Long way from Conway (4/?) *LONG chapter*
A/N: Sorry it's so long, but I had a lot to cover here! :) I'll try to post the next one soon!
Rating: PG-PG13
It was one of those weeks you just didn't want to do anything or go anywhere for Kris Allen.
Adam was gone, trying to get back into health after Crystal previously attacked him, and hadn't called or mentioned Kris since Kris last saw him being taken to the hospital.
Crystal was put in juvenile prison for almost killing Adam (or at least for trying to kill him, Kris didn't know) and was sentenced for about two years, so there went Kris's love life.
Kris was just the center of attention after what had happened, and much to his surprise, he hated it. Why?
Because before all the fighting happened, Adam had shown affection to Kris (Yes, love) and no one was there to back him up and help him through it. Kris's parents were notified of the incident, for Kris was the main reason it ever happened in the first place, and so when Kris came home in tears from all the taunting words of his fellow highschoolers, they tried their best to help him.
"Kristopher," his father Neil said to him as Kris lay on the couch in tears on Wednesday, "I swear...if you need me to then I can tell the principle to shut those kids up for you."
"And have him announce to the whole school to not taunt Kris Allen? How the hell is that gonna' help me Dad? Huh?"
Kris's mom Kim slowly walked up to Kris and handed him a tissue. "Sweetie, we just want to help. I mean, you haven't been happy ever since the accident and have been beaten up every day since! As your parents we deserve the right to help you!"
"WHAT IF I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP, HUH?"
Neil gave Kris a confused look and then furrowed his brow.
"If you don't want ours then...who’s do you want?"
Kris began to cry harder as he got up and stomped to his room.
"I WANT ADAM'S HELP!"
He then slammed his door, making the whole house shake. Inside his room as he was crying, Kris slid down his door until he was sitting, going into an almost fetal position. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, playing a Beatles song that Kris adored, Come Together, all through the room. As fast as a person could go from fetal position to sprinting, Kris got to his cell and answered, not even caring whom it was.
"H-Hello?"
"Is this Kris?" A female voice said on the other line. Somehow, Kris thought she sounded familiar, so he replied.
"Yes, who is this?"
"Kris, this is Adam's mom, Leila. Um...Adam told me to call you."
Kris smiled. "Really? How is he?"
Leila laughed at Kris's excited tone. "He's fine sweetie, still getting better. Should be back by next week, probably Monday if I had to guess. Anyway, Adam heard from his friend who has been giving him his homework that you've been getting beat up. Is that true?"
Kris gazed at the many bruises on his face and told her everything, sniffling a bit in memory. He heard Leila gasp a few times, even aw occasionally.
"Kris, I'm so sorry. Adam is very sorry, too. You know, he wishes he could be there. He's not the type to let friends get kicked under the bus for something he does."
Kris nodded. "I could tell. So...what did Adam want?"
Leila smiled and began. "Kris, he wants you to come over tonight to see him. Of course, if you have plans, he would understand since it's such short not-"
"I'll be there, Mrs. Lambert. I promise."
Leila giggled and then sighed. "Adam will be so happy. Okay, I'll tell him. Bye Kris. See you tonight! Oh, come here at eight. That's when we have dinner."
Kris gasped. "Oh you don't have to do that Mrs. Lambert, I can just eat at home."
"No trouble, my dear. We'd be delighted to. Now, see you soon! Bye!"
And with that, she hung up, leaving Kris in pure happiness.
"I'M GOING TO SEE ADAM!"
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At 7:30, Kris couldn't have been any more nervous than he was then.
Looking through his closet, Kris flipped past his plaid shirts and worn out T-shirts and went straight to his nice clothes. He picked out a nice silver collard shirt that fit his body very well, not too loose, not too tight. Next came his pants. After about ten minutes of deciding between navy blue and black slacks, Kris finally chose the black ones, thinking that Adam seemed to like the color black. As a final addition to his outfit, Kris put on silver shoes that his mom had personally bought to match his shirt a few months back when Kris got it. As Kris left his room, he combed his hair roughly and sprayed some cologne on him. When heading to the door, Kim stopped him dead in his tracks. Oh crap, forgot mom and dad.
“Uh…hi mom.” Kris muttered weakly to his angry mom.
“And just where do you think you’re going?”
