So thanks for all of you that left reviews!! You guys are GREAT. However, I just want to make something perfectly clear... there will be NO sex in this story. Sorry. Adam is GAY and the character is a woman. It just won't work. Sorry if i mislead anyone! Yes, she is attracted to Adam (Who wouldn't be?!) but they're just going to be friends. Anyway... on with the fanfic!!!

Our gazes met as the realization of 'holy shit we're stuck in an elevator' hit us, and a moment of awkward silence ensued. I offered a weak smile tried to break it with a very insightful statement: "Umm, I think our elevator's stuck." Wasn't I such a fucking Einstein?

He glanced around, a little worried, as if looking for confirmation, then looked me right in the eyes and said, "I guess so." Even as I melted on the inside, I was a little relieved that his response was as generic as my remark, even though any word that came out of his mouth could be a quote compared to Aristotle.

I was still lost in his eyes when he said, "I don't think this'll last very long. I mean, they always have technicians working on this sort of thing, right?"

My breath whooshed out and I realized he was right. I still had to savor every moment with him, even though I was pretty sure I was already doing that to my fullest extent. "Umm, yeah, I'm sure they do, especially since this is such a fancy hotel, surely it'll be fixed quickly, but they might not even know we're in here, so we might have to call them, but that might not be necessary cuz they're probably on their way now and… yeah." Well, I wasn't sure if it was an improvement or not, but now at least I could squeeze a sentence out without stuttering. Even if it happened to be me spewing out a load of crap that made me sound like some sort of elevator expert… this whole 'keeping my cool' thing was proving difficult…

Even Adam seemed a little taken aback by my rambling response. He just kept on smiling, laughed a little, and said some sort of agreeable word. He was acting very amiable. Then it hit me: acting amiable. This is the way he'd act around any crazed fan that he met. I mean, what else could he do? When encountered with a crazy person completely obsessed with you, your life, and everything you do, what else can you do but smile and nod? The thought upset me a little, that he might think of me as just some insane Glambert. My telling him that I was going to a Glambert meeting at way-too-early o'clock probably didn't help the impression, even if he did like my outfit. My feelings of sadness were replaced with determination to set myself apart from the rest of them, to be special, recognized, noticed, remembered, and I turned to Adam Lambert and asked in a clear voice the first thing that came to mind: "Is this how all your fan interactions are?" I didn't realize how dumb that was until he laughed and responded, "Umm, meeting a fabulously dressed woman early in the morning in the hotel elevator and then getting stuck there for who knows how long? Definitely not!"

I blushed a little, but I was firmly refusing to resort to my former state of stammering. "That's not what I meant! Are they, umm, are you always so…" I couldn't think of the word. 'Unresponsive' wasn't right… 'impersonal' maybe? 'Overly agreeable'?

I made the mistake of making eye contact with him while trying to think, and it all just fell apart. All that came to mind was 'perfect', and that happened to be the word that escaped my brain-mouth filter.

He laughed aloud this time, seeming much more genuine than his previous little chuckles. "What?! No! No way I'm perfect!" More laughter. "You don't even know!"

I blushed furiously. "That's not what I meant! I… uh…"

Sensing my frustration, Adam had stopped laughing and was staring me right in the face with the most concerned expression I had ever seen on a human being. He saw my exasperation and genuinely wanted it to be alright again. "What is it?"

I gulped and looked away. It was the only way I could think straight. "It's… umm… well, it's like this. Everything I've said, you've agreed to somehow. It's not like you're being impersonal or something, but you're just not… being… acting like a real person, you know?" I watched his expression and quickly backpedaled. "I mean, in all your interviews and stuff you're like talking nonstop, and basically all you've done is smile and nod… in a very attractive, amazing way of course…" I couldn't help myself. I was looking at him again… and he looked a little taken aback. I kicked myself mentally for making him feel anything less than happy and listened to his response.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel unimportant. It's just really early and I'm not quite up to my usual level of…" he struggled for the word. I helped him.

"Talkativeness?…"

He laughed again, still genuine. "Yes, exactly!" He beamed at me. "You gave me the perfect word for it!"

Feeling like I was about to collapse under the weight of his gaze, I weakly replied, "Well, I'm not entirely sure it's a word…" He grinned more widely than before, right at me, and I almost fainted. He was so… overwhelming. It felt like his presence, his power, came in waves. I would almost recover and become a normal person and then I would be swept away by the grandeur of having Adam Lambert next to me.

"Oh, I'm sure it is. Sounds about right, right?" I could not find words to express myself. I was back to nodding dumbly, about to drown in his eyes. He probably thought I was the biggest freak in the world, and not in a good way. Going from a stuttering mess to not shutting up to accusing him of being "impersonal" at ass o'clock in the morning and then not speaking at all and staring at him like he was a freaking alien and acting like a general dumbass… wow. This was going GREAT. On top of being completely rude and most likely annoying to this man, I was also dressed somewhat like him. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I lowered my gaze to wallow in my misery a little more. Why, oh why did I have to be stuck in an elevator with Adam Mitchel Lambert?…