Tommy's POV

I met Adam at the club around 10. It was a different one then the one we were at last night, a little less wild, but then again, all the clubs in LA were wild. I spotted Adam sitting at the bar, with a cute guy sitting next to him and flirting, very noticeably. Adam shooed him away after he spotted me and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Adam and I went and sat down at a table in the back with our drinks. It was still a little tense with us because of what happened earlier that day, but I tried to ignore it.

"So Adam," I said, making conversation, "What happened to you after that year? I mean, I didn't see or hear from you at all since…"

"Yeah, we had our phone numbers and everything changed, including mine. I got a new phone and they forced me to change the number, I tried calling and texting you but it was out of service or something I think and I never had your email address or anything so I didn't know how else to get a hold of you."

"Oh, right," I said remembering. "My parents made me get a new number too. They never liked you and I think they were glad you were gone. After that, I had no way to get a hold of you and honestly I tried to forget about it all. It hurt a lot to think about you."

"Wow," Adam said, shaking his head. "I felt the same way. After I turned 18 I moved out here to LA. You're older than me though so I had no idea where you had gone."

I nodded. "Yeah, I went to Burbank and have been there ever since. I had some friends who live out there and I went to live with my friend Mike and I'm still there now."

He nodded and there was an awkward silence until I decided to start a new topic. "So, what happened to you? I mean, you've changed so much. And I'm not saying that in a bad way. All of a sudden you're this confident, sexy rock star. I would have never imagined that Adam I knew in high school to turn into this."

He blushed and looked down. "I don't really know. I moved to LA and that was where Brad and Cass decided to move too, so I was with them. I started getting into acting and singing, mostly singing, and I found out how much I really loved it. Cass and I would sing together all the time and I loved it so much. And if I wasn't singing I was writing music or something else of that nature. I did it 24/7 and it just…..it made me happy. I forgot everything when I was singing and soon I was able to forget about it entirely."

"Wow," I said shaking my head. "That's amazing, I'm so happy for you, I really am."

He smiled. "Thanks Tommy."

Then Adam did something that I really didn't expect. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes slipped shut as an automatic response and I kissed him back. I couldn't describe how it felt to be kissing him again. But when he tried to put his tongue in my mouth, it dawned on me: what the hell was I doing?

I pulled away sharply and he looked at me shocked. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"I-I can't. We can't. I'm sorry." I got up to leave but he grabbed my wrist, making me stay put.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because…." I said, trying to think of a good excuse. "It's just, we work together, and you're my boss."

"So?" He asked. And he stood up to kiss me again. I kissed him back, defeated. We started to get into it and he grabbed my arms and pushed me against the wall. And then I was reminded of the real reason why I didn't want to do this.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could. It wasn't enough to actually push him away but he got the hint and backed away. "What the hell?" He asked shocked.

"Is this what you do with every hot guy you meet?" I asked him.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"This," I said, gesturing to the wall. "I'm not gonna be one of your little fuck toys."

He looked at me like I was crazy. "What? You're not! What would make you think that?"

"Oh I don't know," I said sarcastically. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you like to make out with, and who knows what else with complete strangers. Have you ever even been in a relationship?"

He looked taken aback. "Well, yeah. "

"For how long?" I asked.

"I don't know, like…..3 weeks?"

I rolled my eyes. "My point exactly. You just hook up and have one night stands and forget about it. Well, I'm sorry Adam but I'm not one of those guys that you can just fuck and forget about. If you're not gonna be in a legitimate relationship with me, then I can't be with you."

He looked down, speechless. I thought maybe he was going to say that he was sorry or that he was willing to stop with the random hook ups for me. But sometimes fantasies can't be a reality.

"I'm sorry," he said. And with that, he walked away, leaving me standing there. I looked after him with my mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe he hadn't even made an attempt to make things right. I let a tear run down my cheek and then another. I couldn't believe I was crying over him.

Adam's POV

I ran out of the club and into my car but I found myself not being able to move after that. I sat in the driver's seat with my hands on the steering wheel. I put my head down and closed my eyes, making Tommy's face appear in my head. This of course led me to think about him, and for the first time in a long time, I felt something. I felt guilty and I felt bad that I had probably hurt him.

