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"We'll miss you." Those were the last words I heard from my parents as I boarded the bus, heading for my new school. Bermington High School wasn't a private school, but they provided dorms and meals for any of the students that requested it on their entrance slips. My parents signed me up for that program, partly because they wanted me to meet some new friends, and they were kind of tired with having me in the house, being that I was homeschooled for part of my life. I stepped onto the bus, looking at all the other teens who were possibly going to be my classmates. The bus driver smiled at me and extended a hand. "Name's Peter. Glad you deci

Don't forget, Adam. Never forget. Glitterbaby, that sure as hell ain't gonna happen. Maybe we'll meet again in the future? Nobody knows, Tommy Joe. Nobody knows at all. "I'm going to audition for American Idol." My mom gave me a look of surprise and laughed. "Adam, sweetheart, you're not serious, are you?" She asked, nearly dropping the pile of clean plates she had in her hands. My father eyes glanced up at me from behind his newspaper, then disappeared again. What did my parents have against this possible experience for me? "Of course I'm serious. Being on Idol would give me the chance to expand my career in singing. Besides, I want to

Chapter One: Moonshine... Tommys POV I was walking slowly down the hotel corridor, cell in hand, reading the message Isaac had just sent me, him wondering when I would finally show up at the party. I was just about to text him my answer, that I was on my way, when I heard a muffled sound like someone crying out in agony. I froze and realized that I was just outside Adams room. Adam wasn't going to the party tonight and that was not like him at all. He usually never missed out on a chance to party but tonight for some reason, he had descided on staying in. I was just about to start walking again when I heard that muffled cry for the secon

Dirty Business Chapter 1.0 There Tommy sat, either cowering in the silence or deep into thought. Secluded. Where? Well sitting on the farthest right  corner of the room. In the back. Where he wasn't bothered. Where he can just be. "Senior Class of 2013 hope you all brought your smiling faces, and best outfits because your pictures will be taken during study period today a really annoying high pitched voice spoke over the loud speaker making the small blonde cringe and place his head on the desk while small pointless chatter began to fill the rooms air. Girls talking about their outfits and gushing about their make-up. Then there was Tom

Adam's P.O.V. Man, did I love this.  Being on stage. Performing in front of people.  Being able to take aspects of my personality and exaggerate them for the stage.  Being able to put on a show in Hair and Wicked was an amazing experience, and then American Idol came along.  Now look at me, I was singing my own songs on stage, dressed in the most amazingly glam outfits, with screaming fans and my own dancers and band behind me.  There's no rush like this.  As I sang For Your Entertainment, the crowd sang along, all of them fixated on me.  This feeling was amazing, that I c

Chap. 12 .: Tommy's POV :. The woman on the TV was advertising some weight loss program, and I turned to look at Adam, whose arms were wrapped around me. We finally decided to take a break from making out and decided to watch TV. "Why so happy?" Adam asked, he obviously knew why, he just liked hearing it. "Because I'm with the man that I love and am going to be with him for a long…long...long time." I said, putting my hand on Adam's cheek. Adam chuckled and kissed me for the millionth time that night. My tongue broke the seams of his mouth so quickly and was allowed in with a warm welcome. Before we got too deep into anything, Ada

Adommy collab<3 ~~~ Chapter 1: We All Need Prep *Adam's POV* Things have been pretty rough lately. Work has been slow, and money is tight. Maria's seventh birthday is tomorrow, and I have to work a ton of overtime just to get her that bike she wants and a birthday cake. I admire her in the fact that she can find happiness in the small things and doesn't complain when she can't go do some of the bigger things her friends can. She still doesn't know how in danger we are of losing the house, however. I don't want her to worry and I think she is just too young to understand what we're going through. Ever since— "Adam!" Maria called t

Chapter 1 ~Tommys POV~ I was sitting in Science class, sitting all the way in the back of the room, drawing. "Class, pay attention. Especially you, Mr. Ratliff." Mr. Zeman said. I looked up, and there was a guy standing in the doorway. Black hair with some blue highlights, and blue eyes, with black eyeliner, and glitter. Glitter everywhere. He was wearing a T-Shirt, and very tight skinny jeans. Very, very tight.  He looked so cute! "Everyone, this is Adam Lambert. Adam, this is the science class." Mr. Zeman, our science teacher, said. Adam looked over at me, and I felt my face get hot. Why am I blushing if I just saw him?! "Mr. Lambert

