Disclaimer: Not mine. Except Adam (I went around NYC the other day looking for potential Adams. Sadly, there weren't many. The closest was the actor that I saw on Broadway.)
A/N: Sorry for the horrendously slow updates- I've been attempting to write four fics at once. And this is the edited version, slightly. I went back and changed a few obvious mistakes from this chapter and others.
Adam lay across Will's bed, listening to the bickering coming from the closet.
"No, Will, he can't wear red. It'll look too… angry. How about a softer red- like this."
"Jack! That's pink. Adam can't come out to his dad in pink!"
Hangers clattered to the floor and the shuffling in the closet got louder.
"And why not? Too gay?" Jack challenged.
Will hesitated. "Well, it'd match you perfectly."
"Oh, another snub at me, eh, Truman? Well, let me tell you, I do not have to be here. I am doing this for my dear friend Adam… and for the gay community. And because Dennis canceled…He really is hot… I wonder if I should call him… Wait, I had a point…"
Adam heard Will sigh loudly. He wondered if they would notice if he went out and made a quick run to Starbucks.
Jack resumed making his 'point.' "So, right, I am doing this out of the kindness of my heart, so… STOP BEING MEAN TO ME, DAMMIT!"
"Oh, Jack, that wasn't me being mean. If I wanted to be mean I would call you an immature, effeminate, annoying howler monkey that doesn't know good taste if it bit him in the ass."
As Jack's screech hit Adam's ears, he decided that it was time to put a stop to this. He reluctantly rolled off the comfy bed and dragged the screaming men from the pile of clothes they had been picking through. "Jack, stop screeching."
"I AM NOT SCREECHING!" Jack said in an octave that could burst an ear drum.
"And, you, Will. Try to refrain from being mean to him, please. I do kind of need him here."
Jack's angry face changed into one of obnoxious glee. "See, Will!"
Why did Adam feel like a parent to these men that had six years on him?
Will raised his arms in defeat. "Okay, okay. We'll play nice. Sorry, Adam."
Adam grinned. "Good. Anyway, you should be focusing on me. Not each other- you guys have already come out to your families- if not disastrously."
Jack and Will threw pillows at him and Adam reconsidered that statement. Will crossed his arms. "Hey, I did better than both of you. Jack didn't come out to his mom until he was thirty! And, Adam, without us you probably would've been married to Vicky by now."
Adam tried to look offended, but he was distracted by the massive amounts of objects that were flying in the direction of his boyfriend. Jack glared at Will. "Oh, you are so not allowed to play that card, Will. If I am not mistaken, was it not me who helped you come out of the closet?"
Will was forced to agree, and Adam and Jack decided that Will was actually the worst out of the three. And then, somehow, Jack got mad again, and resumed throwing things at them. Adam grabbed Will's hand and dragged him out of the bedroom, leaving Jack to take his anger out on the door.
Karen was sitting at the table, sipping her martini. She raised her eyebrows at the pair of laughing men leaving the bedroom. "Ooh, what have you queerlings been up to? A little nookie-nookie in the bedroom? Or isn't Jack in there with you?"
Her eyes flashed. "Oh, Adam, I didn't think you were that kinky."
Karen giggled as Adam flushed.
Will rolled his eyes. "So, Cruella, when did you get here?"
He crossed the room and grabbed a bottle of water for himself and Adam.
"Oh, just a few minutes ago. I would've told you I was here, but you sounded like you were having so much fun." Karen raised an eyebrow suggestively, while Adam's face turned an interesting shade of purple.
Will downed the water before answering her. "We were looking for a coming out-fit for Adam. We decided that with just the right jacket, we can change his dad into a different, more tolerant person. And with the perfect pant we can make his coming-out be as pleasant as a walk in the park."
Karen swirled the olive in her drink for a few seconds before looking up with a shocked expression. "Oh, Honey, no. I don't do this. I only came here because the fat one's having a birthday party. And you don't want to see the manse after the kids have gotten a hold of birthday cake."
Grace, who was sitting in the TV room- previously preoccupied with a rather intense episode of While You Were Out, suddenly flicked off the TV and went to stand in front of Adam. "Wait, you're going to tell your dad you're gay? Here? At Christmas?"
Adam nodded, smiling as Will linked their hands together. Grace smirked. "How very stereotypical of you. Will and Jack chose the lesser holiday of Thanksgiving, but Christmas has just the right amount of class for it, I suppose."
"Um, thanks; I guess."
It was then that Jack exited Will's bedroom, outfit in hand. "Okay, I have the perfect outfit. For the shirt there's…"
He was interrupted, though, by the ring of Adam's cell phone. It cut through the room like glass shattering, and Adam just knew it was his dad. His hand hesitated over the phone before answering. "Hello?"
"Adam? Is that you? I have called you…"
Adam sighed and took the phone away from his ear, waiting patiently for his dad to finish his initial yelling. At his friends' questioning gazes, he simply explained, "My dad."
When he thought he was about done, Adam went to have some privacy in the hallway, feeling Will's concerned gaze at his back. He brought back the phone to his ear, mentally preparing himself for whatever his dad was about to say.
"Are you still there?"
"Yeah, dad, still here."
"Good. You know, Mary and I came all the way across the country to see you… and you cannot even condescend to see us. Is it that Jack character that's been keeping you away from us? Or Will? Grace? I didn't like the looks of them. That Jack fellow seemed funny." He spit out the word funny, and Adam knew what he really meant.
"No, dad. I've just been busy. The holidays. And I did see you remember? That lovely night where you knocked my friend over and completely ignored my roommates. And remember how we had that heart-to-heart where you told me my mother deserved to die?" Adam said, sarcasm spiraling as he ranted.
He felt sobs come into his throat and he bit his cheeks, trying to sound composed. Silence resonated through the phone, and Adam wondered if maybe he had finally gotten through to him. Maybe being honest and up-front really was worth a try…
"Now you listen to me, Adam. Are you listening?"
Adam sighed, knowing that it had been too good to hope. "Yeah, dad."
His dad grumbled through the phone. "If it wasn't for this damn snowstorm coming our way, I would have us all be on the first plane back to Portland. I've been thinking about our… talk. And I decided that you should come home. We'll come over for Christmas, but after that…"
His dad trailed off, but Adam imagined him saying, "YOU'RE MINE."
His heart seemed to frost over. His timidity and fear took control, leaving him unable to do anything but obey. He could only choke out the words. "Sure, um, yeah."
"You have four days. I'll come over at around noon on Christmas and I have already set a flight for the twenty-sixth. Pack your bags, son."
There was a click and Adam felt his phone fall from his fingers.
A/N: Any good? Please, tell me. This wasn't initially supposed to be the end of the chapter, but, well, it's late. I will try to update soon!
