I busted the door to my room open.

"Mel, what ha-" Adam said, standing up.

I grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. "Let's run away."

"What are you talking ab-"

Kiss.

"Mel, talk to m-"

Kiss.

He held my face away from his. "Why don't we talk about this before acting on impulse?"

"I want to be spontaneous." I pleaded. "Nothing in my life has been spontaneous! Until you came…" Kiss. He returned this time.

"We'll go stay at the hotel Pierce is at." Adam breathed, not letting me go.

"Let's go. RIGHT now." I breathed.

"What about your things?" Adam asked, looking around my room.

I grabbed a pair of PJ shorts, an oversized t-shirt, and an assortment of underwear and bras. Shoving them in my guitar case, I said, "Let's go."

"Sure you won't miss this?" Adam asked, holding up my song book/journal. Blushing, I took it from him.

"You didn't read it, did you?"

He smiled lovingly. "No, honey, and I won't unless you ask."

Picking up my guitar case, he led me out of my room. I could hear my mom crying, talking on the phone with my dad.

"What can I do, Colin?" she cried hysterically.

Adam saw me pause to listen to Mom. Stopping in the doorway, he asked, "Are you SURE about this?"

My focus went back and forth between Adam and my mother's sobs. I swallowed the lump in my throat and said, "Let's get out of here."

A little hesitant, he held the front door open for me. There was a yellow taxi in my driveway.

"Called earlier.." Adam mumbled. "Thought I'd be fleeing for my life after your mother had the broom!"

"Curse you for making me happy, Mr. Lambert." I purred.

"Now, now, don't bring your claws out yet, kitty. Save it for later." He grinned, giving me the eyes and moving my hand to his glambulge.

I shivered. Sitting in the cab, I had time to think. My mother's sobs echoed in my head. I leaned my head on Adam's shoulder.

"Should we turn around, love?" Adam asked, concerned. He rubbed my back.

"N-No." I lightly sobbed.

He kissed me gently and held me as I cried. Cried for the path I decided to venture onto. Cried for my family. Cried for my innocence. Cried for the dreams that were slowly becoming reality.

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"Here you go, Mr. Lambert. Wadesly Hotel." The cab driver said.

"Thank you." Adam whispered, paying the driver.

"Oh, Mr. Lambert, could I get an autograph for my daughter, Evie? She loves you." The driver said.

"Sure." Adam laughed. I heard the scrawling of a pen on paper. "There you are."

"Thanks a million!" the driver said. Adam shushed him. "Have a nice evening." he whispered.

"You, too." Adam whispered back. "Mel? Mel, darling, we're here."

"Okay." I answered groggily.

Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me to the hotel, kicking the cab door closed behind him.

"Joint room reservation for Lambert and Naxben?" he asked politely.

"One moment, please." The man at the desk said. Tapping keys on the computer, he said, "Ah, yes, Mr. Lambert, Mr. Naxben has been awaiting your arrival. You are in room 69S."

I giggled a bit at our room number. Adam spun me around in his arms.

"Have a nice stay." The man said, grinning.

"Thank you." Adam answered as he carried me down the hall to the elevator.

"Hmm, I've never been carried up an elevator before." I said, dazed.

"Don't be skerd." He said, mockingly. We kissed. The electricity appeared to flicker as our tongues danced together as one.

"I'm not skerd." I breathed.

*Ding*

Ride's over. Putting me down, he playfully led me down the hall, hands on my hips. If I started going the wrong way, he'd squeeze my hips and I'd jump. After a while, we made it a game to see if I wouldn't jump. I lost.

"You're so ticklish." He laughed. "I find it adorable."

"You make it sound like you aren't." I said, turning toward him, putting my hands on his hips.

"You're good, I must say." He said, jokingly.

I squeezed his hips and he squirmed a little. "HA!"

"Darn it, you got me!" Adam said, both blushing and laughing.

"Yes! I have something over you now!" I giggled.

He swiped the key card and continued squeezing my sides until I fell over on the bed.

"You've got to keep this between us!" Adam said, now tickling my stomach. "If word gets out, I won't be able to go anywhere without being tickle-attacked."

I squee'd in laughter. "Uncle!"

He climbed on top of me, stopped tickling, and kissed me. Once again, our tongues danced in limbo as one. I ran my hands through his hair. He hummed "Glamorize" to me. My sense sharpened. He touched my leg and I almost screamed. His hand lingered around my lower region. My hand lingered around his.

A knock from inside the bathroom. "Adam? Mel? Is it safe for me to enter?" Pierce yelled jokingly.

"We'll finish later, baby." Adam smiled, rubbing the insides of my thighs, causing me to tremble.

Getting off of me, he let Pierce know he could come in.

"Hey, guys!" Pierce said happily. "Miss Melody." He said, kissing my hand.

Adam rolled his eyes.

"Hey, now, don't get jealous." Pierce kidded.

Adam laughed a little.

"Okay, so, I've got to talk to you about confidential stuff, Adam." Pierce said grimly. "Band stuff."

Adam's facial expression crumbled. "Copyrights…legal stuff?"

"Yeah…" Pierce answered.

"Alright, sounds fine to me, I guess." Adam replied. "Mel, darling, why don't you go get yourself a coffee from the café on the first floor? Here's some money." He said, handing me a neatly-folded wad of bills.

"Oh, I can't accept th-"

"Yes you can." Adam replied, smiling at me as he and Pierce went through the bathroom into Pierce's room.

I sighed and walked to the elevator, key card in hand. The sinking feeling in my stomach was intense as the elevator dropped. I pinched myself. Yep, I'm awake. But is this a dream or a nightmare?