"Tommy?"
Tommy looked up from his laptop. "Yeah?"
"Do you… miss your parents at all?"
"Adam. It's been four months. Yeah, there are times I miss them a little, but they were terrible people. They probably don't eve miss me. Just saying."
Adam nodded. "Whatcha looking at?"
"I'm looking for a job. I mean you did say I needed one if I wanted to stay… You know. To help pay rent and…"
Tommy bit his lip and looked back down at his screen. Adam sighed.
"Tommy. Yeah, you getting a job would help with rent and stuff, but… I don't think that's what you're saying. Are you still afraid I'm gonna make you leave?"
Tommy was. He'd been with Adam for four months now, and he's clingy. He's surprised Adam hasn't snapped at him, or shoved him off when he attacks him with hugs after being gone for half an hour to the store.
Tommy sniffled. "Yeah."
Adam got up and crawled over to Tommy. "Baby," he held his face with both hands, searching those beautiful brown eyes, "I love you. I will never make you leave. Ever. You don't need to worry about that. You're my Kitty, and you always will be." He brushed his lips against Tommy's, reassuring the promise he made. Tommy grabbed Adam's hand and fought back the tears. "Okay." Adam decided to stay with Tommy, just for comfort.
"Guitarist?" Adam said as he leaned over and glanced at Tommy's screen, "You know how to play guitar?"
Tommy nodded. "My mom bought me one when I was like ten and I taught myself."
"So you've had practice for seven years? Damn. I think I have an old one in the closet upstairs… want me to get it?"
Tommy nodded. "Mmmhmm."
Adam made his way upstairs and Tommy sat on hi- their couch. It was so hard to believe he had a place, his own motorcycle, a… a boyfriend. A boyfriend that he loved so much, a boyfriend he would die for. He had a life. Adam came downstairs and held up a cherry- red guitar. Tommy took it and smiled.
"C'mere." Adam grabbed Tommy's face and kissed him. He laced their fingers together and rested his forehead on Tommy's chest. "I'm so glad it was me who found you. I'm so happy you're here… with me." Tommy held onto Adam. "Me too. So much."
"Now let's see if you're any good." Tommy picked up the guitar and started tuning it.
"Do you need singing, or…"
"Well, I wrote a few songs way back when but I'm not any good at singing. Can you sing? I can write down the lyrics."
Adam's face lit up. Truth is, he'd actually come to LA to try and get into the industry. "Yeah, I got a good set o' pipes. Lemme get some paper."
Adam leaned over and opened a drawer and pulled out a paper and pen. Tommy took them and tried to remember the song…
Have you lost your way?
Livin' in the shadow of the messes that you made,
And so it goes,
Everything inside your circle starts to overflow.
Take a step before you leap,
Into the colors that you seek,
You'll get back what you give away,
So don't look back on yesterday!
Wanna scream out,
No more hiding,
Don't be afraid of what's inside!
Gonna tell ya, you'll be alright,
In the Aftermath!
Anytime anybody pulls you down,
Anytime anybody says you're not allowed,
Just remember you are not alone,
In the Aftermath!
You feel the weight,
Of lies and contradictions that you live with every day,
It's not too late,
Think of what could be if you rewrite the role you play.
Take a step before you leap,
Into the colors that you seek,
You give back what you give away,
So don't look back on yesterday!
Wanna scream out,
No more hiding,
Don't be afraid of what's inside!
Gonna tell ya, you'll be alright,
In the Aftermath!
Anytime anybody pulls you down,
Anytime anybody says you're not allowed,
Just remember you are not alone,
In the Aftermath!
In the Aftermath!
Before you break you have to shed your armour!
Take a trip and fall into the glitter!
Tell a stranger that they're beautiful!
So all you feel is love, love!
All you feel is love, love!
Wanna scream out,
No more hiding,
Don't be afraid of what's inside.
Wanna tell ya, you'll be alright,
In the Aftermath!
Wanna scream out,
No more hiding,
Don't be afraid of what's inside!
Gonna tell ya, you'll be alright,
In the Aftermath!
Anytime anybody pulls you down,
Anytime anybody says you're not allowed,
Just remember you are not alone,
In the Aftermath!
In the Aftermath!
Tommy studied Adam's face while he was reading it, looking for traces of approval. When Adam was done he set the paper down with a glazed look on his face.
"Well?"
Adam slowly turned his head and looked at Tommy and stuttered.
"H-how did you… That's…"
"Good? Bad? Ugly?"
"That's one of the best written songs I've ever laid eyes on."
Tommy blushed and gasped. "No fucking way! Really?"
Adam nodded and smiled. "I'm gonna get some water. You can practice, k?"
Tommy said ok and kissed Adam before he headed off to the kitchen. Damn Adam has an ass. When Adam got back Tommy was tuning the guitar, humming. Adam sat on the couch and cleared his throat. "I may be a little rusty, but give me a song."
Tommy shrugged. "Bohemian Rhapsody?"
Adam cleared his throat again and started to sing. Tommy literally jerked back and nearly fell off the couch. Adam stopped and looked at Tommy. "Am I that bad?"
Tommy scrambled up to Adam and stared. "Holy fuck Adam, you're… you're amazing. That was so beautiful, I… Oh my god."
Adam blushed and looked down. "Thanks. Haha maybe we should start a band."
Adam and Tommy looked at each other and grinned. "Well… I have connection, I could… Do you want to?"
Tommy bit his lower lip and nodded. "Yeah. I do."