"I did not wet the bed, Lisa! You're totally over reacting and going crazy! I mean…" a voice yelled, trailing off and trying to defend itself of a false accusation.

"If you didn't wet the bed, then you must have walked over to the sink, poured water on your underwear, and then got a bucket of water that smells like piss and drenched your mattress. Huh, did you do THAT, Monte?" another voice intervened, trying to prove the deeper voice wrong.

"I…"

A melodic laugh filled the air and Adam opened his heavy eyes, adjusting them to the sun that leaked through the cracks in the curtains. He yawned lightly, but stayed in his spot, listening to his dysfunctional band try to solve an unknown mystery.

"Oh, damn. This is working out better than I thought!" This voice made the singer smile a bit. Oh, how he loved that small, bad ass tone.

"What…What do you mean?" Monte hissed and even the brunette could feel his cold glare at Tommy. He would have liked to have slept in more, but when you're living on a bus with four rowdy people, sleeping in isn't an option.

Adam sat up and rubbed his bed head, looking to the side and seeing Monte in wet underwear, Lisa debating what happened last night, and Tommy practically peeing his own pants from laughing so much. He blinked a couple times, adjusting his blue orbs to the scene. "What's going on?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and jumping out of his bunk, wobbling to the fridge.

"Sorry, baby…Did I wake you with my laughter?" Tommy asked, looking at the tired brunette and walking up to him, wrapping his small arms around his lover's waist with a smile. "Sorry, I just couldn't help it. You see…" His glossy lips formed a sly and evil smile. "I put Monte's hand in warm water last night, and he pissed himself," he chuckled, kissing Adam's cheek. It seemed that neither Lisa nor Monte found their sudden affection towards each other to be out of the ordinary, so they didn't comment on it. Only the guitarist's rage radiated off him. Adam merely poured himself a cup of coffee and smiled a bit. He was glad no one was making a big deal about them being a couple. He liked keeping things low key (hardly…)

"YOU DID MAKE ME PISS MY PANTS YOU DWARF!" Monte yelled, running up to Tommy and tackling him to the ground, pinning his arms above his head. The weight lifting off of Adam's waist made him frown a bit, but he guessed Tommy deserved what he got for pulling a prank like that on the guitarist.

"EW! Get your piss panties off of me! They're seeping through my pants!" the bassist whined, squirming from Monte's grip.

"Good, this is what you get for being such a bastard…" he snarled, and Tommy's eyes traveled to the still tired Adam and he gave him puppy dog eyes, begging for his support to back him up on the out of control prank.

"Please…Help…" he whispered before spitting in the guitarist's face. Once he released his grip from the blonds' small wrists, he jumped up, running behind his much bigger lover. "Ah! Save me!"

"You spit in my eye! Fuck, you're so dead little man!"

"God, you guys are so gross…I'm taking a shower," the brunette announced, giving Tommy a sweet kiss and walking into the small bathroom. They were on the road again and wouldn't be in Vegas for about half an hour more. Luckily for Adam, he had slept through most of the trip. Even though he did feel bad for the poor driver who stayed up all night; but that's what he's paid for.

He looked at himself in the mirror, just observing his features and he was okay with what he saw. For God's sakes! He was Adam Mitchell Lambert; how could he NOT like what he saw?

He brushed through his hair quickly, stripped and jumped into the extremely cramped shower, letting the hot water relax his sore muscles. He groaned a bit and began to clean the sweat and Monte's pee off himself (when Tommy hugged him, some of the pee rubbed off on him-and he was not happy about it-). Once he was sure all of the pee and other fluids were off of him, he walked out and dried himself off. He was fairly sure that when they ended up in Vegas, everyone if going to want to go hit the craps (especially Tommy). So, he decided to dress casual. He put a large amount of gel in his hair, slicking it back, and put on some ripped Devi jeans, a tight black shirt that held onto his structure, and he also applied his eyeliner, as well as eye shadow. And how could he forget his top hat? Yep…He was in a top hat type of mood.

He left the bathroom and everyone was already dressed and ready to go. Monte and Tommy had already taken their showers in the second bathroom and were clearly mad at each other. Lisa was jamming to her ipod and pretending to play her imaginary guitar, and humble Longineu was eating his muffin. The bus had already stopped to the requested casino that probably Tommy had asked to stop at.

"Let's go," Adam said, snapping everyone out of their little worlds and back into reality. They all nodded and the blond grabbed his lover's hand before walking off the bus.

Lisa and Monte chatted on the way into the casino while the gay couple made goo-goo faces at each other, clearly enjoying one another's company.

They made their way into the gambling palace. Slot machines, bar counters, and dirty people filled every inch of the building. Tommy grinned and practically jumped to the nearest bar. He ordered scotch, straight up. The bar tender gave him a crystal glass with a minimal amount of alcohol in it.

"Why are you getting wasted before you gamble? Don't you want a clear mind so you can concentrate?" Adam asked, sitting down next to his tipsy boyfriend.

"Nah. I'm better at everything when I'm drunk, including sex," he stated, winking, and causing the singer to blush.

Periodically fans would stray up to them, asking for autographs and pictures and they obliged. Tommy had five drinks and was clearly going to the drunken side.

"Come on, baby. You've spent half an hour here. Let's go all out and at least try to win some money," Adam suggested, picking up Tommy and slinging him over his broad shoulder. The smaller male whined and pounded playfully on his back.

"Mommy! I want more drinks!" he moaned, going limp and allowing his partner to take him to a craps table before setting him down.

"Now do what you do best, Glitterbaby," he said, patting him on the back.