I didn't know why I was feeling these things. I never felt guilty after hooking up with some guy and then never calling them. I felt angry too. Why was Tommy being such a bitch? Did he think I was just going to have sex with him and then never talk to him again? Well, that was stupid, he worked for me, I would have to talk to him sometime.

I thought back to when I was with Brad, which was the last time I had been in a relationship. Could I do that with Tommy? Well, maybe. I was willing to be in a relationship with Tommy if he would just give me a chance!

I let out a sigh of frustration; I really needed to talk to someone. So I speed dialed Brad's number because Brad always knew the right things to say.

"Hello?" Brad answered.

"Brad? It's Adam. Look, I just, really need to talk to someone. Are you doing anything?"

"No, of course not. What's the matter?" I knew he sensed that something was wrong and that made me smile.

"I don't even know. I met Tommy at this bar and we talked and it led to us making out and we got into it, but then he just stopped and said that he wasn't some fuck toy and that he couldn't be with me if I wasn't ready to be in a relationship. And then I didn't really know what else to do so I just apologized and walked away. And now I'm sitting here in my car, talking to you and I feel guilty and I just…..I don't know what to do."

"Aw, honey. Listen, are you far away? You can come over and we can talk about it."

I wiped my eyes. "Okay. I can do that. Thanks Brad you're the best."

"You too. I'll see you in a little bit."

"K, bye."

We hung up and I drove over to Brad's house which was only about ten minutes away. He let me in and we sat on his couch. "So do you wanna talk about it?" Brad asked me.

I shook my head. "I already told you everything."

He sighed. "Adam, do you like Tommy? Like, really like him?"

I shrugged. "That's the thing. I don't know. I feel like I shouldn't. I mean, he's my band member. And the band needs him so if he ever left that would just completely suck."

"Well then, maybe you shouldn't be with him," Brad said. "I mean, wouldn't that just cause drama? I'm just trying to tell you what I think is best."

I nodded. "Yeah. Brad, if I ask you something can you answer honestly?"

He looked confused. "Well, yeah, of course, I'm your best friend, I would never lie to you."

I smiled slightly. "Do you think I'm a whore?"

He looked shocked. "Well, no. I mean, yeah you hook up with strangers sometimes but you're not in a relationship and they're perfectly willing right?"

I nodded. "I guess….look, I don't wanna talk about this anymore. Do you have any drinks?"

He smirked and went to the kitchen and brought me back a glass of whiskey. "Wow, nice. I was expecting wine or something."

He laughed. "Clearly you don't know me at all."

We both laughed and three glasses of whiskey later, I was starting to feel it. I found myself with my head on Brad's chest and he had one arm around me and was petting my hair with the other. I leaned into his embrace and closed my eyes. Right now, I just needed someone to love me without regretting it, not someone stubborn like Tommy.

I leaned up and pressed my lips to Brad's. He seemed shocked at first but then kissed me back. I sat up, shoving my tongue in his mouth in the process. He moaned and tugged on my hair. I gently pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, my mouth not leaving his the whole time. He put his hands under my shirt and pulled it off and I did the same to him. Our pants soon followed and I pushed into him without warning. He cried out and dug his nails into my shoulders. I closed my eyes and as much as I was aware that I had Brad underneath me, I couldn't stop comparing his small body and his high pitched voice to Tommy's. I pushed the thought aside and thrusted even harder, making Brad scream in pleasure and pain. But I knew Brad has done worse than this. When we both reached the end I pulled out of him and lay on top of him, giving him another kiss. He smirked and looked up at me.

I smiled and before I could say something, I heard my phone vibrate somewhere on the floor. I got off of Brad and found my jeans and searched the pockets until I found my phone. I saw that I had a text from Tommy.

"Fuck." I groaned, putting my head in my hands.

"Tommy?" Brad asked.

I nodded and opened the text. 'Where did u go? Just checking to see if you're okay.'

I sighed and texted back. 'Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.'

I didn't get a reply after that. "Look, if you have to go, it's totally cool." Brad said.

I shook my head. "No, I don't really wanna be alone."

He nodded in understanding. "Come here then." He pulled me into his arms and lay back down on the couch. That was what I liked about Brad. There was never anybody getting hurt or regrets. Just friends with benefits. He knew I just needed comforting and I was grateful for that. But I still found myself feeling guilty about Tommy and I fell asleep thinking about him.