"Er…I mean to say that I'm just not feeling well!" I clarified, blushing furiously, trying to keep my hyperventilation under control. Shit, did I really just put it that bluntly! Damnitt, Tommy Joe. You can't just tell some person who banged you (that's a male) you're pregnant (when you too, are a male). Or at least allow him to brace himself before putting all this on his shoulders for god sakes! Especially this kind of guy. The guy that you're prone to hate because he's been an ever living jerk to you for as long as you can remember. You're not even supposed to be pregnant, and to go along with that, not pregnant with Adam Lambert's kid!

"No…You said you were pregnant?" he yelled, eyes widening and jumping up from my bed, grabbing his hair and tugging on it. "Oh, shit, oh shit! This is not good! Not fucking good at all! Fuck me, why didn't I wear a condom?" Adam shouted, clearly freaking out.

Wait, why was he freaking out like that? Like he had gotten a chick pregnant and this was all so normal? Well, not normal, but why wasn't he calling me a freak or saying I'm lying? That was my first guess at his action. He's acting like he just got some regular girl pregnant and he doesn't want his mom or dad to find out. What the fuck? You'd think that he'd punch me or something. Not start going all haywire on me.

"How can you act all so nonchalant about this? I'm a male telling you I'm pregnant. Aren't you going to like freak out because this totally defies the laws of male anatomy?" I asked, getting up from my bed and glaring at him. Either he's putting on a big and dramatic show to make me seem like an idiot, or he really is worried. But why in the name of hell would he be worried…Unless, he knew that this was possible!

"NO!" Adam whined, looking at me with big eyes. "Fuck. My sperm has this weird genetic alteration in it that measure out any female organs inside someone! That's why I always wear a condom with chicks! But that must mean you have some kind of female organ inside you making you capable to baring kids. That means my fucking sperm saw that and took the opportunity to like enter it or something! I don't wear condoms when boning guys!" he yelled, grabbing my shoulders and slamming me against the wall. "Fuck, Tommy…" He groaned in dismay and buried his head into my neck (and I now realized that he does it when he's embarrassed or just pained worry; it would be cute if I too weren't trying to figure out this too big dilemma).

I gasped, my eyes narrowing into slits. "Wait…So you knew that this could happen if there was any kind of uterus or egg, and you fucking didn't wear a condom? You did this to me? Shit, Adam!" I screamed, pushing him away from me and glaring. "Because of you, I'm going to be the biggest fucking freak in the entire world. This isn't supposed to be happening!" I shouted. I growled lightly, burning my eyes into the floor while Adam stood there like a giant idiot.

Fuck me! He knew about all this. His sperm is like, fucking tainted or something? I shouldn't have to go through this. And it's his fault. It's not my fault that I have these "female organs". I mean, shit. If he knew that it was even remotely possible, you would think that he would wear a condom just in case. Ever heard of the saying 'Better Safe then Sorry', Adam. Fuck no! "You're going to fucking help me out of this situation, asshole!" I snarled. I was pissed. Really, really pissed.

"W-What? No, I can't! You can't actually expect me to take you to Lamaze classes, and tell you to breathe in and out, baby. Yea you're doing a good job. Just a few more times TOMMY. I wasn't expecting my wife's name to be fucking TOMMY!" he yelled, shaking. Okay, so he was really scared about this, but still. Fuck. This isn't right. And he didn't really just tell me that he wasn't going to help me out in this situation did he? HELL NO. He got me into this mess, and he was going to help me get out of it! I mean, in another nine months we'll get out of it, right? We'll like put the kid up for adoption or something. Fuuuuuckkkk…

"I'm not asking you to go to that extreme…Just I don't know…" I whispered, blushing deep and looking at the ground. What were we suppose to do? Oh, fuck, I need smoke. That'll help. That calms everything down and makes me breath slower. And breathing slow is better for the baby, right? Oh, hell I don't care if it'll kill it (yes I do, geeze), but I really need to just fucking…inhale something right now! "Go downstairs and get me some water…" I hissed and he quickly obeyed, rushing down the stairs. I smirked. So he did feel bad? Perhaps I could use this to my advantage. But not too badly because once this is over and done with he'll be back in his old shell.

