Hi guys! I'm back..er i was back two days ago but i honestly didn't know how to do this chapter, I HOPE ITS FINE WITH YA'LL! Well the song that i had in mind for this chapter has the lyrics of what i was trying or hopefully succeeding in putting across so i will ask you to listen to it, not only cause it matches but also because this song is amazing. haha well enjoy my lovelys!

Blown Away- Carrie Underwood

TOMMY POV

I swung the door open to my room and dropped my bag by the door and strolled back to my upstairs living room where Adam sat awkwardly on the couch. I made my way towards the TV with a movie in hand, "Hey Adam, I have a movie I think you might like." Smiling I sat on the floor by the DVD player and put the movie in.

"What's it called?"

"Velvet Goldmine,"

"What's it about?"

"Don't ask, just watch," I laughed and sat on the couch beside Adam, the close proximity made me happy, it was weird, and I was just content just sitting next to him.

Like I said…weird.

Throughout the movie I moved closer and closer to him, at first I just curdled up next to him, then I rested my head on his shoulder, eventually I was almost on top of him.

By the time the movie was in the credits we were cuddling full on. I was glad that he's the type of person that doesn't judge, because back in my old town whenever I wanted to cuddle the guys looked at me funny and the girls just tried to kiss me, I'm not trying to be cocky or arrogant but I was pretty popular and at some points it sucked.

As I slowly moved from not touching him to cuddling he would tense up more and more everytime I got closer, but by the end of the movie he relaxed and once again a smile found its way onto my face.

The ending scene gave way to the credits and then they too came to an end and I knew I would have to move eventually, I mean it's a little weird to keep cuddling after the movie ends especially if we aren't even close to anything to do with romance.

I am straight and so is Adam so there was no reason to keep on trying to cuddle even if I was incredibly comfortable, damn his fluffy sweater and perfect shape.

I was about to move when I heard a quiet snore from above, I froze, oh…that's why he relaxed, he was falling asleep, I giggled and looked up so I could see his face, it was pretty damn difficult considering his head was resting on mine but I succeeded, and what I saw was the cutest thing ever.

Adams mouth was slightly open, and his hair covered his face more than usual, I let go of his arm and reached up to brush his hair aside, he wore his trademark black eyeliner, although smudged from rubbing too much. He looked so much younger and relaxed that he usually was, his eyebrows weren't pinched together like always, it was nice seeing him so at ease.

Taking the time to be a little nosy and see if he cut since yesterday, I hoped he didn't, it's still not my business because it's HIS body and HIS life that I was invading in but I honestly worried about him a lot.

But as they say curiosity killed the cat.

We weren't the best of friends, hell we were barley friends, but I found out about it and he trusts me enough to not tell, or at least I hope so.

I slowly pushed up his giant sweater at the sleeve and pulled his glows down so I could see the gauze on his wrist, I pulled it apart stopping everytime I felt him move. Now his wrist was in clear view, thank god, I heaved a sigh of relief, he hadn't cut when he got home, they were still somewhat new but that was before I cleaned them yesterday.

Taking the time to actually look at his cuts instead of focusing on cleaning them, my eyes glided over the variety, I wanted to cry, some were deep and some were shallow, but there was a lot of scaring under them.

What made him what to do this?

Eyes burning with unshed tears, I placed my fingers on his wounds gently, I felt him flinch, looking up at his face I saw that his eyebrows were pushed together, he look pained, defiantly not at ease anymore.

I brushed my fingers across them, and closed my eyes tightly as I heard a soft whimper and he jerked his head, still asleep apparently.

I yanked my hands away from him like his skin scorched mine, I can't do this to him, why can't I just try to help him instead of sneaking a peak, it felt so wrong.

Forgetting what even made me want to do this; I pulled his sleeve down over his gloves again and slide out from underneath him, and stumbled to the bathroom.

My head hit the wall as I slid down, the burning worsened as I closed my eyes almost begging that I didn't cry, but of course the pleas did no such thing as I felt my damp cheeks, I sobbed silently.

