***DISCLIMER***

Tommy: What! You can't just leave it like that!

Adam: Sure she can, she's the auther.

Me: I'm Sorry!

Tommy: I don't wanna talk, just give me the damn story so know what happenes!

Me: (hands Tommy the note book)

Tommy: (Takes it and runs off)

Adam: (shakes head)

Me: You gonna read it too?

Adam: (nodds) Yeah, I just want him to settle down first. (looks at me) And you might wanna run.

Me: (confused) Why?

Adam: (points to angry mob of readers) Thats why.

Me: Oh shit. . .

Adam: Yeah. . .

Me: I don't own Adam or Tommy! (takes off running.)


"Just remember you're not alone

In the aftermath..."

-Aftermath

~Ten Years Later~

The suns rays radiated across the vast summer sky in every possible direction. The bright beams on my face and the cool wind that careressed my cheeks made me smile. The breeze blowing my silky black hair and the emerald green grass clensed my scences. So quiet and peaceful.

I sat on the damp ground, my back against cool granite. Who would have thought this was the place I wanted to visit before I left. There were so many other places I could have gone, but this place was where I would reget not visiting the most. The crew found it odd when I told them to stop here on the way out of town, but I was the one that signed their pay checks so to speak, so they didn't argue.

Hollywood always gave cemetaries a bad reputaiton as scary and haunted, when I found tranquility in one seen them like I did. They were a secluded, quiet place where our loved ones we put to rest. They blossomed in ever color and hue from the bouquet arrangements, and the black and grey granite sparkled in the dazzling sun. They were beautiful in their own special way. Never the less, they still brought on waves of sadness and I was no different. While I found their shady trees and peaceful atmosphere alluring, I couldn't help but feel my heart sink a little for my own personal reasons. The stone in particular that brought this sadness to me was the one that I placed myself against. The name ingraved onto the polished stone read:

Tommy Joe Ratliff October 18, 1981 - November 13, 1999.

I stilled remembered that Saturday morning almost 11 yrs ago. Back then I didn't think I would ever make it after that, but somehow I did. That was a dark time in my life, even darker then before I moved here. But the struggles were fought and I conqured them with the help of Tommys words. Words I would never forget as long as I lived. He was my insparation for so many different things.

"Do you remember what you told me that day?" I said aloud even though no living person was around. I waited, as if to recieve and answer, but knew I wasn't going to get one.

"You told me not to give up, and never let anyone tell me what to do." Some how I knew he could hear me, where ever he was.

"Well I didn't." I said, wiping a single tear away from my eye. The black liner I wore left dark residue on the side of my finger, and I drug my stained skin across the grass to remove it. "And I'm living my dream. Getting ready to start my first tour...I can hardly believe it."

I fiddled with the single red rose I had been holding in my hand. No one decorated his lonely stone. He had no brothers or sisters, and his mother didn't even bother. But the plot itself was decoration enough. The willow tree looming over the granite stone created shade, and teh view from the hill on which it was palced as breathtaking.

Coming here was harder then I thought, even after all of these years. I guess no matter how much time passed, you still missed the ones that were gone. It was hard to let him go, even though I knew I never could. After all, I had promised him I would never leave. If he was always with me, then I was always with him.

But things were changing again. My first album was a hit in over a dozen different countries, I had millions of fans aching for something new, the tour was practicaly sold out already. I had so much to be thankful for.

"I wish you could come with me Tommy, play with Monte in the band. . ." My voice trailed off, riminicing on that short time the two of us shared together. I could remember it all like it was yesterday, when it felt like a life time had passed. There was so much we wanted to do together, and I hated thinking about them all, because they only made the sorrow worse. What would have happened to us after school? Where would we be? I didn't even what to think about it.

I never spoke about Tommy to anyone, he was too precious to me, so I kept him locked in my heart. He was the first person I had ever fallen in love with, and a large chunk of my heart still belonged only to him. I wouldn't let anything, not even death tare us apart.

The soft sound of foot steps drew me out of my day dream and back to where I was.

"We're all set to go." Monte said.

The past ten years had barely changed him. We might not have been very close in school, but now he was my best friend. Tommy's passing was hard on him too. He and Tommy had been friends way longer then I had been with them. Those two knew each other in elementary school. I only knew Tommy for a few months.

