Sorry…I kind of made it Adam's POV without thinking for the last few chapters…

Adam's POV

My eyelids felt heavy as I opened them and I blinked, staring at the ceiling, trying to recall last night's events. I groaned and got up, walking into the bathroom. When I faced the mirror, my breath stopped. "FUCK ME!" I screamed, tugging on my thick forest of hair. It was a fucking blue color! Blue as the freaking Statue of Liberty's ass! Did I do this? I looked down at the counter and the remnants of hair dying were clear. I must have. But why the hell don't I remember it? What could have possibly led me to paint my perfectly black hair? I had finally settled on my signature jet black color because it was a clear indication that I was trying to suppress my ginger roots. But blue? Fuck me, it's just…Well, it wasn't as bad as I was making it out to be. But how would you feel if you woke up and your hair was the color of artificial cotton candy? Wearily, I looked back at my reflection, and the rest of my face was practically foreign. Other than the fact that palpable bags hung from under my eyes, the white around my blue orbs were red; from crying? Was I crying last night? WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I REMEMBER? If I was crying was it because of something Tommy did, or what he had done? Shit…

"Adam! What's wrong?" Monte asked, barging into the bathroom and staring at my oddly colored hair in amazement. Then, with a quick change of heart he began laughing his sorry ass off. "Oh my god! Adam, why the hell did you do that? You look so funny!" he was in hysterics, holding his sides as he stumbled to the door. "Everyone! Come here and look at Adam!" Monte called, tears emerging from the corners of his eyes and falling from his sneering fit. He was always the taunting type, but if someone were to even judge him, he'd burst out all defensive. Such a hypocrite…

"N-No! Monte, don't-" I tried to stop my overacting guitarist, but everyone, including Tommy and Emily, crowded into my large bathroom and stared at me with amazement. I couldn't help but blush slightly at my choice of hair color. I just hoped to some God that they didn't laugh at me like Monte was. If I was insecure before, I can't imagine how my self-esteem will be now. But I have a pretty good feeling that my fans are going to support me in these desperate times.

Obviously, I had dyed it myself, but why can't I recall dying it? If fact, why can't I remember last night at all? It's all blurry until Tommy and I got into a fight and he called me a faggot whore. Did I bang my head or something?

Longineu joined Monte on his laughing fit and didn't even try to make this horrible dilemma any better! "Dude, I know you like being different, but blue is just so…Oh, man, I don't know!" he declared, slapping me on the back with a huge grin on his face. "Have you been smoking weed?" Longineu asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"What? NO! I don't even remember when I did this," I shouted, indicating my hair, "it's like…I don't know…All blurry?" I mumbled/questioned myself and everyone around me.

"Adam, sweetie…It's…different," Lisa said, smiling, at least trying to make me feel better about my chaotic hair situation. I frowned deeply and sighed, running my finger through my now blue mane. It felt the same: soft and smooth. But its appearance was far from 'Adam Lambert'.

I didn't even look at Tommy or his reaction to my new style. Frankly, I didn't give a damn about what he thought. "Really?" I asked, looking at the rest of the band, and they nodded their heads, trying to make it seem alright, but I knew I looked like crap. I'd rather have gone with purple or something! But thank GOD, I didn't put green in my hair! I'd look like a fucking leprechaun…

"Adam, if you want, we can go out shopping today and get you some black dye so you can turn it back? We don't have the concert until tomorrow, so we can get you back to normal if you want. Or you can try out your new look. I personally think you should take a chance…" Lisa suggested, winking at me with encouragement.

After she posted her idea, everyone parted, whispering nonsense about me. In about three seconds, they got bored and went down to breakfast without even consulting me, Emily, or Tommy about it (which I didn't like; ideally, I would rather be in a cage with a loin than stuck in an awkward situation with them). But (just my fucking luck) Tommy and Emily stayed in their places, which really pissed me off. I just wanted to be alone and try to figure out why I can't remember last night. And I won't be able to think with my stupid bassists' eyes boring into my back.

"Adam, I like it. I liked your hair black too, but blue it just as cool," Emily piped in and I didn't even acknowledge her comment. Hell, she had to come here and break things off with me and Tommy. Screw that bitch, I fucking hate her! Okay, I can't really hate anyone (except Tommy), I'm not that mean, but that doesn't mean I have to like her. Sure, it wasn't entirely her fault that we broke-up (and I even began questioning if it was a break-up; maybe we weren't in a relationship to begin with…). It was both mine and Tommy's fault for not taking ourselves as a couple seriously. But still, Emily just HAD to show up and make this big controversy between us. "Adam?" she asked again, and I glared at her, pushing her slightly to get out of the bathroom.

"Move," I sneered, grazing against her shoulder and walking into my room, just about to leave and go to breakfast with the rest of my ditching band.

"Hey, man. Don't be such a bitch to her. She just asked you a question!" Tommy defended; grabbing my shoulder and jerking me back to face him and his whore. "Apologize!" he yelled. His shrill voice pierced my head, and it throbbed.

'Fuck…Why the hell does my head hurt?' my brain pulsed and I grasped my temple area, trying to stand up straight. The world seemed to be spinning at an alarming rate, and I was standing still, watching the abstract blur pass me. It made me dizzy, and my vision was becoming more and more incoherent. "Fuck you…Tommy…" I mumbled, stumbling a bit. I could see his eyes widen at my drunken posture. "I'm sorry…" I mumbled before my eyes rolled back into my head and I fell forward to the ground.

