This is the end. Don't kill me.
NO ONE'S POV
"You guys, Jesus! I'm happy you two aren't killing each other anymore, and I'm also happy that Adam's not cutting himself, but seriously, don't swap spit in front of me! It's just not right!" Monte whined, pushing Adam and Tommy away from him. The blond just rolled his eyes and shoved his tongue into Adam's mouth, pressing it against his cheek so it was clearly noticeable to Monte that they were indeed, wrestling tongues. "You guys are so gay," he mumbled, packing up the rest of his clothes into his bag. Well, yes. They were gay. Homoesexual is a better term Monte. It's not much of an insult because they were happy to be together and "gay".
It was the morning after Tommy and Adam had made love, and luckily for them, their entire band was down at the bar at the exact time they were moaning and groaning, so they didn't realize until today that they were back together. The band couldn't be happier, but their mood soon turned into one of concern when Tommy had forced Adam to show them his wrists and how he had mutilated them from the stress. The only reason the blond did this to the singer was because he wanted everyone to be on the alert. Not that he was trying to embarrass Adam, or anything. He just didn't want anything ever bad to happen to his baby. It was a sign of protection. And he most defiantly didn't want anything bad to happen to Adam because of him, or on his account.
Once he had sworn never again to cut himself, he and Tommy had another make-up kiss and everything seemed to be running smoothly. It was as if their problems could vanish with a single kiss. Everyone was packing up to get back on the tour bus and drive all the way to San Diego. It was still in California, so they shouldn't spend too much time on the bus, but still. It gets irritating after awhile, and rather claustrophobic to be on the same kind of transportation for so long.
Tommy and Adam had already packed up all their stuff and were just spending their free time being in each others' arms and enjoying one another's scent. There was no way they would be separated. They were going to be with each other until the end of time. Adam was honestly already thinking about Prop 8 being legalized so he could marry this son of a bitch. Yes, he knew he was getting far ahead of himself, but honestly, he had never loved anyone more than Tommy ever in his entire life. In fact, to him, his bassist was his life. And with his life came his heart. So in a way, Tommy was his heart and soul. And no one ever wanted to be separated from their heart and soul.
And of course, the blond didn't think too differently of Adam. Sure, he had had many girlfriends and he even proposed to one, but he knew that if he had married said girlfriend and he met Adam, revealing his true sexuality, he would have divorced her sorry ass and ended up with the singer. Oh, how he loved him. This man he was holding in his arms and inhaling his coffee flavored scent was everything to him and nothing could change that. He would happily spend the rest of his life with this human being. For Adam was talented, good looking, had a killer personality, and was just plain the love of Tommy's life. Simple and straight forward like that. There's nothing he would trade in the world for Adam's love. It was invaluable. Priceless. Incalculable. He could go on for hours if you let him.
"Okay, guys. Let's head out!" Lisa called, walking out the door and holding it open so everyone could jerk their bags out. Everyone had packed light, including the couple. They held hands and walked of the suite, holding a duffle bag in their free hands, standing as close to each other as physically possible. The entire band knew that they were inseparable and might as well be attached by the hips. Sure, Lisa thought it was the cutest thing since kittens, and Monte found it funny, but he would rather not see their entire swapping spit ordeal. It just wasn't his thing. But of course, they could care less about Montes' wishes, and would make-out where they pleased.
Once they had checked out and were all piled on the bus, they headed off without eating breakfast, so clearly, they were hungry. But they all decided that it would be best if they stopped halfway at a diner or something then eating the rotting food from the fridge. God only knows how long it's been in there. No one cleaned the bus, so it pretty much was just a rotting mess that they were forced to live in most of the time.
Tommy and Adam were on the couch, snuggling into each other, Longineu was playing a game of Spades with Monte who was currently in the bathroom, and Lisa was in her own little world, listening to some hardcore Madonna.
Everyone heard Monte's voice yell from the bathroom. It sounded slightly disgusted, but was tinted with surprise. "Um, guys. Why are Tommy's black creepers in the toilet? With what looks and smells like bleach? And, oh god. Is that milk? Yep, that's defiantly milk!"
Adam froze in pure fear and looked at Tommy who appeared as if he was about to cry. Oh, shit. "W-What?" he stuttered, running up to the bathroom and screaming when he saw his shoes completely mutilated. "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" he yelled, tugging on his hair. "My shoes! My best shoes! NO!" Tears didn't pour down his face, but the blond wanted to break down crying right there. Those shoes made him taller. And now that he was dating a six foot one inch man, he needed those shoes to survive! They made him only a couple inches shorter than Adam. And without them, he was a freaking elf!