Kris gulped. “Out.”
“Out where, Kris?”
Kris groaned. “To Adam’s house. Now please, let me go! I'm going to be late and I don't want to disappoint Adam!"
Kim instantly became confused, raising an eyebrow in curiousness. "Adam's house?"
Kris groaned again and grabbed the door knob, turning it slowly as he spoke.
"Adam's in so much regret that he wanted me to come over and have dinner at his house, so I agreed. Now please, let me be on my way."
As Kris walked out, Kim began to lightly chuckle at her son. Kris quickly noticed due to his horrible mood.
"WHAT?"
"Kris, how are you gonna' get to his house sweetie?"
"Ugh, hurry up mom," Kris mumbled under his breath as he tried not to laugh at himself.
"Haha."
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"Mom, seriously, do you not know how to apply make-up? I look like a clown!"
Leila laughed and set her eyeliner down. "Want to go natural? I mean, I doubt Kris would mind if you look normal for once in your life."
With a long glare, Adam sighed and nodded. "If he thinks I look ugly it's because of you, and you have to tell him to his face, mom."
Leila took her washcloth and wiped Adam's face clean, smiling at how pretty he looked beyond the make-up.
"Just shut up and go find your outfit like a good boy."
"Oh, so now I'm a dog?"
"Huh, you sure are acting like one right now...sweetie."
"Now I see where Neil gets his humor. Fine fine, I'm going."
In Adam's closet there was way more varieties of clothing than the normal clothes store would have. So when Adam hobbled in on his crutches and opened his closet door, he had no clue how to choose. Looking through his shirts, he found a nice white T-shirt with the words "Music is Love" on it and a black flower that at the end turned into a music note. Adding to this he got a smooth leather jacket that he had bought only two weeks ago and slid it on, smiling at how hot he looked. For his pants he chose his dark black jeans that looked worn out, but still were oh-so-sexy. He then put on his black alligator shoes that complemented the black jacket he had on perfectly. Next came jewelry, which Adam chose just a necklace to wear tonight. It was a nice silver lightening bolt his aunt had bought him for his last birthday. After slipping it on, Adam got back on his crutches and walked back out to the living room where his mother now was preparing dinner. He joined her in the kitchen and sat on one of the dinning room chairs. Neil walked out and began to chuckle.
"We having somebody over?"
"Yes," Leila answered sternly, "and if you mess this up I and Adam will both take turns kicking your butt, you understand me mister?"
Shocked, Neil nodded and sat on the couch.
"I just was wondering, geese."
Eber then came walking in, plopping on the couch next to Neil and turning on the TV.
"Adam, wonder what Kris is gonna' wear tonight?"
"KRIS? THAT'S WHO'S COMING?"
Leila held up an empty frying pan and glared at Neil. "Honey, I love you with all my heart but if you don't shut your mouth I will hit you with this frying pan."
After Adam stopped giggling, Adam replied. "Yeah, I do. Hopefully he'll surprise me. I so hope so."
Just then, Adam heard a car door slam shut. It sent him into full freak mode.
"Okay, just to get you all clear on this. Kris isn't my boyfriend yet I do have this gigantic crush on him, and please don't mention any of that to him or I will personally kill you later. Just be cool and Neil, I will hit you so hard your great grandchildren will feel it if you crack any stupid joke about Kris or I. Got it everyone?"
Everyone nodded except for Neil, who was shivering from the thought of Adam hitting him that hard.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"MOM, GET IT! HURRY!"
Leila laughed and then ran to the door. As she opened it, Kris was revealed to her. She smiled and let out a small aw.
"Come on in Kris....."
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Inside, Kris was a mess. Scared, nervous to death, and excited all at the same time. As he rang the doorbell of Adam's house, he heard a familiar voice yell something illegible. It was Adam. It had to be Adam. Just then, the door opened and Leila was there. Now, Kris thought that since Adam was such a handsome guy that Leila would be pretty, but when Kris saw her now, he was shocked. For a lady her age, Leila looked fabulous.
"Come on in Kris.....wow do you look handsome tonight!"
Kris turned on his southern charm immediately. "Thank you ma'am. You look quite beautiful tonight yourself, Mrs. Lambert."
Leila awed at Kris and smiled an eye-to-eye grin that just reminded Kris of Adam so much. He smiled.
