AN: Here is chapter two of my story. This is where the story starts to deviate from reality…and when I say "start" I mean, "completely splits away from". Haha. Enjoy!
Chap. 2
I was not happy. The concert had ended and I hadn't gotten any touches from him. I didn't get my storybook ending, and because he was sexy as hell, and he had clearly been working on his provocative dance moves, I was left a horny mess. I stormed out of the theatre leaving Deanna behind me. I ran out the back way and into the alley behind the theatre. I was mad, and it was fucking HOT in that theatre. I needed to cool down. I leaned against the cool brick of the theatre and slid down until I was sitting on the cool ground. I let my eyelids droop until I nearly dozed off. That is until I heard footsteps. I was so not in the mood to get raped so I jumped up off the ground and crossed my arms in front of my chest. It wasn't doing much good. Even I could see the light given off by the glitter on my skin. I was reflecting light like a human disco ball. There was no way I was about to be inconspicuous at all.
"Any one over here?" Came a voice from down the alley. I swiveled around quickly to where I thought I heard the voice and I saw Adam Lambert, just strolling down this here alley. What the hell?
"Uhh yeah?" I replied still a bit confused. Why wasn't he on his bus or still backstage or something? Adam walked right up to me and leaned against the wall next to me. He smirked at me and what I am sure at what was probably a hilarious facial expression.
"Hey gorgeous. What's your name?" He asked one eyebrow arching up above the other.
So he thought that just because he was Adam frickin Lambert he can just get me horny as hell, give me a heart attack, then hit on me? So not about to fly. I straightened up, planting my hands on my hips and glared at him.
"My name is none of your concern" I snarled and started walking away. I am still a girl with a pulse so I added a swing to my hips and hoped he enjoyed the show as I walked away. He ran up to me and grabbed my wrist his smirk gone.
"Wait…I don't understand…don't you know who I am?" he asked me, legitimate confusion radiating out of his eyes.
My jaw dropped. I really hoped he wasn't conceited and a tool but he sure did sound like one. I decided to play dumb.
"Should I know who you are?" I asked, my voice dripping with contempt.
Adam looked at me for a moment before his face broke into a smile. "Don't play stupid with me! I saw you back in there. You were the girl with that eye makeup! Seriously…that glitter worked MAGIC!" Adam exclaimed.
I raised my eyebrows at his comment. "That's good right?" I asked fumbling in my purse to see if I had my mirror with me. He laughed,
"Yeah that's good. I saw you at my concert…why are you being so mean to me? I thought I was doing a service! I saw you fighting in there to get up front so I figured I would-"
"You would what Adam? Grace me with your presence? I am so sorry that I forced you to come out of your elite, pop-star world to come mingle with the commoners." I snapped. I hated how he assumed he was better than me! Sure I had come into this concert tonight just hoping for a touch or a sidelong glance, but that was before he decided to be a douche and plus, I was enjoying being difficult.
Adam looked hurt at my comment and he let my hand go. He looked down and I saw a tear creep out of his eye. I sighed.
"Adam…listen…I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a bitch. I just am. Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me?" I didn't want to be responsible for making Adam cry, and I really did feel bad. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him in a friendly hug, patting his shoulder and consoling him. Adam sniffled and laughed.
"Sorry mystery girl. I don't mean to break down on you or anything; it's just been a tough year."
I cocked my head and looked at him like he was a crazy person. A tough year? This WAS his year! What the hell is he talking about? Then we both heard the thud of heavy boots and the muffled voices coming out of walkie talkies. Adam looked stricken.
"Do you know any where we can hide for like a few hours?" He whispered frantically. I nodded. I had lived in this city my entire life. I grabbed his hand without question and pulled him into another alley that joined up with the one we were in. We sprinted past little shops here and there once we got onto Main St. and eventually I pulled him into what looked like a dead end to the side of a restaurant. What a lot of people didn't know was that this dead end made a sharp turn to the right and disappeared behind the restaurant once you took 20 steps in. No one cared enough to explore it to find that out except me I guess. I took him behind the restaurant and we caught our breath. The alley was very tight and we were standing practically chest to chest. I looked above us and saw the ladder I was looking for. It was an emergency escape ladder but it didn't reach the ground. The ladder started a little over 5 feet off the ground and I could grab it if I stretched. Climbing up was about to be a whole new ballgame. I examined the situation. Adam looked to be around 6'1 or 6'2, so he could probably climb up the ladder on his own. I would need his help getting myself up the ladder because A. I wasn't going to leave Adam alone on some strange rooftop and B. Well, I am still a huge fan of his music and I figured sitting on a roof top for a few hours would be a good way for us to bond.
"Adam, see that ladder above us? It goes up to the top of this restaurant. I have been up here before and there are apartment buildings surrounding us. No one will be able to see us from the ground. You wanna try going up there for a bit instead of being cramped in this alley?" I asked.
Adam giggled. "You are one of the strangest girls I have ever met. I have actually gotten letters from girls where they describe their fantasies to me. Being trapped in close quarters with me was a recurring theme. Do you even like me?" Adam asked. Obviously he didn't realize that I am an enigma…wrapped in a riddle. All of a sudden my ass vibrated…well the phone in my ass pocket vibrated.