"Oh, god, Baby! I'm so sorry! I did that when I was angry at you…" Adam mumbled, coming up from behind his broken down partner and wrapping his arms around his small waist. "I was mad and just went insane, I guess. Please don't be mad…" he whispered against his neck. He really hoped that this wouldn't ruin their just blossoming coupleness (Adam made up that word). It would make everything fall apart.
"Okay, now we're REALLY even!" Tommy shouted, pushing the singer back on the couch. "But I expect you to buy me a new pair, Mr. Lambert…" he cooed, kissing the taller man's nose who chuckled lightly. This was good. Tommy didn't want to get into another pathetic fight, so he's giving up his shoes to be with the singer. That's good. Knowing that he's worth more to the blond than a pair of three inch high shoes.
"Of course, Mrs. Ratliff…"
"I love you so much, please be in my life forever…" Tommy whispered into Adam's neck, kissing it lightly and lacing his hand with the brunette's. He couldn't help but smile. Tommy couldn't think back to a time that he's been happier. This was his life, and this is how he wanted it to remain until the end of time. He wanted it to be this way, just with him and Adam until physically possible. And to think of all the shit he put his one and only love through, made tears come to his eyes. But he knows that he'll never put Adam through that again. He realized that he just loves him too much to put him through any kind of pain.
"God, Tommy…I feel so compelled to just…I don't know. Marry you. I want you so bad. I know we don't need papers, or rings to commit us, but just knowing that you're my husband would be amazing. And I love you so much too…" Adam murmured, kissing Tommy's cheek and looking into his eyes intently and lovingly. But he was surprised to see them widened and his mouth open wide. "What? Glitterbaby, what's wrong?" the singer asked, suddenly worried. He didn't want anything to be wrong with his partner. That would tear him up inside.
"D-Did…You just propose to me?" he whispered in complete and utter shock. No, he couldn't have taken it the wrong way. Adam just proposed to him right? Sure, they had only been a couple for like…One in half days, but if you count the all the years they've known each other before, they were closer than peanut butter and jelly. So it's not like it was the first time they had seen one another. It's just that Tommy didn't realize his feelings until later on in the relationship. Adam on the other hand knew he loved the blond more than any other male in the planet.
Adams' eyes widened and he took in a breath. Oh, no. Did he just propose to Tommy? Of course he would love to marry this small man, but he didn't think he actually gave off that vibe. What if he did? Is that a bad thing? No, because he was sure Tommy wanted to spend the rest of his life with him just as much as Adam did. So it certainly wasn't a bad thing. Unless you count moving too fast to be damaging. "I-I don't know. I mean, if you want to and all. We don't have to plan anything or even think about it. I was just saying that maybe in the future-"
Tommy's soft lips interrupted Adam's apologetic rant and his tongue licked his bottom lip that he happily opened too. They wrestled for awhile and once they had parted, a bridge of saliva draped out of their mouths, creating a physical bond, even though they didn't need it because they already had a metaphoric bond that bound them together until the end of time.
"Adam, I would like nothing more than to marry you. So of course it was a proposal, I'll happily say yes. And we don't even need rings…" Tommy murmured, releasing his grip on the brunette and took out one of his earrings. It was the silver skull earring that Adam had gone through so much trouble to get Tommy. If they think back to it, it's like the beginning of their relationship. "Because I'll give you this. And it's not some piece of jewelry because you went through so much to get it for me, and I couldn't be happier. So if you have this earring, and I have mine, then we're engaged…" the bassist murmured, taking out Adam's black earring and replacing it with the special engagement momentum.
The singers' eyes went wide. WERE. THEY. ENGAGED? Oh, god. He couldn't be happier! And with a sudden rush of affection, he tackled Tommy on the couch, kissing him passionately in front of everyone. He couldn't keep in his excitement and looked up at the band. Their expressions were quizzical, but he didn't give a damn. HE WAS FUCKING ENGAGED TO TOMMY JOE RATLIFF. "We're engaged!" he squealed, looking down at his fiancée who had a noticeable blush gracing his cheeks. "Baby, don't be embarrassed! This is great!" Adam yelled, lifting up the smaller male and hugging him. "I love you so much…" he whispered into Tommy's ear and that made him melt completely.
"OH MY GOD!" Lisa yelled, suddenly texting on her cell phone to someone. "This is great. The fans are going to go completely and utterly berserk when they find out! Oh, god, I have to tell everyone!" she squealed, suddenly running into her room to do god knows what. Probably planning the wedding or something.
