idol fic: THREE is a crowd
[title] Three is a Crowd
[pairing] Kradam [Kris Allen/Adam Lambert] && one-sided Adam/Allison
[rating] PG-13
[warnings] Just some language stuuuuffffffff.
[spoiler] Results for the top three.
[summary] But if Allison is gone, how will Adam spend his time?
[disclaimer] The lyrics used in the song are "Shallow Bay" by Breaking Benjamin. I own squat, none of this happened. Fiction. :]
[author note] I threw this together over the course of the day and it's kinda bad but I like it, so that's okay. None of my friends like Kradam, so I kind of write it for myself my now...
I never thought that Adam had liked us too much. Well, when I say us I mean Danny and I. It must have just been easy for him and Allison. They never seemed to have awkward moments. They could talk for hours and still have something to say. It was interesting how he clicked with the young girl with the vibrant hair but never seemed to make an effort with us.
The two had fought only twice. After the results show deciding the Season 8 Top five, Adam kissed her hard on the mouth and justified himself by saying something about gay guys being able to kiss girls without it mattering. There were a few issues with that. First, he was right. Second, he was also not taking into consideration her age. That was when Danny and I stopped making an effort to get him to talk to us about something other than the show. The third problem, and probably the most important was that she regretfully had feelings for the much older male.
It was that night that she spent three hours in my room, quietly bawling her eyes about him. It was also the night that I spent those same three hours pushing violently colored red hair out of young eyes that didn’t need this kind of shit from someone way too old and not good enough for her.
The second time was him being a jackass when she and I beat him out and he ended up in the bottom two. But that was short winded and they were buddy-buddy again in two days.
So now that Allison has taken her leave, things have gotten quiet. It’s only the first night, but quickly after the door to the mansion that was too big for three had clicked shut and we saw the last of her, it was silent. Adam had showered first right after she left and Danny had gone to bed soon after.
And now we’re alone, sat upon the couch, silently not paying attention to George Lopez reruns. I heard him mutter about wanting to sleep but being wide awake. I told him that I felt the exact same way. The truth was that if being alone wouldn’t have made me think about the fact that next week was going to be my demise, I’d be in bed by now.
But in the silence my mind keeps the volume on a medium level, winding around the natural state we are in. With a quick glance over at him I realize that I’ve never actually paid attention to him off the stage. After growing so used to the view of styled hair and eyeliner more well-applied than most girls I’d met, I didn’t think there was much point in fulling taking in the plain Adam. The fresh-showered and clean Adam. But now that I have the time and the opportunity, I take it. Gray sweatpants and white wifebeater. A naturally colored complexion, free of black gunk that was ten times more natural looking on him than most females. At least in that amount.
I wasn’t much different. I, preferring to shower in the morning to wake myself up, had washed my face and changed into a t-shirt and plaid flannel pants.
The bored, serious look he’s giving the television brings Breaking Benjamin to my head. I’m a California castaway. I don’t think you wanna fuck with me. The simple thought of that makes me have to halfassedly stifle a laugh, and he looks over to catch my eye. I look back at the TV, pretending nothing happened. I feel his eyes linger upon me for a few more seconds before he goes back to paying no attention once more.
Once I look back at the clock to realize it’s almost one in the morning and I have to pick out a song to sing tomorrow. With a sigh, I have to pull my self up off of the couch that no doubt has an imprint of my ass from the last two hours.
“Eh, I should be at least attempting to get some rest,” I mutter, and tilt my head to one side, hear a crack, then switch sides.
I don’t hear a response but turn to leave the room anyway. Before I can take three steps, a hand grabs onto my wrist. I didn’t hear Adam get off the couch and I don’t know why he’s got that smirk on his face, but I know that there’s nothing to say. His eyes may be more piercing than usual and I may be unable to move as he gets closer and closer and closer still.
And when his lips press hard against mine it’s strange. I don’t react right away, I’m a little too frazzled. But it’s three seconds before my eyes shut without my consent and another three before his tongue forces my mouth open. It’s still a strange feeling when he pulls away after eleven seconds more and looks into my eyes hungrily.
As he pulls even further away he licks his lips. When he begins to walk away, towards the stairs, I want to grab his hand and make him kiss me like that again just so I can figure out why it felt so strange, as if I didn’t know already. Adam looks over his shoulder and smirks again, pausing in his steps again. “I thought for a second there you were gonna be a goner.”
His words are gone with a wink and he’s left the room.
I have to stand there for thirty-three seconds and make an attempt to realize what just happened and ask the silence one question:
“What the fuck was that?”
