ooh! chapter two! whatever is going to happen?! :)
Oh, and major bonus points to those that know what I'm talking about with the "Sex on Fire" reference!!
He looked surprised, but not nearly as surprised as I felt. He gave me a quick grin and murmured 'good morning' to me as the doors began to slide shut.
I tried not to drool as I mumbled something back along the same lines. I didn't even notice my phone was sounding off again as another girl from the Glambert meeting texted me. His face flickered with surprise again as he heard the tune.
"Hey, I love that song! Sex on Fire, right? Kings of Leon?" I finally shook myself out of my mute stupor and mumbled something like 'haha yeah, it's a cool song'. I'm pretty sure none of the words were actually as clear as that. My brain was still recovering from the shock of being in his presence.
I suddenly realized how freaking stupid I probably looked. I mean, there I was, in the elevator of some fancy sky-high hotel at this absurd hour of the morning, standing in this extremely enclosed space with my idol practically pressed against my side, and all I could do was stammer and try to keep my eyes inside my head.
The ludicrous getup I was wearing made things so much worse. What was I thinking, that all of this makeup would somehow impress him? I looked like a clown! All the black gunk on my eyes and the powder and glitter on my face suddenly felt like it weighed a million pounds. At least it might hide my reddening cheeks, but it wouldn't conceal my ridiculous clothing choices: tight, low-cut black tee, complete with silver details and rhinestones, studded shiny belt, super-dark distressed skinny jeans, and to top it all off, those absurd heels that I had just had to have. Leather, four-inch spike heels, completely covered in silver studs, rivets, and various other metal protrusions. I had talked about them for months to my fellow Glamberts. Sitting there on the shelf, they had looked so fierce… and now, all I wanted was my cheap-oh pair of Converse knockoffs. Even my flip flops would do. What the hell was I thinking?! I looked so awkward! Like someone trying to imitate Adam, rather than compliment his style, which was the original goal. Now I had just made a poser out of myself. Surely, Adam would have liked me just as much in a normal T-shirt and shorts… All of this, running through my head in a nanosecond, while the main character in all of my fanfics was standing right next to me, smiling down at me. Still way taller than me, even with my added advantage of heels. Then again, he could have some platforms boosting him up, but I most certainly was not looking at his feet at the time.
Maybe my discomfort (to put it lightly) was palpable in the enclosed elevator. Maybe he just felt sorry for me. Maybe he thought it was funny-looking. Or maybe, just maybe, Adam was actually telling the truth when his eyes lit up while he looked me up and down appreciatively and said, "Girl, you look amazing! I LOVE your outfit! And those shoes are fierce."
And the world was good again.
Perhaps my first coherent word of the short ride so far was me breathing 'thanks'. I mean, what else could I say? Well, okay, I could have said a lot of things. There was a huge amount of word vomit just longing to be let out and spilled all over the elevator, which I assume is a common feeling among fans of Adam when they're around him. But I resisted saying anything. It was the only way I could control myself. After all, I was the one who had always promised to be the 'normal' one around him. I was cool , I was collected, I was controlled. And I would not fail myself or my fellow fans. Seriously, if I couldn't handle an elevator ride without my hands shaking, how the hell was I going to operate a camera during 'Whole Lotta Love'?
All of that determination to keep myself contained almost crumbled when he turned to me, looked me right in the eyes, stuck out a hand, and said, "I'm Adam."