Only darkness surrounded me, and it was complete silence. My head felt better in this watery bliss, and no noise could penetrate through the immense blackness that filled my surroundings (or so it seemed).

"Go away…"

Tommy? That was his voice, but who was he telling to go away? Me. That's who he was telling to go away. And you know what? I'll gladly leave his sorry ass behind…

"I didn't mean any of those things I said; I promise…I'm just a bitch. A very, very bitchy bitch. I love you, and nobody else. The things I said were meant out of rage from my own impulsion. None of it was true. I guess I wasn't ready to embrace my sexuality, and I pinned it on you. But that's still no reason for the way I acted. So please wake up baby, so I can tell you how sorry I am…"

No, he wasn't telling me to go away. Then, who disappeared? I'm his Babyboy…I'm his…

Tommy's POV

Adam had just been a bitch and pushed Emily. Fuck him. Why was he being such a douche about this? Man, I knew that even though I called him all these awful names, I didn't mean any of it. He would always have a special place in my heart. "Hey, man. Don't be such a bitch to her. She just asked you a question!" I defended, grabbing his shoulder and jerking him in my direction. "Apologize!" I yelled, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. My pissed off expression turned to one of concern quickly when he grasped his head and began to wobble a bit. What was wrong with him? He kind of looked like he had had a few too many shots, but the pained look twisted in his face stated otherwise.

"Fuck you…Tommy…" he mumbled, stumbling forward and placing his hand on the wall for support, but it didn't work. "I'm sorry…" he mumbled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell forward. Swiftly, not only out of instinct, but also out of apprehension, I grabbed him before he fell to the floor.

"Adam? Adam?" I yelled, shaking him a bit, but he didn't respond. Oh, no. What had happened to him? Was he sick? No. Then it hit me. I knew exactly what was wrong with him. It was stress. My mother had always told me that stress can cause your body to react differently in anyway that may be. Adam has been so fucking stressed and strained over our break-up, and he couldn't let any of it go. So instead of crying and being a baby about it all, he dyed his hair. And it finally took a toll on his body and he collapsed under the immense pressure. It was my fault he was hurt, and I had sworn to myself I would never put him in harm's way again when he got mugged after I abandoned him in the store. He got the crap beaten out of him because I was a coward to my feelings. Now look at him. Passed out in my arms, and his hatred burning through it heart.

"T-Tommy, what's going on?" Emily asked behind me and I tensed, tears rising to my eyes. Fuck me. What had I done? I was such a fucking bitch! I called the love of my life a faggot whore, I banged a chick in his ear shot, and I've just been a terrible, terrible person to him! And he's been nothing but kind to me since he's known my sorry ass. I didn't deserve him. I had to make things right, but my gut told me I was too late for that. Was I too late? Oh, god I hope not…

"Go away," I sneered, gently placing Adam's head on the ground, standing up and looking at Emily; tears were streaming down my face. "I'm sorry, we can't be together. I didn't even enjoy the sex! I was faking it all! I did love you; I really did, but not anymore. I love Adam, and he's the only person I'll ever love. I'm not saying it's your fault that we broke up, but you caused this entire controversy between us. So please, just leave and never come back…" I chocked, trying to wipe my eyes free of the drops of regret pouring out of them.

Emily seemed to grasp that fact that I didn't want her anymore real well. She sighed and looked straight at me. "Whore." That was all she said before slapping me hard across the face, causing to a stinging bruise. The small female grabbed her coat and slammed the door behind her. I didn't care. At this point nothing mattered except Adam and his health. And I really hoped that he would be okay.

I bent down next to him and cradled his head in my arms. "Adam, Babyboy, wake up…" I pleaded, burying my face into his now blue hair. "I didn't mean any of those things I said; I promise…I'm just a bitch. A very, very bitchy bitch. I love you, and nobody else. The things I said were meant out of rage from my own impulsion. None of it was true. I guess I wasn't ready to embrace my sexuality, and I pinned it on you. But that's still no reason for the way I acted. So please wake up baby, so I can tell you how sorry I am…" My mouth quivered and I could feel his neck move from under my cradling position and a smile appeared on my face. He wasn't dead (it's not my fault that my mind always leads to the worst possible theory…).

He groaned and grabbed his head, opening his eyes and looking up at me. Immediately he scowled and rose up, grunting and rubbing his forehead. "Fuck, what do you want?" he snapped, clenching his left eye shut.

"A-Adam…I'm sorry-" I tried to apologize, but he interrupted me and erupted into blistering fury.

"Sorry? Sorry for what exactly? Breaking my heart? Hm, as I remember you said you didn't want my tiny dick in your fucking ass because that's what a faggot whore would do! That's all I am to you Tommy, some singer who likes being butt-fucked! And you know what, that's fine, because I'm not going to see you as anything other than the one guy I loved truly, and who tore my heart like it was newspaper you were trying to tear into confetti!" he yelled, wincing from his sudden outburst.

"No, baby-" I tried reasoning with him, but I could tell it wasn't going to work, he was too hurt…

"Don't. Just please. Leave me alone. I'll work with you because I have to. I won't fire you or anything, but just leave me alone. I can't handle this anymore," he pleaded, gripping his head again and gesturing me out of his room. "Leave."

I obeyed, tears bridging over my eyes again, and I quickly left his room. No, I wouldn't cry. I was going to win Adam's heart back. Even if it fucking killed me.