I sneered a little more and put some of the weed into a pipe and lit it, inhaling some of its sweet nectar and sitting on my bed. Oh, fuck, that felt really good. It soothes the soul. And frankly, that's exactly what I need right now. Soothing of the soul. I shut my eyes, lying back on my bed and just smoking. In and out, in and out-

"NO! Tommy! You can't smoke that! Fuck only knows what'll do to the kid!" Adam screamed, snatching my pipe away from me and handing me the water. My red eyes tore open and I growled. He stood his ground and looked serious, throwing the weed out and putting my pipe away. "No! I don't want my kid to pop out mentally disabled!" I gasped and glared even more, grasping the water bottle and chugging it down, allowing the sooth liquid to moisten my dry throat. What the hell crawled up his ass and died?

"Weed doesn't hurt the kid, fucker…" I mumbled, closing my eyes and feeling the side of the bed lower lightly as another body lay next to me.

"Don't be mad…I'm…I'm sorry…" I glanced at him and saw his head was buried into the pillow. Oh, fuck that was really cute. Now I know it's true. When he's embarrassed or nervous he buries his head into something. That's so adorable…Oh, shit. What's this sudden urge coming over me? No Tommy Joe! Don't consult him in his time of need. This is your time of need, not his. No, no- FUCK.

But my body (and dick) moved on their own and before I knew it I had wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into me. He stiffened a bit but then sighed; burying his head into my neck like that was his safe place. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was happy it was his "safe place". He mumbled something in incoherent and when I asked him what he said he looked up at me with those big blue eyes. "Tommy, what the fuck are we gonna do?" he whispered, his eyes lowering so they looked spaced out; like he was in deep thought trying to figure out a solution.

"I don't know. I'm still getting over the fact that you actually believed me when I said it. I was almost positive you were gonna shun me or tell me I was crazy…I mean, I am a male telling you I'm pregnant after all," I claimed shrugging and sighing a bit leaning my head against his and shutting my eyes. His hair smelt like peaches. It was a nice inhalation. I enjoyed it and it made me feel calm.

"I know. But your mother told the office of the school your little hermaphrodite situation, so when I found out your were pregnant it's a lot more believable then like, Drake or Brad coming out and telling me…" he said, closing his eyes, but then looking at me when I tensed.

"What? You read my permanent record. Fuck why?" I asked, a little angry. Isn't that an invasion of personal privacy? Why was he going through my stuff in the first place? Fucking weirdo. He blushed and once again buried his face into my neck.

"I wanted to know more about you…" It was barely audible, but I could hear it, then he pulled away and stared at me intently. "Tommy, I really like you. I know I'm all mean to you and stuff, but I don't know. You're different, and I like that about you. When your mother asked me to come and tutor I was so thrilled. I wanted to be nice to you and all, but I got nervous and was mean to you again. And like, our first time in the bathroom, I knew it was wrong and I shouldn't be doing it, but fuck. I just wanted you!" He practically shouted, but then all the blood rose into his face and he groaned, grabbing the pillow and screaming into it.

I just froze. Did he…No, I must be high or something. This can't be right, right? He's hated me guts from day one (for no reason, I might add), but he can't suddenly like me right? This is just too weird. It's like this entire tutoring thing has made my life a complete roller-coaster. I mean, fuck. Before this, I was just the rebel kid with no friends and my life was consistently bland, and now, I'm probably the first pregnant male ever, and the father just confessed his suppressed feelings towards me. What. The. Fuck?

"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. Screw this, I'm going!" Adam suddenly yelled, jumping up from the bed and grabbing his coat. He was about to leave when I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, allowing our lips to lock in place.

I knew this was as weird as shit, but come on. When he's about to walk out the door, I couldn't help but feel compelled to just feel him, have his lips against mine. Sure, we've kissed a lot before, but it was always so demanding and forceful. Only once have we kissed with passion, or…Love. That word is so weird. Of course I don't feel it towards Adam or anything, but whatever. I just wanted to feel loved. Be loved. And kiss with love. And I think I accomplished that quite well with him. Right here. Right now.

He groaned lightly, dropping his coat and tangling his fingers in my hair, trailing his tongue along my lower lips. A soft moan erupted from my throat as I closed my eyes, cupping his face in my hands and opening wide. He smiled a bit, closing his eyes too and grazing against me teeth and the roof of my mouth. I leaned against him, pushing him against the wall and curiously nudged his tongue with mine. He seemed to like that (which was surprising considering the fact that he always wants to be in control) and pushed back. We wrestled for a bit, breathing heavily through our noses until both of us needed to pant. We pulled away and he looked at me. Innocently. Probably the most innocently I've ever seen him.

This wasn't Dickhole Adam Lambert. This wasn't I'm Gonna Screw You Right Now Adam Lambert. This was Innocent Adam Lambert. The one that I've always imagined he'd be like. Hoped for. Of course I liked him for his looks (he was gorgeous), but that was all I could actually base him off of. He was a jerk to me, and I didn't know anything about him. So I guess I've only liked him for his appearance, which is as wrong as hell, but maybe. Just maybe, I'll get to know him a little more.