Tommy and Adam played for about two hours. They didn't win a whole lot of money, but they spent time together and their very new relationship blossomed. Even if they both were a little drunk. And it even seemed that the alcohol they consumed made things run along smoothly.

"Oh, baby, I love you…" Adam whispered, Eskimo kissing his lover who pecked him on the lips.

"Yea…I…" he didn't finish his sentence. Instead, his eyes locked on a petite female with golden locks.

"Tommy?" her melodic voice questioned, walking up to him.

"Oh…Oh, my god! Emily? I haven't seen you in years! My god, you look beautiful!" Tommy screamed, practically hopping up and down in joy and tackling the small female to the ground, smothering her in kisses. He seemed to go from drunk to completely sober for the girl. Adam just stood there in a state of confusion. Who was Emily? And why was his boyfriend freaking out over her? Watching him cover her with glossy kisses made his heart ache. He thought that Tommy only kissed him…That his lips were only meant to touch his skin.

She laughed a laugh that could melt any male's heart. "Oh, baby. I missed you too. I can't believe I get to see you again!" she giggled, standing up and holding his hand, brushing some of his hair from his shocked face and pecking Tommy on the lips, which only made Adam a bit more queasy. Her gorgeous blue eyes spotted the jealous singer and she smiled at him, her perfect teeth glistening in the flashing lights that surrounded them. "And who you might be?" she asked.

He was about to responded, introducing himself in a glamorous way, when Tommy cut him off, a smirk on his face. "That's Adam Lambert. I'm his bassist!" he stated proudly. But his triumph soon faded, and he grabbed her petite hand within his and whispered, "God, you were my best girlfriend. I wish we had never broken up. It's too bad you had to move…" he breathed. "I loved you so much!"

Adams' hurt eyes widened and he stared at his lover. He just said that he wished they had never broken up. And when he introduced the singer, he didn't say anything about them being in a relationship, so he obviously wasn't proud to be his boyfriend. God he was made a terrible mistake, assuming that Tommy wanted to be his. But he said he loved her so much, that's pass tense, right? So maybe…

"Actually…I heard you were with a band, so I tracked you down and I wanted to ask you…" she gulped and little and her face went bright red. "If you wanted to start dating again. I mean, I really do like you Tommy…" Emily gushed, laughing a little.

"Oh…" the bassist said, smiling still, but hesitating on what to say. That was it. That's what cracked Adam. He knew for a fact that if Drake came up to him and asked him if he wanted to start dating, within a millisecond, he would have said, 'Sorry, but I'm in love with Tommy' and he would have meant it too. But the blond hesitated, and he didn't seem to care at all that his boyfriend was right here, enduring it all. So, Adam did the hardest thing of all. It wasn't meant to be. He wasn't trying to feel sorry for himself; he just wanted this bastard that he use to call a boyfriend to be happy.

"Of course he would love to start dating you again!" the singer purred, slinging his arm over Tommy and grinning. "When you left he wouldn't stop crying and he kept saying over and over again that he just wanted you back and that you were his soul mate. You know the usual!" Adam exclaimed, smiling at Emily who was beaming back. It was true. Emily left about ten months ago and he could still remember the blond going to his house and just bawling day in and day out about how much he loved her. Adam was his shoulder to cry on.

"Really?" she yelled, hugging both Tommy and Adam together. "Oh, you both are so sweet!" She then pulled away and took the bassist's face into her hands and kissed him on the lips. Adam felt like he was going to throw up. Sure, he had watched many people kiss, and sure he may have kissed a lot of guys in his life time; but watching Tommy kiss a girl that he loved made the singer want to crawl into a hole and die. And what made it even worse was the fact that he didn't pull away. He seemed to enjoy it...

"Well I'm going to leave you two love birds alone," the brunette said. And before he ran off, he took the most prized possession off his head and placed it on Tommy's. "Thanks for loving me, 'cause you were doing it perfectly," Adam sang, grinning. It was a false grin though. He'd much rather be crying.

Emily squealed, "Oh, I love that song! But I thought it was 'Thanks for loving me, 'cause you're doing it perfectly'. Isn't present tense?" she asked.

"Not anymore…" was all Adam said before walking off. When he was far enough away, tears began pouring down his face. Why was he like this? Did he just ruin his relationship? Or was it Tommy and his lack of effort to stop the love radiating off of his ex?

He didn't even know why he was crying. They had just started dating, but Adam felt like they could've spent the rest of their lives together, and he hoped that that would have happened. But that didn't seem to be the case. Ugh, he felt like such a drama-queen. Why did Tommy have to go and make him cry like this? He already cried enough yesterday with Brad, and he didn't need a new reason to shed tears. God, it was all happening so fast. First the mugging, then Brad, and now Tommy. But what makes it even worse is the fact that he fell for it. He fell for the sweet kisses and comforting hugs. He's so gullible! Plus, he has to work with the bassist. He could fire him if he wanted too, but he's not that cold-hearted, even if Tommy is…

God, maybe he should have taken Brad on his offer. But he actually thought Tommy was caring and lovable. But obviously not. He just cared about kisses and fame apparently.

Adam walked out of the casino, and let the hot rays of the sun beat down on his teary face. He sneezed and sniffled, holding himself as he walked away from the building, not really caring where he was going as long as it was away from his former lover. But you know what? They weren't even lovers in the first place. The only reason the bassist liked him was because he was horny after a sexual song. He was probably just hard too. Had he even said that he loved Adam? No, he doesn't think so. And even if he did (which the singer knew he did not) he probably didn't mean it because he's a back-stabbing bitch. Screw Tommy.

Screw the world.