Monte stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the name etched into the stone. I got to my feet and looked at it with him, wiping the last tear from my eye. "I'll be there in a second." I told Monte, placing the rose on the top of the black granite. He didn't say anything, he just placed a gental hand on my shoulder an walke away.

Loneliness was an odd feeling. It was neither painful nor painless. It was simply a feeling of emptiness. Sometimes that hollow feeling ingulfed us, leaving us broken to the point when it was near impossiple to pick up the shattered as time moved on, slowly you become hole again, even if the pieces don't quite fit the way they used to. Life moved on, things get easier, even though the small part of you stuck in the deep emptiness still pulled at your aching heart. You started to realize things were the same but different at the same time. The ones you loved still love you. Day still turned to night and night became day. The cycle continued even after you had been broken, and nothing could ever stop were all delt ceartain cards when we came into this life. Some were given winning cards from the beginning and life never gave them a struggle. Some were given bad hands at the start and folded, giving up on life from the beggining. Then there were the few who were given both kinds of cards. Life for them wasn't painless but it also wasn't as bad as others. Too often those people didn't make it through the struggle, either by choice or fate, they stopped, and life ended. Tommy was one if those few.

That was what got to me the most about the whole thing. After everthing life had thrown at him, he struggled through it, like it or not he did. But for some odd reason, life was unbelieveably crule, and it had stolen him from me; letting his mother live on. I wan't bitter because she was the one still living a pethtic excuse of a life, it was that Tommy deserved it more then she did. I just didn't see the logic in letting her live and letting him die. It wasn't fair, and for a time it had destroyed me. But the pieces, distorted and misshapen, somehow fused together again. Tommy's words helped me in those dark times. I knew this new life wasn't going to be a breeze, but I would live it with my head held high because I knew that would be how Tommy would have liked it.

"This isn't good bye." I whispered, swallowing the growing lump in my throat. "It will never be good bye."

I couldn't help but feel like I was abandoning him by going on this tour. With a heavy sigh, and a few more stray tears, I ran my fingers through my hair.

"I love you Tommy." I murmured.

I pressed two fingertips to my lips, and then touched them to his name. He would always be with me, and I would always be with him no matter the distance between us.


Me: (hiding behind a rook from the angry mob who is out to get me.)

Adam: Well that was depressing. . .

Me: (Jumps not hearing him approach) Oh!. . .um. . .yeah I'm sorry. . .I like writing depressing stuff.

Adam: (nodds)

Me: So Tommy?

Adam:(smiles slightly) Cried. . .

Me: Really? What about you.

Adam: I got teary eyed.

Me: (blushes, flattered that it made him cry.) But was Tommy crying because he was the one that died or because it was sad?

Adam: (thinks) Both. . .

Tommy: (red puffy eyed) Hell yes it was both! How could you?

Me: (cowers a little) I'm sorry. . .I planned it from the beginning.

Tommy: (scowls) You knew from the beginning and you still insisted I read it!

Adam: (squeezes Tommy in his arms.) Calm down Glitters (looks at me) You know that the Glam Nation Tour wouldn't have been the same without him.

Me: I know. . .but you still liked it didn't you?

Adam: Yes, of course.

Tommy: (shruggs and sighs) I guess.

Me: Aww. . .well I'm glad you guys read it with me! (to the readers) I'm sorry it had to end this way, but I was seeing how far I could stretch my emotional writing abilities...so you were sota my gunni-pigs so to speak. If you want stuff a little less dramatic, look at my ADOMMY SHUFFLES, NAKED or YOU AND ME FOR ETERNITY. And if you like the depressing stuff, stay tunned for my prequal, I already have part of it writtin, and BLOOD LUST is kinda sad, but one of my favorite things I've written. But I want to thank all of you guys; Whatsernamelambert, Surefireglambert, ForeverAdommy, xxGlambert2010xx, Glambert5O85, Rockgirl51996, sister momo, Wragziez, fannatic3 and anyone else who i may have forgotton. I loved reading all of your reviews as much as you loved reading my stories. I hope you all read the prequal, it should be up shortly, but don't blame me if I take a short break, this updating thing is kinda draining, but i love you all none the less. ;D Thank ya soooooooooooooooo much, and happy reading.

~Jackie/Glampire92

P.S and don't worry, Adam and Tommy will both return to help with the disclaimers in the up coming prequal, only if i get reviews tho! ;)