"I like you too…" I murmured lightly, blushing deeply. His left eyebrow twitched (which I love so much) and kissed my cheek. His breath was hot against my flesh, making me shiver in delight. This was just too fucking much.

"Good. Then I guess the only thing left to do is…" he mumbled that, his eyes trailing down to my stomach where I blushed intently. "Like, I don't know. It's kind of weird. I mean…Are you sure?" he asked, looking back up at me and I nodded. As sure as could possibly be. Of course I'm still in denial (you would be too), but I know I am. Fuck, I'm pregnant.

"I took like three more pregnancy tests after the one you gave me, and I looked it up online. I'm pretty sure. Well, ninety-nine percent positive." I shrugged and looked at him. "You're not made, are you?" That would suck. I mean, of course he's not going to go to the extreme to help me, but a bit of support would be nice, you know? I'm not entirely sure if I want to tell anyone else, even my mother. What would she think if I told her? I know she wouldn't shun me or anything, but she sure as hell wouldn't believe me. Then by months nine when I need to go to the hospital, she'll faint, that's for sure…

He smiled, laughing a little. "Course not. It is my fault for not wearing a condom. So, I mean…I guess that means…like….I don't know…It's kind of weird to say I'm actually going to be a dad…" That seemed to roll of his tongue and his eyes gazed back down to my flat stomach.

"Well, you could be the mom," I said, smirking lightly and he rolled his eyes.

"Fuck no. Just cause I said I liked you doesn't mean I'm gonna be all nice to you. I'll help you raise the kid and everything, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna start taking shit from you. So keep your smart ass comments to yourself. If your mom asked, we learned about math. Pi is equal to 3.14, remember that, okay Tommy? See ya. And don't smoke weed. If my kid comes out deformed, I'm gonna kill you." And that's all he said before slamming the door of my room and walking out. Bipolar bitch.

My heart dropped. Dropped all the way to fucking Satan. Well, that's it. He had his chance and he killed it. He was so nice, so sweet to me and then he goes back to his fucking old way. I guess it's just like my mom says. Once he (or she in her case), abuses you, they'll do it again, so it's best to just leave it be. I knew that I shouldn't have told him. I should have fucking aborted this kid. And none of this would have happened. My heart wouldn't be shattered and I wouldn't feel like an idiot.

Well, fuck him. I'm over being nice to him or trying to obtain any kid of relationship with Adam Lambert. It's fucking over with that piece of shit. And to think I would have tried to have a potential relationship with it. Haha, that's long gone, fucker.

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed, kicking the wall. So angry. I was so angry. How could he even say that to me? That he's not going to be nice to me even though he just admitted he like me for me. And I couldn't even finished my thought process because (and much to my surprise), my door opened up again and Adam was staring at me.

"What?" he asked. His hair hung over his bangs and his blue eyes were wide with curiosity and worry. Oh god he was cute. But my rage was more demanding than my lust and yearning for his beauty.

"WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU GONE?" I screamed, going straight up to him and pushing him out the door. He stumbled back and bit and looked at me like I was insane. But I wasn't insane. I was hurt, and he was the cause of my pain. Didn't he know that? Or was he too dense to figure out what he just said to me led me into this anger streak? I don't know, and frankly, at this point, I don't care.

"Yo, Tommy. What's up with you? Baby, what happened-?"

"OH HELL NO! You can't call me, baby! I'm sick of your lies, Adam Lambert! One minute you're all happy and nice on me, and the next you're being mean to me! I don't understand it!" Tears were brimming, but I blinked them away. I wasn't going to cry for this asshole. He wasn't going to see me weak. Not when he's seen me so venerable already.

"Hey, Tommy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Well, fuck! You don't mean a lot of things!" Then I pushed him again. But I hadn't even realized that we were right by my stairs. And I pushed him. And his eyes widened as he began to fall, down, down, down all the stairs. I watched in horror as he just rolled from one stairs to another until he finally hit the wall at the bottom. "Oh, shit me!" I shouted, running down to him and shaking his limp body. I didn't even notice the blood. "Fuck Adam?" I asked.

No response. He was on his side with his perfect eyes shut and his black hair mangled. His lips were slightly parted, but I didn't feel any breath coming out of them. Oh, no. oh, no. Tears rose in my eyes. Oh, fuck me.

"Adam?"

Silence.

"Adam, wake up!"