After a while, Monte opened the car door and climbed out. Everyone watched as he walked quickly down the road to catch up with Adam before the darkness outside consumed him and he just became a shadow in the black. Brooke and Sasha still had their arms wrapped around Tommy, & Isaac and Taylor both had their arms out rubbing his back - or in Taylor's case, his knee. They all stared at him with concerned expressions as Tommy hung his head low. "What the hell's flipping him out?" Isaac asked, staring down the street where Adam had walked away. "How long have you known?" Sasha said quietly to Tommy, her mouth at his ear in a comforting tone. Tommy managed to pull his head up to face her, his brown eyes sad and still slightly teary from the punch to his face. He used a finger to tuck his long blonde fringe behind his ear, but it quickly fell back over his face. "Just today. I went home to have a shower and…" his voice trailed off, his own eyes now fixating on the dark street. "He's lost it. He needs help" Brooke stated, referring to Adam. Tommy suddenly put his arms out, gently unwrapping Sasha and Brooke's arms from around his shoulders. "I need to go and talk to him" Tommy stated quietly, putting his foot outside of the car to move past Brooke who was kneeling down on the road outside, leaning into the car. "Tommy, i don't think thats a good idea…he's pretty mad" Sasha questioned, her voice full of concern as she watched Tommy climb out of the car. "He made it pretty clear it's me he's angry with" Tommy told them as he started walking down the dark road. Everyone else just watched on, their mouths open in protest but nobody saying anything.
Tommy walked in the darkness, using the light from the car headlights to find his footing. He could hear voices up ahead. "What the hell did he do to you!" Monte was shouting. "Everything! Its not your business, Monte, just stay out of it!" Adam's angry voice shouted back in reply. "It is my fuckin' business if you're ganna go nuts and start throwing punches" came the protest. Tommy finally came to the spot where the two were standing - their faces lit dimly by a streetlight up ahead. He paused, watching them. Adam was kicking at stones on the ground and Monte was standing slightly in front, tilting his head trying to get Adam to look at him. "You don't get it!" Adam shouted, his foot drawing back as he kicked another stone onto the deserted road. Monte moved slightly out of the path, as not to get hit. "Well maybe you should start fuckin talkin!" his voice then softened slightly, but anger was still present, "This isn't you, Adam. Its not who you are. You spent the majority of the year going around the world singing about love and self acceptance and now you're cutting yourself and not opening up about it? Its hypocritical!" Adam looked up at him then, taking in his words. "Yeah maybe thats what i am." he scowled angrily, his eyes then travelled off into the other direction, landing on Tommy's shadow standing there silently, watching on with wide eyes. As Tommy stepped forward, the dim light revealed the red mark on his cheek where Adam had punched him. "Fuck!" Adam cursed simply and began walking back down the road in the direction he'd been going before Monte had stopped him. "Don't just walk away!" Tommy shouted after him, picking the most commanding voice he could muster up, but it came out as more of a shouted croak. Adam stopped and turned around to stare at him. "Piss off, Tommy" he muttered, but Tommy was now walking briskly towards him until he was standing directly in front of Adam, his face so close to Adam's that they could feel each other's breath in the cold air. "Come on then, it's just me and you" Tommy seemed to be shutting Monte out of this equation, and Monte stepped back, close enough to be there if anything happened but further enough away to not be able to hear the conversation between them. "What are Ya ganna do, Adam? You've obviously got a problem with me, so either you tell me or i work it out myself" Tommy felt proud at his boldness, and Adam seemed a little taken aback. Adam smirked a little "You really got no idea, do you? Pretty little Tommy walks around with his bass and feels so high and mighty…"
"So what? You want me to leave the band? Is that it, coz i can leave the band. I can go pack my shit right now" Tommy butted in. Adam laughed but his face turned serious. "Na, i don't want you to leave the band", his tone was almost normal, but his eyes were unfamiliar to Tommy - something burned within them that Tommy hadnt seen before. Tommy softened a little, his shoulder beginning to ache slightly from the punch. He slowly reached a hand out and grabbed Adam's wrist, turning it over to observe the bloody cuts that scarred him. "You know, we used to talk about everything…now i feel like i barely know you" Tommy let go, but Adam still held his hand out, observing his own cuts now. "Things change" Adam stated, finally letting his arm fall back to his side, his eyes now looking at Tommy. "What changed?" Tommy asked and his voice suddenly grew quiet. Adam found another stone on the ground and kicked it lightly with his foot. "Remember when you said you were straight?" Adam asked, and he smiled down at the stone as it skipped away onto the road. Tommy's eyes widened, realizing that Adam was quoting him. Adam's eyes were still on the stone "Wanna know why i broke up with Drake, Tommy?" but Tommy didn't have to answer "because i talked about you too much" and Adam laughed slightly. Tommy just stood there, numb. His eyes watching as Adam's feet kicked at more stones. "But it didn't mean anything to you…it never meant anything to you. I was just some regretful one night stand…So know what i did?" and Tommy went to open his mouth, but Adam bet him to it "While you were fucking Mia, i got sick of waiting…so i went back to Him" Tommy's thoughts were in turmoil, but he knew that by Him, Adam was referring to Drake. Adam laughed again "but he doesn't want me either…funny that, huh?" and Adam's eyes finally moved back to Tommy "And i realized that there wasn't any point anymore…so i cut you out my life and i cut Drake out my life…" Adam was walking towards Tommy now, until he was standing directly in front of him. His hand gripped his cut wrist and he twisted it so that the shadows of the dry blood were visible to Tommy in the dim light. "Adam, thats crazy talk. What about all the fans? What about the music? Its not worth your fuckin life. You cant do that kinda shit." Tommy's voice was panicked as he attempted to talk some sense into Adam, freaked out by the whole idea that Adam had tried to take his own life because of him. Tommy looked behind him, making out Monte's shadow standing a fair way behind them and shot Monte a scared glance. "Adam! Listen to yourself!" Tommy practically shouted, his hands grabbed Adam's shoulders and he shook him slightly. "You never loved me" Adam said quietly, and as he looked up at Tommy, tears formed in his eyes. Tommy didn't know what to do. "i do love you, but not like this, Adam. Not this crazy shit." Tommy watched as Adam fell to his knees in front of him - a sobbing mess. Monte emerged from the shadows, walking over to help. Tommy kneeled down so he was at the same height as Adam. he watched in shock as Adam stared at a spot on the ground, tears trickling down his face. Tommy enveloped him in a hug, leaning into him. He felt Adam react and wrap his arms around Tommy, holding him tight. "Im sorry" Adam mumbled, pulling away slightly so that his head was near Tommy's. Tommy's hands moved to Adam's face and he moved Adam's chin gently with his hand so that Adam was looking at him. "Im sorry, too" and with that, Tommy kissed him - it was delicate, lips against lips, nothing special. Tommy pulled away, his eyes looking up at Adam's. He felt Adam run a hand through his blonde hair. Monte stood to the side, awkwardly looking away. "Home, yeah?" Tommy asked, moving to his feet, holding a hand out for Adam. Adam grabbed it and pulled himself up. "Then maybe we get you some help?" Tommy questioned. Adam nodded, his grip tightening between Tommy's fingers. "We'll get Ya fixed up, Adam. Get some happy pills into Ya, maybe" Monte stated, laughing slightly as he pat Adam's back as he walked behind them. Tommy looked down at Adam's hand in his "maybe drugs could look good on you for a change" he stated. A smile crept onto his red face. "Maybe" was Adam's quiet reply.