"SHIT!" I had forgotten all about Deanna. I picked up my phone to see a text from her.
So security at the cncrt hall gathered every1 and told us we couldn't leave. Adam is missing. And so r you. Can I assume you 2 are together? Don't worry I wont squeal on you. Give me all the juicy deets later. Ill go back to my place when they let us leave. When you 2 are done you can come stay the night at my place. I already told your parents that you would be. Haha, good luck baby girrrrl 3 Dee
I fired off a quick response validating her claim and silently praised whatever God decided to gift me with such an amazing friend. Adam was still staring at me waiting for me to answer his question.
"Wha? Oh yeah, do I even like you. How about this: I will tell you all my little secrets once we get on the roof. Your security team has quarantined the concert hall area. So you're gonna get to tell me what's up with the overzealous security squad and I'll spill as to whether or not I obsess over you. A classic little heart to heart. Here, lift me up onto the ladder. You come up after me."
Let's just say I am kind of used to giving orders. I am the oldest of 4 kids. Me being 19, the youngest being eight. I wasn't about to pretend to be nice just for Adam's sake. He seemed like he could use a dose of reality. Adam helped me onto the ladder, lifting me up from behind underneath my armpits (thank god I wore lots of deodorant!) and lifted me so my hands grabbed the third rung up the ladder. His hands lightly brushed the sides of my boobs when he retracted his hands. I hung there trying to put my feet on the bottom rung but my arms just weren't up high enough! I am sure I looked pretty fucking hilarious kicking my legs around trying to get purchase. Adam laughed and ran his hands up the backs of my bare legs not stopping once he got to my denim covered ass. His hands rested on my ass and I hung completely still as he pushed me up the ladder by my ass. I was too far gone in my own personal little heaven to be offended so I let him help me up the ladder in any way he wanted. I eventually got going, climbed up the rest of the way, and made it up top successfully. I waited at the top for him to make his own way up. I sat in the middle of the roof as far away from the edge as possible. I have a mild fear of heights and I don't think Adam would appreciate me puking on him. So I waited patiently and lo and behold, he made it up just fine.
I felt a warm breeze come lift my hair off of my shoulders and I sighed in contentment. It was summer nights like these that made you want to break rules. Adam came up and sat down next to me, taking my hand in his and giving a soft squeeze. I felt a surge of adrenaline and I clenched my eyes shut. I remembered many nights just like this one where I had done many wonderful and terrible things. Having these feelings right now however was not so fantastic. I needed to worry about Adam and how I could be helping him. Not how badly I wanted to fuck him.
"Thank you so much for helping me. You don't know how much this means to me" He sighed and lay down on the roof with his arms crossed underneath his head, looking up at the night sky just as I was. I turned my head and saw him staring at me.
"What? Take a picture. It'll last longer" I said curtly. I didn't want him to know that I was just as bad as every other fan girl, so I was trying to be standoffish. I think I was doing a bit too well.
Adam laughed. "What's your name? And why are you treating me like this?"
"Renee." I replied. "And I am treating you like I would treat anybody else. I could be squealing and attempting to rape you. Is that what you would prefer?" I asked sincerely.
Adam laughed. "Well, you know it's not rape if I don't object right? Then it's just two people having a good time!"
I rolled my eyes and sat up. I looked at my phone checking the time. 1:15 am.
"So how long do you think we are going to have to be hiding from your security? And wait…why are we hiding from your security again?" I asked him.
"Probably another half hour, then we can move. And, well, you know how FOX entertainment pretty much runs my career for the first year right? They get to decide what songs get put on my album, where I go on my tour, and even to an extent what I wear and how I am going to portray myself. Well they also apparently get to dictate what I do in my spare time. As in ALL my spare time. I haven't had a moment of my own freedom since I began American Idol. I didn't sign up for this!" Adam's voice cracked as his anger reached a breaking point. "If I had known that this would be my life…I don't think I would have ever auditioned in the first place."
I scooted closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Is that what you meant earlier by you having a tough year?" I felt really bad. He didn't need some random girl being a bitch to him when he already had so much going on.
Adam laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. I know I probably seemed like a crybaby but I get where your hostility came from. I hate to disappoint my fans and I feel as if that is all I have been doing. The songs on my album are average. Just average. And I know that. And it kills me knowing that I could be doing so much more for everyone who expected me to be doing more. I feel like I let so many people down."
I scooted so that I was facing him and grabbed his face in my hands. I didn't care at this point if he found out that I was pretty much in love with him, he wasn't thinking clearly at all.
"Adam Mitchell Lambert. Yes, I know your middle name. Why? Because I love your music. I love your music so much that I used to research you every day to find out more about you and your music. I know that you're Jewish. I know that your 6'1, I know that you are 28 years old, from California, your natural hair color is a gorgeous red blonde, and you were an understudy in Wicked. I am telling you this not to freak you out which is how I imagine you feel right now, but to reassure you that people may not all be telling you the truth if they are telling you that they don't like you, or that your album sucks." I looked down in my lap sheepishly. "I am sorry Adam, but I am probably just as obnoxiously into you as every other fan girl out there."
AN: OH NO! Now Adam will run and hide and never speak to poor Renee again! Or will he forgive her for being a creep and just move on? We will find out on the next installment of… SEDUCING A GAY MAN!
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