Tommy left Adam behind because he couldn't stand to look at him anymore. It's not that he's mad at him or anything, it's just that he felt weird around him; though he never had before. It's like something clicked in his brain, making him lust for Adam.

Tommy walked back to the tour bus, kicking up rocks as he walked. When he eventually got there is was about 7:15PM. He opened the door and saw Lisa looking over a note.

"Our manager says that we're just going to stay in the tour bus for this concert. We're going to get a hotel when we go to Costa Mesca."

"Great," sighed Tommy, lying back on the couch; he would be stuck to share a bunk bed with Adam.

"Hey, where's your Babyboy?" she suddenly asked, realizing that he's not with Tommy.

"I don't know. I got bored of shopping, but Adam stayed," he shrugged.

Longineu and Monte strolled into the bus together twenty minutes later, laughing and having their arms slung around each other.

Another half an hour went by, and still no Adam.

"You guys, I'm getting worried. What if something happened to him?" Lisa asked the band.

They all had a look of concern on their face, including Tommy whose legs were shaking. Had he left him and Adam got in trouble? Oh GOD, why did he leave him alone? He was selfish! That's all he is selfish, and Adam was the most selfless guy in the world.

"I'm gonna go look for him," Tommy suddenly stated, getting up.

"There's no need- He's probably at a gay club or something," Monte answered.

Tommy's heart ached. He hoped Adam wasn't rubbing up against strangers.

The door suddenly opened and an exhausted looking Adam stumbled in. He was gripping his left arm and a pained look was on his face. He grunted and tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, blood trickling from his mouth.

"Oh, god, Adam, what happened?" Lisa shouted, running up to him and putting his head on her lap.

He groggily opened his eyes and shivered a little. He was drenched from head to toe from the pouring rain. His hand still gripped his arm, and there was a purple bruise on his jaw.

Tommy didn't move at all. The rest of the band rushed over to Adam, asking him what was wrong, what happened, where does it hurt? But Tommy; he stood shocked. This was his fault.

Adam groaned again, but sat up, "Some bastards mugged me," he snarled, wiping the dried blood from his mouth. "Then they beat the shit out of me when I fought back."

"Oh, Adam, baby," Lisa cooed, hugging his head and cradling him. "We're taking you to the hospital."

"No, I hate the hospital," he snapped, carefully taking off his shirt and cringing. He tied the shirt into a makeshift sling to support his arm.

Tommy flinched, looking at Adam's stomach. It was practically green with bruises. He stood up and walked past him, and to his surprise shot him a small smile. "I'm going to sleep," Adam declared jumping into his top bunk.

Lisa sighed and said good night to everyone, going into her room. Monte and Longineu followed in suit.

Tommy couldn't move. Slowly, his heavy legs walked over to the bunk and looked up at Adam's sleeping form. His mouth was open with puddles of drool and blood dripping out. His tired eyes were closed and looked like they would never open. The messy black hair that he had dyed so many times was dirty, matted, and coarse-looking, covering his forehead in a forest of hair. His wounded arm lay over his impeachable chest, and his bruised stomach was exposed.

Tears welled up in the corners of Tommy's' eyes. If he had stayed with Adam, more than likely, this never would have happened. People are less likely to strike if it's more than one person. He was selfish. Selfish Tommy.

The next day, the singer woke up sore and foggy. What had happened? His arm suddenly throbbed and he moaned, remembering the night before. He sat up and jumped from the top bunk, walking into the cramped kitchen, looking for something to eat; he hadn't realized it before, but he was starving. He poured himself a bowl of cereal as best he could with one hand.

"Hey, Babyboy…" a soft, shy voice greeted.

Adam turned around with his bowl and smiled at Tommy. "Hey, Glitterbaby," he replied, trying his best to eat and hold his bowl at the same time.

Without thinking, Tommy grabbed the bowl and the spoon with a weak smile and said, "Open your mouth."

Adam smirked a little, but opened his mouth. Tommy put some of the cereal in the spoon and put it in his mouth. The singer licked his lips slowly and looked at the bassist who blushed a little as he watched Adam's tongue graze his freckled lips.

Tommy fed him in silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence. It was a nice, peaceful silence. When the bowl was empty the blond put it in the sink and sat next to Adam when he went to the couch.

"I'm sorry," Tommy finally choked.

Adam blinked and looked at the smaller male besides him. "What? Why are you sorry?"

"I-I left you. If I didn't leave you, none of this would have happened…" he said, looking down, ashamed of himself.

"It's not your fault. I'm glad you weren't there. You would have gotten hurt too."

"STOP BEING SO MODEST! Adam, I feel like crap!"

His sky eyes suddenly became soft and gentle. "Glitterbaby, I'll always be modest with you," he stated, brushing his blond and black hair behind his ear.

Tommy tensed up, but really like the feel of his skin against him.

Adam felt Tommy tense up and he sighed, letting his arm fall. "Sorry." He stood up. "I'm going out."

"Going out? You need to stay and rest, Adam!"

"I'm not staying cooped up in this bus, I'm going out! If you would like to escort me around town you may do so," he said, grinning like a fool. "But first, I desperately need to take a shower."

Adam walked out of the tour bus and went into another bus, where the showers are pretty average size. He carefully stripped down, making sure not to hurt his stomach or arm; he then took the sling off and slipped in to the shower.

The water was warm, hitting his sore muscles. Dirt and blood swirled at the floor of the shower as he shampooed and conditioned his black hair. He soaped up his body and just stood there, not moving, enjoying the peace. There was a knock at the door, and his peace was interrupted.

"Babyboy, are you okay?" Tommy's soft voice asked from the other side of the door.

"Yea, I'm getting out," he answered stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel, drying his hair and putting it around his waist. He walked out and looked at Tommy with a smile.

The biggest blush Tommy ever gave to Adam appeared on his face. Seeing Adam dripping from head to toe in glistening water made something in his pants tighten.

Adam patted Tommy's head and kissed his forehead. "I'm gonna for get dressed. Meet me outside, okay, Glitterbaby?" he walked away with a smile, leaving Tommy to wallow in unknown feelings.