"Tommy! Tommy!" Some invisible force stopped me from chasing after him. It looks like he is returning to the bus anyway, so I continue my moonlit walk in hopes of finding a 24 hour Taco Bell. What is going on with him? If he didn't want people talking, he never would have agreed to or Adommy action that takes place on stage. There must be something else. As I continue pondering this I notice a purple light to my right. I turn to see what business it is that's open, and realize it's Taco bell. I order myself nachos and get two tacos for Tommy. I walked back to the bus to offer Tommy the tacos and to try and find out just what it is that he's hiding from me. I get on the bus and see Tommy's door closed. I knock on the door and say, "Tommy? Come out here I want to talk to you." No response. "I have Taco Bell tacos." This incentive makes him open the door.
"No tomatoes, right?" He sits down with me and enjoys his tacos. It's so cute to watch him eat Taco Bell. He practically orgasms when he takes a bite. I decide I'm full and offer Tommy the few nachos I have left.
"Thanks, I'm really hungry."
He eats the last nacho and walks back to his room. He tries to close the door but I block it with my foot.
"Tommy, I need to talk to you. We live on the same bus, you can't avoid me forever." After listening to me he decides I'm right and lets me in. "I need to know what's going on."
"I told you-"
"You told me a lie. I know that's not it. I want you as my boyfriend. And I want to help you with whatever it is that's bothering you."
"I don't need help. You and me, it was great but…"I stopped talking. I didn't want to tell him, I didn't know how to tell him. His blue eyes were full of concern as he looked at me, up and down, as if the answer was visible on my body.
"But what?"
"The but doesn't matter. All that matters is," I paused to swallow, "We need to break up, and stop the Adommy stuff on stage." I knew he'd fight back if I didn't give him a reason not to. "I don't want you anymore." I said this as sternly and seriously as possible. I walked past Adam and out of the room, wiping a single tear from my face. I curled up o the couch and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up I saw Adam sitting on the end of the couch looking at his cell phone.
"So it's your parents?" When he asks this I figure I must have been talking in my sleep. But I take another look at the phone in his hands and realize it's mine.
"You looked at my phone?"
"I dropped it off the nightstand. When I picked it up the call history was on the screen." I was mad at him. Not for looking at my phone, but for not letting this go.
"You know what? I don't need this." I got up, grabbed my phone, and stomped toward the door.
"Tommy where are you going?" I turn towards him and look into his sad and beautiful eyes. His eyes don't want me to go.
"Anywhere. Anywhere but here." I step out of the tour bus for the last time. At first I don't know where I'm going. But then I decide, to the life I've chosen. To the people I've chosen.
When I get there I just walk in, not bothering to knock. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I left the band. I can't be around him." I said to my dad. And for the first time ever, my dad smiled at me. After 28 years of trying to get my dad's approval, I finally got it.