Like I didn't fucking know that. I kicked myself internally after I gabbed, "oh I know!" like some creepy 9-year-old stalker, and I forced myself to give him a normal handshake, without squeezing the life out of those gorgeous, immaculately manicured hands. Come on, girl. Be a normal person. Introduce yourself…
"I'm Liz." There! I finally said it! I smiled with pride, adding to the smile of ecstasy that was already there. I probably looked deranged. He just laughed a little, the most beautiful exhalation of air I'd ever heard. "Nice to meet you, Liz." My simple name had never sounded so exotic. Everything about this man was exciting… I was just drinking it all in. Now that I was past my selfish anxieties, I could really enjoy the moment, mentally devouring Adam, every fleck of color in his longer hair that still rocked the fresh-outta-bed look, the smudge of black around his shockingly exquisite eyes, the just-visible freckles on his face and lips. His torso was covered by a V-neck shirt that exposed just enough chest to make me want to rip it right off of him. His magnificently toned and freckled arms weren't helping stifle the feeling. Then again, it was hard to focus on them when the jeans he was wearing clung appealingly to his thighs, marked at the top by a huge, glittery belt buckle of some sort and met at the bottom by his snakeskin boots. What was I supposed to concentrate on?! It was all just too perfect!
Just as I was about to completely give in to the fangirl-isms of my minds, Adam's mouth opened and I lost all train of thought to his sexy voice.
"So where are you headed? It's a bit early, you know, and you looked so fabulous." Trying not to completely spazz out at the compliment, I cleared my throat as best I could and replied, "Well, uh, I was actually on my to a Glambert meeting… you know, we get together early in the morning, have the whole day planned out, then we, you know, go to the whole idol concert thingamajiggy to see you perform and… uuh… yeah." While it wasn't as graceful as I had planned, in got the message across, which was all I wanted. My smile remained fixed on my face. My heart melted and exploded at the same time when Adam let out a little chuckle. "Glambert convention, huh? I should have guessed. You look perfect!" I had no doubt that my foundation did little to cover my blush as a stammered out, "Thanks!… Uuh, so do you! You- you look- you look great!" Another deep-throated chuckle and grin. "Thanks. But I doubt it. I just rolled out of bed, and this is what I threw on." I tossed a jealous glance in his direction. "That's what you look like when you roll out of bed? That's not fair! You look perfect!" I didn't really pay any attention to his reaction as a thought struck me. "Hey! Uuh, I know this is probably the last thing you wanted to happen this morning, but do you think, maybe, that we could, umm, you know, get… get a picture?" The last words squeaked out weakly, embarrassedly. Adam softly laughed and nodded, like he had been expecting this. "Sure! For your Glamberts, right?"
I giggled back nervously as I rifled through my purse for my camera. "Haha well, for your Glamberts, actually." His laughter at my cleverest quip yet cheered me up. Maybe this wasn't such a disaster after all.
After what seemed like hours, but really only could have been seconds, I finally managed to get my camera out of my purse and turned on. I glanced at Adam. "You ready?"
Oh, that smile he returned… "Ready when you are."
Gasp.
Die.
Laughing nervously like an unhinged fool, I held out the camera at arm's length and leaned towards Adam, as close as I could get without freaking him out or something… then, the unthinkable happened.
He put his arm around me.
ME.
ADAM FREAKING LAMBERT TOUCHED ME.
I a huge 'boom' resonated through my head, and it felt like the world around me actually shuddered to a stop. I swear, the enchantment of his touch was so powerful, the lights even seemed to flicker… Adam really was magical.
I was so caught up in the bliss of the moment that I didn't even push the button before Adam looked up in surprise. "Whoa! What was that? Did you feel that?"
I gasped, looking up at him with stars in my eyes, loving the warmth of his body next to mine. "Oh, Adam! You felt it too!"
He looked at me, a little confused at my tone. "Hah, uuh, yeah, I think our elevator just broke… it's not moving anymore. Didn't you hear that huge thunder?"
"…Oh."
Well, wasn't I the dipshit of the day!
My cheeks turned beet red as the reality crashed down again. The boom that 'resonated through my head' was just thunder, like I had heard minutes before. The lights actually had flickered. And, for better or for worse, the elevator actually had halted its sluggish descent.
Our gazes met, and I couldn't believe this was happening.
I was stuck in an elevator with Adam Mitchel Lambert.