Monte laughed and gave them thumbs up. Longineu nodded in approval and went back his card game. He's so mellow. "I'm glad they're finally together. The constant sexual tension between the two was starting to get on nerves…" A person who sounded like Monte, mumbled, looking at his card in deep concentration. "I better be the best man…"
The blond could feel his legs give in (he was just too overwhelmed with what just happened. Happy, but overwhelmed) and Adam carried him to their room where he fell back on the bed, having Tommy lying on top of him where they fell asleep in each others' arms, and couldn't be happier.
Neither of them noticed, but the clouds gathered, and a single drop of rain splattered on the window, giving them a warning, but they didn't receive it, for they were in a deep slumber. But that single raindrop could have saved a life.
There was a knock at the door, causing Tommy and Adam to both groan from their relaxing sleep. "Yo, we're halfway there. We stopped at a diner. If you don't want to eat then keep banging each other. But I suggest you do if you want to keep up your horny energy." That was defiantly Monte speaking, even though neither of them were completely functional from just waking up. Adam just shrugged, grabbed Tommy's hand and walked out of the door. Everyone, including Monte, had already left the bus and had resided at a small booth in the back of the restaurant. The sound of chatter and smell of coffee broke both males from their sleepy expression and they smiled lightly at one another.
The taller man beamed at his smaller partner who rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Baby, I like your earring," Adam chimed, hitting it with his index finger, causing the blond to giggle a little and get on his tip of his toes to kiss the singer's neck. He shivered lightly. The feel of Tommy's lips against his skin was still enough to make him go crazy.
"You're such a fucking tease." They were in a pretty busy city. Cars zoomed by and the diner seemed to be a hit spot because it was fairly packed. Gray clouds were gathering and ready to release their sorrows to the world, disguised as rain. Adam took in the fresh air before entering the diner completely, sitting on the bench with Tommy.
"I'll have the buffet," Monte said to the waitress who look bored out of her mind. Adam was kind of glad she didn't know who they were, because he just wanted to cuddle close to his Glitterbaby and eat a nice white egg omelet. Taking pictures and talking to fans didn't appeal to him right now.
She looked at the couple and Tommy said he'll have the breakfast taco, and for the singer, he ordered the omelet. Shirley (it said that on her nametag at least) sighed and shuffled to place the order. The blond smiled and leaned his head against the brunette who grinned back and took his hand under the table. Monte eyed them, but then grinned. "I'm glad you two are getting married. It's about time. So who's wearing the dress?" he asked, raising a thick eyebrow. Adam rolled his eyes, but above Tommy's head and out of eyesight, he pointed to him, indicated that the blond would indeed be the bride at the wedding. Monte let out a hearty laugh and nodded his head. "I thought so!"
"Thought so?" Tommy asked, suddenly glaring at Adam. He just smiled and looked out the window, rain now pouring down. It was coming down hard and each drop seemed to be crying. Some kind of warning? It was weird because Adam felt compelled to comfort the clouds and say stop crying. But they weren't real and had no soul, so why should he comfort them, right? Whatever. But this fresh amount of rain seemed to connect with the singer in some odd way. But why?
"Hey, guys. I forgot my phone, I'll be right back!" Adam announced, kissing Tommy on the cheek one last time and winking at him before sprinting off. He opened the glass doors and rain seeped in through the opening before he shut them. The bassist just sighed dreamily as if he was a school girl in love. And of course, he was.
He was going to marry Adam Lambert. When he was about eighteen, he never thought that this would be his fate, but you can't really predict your future until you're actually at that point. So here he was. Some sucker in love with the greatest person in the entire world. Who could be better than the sweetest man on the face of the earth? There's no one in compassion-
A loud shriek interrupted Tommy from his dreamy thoughts, and his head shot to the windows of the diner. The restaurant went completely quiet, tension and worry suffocating the air.
"OH MY GOD! HE GOT HIT BY A CAR! SOMEONE CALL 911!" Tommy's heart stopped as he heard a woman scream that. He quickly got up from the booth and ran outside, looking frantically around, trying to see through the curtains of rain that pounded around him.
No, it couldn't be Adam that got hit. They had their whole lives ahead of them, so it's virtually impossible. They were supposed to live in a fairytale, not some tragic love story. No, this isn't how it's supposed to end. What are the chances that ADAM got hit, and not some other pedestrian? While Tommy was thinking this, he ran to the woman who screamed. Her eyes were tearing up and she was looking at the ground. And when the blond looked where she was, he wished he hadn't. There was his Babyboy. Lying helplessly on the ground, his eyes half closed with blood trickling out of his mouth. His blue hair was coated in blood and a pool of the crimson liquid was surrounding his head. His expression didn't show pain. It was just a blanket of confusion and fright.
