Tommy's POV

After only having one or two drinks at the first club we went to, Isaac, Monte, Cam and I discovered that the club was a piece of shit. Horrible music, weird people, it was just bad. So Monte texted Adam and we ended up going to the club he was at. It was so much better, we should have just come here in the first place. We went over to where Adam was and said hi. There were two guys sitting next to him one had brown hair and big brown eyes and was even smaller than me, the other had cropped brown hair and he was bigger than me, maybe just a tiny bit smaller than Adam.

"Hey Tommy. Long time no see. Remember me?" The smaller guy said to me once everyone had turned away. And as soon as I heard his voice I knew who it was.

"No way! Brad?"

"The one and only." We laughed and he gave me a hug.

"And you remember Cassidy?" He asked.

I turned to the other guy. Of course it was Cassidy, he still looked about the same except way more built.

"Of course. Great to see you Cass," I said, giving him a hug too.

After we had a few drinks, everyone headed out to the dance floor. I found myself being pushed into random people and dancing with complete strangers, which wasn't really my thing, but I was trying to have some fun so I went with it.

After a while though, it got old so I found myself just wandering around because I had never been here before. I wandered to the far wall of the club and let's just say it was amazing what some people do in public. I was about to get the hell out of there when I spotted someone out of the corner of my eye. Was that Adam? No way. I looked closer and realized it was Adam, making out with some random guy.

Ok, seriously? What the hell, since when did Adam turn into a man whore? He must have sensed someone staring at him because he turned his head and spotted me. Shit! I opened my mouth to say something but what the hell was I supposed to say? So I just walked away.

I found myself going into the bathroom, a tear slipping out of my eye. What the hell, why was I crying? Why did I care about what Adam did? Well, we had just seen each other after ten years and you're gonna tell me that he didn't remember what we had at all? I mean, I'm not saying he should be head over heels in love with me but didn't I mean anything to him or did he just forget? Either option sucked.

And I'm not saying that I'm in love with him either. I can't just be in love with him after not seeing him for all these years but come on! There might be something still there and he's just making out with random strangers? Did he always do that? Had he turned into some confident, sexy rock star and just go around getting any guy he wants? I thought he was better than that. Maybe I was wrong.

I went back and told Isaac and everyone that I wasn't feeling good and I was going to head back. They believed me and I drove back to my hotel, turning my phone off. I didn't want to talk to anybody. I just went to bed and put my iPod in, blasting Metallica and Manson. And I had to go to rehearsal tomorrow. Fuck my life, that was going to be awkward.

~the next day~

I groaned when I heard my alarm go off. I really didn't want to get up, but I had to. I got out of bed and threw on some black skinny jeans and a Metallica t-shirt and put on some eyeliner. Then I headed out to the venue where the AMAs were being held.

Everyone was there when I got there except for Adam, who arrived moments later. He was dressed casual, in jeans and a black t-shirt, but he still managed to look stunning.

"Okay guys, let's do this thing!" He said excitedly. "Oh, um, Tommy, I have a favor to ask you."

"What is it?" I asked. If he was going to pretend that absolutely nothing happened, then so was I.

"Would you mind playing keyboard instead of bass this time? It's just for this performance, anything after this you'll be playing bass."

"Um, yeah, sure I can do that."

"Awesome! Thanks!"

Everyone then went to take their place and I played a few notes on the keyboard to get used to it. I was a little rusty at first but then it came back to me. I was much more comfortable playing the bass but if it was just for this performance, I didn't mind that much.

The band started to play the introduction and Adam started singing. The only way to describe him at the moment was, sexy. Not that I expected anything less from this song but damn. There were guys on leashes and all this shit. I thought it might be a little risqué for ABC but it wasn't my place.

After we ran through the song about three times, Adam and the dancers were panting and sweating.

"Okay guys, take five, or ten," Adam said.

We all went to grab some water and it just so happens that Adam went to get a water out of the cooler at the same time I did.

"Hey," he muttered.

"Hey," I said.

"So, um, why did you leave last night?" He asked.

I didn't want to tell him the real reason. "I wasn't feeling good," I lied.

"Really? That's the oldest excuse in the book."

"Okay Adam, you wanna know the real reason? I was a little shocked and a little hurt when I saw you getting it on with some random stranger against the wall of a fucking club. Are you happy now?" I said.

And that was why he shouldn't have pushed it.

He looked taken aback. "What the hell Tommy? Why does it matter and why do you care, it's none of your business."

Even though I knew it was coming, it still hurt. "Well excuse me for being a little taken aback that you turned into a man whore. I just thought you were better than that."

"Well guess what, you don't know me. We haven't spoken to each other in ten years so who are you to judge me?"

"I'm not, but excuse me for being just a little hurt that I seem to be the only one who remembers high school."

He looked a little shocked and he looked down at the floor. "You're not the only one," he mumbled.

"Oh really? So I'm not the only one who remembers how I basically saved your life or how I stayed up with you all night because you could never sleep or how I let you come to my house in the middle of the night because you were hurt or how I let you cry and cling to me anytime you needed to or that letter you wrote me when you left?"

That got him. His mouth dropped open slightly and his eyes changed from hard and angry to sad and sensitive. "I remember," he said. "But I've tried to forget. You did save my life and I've been grateful to you ever since but I'm not the same depressed teenager you met in high school. I've changed and the fact that you don't seem to be happy that I've changed hurts me too."

I sighed. "Adam, I am happy for you. I'm ecstatic. Look at you, you're a fuckin rock star. I'm proud of you. But what I've seen so far, you've been acting cocky and, well, like a whore. That's not the same Adam I knew."

Adam stared at me for a moment and the angry look came back in his eyes. "You know what, think what you want, I am who I am and you can't change it."

And with that he walked away, signaling for rehearsal to start again. We went through the song a few more times but you could tell that Adam wasn't as into it as before. He ended rehearsal a little early.

I saw him talking to Monte but after a minute he was alone again. I took that as an opportunity to talk to him again. I didn't want to be fighting with him.

"Adam?" I said, once I approached him.

"Yeah?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I want things to be right between us. I don't wanna fight."

He sighed. "I don't' wanna fight either."

"I'm sorry for judging you," I said.

He nodded. "I forgive you."

There was an awkward silence and then he spoke again. "So do you wanna maybe, get some drinks tonight. On me?"

"Um, yeah, sure." I said, because it sounded good to go out and have some drinks, just me and Adam.

"OK, cool. Well, I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah, see you."

He smiled and walked away. I looked after him and sighed. Just because I had apologized to Adam, it didn't change my opinion. But I still didn't know why I cared. Did I like Adam? No, it was too soon for that. But I kept thinking about his eyes and his voice and how he could be cocky but he was still sweet. And his all-around gorgeousness. Wow, gorgeousness? Is that even a word? Whatever.

If I was starting to fall for Adam Lambert, again, I was screwed.