Summary: For some reason, ten-year-old Adam Lambert was unusually happy on this date. Kinda Adison.
Paring: Kinda Adison.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Authors Note: Allison was born on April 27, 1992, so I just had to write this about what Adam was doing on this day. Stupid and pointless. I know. In Adam's POV.
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"Come on, Adam," my mother said. "Get out of bed! You are gonna be late for school!" You really think that I care if I am late for school? I hate school. Everyone thinks that I am a freak. My brother, Neil just started Kindergarten this year, and he loves it. He is crazy. I guess no one knows that I am his brother yet.
"Okay, I'm up!" I yelled back. I got up out of bed and walked over to my closet to find something to wear. School was almost out for the summer, and I was glad. I wouldn't have to see any of those jerks at my school for a month or so.
After I was finally ready (which was about a half hour), I went downstairs and was met my over excited brother and my mom. "Just one more month, Adam," she reminded me.
"Whatever," I mumbled. I went to the pantry and grabbed my cereal and poured some in a bowl. I silently sat down at the kitchen table and ate my breakfast.
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Before school, I was getting pushed around by sixth graders as usual. I really hate my life right now.
Eventually, the bell rang so they let me go and they hurried off to their classes. I ran to my fifth grade classroom.
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I looked up at the clock. 12:02. Almost lunch time. Finally. I am starving. Of course I won't be able to eat, because I would be running away from the sixth graders.
But then something happened. I don't know what it was, but I just extremely happy. I smiled and tried to concentrate on the math lesson.
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After school, I went home and shot through the door, still hyper and excited. For no reason at all.
"Good day at school?" my mom asked me.
"Nope," I said, smiling like an idiot.
"Then what happened? You haven't been like this in ages," she replied.
"I don't exactly know. Something important happened today. I don't know what, but something really important happened today." I replied.
"Okay. Go wash up. I made chocolate chip cookies," she said.
"Kay," I said.
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16 Years Later***
"So you were really born on April 27, 1992?" I asked my best friend, Allison Iraheta. It has been a little over 16 years since that day and I still have no idea why I was so happy on that day. I was now 27 and on American Idol on my way to living my dream.
"Yes, Adam. How many times do I have to repeat myself?" she asked me.
"I don't know. I just can't believe that you were born on that day," I said.
"Why?" she eyed me. "Did something happen?"
"Actually, yes. Something did happen," I replied.
"What?" she asked me.
"I don't know. I was just really happy that day," I answered. "And I had no idea why."
"Really no idea?" she asked me.
"I think I might have an idea now," I said.
I put my hand on her face and I kissed her lightly on the lips. "Everything makes so much sense now," I breathed. "Any chance that you were born at 12:02 PM?" I asked.
"You're good," she said, kissing me again.
So after 16 years, I had finally solved the mystery that had been haunting me ever since I was ten years old. Allison Iraheta was born that day. The girl of my dreams.
Okay, tell me what you think. This was extremely fun to write. LOL.