"Oh, god…" Was all Tommy could muster up to say before leaning down, tears pouring out of his eyes and mixing into the rain that fell on the face of his soon to be husband. "B-Babyboy?" he quivered, gently and slowly lifting the head of his true love and resting it on his lap. Adam cough a little and opened his eyes. They glanced at Tommy and his sore lips formed a smile. His weak hand made its way up to his Glitterbaby's cheek where he caressed it lightly.
"T-Tommy. Hi. What's happening?" he asked, his heavy eyelids giving in and he shut them, but his hand didn't leave its contact with Tommy. Oh, god, this can't be happening. People surrounded them, including their band, but all the bassist could see was his lover, the fatal position he was in, and the blood that was around them. "Glitterbaby?" Adam asked again, coughing a little. He needed to know the truth, and Tommy was going to give it to him. But even the bassist didn't want to believe the truth. It just couldn't happen. It's not possible.
"Jesus. Adam, you got hit b-by a car, Baby…" Tommy murmured, kissing the brunette's forehead in a futile attempt to heal him.
This can't be happening. They were happy. They were engaged for CHRIST FUCKING SAKE. Adam Lambert was the renowned singer that was invincible against homophobic and judgmental bastards. Why was he hit? He was perfect! Why did it have to rain? It rarely ever rained, but today, it decided to grace them with its fucking presence. All Tommy wanted to do was look at Adam's clear and beautiful face. But this fucking water was splattering him. And that fucking blood was distracting. And this fucking situation shouldn't be happening because they were finally happy! Happy.
"O-Oh…" he began to breath heavily, and Tommy could feel his weak heartbeat beneath his hand. Oh, fucking god, no. "T-Tommy…" Adam stuttered, opening his eyes again and looking at his true love. "I…I don't feel well…" he claimed, lowering his hand from the blond's cheek, too weak to keep it up. "C-Can you t-take my hand, p-please?" he asked, coughing a lot, blood pouring out of his mouth. Nothing around them seemed to be there. It was just them and this awful event.
"Of course…" Tommy murmured, wiping the blood from the singer's mouth and grasping his hand tightly. "Adam. I love you more than anything. Don't worry. We'll get married. Remember? We're engaged. We're going to get married. We're going to adopt a little baby girl. We're going to live old and die together. Adam you can't die! Not yet! You can't leave me! Remember last night? When we said we would be together until the end of time? Forever. D-Don't you remember that baby?" Tommy yelled, unable to hold back tears and allowing them to flow freely from his eyes and onto Adam's face. He didn't even notice though. Everything was already blurry from the rain.
"I…I don't think that's going to h-happen, Glitterbaby. S-So kiss me. I've always…Wanted to be k-kissed in the rain. G-Grant me one l-last wish, Tommy?" Adam asked, looking weakly up at Tommy, hoping he'll grant him this one last request. Because deep down in his heart, he knew he was going to die. It wasn't going to work out. He was going to die, and that was that. But he could spend some time with his Glitterbaby for as long as possible.
"Of course. Adam, I love you more than anything. You're my everything, Babyboy, and d-don't you forget it okay? I don't know what happens when you die, but I'll be with you soon…" he said, kissing Adam on the lips.
It's ironic, isn't it? Tommy Joe Ratliff had sworn he would kiss Adam Lambert on the lips. In the pounding rain. And he finally succeeded in his quest. They kissed lightly and sweetly for the last time. There was no tongue or anything. Adam was far too weak to wrestle with him. He was however, strong enough to squeeze the blond's hand with his last bit of strength. As their lips were locked on each other, Adam's breath began to slow down gradually. The rain dropped down their flesh, and entered the small space between their lips. They parted and Tommy breathed onto Adam, giving him the last bit of cinnamon scent the singer will ever smell.
"I love you more than anything in the entire world, don't forget it…" he murmured, kissing the brunette's forehead and leaning close to him. Trying to make him warm, but the bitter touch of death was grabbing Adam by its clutches.
"I love you too. W-We will get married. I p-promise. T-Thank you so m-much for filling b-both of my fantasies. Y-You're my everything, G-Glitterbaby…" he trailed off, his eyes slowly closing, and his chest beginning to slow down with each beat of his heart and finally, when Tommy couldn't feel Adam's heart move anymore he broke down, bawling into the dead chest of his fiancée.
Adam kissed Tommy in the rain; just like he had been wanting to since he first met the blond. Now they were both caught in the rain, never to kiss one another again. But love never dies, neither does rain. It just keeps coming, hoping to heal wounds that will never mend. Because once your heart dies, the rain can't do anything to help.
Nothing but keep memories alive.