A/N: can't wait to hear what u guys have to say about this...haha enjoy!
Tommy's POV
I found myself driving to Isaac's place. First, because it was close and second, because I needed to talk to someone and I trusted Isaac with my life. I pulled in his drive and knocked on the door, he answered and seemed puzzled to see me.
"Tommy? What are you doing here?"
"Um, sorry, I should have called, I just...need to talk to someone and fuck, I feel like a teenage girl."
Isaac gave me a half smile. "It's cool man, I'm not busy, come on in."
He let me in and led me to his couch where we both sat down. "So what's up? Shouldn't you be at Adam's?" He asked.
I sighed. "That's kind of why I'm here. Adam and I got into this fight and I just didn't wanna be alone."
"Aw TJ," he said sympathetically. He put his arm around my shoulders. "Wanna tell me what happened?" He asked.
I sighed and told him everything. "It was so stupid but I was afraid he was gonna, I don't know, do something and hurt me, that's why I left."
"Look Tommy, I know Adam. You know he could have done a lot worse than push you into a wall, I really don't think he would ever do anything worse than what he did."
I sighed. "I know. I don't wanna lose him Isaac."
Isaac gave me a sympathetic look. "Then you need to make things right with him. Maybe not right away, give him some time to cool off, then go apologize, that's what you need to do."
"You're right, thanks Isaac."
"You're welcome. Now how about we have a drink and put in 'Velvet Goldmine'?"
My face lit up. "That's my favorite!"
He chuckled. "I know."
Adam's POV
I paced back and forth in my living room, not knowing what I'm supposed to do. I didn't want to lose Tommy, but I was still mad. If I went to talk to him now I might blow up again. I still couldn't believe I had pushed him like that. I didn't mean to, it was just out of anger. I was going to make things right, but I knew that I needed to cool off first.
So I found myself heading to the nearest bar. I know what you're thinking, but I was not going to get drunk! I was just going to kick back and do some thinking.
I went into the bar and ordered a beer and sat down. I put my head in my hands, not knowing how I was going to fix this.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" I heard someone ask. I looked up; a guy was standing by the empty bar stool next to me with a smile on his face.
I gave him a half smile. "No, go ahead," I said gesturing to the seat. I didn't want to be rude.
As he made himself comfortable and ordered a drink, I took the oportunity to check him out more. He had curly brown, slicked back hair and really pretty hazel eyes. He was wearing a low cut v-neck shirt that showed off his tan, muscular chest. He was small and skinny but you could also tell he worked out.
"So what's your name?" He asked turning to me.
"Oh, I'm Adam," I said holding out my hand.
"Derek," he said taking it. "I hope I'm not bothering you, it's just, you seemed lonely so I just thought I'd, you know."
I smiled. "Well thanks, that's nice of you."
"You can tell me what's bothering you, if you want. I don't mind listening and, I know we just met but sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger then someone you know."
I smiled. This guy was really nice and easy to talk to and he was right, sometimes it was easier to talk to someone you barely know. "Well, I just got into a fight with my boyfriend. He got drunk and cheated on me and we got into a big fight about it."
He gave me a sympathetic look. "Well it sounds like he doesn't love you very much if he cheated on you."
"Well it wasn't...it wasn't like that. I mean, he got drunk and it just happened. I think I should forgive him but I kind of...blew up at him and I'm afraid to go confront him cause I don't know if he'll want to talk to me or just tell me to go away."
"Well maybe you just need to give it some time. Have a few drinks and relax a little. Then tomorrow you can go and fix things." Derek said and smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Thanks, I guess you're right."
"So what do you say?" He asked guesturing to the bartender. "Next round's on me."
The bartender passed him two more beers and he handed one to me.
"Thanks but, you don't have to buy me a drink," I said.
"But I want to," he said smiling.
"Well, okay, thanks," I said smiling back.
Derek and I drank our beers and just talked about random things. He was really nice and easy to talk to but for some reason he seemed familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it, it was weird though. I was laughing really hard at something Derek had said and he turned away to pay for another beer. My laughter had died down and as I stopped laughing I started to feel a little light headed.
Well that was weird, I only had two beers. Now my head was starting to pound. I rested my elbow on the bar and put my head in my hand and closed my eyes.
"Hey, you okay?" I heard Derek's voice and I slowly lifted my eyes up to look at him. Only I saw two of him. Now I was seeing double? Seriously, what the hell?
I swallowed and tried to answer him. "Y-Yeah, just a little headache."
I started to fell nausiated then. "I-I'll be back," I said.
I tried getting up off of the stool but I was still seeing double and I wasn't sure where the floor was exactly. I tried stepping down but tripped over my own two feet.
Derek saw and grabbed me before I could fall. "Woah, I think you need to lie down or something."
"No, no I'll be fine," I said and tried to walk again but stumbled. Derek caught me again.
"Come on, I'll call a cab," he said. I didn't couldn't really argue with him. I let him lead me out the door and I had to hold on to him while we waited to keep from falling over. I didn't even know what was wrong with me. I felt sick but high at the same time. I didn't know why though, I had only had two beers...
The next thing I knew I was sitting in the back of a cab. I didn't even know one had pulled up. I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew I was being pulled out of the cab by Derek. I took a moment to lift my head and see where I was. It looked like a motel. Then I remembered that Derek didn't know where I live so I guess he had no choice.
"Sorry, I don't know where you live so...," Derek said like he read my mind.
I nodded as best as I could. Derek unlocked the door to the motel and we went inside. He helped me lay down on the bed. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I kept going in and out of consciousness. I thought I felt someone lie down next to me but I wasn't sure, then I blacked out completely.
I woke up feeling like shit. My head was pounding and I had no idea where I was, or what time it was. My arm was above my head and I went to move it but then found that I couldn't. What the fuck? I looked up; my one arm was handcuffed to the headboard but the other one was free. Okay, now I was more alert, and about to flip out. I tried pulling at the handcuff but it wouldn't budge.
"Oh good, you're awake."
I looked to my left where the doorway to the bathroom was. It was the guy from last night. What was his name...? Derek! That was it. Okay, now I was freaked out.
"Derek?" I asked. He smiled and walked over to me and sat down next to me on the bed. He ran one of his hands across my cheek and I shrank away. Because this guy was a complete stranger and I was alone with him in a hotel room, handcuffed to the bed. This was not good at all.
He smiled again and pulled his hand away and shook his head. "Adam, I can't believe you haven't figured it out yet," he said.
I looked at him confused. "Figured what out?" I asked.
He sighed. "Look at me Adam," he said. So I did. Then I remembered that he looked sort of familiar but I had just figured that I had seen someone that looked like him once. Therefore I still didn't get it. I guess my expression showed it because Derek sighed again.
"Don't I look familiar to you? At all?" He asked.
I looked at him agian. "Um, yeah, a little. Why, do I know you?"
He smiled again. "Yes, you know me. Well, kind of. Okay, maybe I haven't been being fair. Derek's not my real name first of all."
I looked at him confused again. "What do you mean? What is it then?" I asked.
He laughed once. "It's Drake."