"Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere."

I slowly walked to my doorway. Adam was sitting on the spare bed, back facing me. He had my guitar in hand. MY guitar.

"And there tears are filling up their glasses. No expression, no expression."

"That's….that's beautiful." I whispered. He instantly reeled around. His face was stricken with surprise.

"Sorry I startled you." I said. "Please…..go on."

And there we sat. In my small, drafty room. Adam Lambert singing and playing my guitar. I hesitantly added harmonies to the song.

With the final chord, he said, "You have a lovely voice."

I couldn't believe my ears. I blushed. "No, I really don't…"

He tipped my chin up, positioning my face directly in front of his. Our gazes instantly met. There was a spark filling the thick air we breathed. "Yes, you do."

His breath was fresh. Spearmint. At his compliment, I broke our gaze. He frowned a bit. Leaning in, he lightly brushed his lips across mine. "Have some confidence, dear."

The breath caught in my throat. I shivered a bit. He frowned. "Maybe….Maybe I should keep you warm tonight."

I stammered. "Uh…umm…uh."

"Only if you want, though. I didn't realize how cold a summer evening could get." He said, his breath now on my neck.

"I…umm…yes…I want." I breathed. What am I doing? Is this real? Did Adam Lambert just ask for MY permission…to sleep with me???

"It's getting late, Mel. Go ahead, get under the covers." He said lovingly. Almost paternally…Wait, is that what this is? Is he being protective in a parental way?

I walked a few steps to my bed and climbed in. He took off his jacket and skinny jeans to reveal black and grey striped boxers. His boxers matched his pants?!

He smiled. "I know what you're thinking."

I blushed.

He climbed into bed, pulling the covers over both of us. Kissing me lightly on the cheek, he said goodnight. He put his arm around my shoulders. Now that he had mentioned it, I was kind of chilled. I nuzzled closer to him and fell asleep. Nope, he's definitely not being paternal.

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I yawned and stretched out on my bed. Oh my God, was last night a dream? Afraid to open my eyes to the miserable life I lead, I squinted them and looked around the room.

Nothing. No jacket. No jeans. Nobody next to me. No Adam. Just another stupid, juvenile dream. I screamed into my pillow with frustration.

Numbly, I jumped out of bed, going to the front door and yanking it open. No bus. Nothing.

I collapsed on the floor, mindlessly sobbing. How could I ever let myself believe that something special could happen to me? How could I let myself believe that somebody as talented and….perfect as Adam Lambert would even acknowledge my existence?

Shakily getting up, I walk to the kitchen. A note from Mom lies on the counter.

Mel,

Please do the dishes. And, please, don't spend your whole day playing your guitar. Get outside in the sun, sweetie!

Love you,

Mom

I rolled my eyes. Well…maybe she has a point. I look pretty sickly. Picking up the newspaper, another piece of paper dropped to the floor.

Melody,

Pierce and I are going with the tow truck to their station. Have to get the bus checked out. Be back soon.

Hearts,

Adam

My heart stopped beating. It wasn't a dream. Adam Lambert really is here. He's really interested in me!.....Well, maybe not interested….Yes. I smiled slyly to myself.