Here it is!!!
Chapter 7 kinda got my brains to work. Tell me what you of this chap.
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"Stop wincing! You'll just make it hurt more. After you called me up here to cure your bruises, this is my thanks?" Megan said as she treated Adam's black eye with an ice bag.
"That's the problem. I didn't ask for your help." His brows met in frustration but only caused him more pain.
"You're so cute when you're mad." Megan pinched his cheeks, completely ignoring what he just said.
"Ow!" Adam cried out. His head turned as he heard his bedroom door open. Stood there at the doorway are Kris and Allison. He gave Allison the most aggravated look he could make to let her know how annoyed he is right now.
Allison seems to get the message and said, "Um, Megan, Kris kinda needs you to, um, help him with his outfit for tomorrow's performance." She turned to Kris, "Isn't that right, Kris?"
"I do?" He was evidently clueless of the situation. When Allison threw him the 'just-say-yes' glare, he decided to play along. "I mean, I do. Yeah, Meg, can you help me?"
Megan stood up and took a scrutinizing look at Kris and finally said, "Yeah, I guess. You definitely need all the help you could get."
Kris' eyebrow rose and defended, "What's wrong with these?!" He referred to his white-and-red checkered polo shirt, faded pants and brown open-toed sandals.
"You have no idea." Megan simply replied with obvious sarcasm as she dragged him out of the room.
As soon as both of them are out of sight, Allison released a sigh of relief. She walked towards Adam's chair and said, "Never thought she'd buy it."
"I owe you one." Adam thanked her sincerely. "And by the way, quick thinking. If you told me that excuse, I'd probably believe it."
"Why?" Allison asked.
"Kris seriously needs help with his clothes."
Allison chuckled at his remark. She kneeled beside him and took the ice bag from the side table. "Just returning the favor." She said modestly. She gently tapped his bruised arm with the ice bag. "Thanks, by the way, for rescuing me." She expressed her gratitude softly, almost into a whisper.
"You shouldn't be thanking me." His voice changed its laughing tone and turned grim so suddenly that Allison paused treating him and looked at his face, seeing hurt and anger in his eyes. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't left you all alone on that stupid parking lot, you wouldn't have hit your head." His hands roamed over the bandage on her temple. "None of these should have happened." He said softly.
She placed her hand over his, loving the way his hand feels against her head. "It's not your fault. I should have known better than try to sneak attack that huge imbecile." She forced a carefree smile but couldn't succeed.
"Still," Adam interrupted her, "I can't risk having you hurt again." His thumbs traced her eyebrow as he said this words.
Allison was struck by what he said, realizing how much he cares about her. Silence took over as both of them stared at each other's eyes, feeling as if the planet stopped spinning just for them. They quickly forgot about Kris, about Megan and everything else outside their private world. They slowly advanced towards each other, leaning in for a kiss. And then it happened. It's exactly how Allison imagined her first kiss would be- sweet, gentle and soft. If not, better. She tightened her grip on Adam's hands, still on her head.
"Hello?" the door of Adam's room suddenly opened. "Is anyone here?"
Both of them quickly pulled away, though reluctantly, hoping that the person didn't see them. When they turned to see who entered, they felt themselves laugh silently. It's just Scott McIntyre.
"Hey, Scott." Adam said, glad with the fact that Scott is blind, meaning he couldn't have seen anything.
"Adam," Scott realized immediately who replied to him. "Do you know where I could find Anoop?"
"He's at the kitchen, I think." The jet-black haired singer responded. "Um, let me help you down the stairs." He offered. He doesn't really want to leave Allison yet, but he's too kind to let poor Scott walk on the staircase without any assistance.
Scott nodded and both of them left the room. Allison almost fainted on the floor as she recalled what just happened a few minutes ago. Adam Lambert just kissed her! Although it only lasted for a few seconds, it almost felt like forever. This is definitely one of those moments in her life she'll always remember.
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"She's been like this since I found her." Jasmine remarked when Lil asked her what's the matter with Allison. She's been giggling randomly and staring blankly into space.
They're in Jasmine's room, where she brought Allison after she saw her walking gauchely on the stairs. "Oh my gosh!" Lil panicked, "Maybe something happened with her brain when she fell on the ground! Quick, go call 911!" she commanded, giving Jasmine her cellphone.
"Guys!" Allison shouted as she grabbed the phone from Jasmine's hands. "I'm fine. I'm more than fine, I've reached heaven…" she said dreamily.
"Oh no! She's dead!!!" Lil exclaimed.
Jasmine slapped her and said, "Get a grip! How could she be dead when she's right here talking to us?!"
"Oh…"
"It's perfect. I've never been this happy in my life." Allison sighed. She's obviously not paying attention to what her friends are saying,
"Just tell us what happened. That smile of yours is beginning to give me the creeps." Jasmine urged.
(30 minutes later)
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!! No way." Lil screamed in disbelief.
"Yes way. He's the best kisser ever!" Allison stated.
"How would you know? You never kissed anyone before." Jasmine injected. It's typical for her to be negative at most times.
"Way to burst my bubble, Jas." Allison complained.
Alexis' head popped out of their door and reminded them, "Time for bed, girls. It's performance night tomorrow."
"Yes, mom." They all said in chorus.
"Just sleep." Alexis groaned.
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Hope this is good enough for y'all. This is so not my best but I did all I can do.
Chapter 8 is 'bout the Top 13 eliminations. Any ideas???