[pairing] Kradam [Kris Allen/Adam Lambert] && one-sided Adam/Allison
[rating] PG-13
[warnings] Just some language stuuuuffffffff.
[spoiler] Results for the top three.
[summary] But if Allison is gone, how will Adam spend his time?
[disclaimer] The lyrics used in the song are "Shallow Bay" by Breaking Benjamin. I own squat, none of this happened. Fiction. :]
[author note] I threw this together over the course of the day and it's kinda bad but I like it, so that's okay. None of my friends like Kradam, so I kind of write it for myself my now...
I never thought that Adam had liked us too much. Well, when I say us I mean Danny and I. It must have just been easy for him and Allison. They never seemed to have awkward moments. They could talk for hours and still have something to say. It was interesting how he clicked with the young girl with the vibrant hair but never seemed to make an effort with us.
The two had fought only twice. After the results show deciding the Season 8 Top five, Adam kissed her hard on the mouth and justified himself by saying something about gay guys being able to kiss girls without it mattering. There were a few issues with that. First, he was right. Second, he was also not taking into consideration her age. That was when Danny and I stopped making an effort to get him to talk to us about something other than the show. The third problem, and probably the most important was that she regretfully had feelings for the much older male.
It was that night that she spent three hours in my room, quietly bawling her eyes about him. It was also the night that I spent those same three hours pushing violently colored red hair out of young eyes that didn’t need this kind of shit from someone way too old and not good enough for her.
The second time was him being a jackass when she and I beat him out and he ended up in the bottom two. But that was short winded and they were buddy-buddy again in two days.
So now that Allison has taken her leave, things have gotten quiet. It’s only the first night, but quickly after the door to the mansion that was too big for three had clicked shut and we saw the last of her, it was silent. Adam had showered first right after she left and Danny had gone to bed soon after.
And now we’re alone, sat upon the couch, silently not paying attention to George Lopez reruns. I heard him mutter about wanting to sleep but being wide awake. I told him that I felt the exact same way. The truth was that if being alone wouldn’t have made me think about the fact that next week was going to be my demise, I’d be in bed by now.
But in the silence my mind keeps the volume on a medium level, winding around the natural state we are in. With a quick glance over at him I realize that I’ve never actually paid attention to him off the stage. After growing so used to the view of styled hair and eyeliner more well-applied than most girls I’d met, I didn’t think there was much point in fulling taking in the plain Adam. The fresh-showered and clean Adam. But now that I have the time and the opportunity, I take it. Gray sweatpants and white wifebeater. A naturally colored complexion, free of black gunk that was ten times more natural looking on him than most females. At least in that amount.
I wasn’t much different. I, preferring to shower in the morning to wake myself up, had washed my face and changed into a t-shirt and plaid flannel pants.
The bored, serious look he’s giving the television brings Breaking Benjamin to my head. I’m a California castaway. I don’t think you wanna fuck with me. The simple thought of that makes me have to halfassedly stifle a laugh, and he looks over to catch my eye. I look back at the TV, pretending nothing happened. I feel his eyes linger upon me for a few more seconds before he goes back to paying no attention once more.
Once I look back at the clock to realize it’s almost one in the morning and I have to pick out a song to sing tomorrow. With a sigh, I have to pull my self up off of the couch that no doubt has an imprint of my ass from the last two hours.
“Eh, I should be at least attempting to get some rest,” I mutter, and tilt my head to one side, hear a crack, then switch sides.
I don’t hear a response but turn to leave the room anyway. Before I can take three steps, a hand grabs onto my wrist. I didn’t hear Adam get off the couch and I don’t know why he’s got that smirk on his face, but I know that there’s nothing to say. His eyes may be more piercing than usual and I may be unable to move as he gets closer and closer and closer still.
And when his lips press hard against mine it’s strange. I don’t react right away, I’m a little too frazzled. But it’s three seconds before my eyes shut without my consent and another three before his tongue forces my mouth open. It’s still a strange feeling when he pulls away after eleven seconds more and looks into my eyes hungrily.
As he pulls even further away he licks his lips. When he begins to walk away, towards the stairs, I want to grab his hand and make him kiss me like that again just so I can figure out why it felt so strange, as if I didn’t know already. Adam looks over his shoulder and smirks again, pausing in his steps again. “I thought for a second there you were gonna be a goner.”
His words are gone with a wink and he’s left the room.
I have to stand there for thirty-three seconds and make an attempt to realize what just happened and ask the silence one question:
“What the fuck was that?”