Why would Adam even have to do this?

I shoved my palms into my eyes hoping that it would stop my tears from falling.

My tears finally slowed after some time, I rose from the ground and looked in the mirror, my eyes were red rimmed, amazing, and my face was blotchy and red from my breakdown, great. I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face, bringing down some of the puffiness, and grabbed a towel.

I sat on the toilet and waited for my face to return to normal, I needed to figure out why, but I needed a plan, I couldn't just force him to spill his life story. Even if I did force him and he told me I doubt he would want to hang around someone so forceful, but if I somehow managed to help him trust me maybe he would tell me and I could help him. I just had to figure out how, because I've known him for a couple days but I can already see that he has this brick wall, ten feet wide, blocking anyone from getting close.

Too bad for him, but I am going to break it, one way or another.

A sweet humming sound brought me back, it was so soft, so beautiful, and so full of emotion, it didn't even sound real, I thought I was imagining it; I hesitantly opened the door, and stood out eyes wide and just listened to the beautiful voice.

I made my way to the living room and stood in the doorway, which luckily the couch didn't face.

It was Adam.

He was the one making this sound, he cradled his left wrist, the one I touched, and was rocking back and forth, his eyes were hidden by his messy hair but I could have sworn he was crying, silently, like how he lives his life, in silence, hiding whatever pain makes him do those horrible things to himself.

I sucked in a breathe and was frozen in place, he was now singing words that pleaded for help and expressed every emotion he was feeling, hell I could feel it, the meaning of everything behind the lyrics he sung were so intense and profound that the only thing I could do was watch in awe and horror.

I didn't understand all of it but if this was how he felt on a normal basis I just hoped that I could somehow take this pain and destroy it and leave nothing left for him to feel but happy.

Apparently I had stepped forward because he stopped moving altogether and was now staring at me with wide eyes.

"I-I-"he stuttered over words, he dropped his head down, "I-I'm so s-sorry," he got up from the couch and stood and waited for me to respond, though he still wasn't looking at me.

"No d-don't apologize, um… I should be…erm I should be sorry," I flushed.

I saw his head snap up; his eyes were red, obviously was just crying because of what I did, great that makes two of us.

The best of fucking friends.

"N-no" he stuttered over his words, and looked at the TV and saw the opening screen, "It ended…"

Did he really just comment on the movie when we were in such a serious mood? What the fuck?

I busted out laughing, surprising Adam from the looks of it because he jumped 5 feet in the fucking air, which only succeeds in making me laugh harder.

"W-what are you laughing at?!" he demanded, his cheeks slightly red.

Oh my fucking god I made him fucking blush.

I had dropped to my knees because my stomach hurt so badly, he just made it so much more hilarious with anything that comes out of his mouth.

Trying to control my laugher and standing on shaky legs at the same time isn't very easy, I now had to explain to Adam why I suddenly had a giggle attack…or fit because he looked pretty damn upset that I wouldn't tell him.

"It-it's…be-because…yo-you just….you!" trying to explain while still laughing, I now realized that along with trying to explain the reason, I figured out that I don't actually have a reason, he just made it funny with being himself.

"You're laughing at me because I pointed out that the movie ended. Who does that?" the rhetorical question at the end made me giggle softly leaving nothing but a smile when it ended.

I had finally sobered up and was now looking at him with upturned lips, "You're too cute."

Adam furrowed his brows together yet again and the slight pink from before was now a distinct red, yep that's a blush.

"You defiantly managed to change the topic quickly," I looked at him seriously before continuing, "I won't ask you what happened, but know that you CAN tell me, I won't say a word unless you tell me too."

He just nodded silently, the bob moved his hair in front of his face, so I couldn't see his expression, I can only hope that he will understand. This is defiantly not pride that I'm dealing with; this is something that goes much, much deeper, he doesn't cut with stupid reasons, nor does he not have friends because he wants to, no, defiantly not pride.

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