You've seen the worst of me now I'm all alone see You lost me somehow And what we're fighting for is peace Are you still in love with me, Or someone else? "I - do not - love - someone else!" Tommy shouted from the top of his lungs. He nearly jumped on the ground with tears in his eyes. Adam just let out a shout, not actual words, just the aggression. Tommy cried out, too, grabbing Adam's shoulders. "How many times do I need to say that?! I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE!" Tommy cried. He was shaking Adam as hard as he could, but because Adam was a lot stronger. Tommy stared into his eyes, desperately, trying to get his message thro

I was born with cat ears and a tail. Cliché, but I can't help it. A light blond, to match my natural hair color, my ears sit high on my head. Oddly enough, I was born with normal ears too, but they've never worked. The tail is mainly the same color with a tuft of black at the end. As you can guess, I've always had to hide these traits. A beanie takes care of the ears, but the tail is a bit tricky. It took a while, but I found that if I wear skinny jeans, the tail can be made to go along the inseam. It takes a while longer to get dressed and it's severely limited my chances with the ladies, but it's all I can do. I play guitar for a liv

Adam ran warm water over his face in the light blue hotel bathroom. He sighed, sitting down on the couch. "What's wrong with me?" Adam huffed to himself throwing his head back, looking at the ceiling. There was a hard knock on the door, then silence. Adam stared at it. He waited to see what was going to happen. Minutes passed without a sound. SLAM! There was another hit. Adam jumped out of his seat and ran to answer it. What he saw, was what he had feared. A small blonde man stood, slumped over with a Jack Daniels bottle in his hand. He stumbled and held himself up using the door frame. "Tommy!" Adam held him up as he walked to the living

Adam POV As I entered the cold, quiet administrative office, I looked around and saw a sign-in/sign-out sheet next to a woman studying papers at a large desk. After I signed my name and the time I asked, "Ms. Mayo? Mr. Gettig told me to come in and see him before lunch hour, is he in his office?" She looked up at me and smiled gently and nodded her head in the direction of the hall of doors,"Yes Mr. Lambert, I remember. He should be in his office but he might be eating lunch because I just saw his wife leave. Go ahead darling." I walked down the hall, looking at the nameplates until I saw one that said "Principle, Mr. David Gettig' across

"How do pants like that even work?" Angelina asked with a slightly confused tone, looking at the black skinny jeans Adam was wearing. Adam laughed and raised his eyebrow, as if he wasn't sure whether she was being serious or not. "What's wrong with them?" he asked, looking at his legs and then back to Angelina. "You wear skinny jeans as well, right?" "I do," Angelina admitted, "but those are… tight. Like really, really tight. What I want to know is how on Earth did you manage to get yourself into those. I would give up without even trying." Adam grinned and flipped his hair. "Baby, I'm a professional, I don't share my secrets with an

Tutoring Tommy's POV It didn't help that I was the new kid. It didn't help that I hated math. It didn't help that I never payed attention in class, because I was distracted by the one thing that I find the most disturbing, a man; and now my mother..my mother insits on hiring me a tutor... that's really going to help the "new kid rep", thanks ma.... "Tommy sweetie, I understand you are upset...but I think it's for the best.. it's your last year." I didn't want to hear her bullshit exuse... "Fuck you." I murmmered dryly, staring at my shoes. "Don't give me that tone Thomas Joe Ratliff, the descion is final, your tutor will be hear tonig

Adam's POV   This is almost like deja vu, i awoke in a hospital bed and once again i breathed in the stale smell of old people. i sat up only to remember what had happened the other night. A doctor walked into my room and started to speak but before he could i cut him off. "I need to get out of here, i feel fine, it doesnt hurt anymore. Just please can it leave?" The doctor seemed a little irritated due to my outburst. "Yes, Mr Lambert. Your fine to go home. But there are some officer's here who would like to have a word with you." I nodded knowing exactly what to say to keep them out of my buisness, i cant afford to have cops snooping arou

Chapter Two: I Am Not Afraid To Keep On Living Tommy's POV. Fuck you, mom and dad, fuck you. Being a new kid isn't the most delightful thing in the world. You get looked over like some freak from another planet, and people feel the need to whisper to the person next to them, whether they're friends or random people, even though they know that you can hear them talking shit about you. They look at you from the moment they hear the door click open to the time you take a seat, and some people that are just freaks and have no idea what rudeness is, keep staring at you until you finally look up at them with a disgusted look on your face. I, mys