"Kris, you have the sweetest accent ever! Sorry, just had to say that! Haha!"
Kris blushed and nodded. "Thank you Mrs. Lambert."
"Aw sweetie, loosen up a bit. Call me Leila."
"Okay..um...Leila."
Leila laughed and brought him in. There, Eber and Neil stood up and came up to him.
Eber was first to introduce himself, holding out his hand for Kris to shake it.
"I'm Eber, Adam's father. Pleased to meet you Kris."
Kris smiled and shook his hand, nodding in response. "Pleased to meet you too, sir."
Neil was next, and with his parents watching, he stayed nice and respectable, not cracking one joke.
"Hey, I'm Neil, Adam's younger brother. Nice to meet you, Kris."
Kris smiled and shook Neil's hand firmly. "Very nice to meet you too, Neil. Actually, it's nice to meet all of you. Man, you guys need to meet my family one day. I swear y'all are so much like them."
Leila grinned and patted Kris on the back, winking as she headed towards the kitchen. Wow, Adam is so much like his mother. As she came back, Leila drug Kris to the kitchen and kept giggling like a child. Kris began to wonder if something was up.
"Leila, is there something surprising in the kitchen or are you just being giddy all of a sudden?"
Leila shook her head at the last one and lead Kris around the corner to finally enter the kitchen. There, Kris saw Adam and gasped. Never ever had Kris seen, or imagined, Adam without make-up, or even thought Adam would look good without it on. To Kris, he might have been the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. A slow smile began to wipe across his face as he looked Adam over.
"Oh my lord Adam, you look.......amazing!"
"Same to you too," Adam said in a shocked voice, "gosh, you look fabulous! That shirt is just....awesome on you! Wow, you look beautiful."
Kris blushed deeply and walked to Adam, sitting into the chair next to him. "Adam, you look so much more healthy. I swear, you would've never known that you had just been in that fight less than a week ago! I bet you'll be able to go to school in no time!"
Adam nodded and looked down. "Yeah, joy joy."
Kris sighed. "I know....I wouldn't want to go back to school if I was you either. Heck, I myself don't want to go back. But hey, what can you do, right?"
"Kris," Adam grimly mumbled, "you were hurt because of me....right?"
Kris closed his eyes and shook his head. "Adam, no I was not."
"Do not lie to me Kristopher, I want the truth."
Kris sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine. Adam, everyone has been calling me gay names and saying I should run home to "my husband" and aid to him ever since this happened. I swear, I got so mad at them that I punched one guy and then got attacked myself by his crew. Basically, I'm their target because I fought back. Now......I don't know how to stop them. It sucks, really."
Adam gulped.
"Wow."
Just then, Leila set plates on the table and smiled.
"Boys, perhaps you resume this conversation later after dinner so your food doesn't get cold!"
Kris smiled and got up. "Can I help you?"
Leila shook her head. "No Kris, you are our guest, just enjoy the meal sweetie."
Everyone sat down at the table and enjoyed dinner, all acting like the perfect family.
Well, the perfect family in Kris's eyes.
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The next two hours after dinner were spent by just talking and catching up from Adam and Kris. They spoke about everything from the fight to Kris's old life in Conway with Katy. Tears fell, laughs filled the room, but more importantly, Kris realized just how awesome Adam really was. Kris did find out that Adam was the gay guy of the class, as he had expected, and found out that Adam never had gotten his first kiss and never even dated anyone long term before. Just small flings that ended up in heartbreak. Somehow, Kris felt bad, as if it was his fault that they never happened.
Kris patted Adam's back and gazed up at the ceiling. "I bet you'll get a date soon. Seriously. I mean, your definitely good looking, you have a great personality, you are very loving, and you are so talented. I swear, you will find love someday. I promise."
Adam sighed and shrugged to himself, earning a frown from Kris. "I know it won't happen. I mean come on, do you know anyone else our age that's gay and good looking and has all those traits? Seriously, I don't have much of a chance."
"You ever heard of the term "soul mates", Adam?"
Adam nodded. "Yeah, but I don't think it's true."
"Adam," Kris pleaded, "it is! Otherwise, no one would be married! Now come on, you have to believe me. You believe in love, I know that, so you have to believe in soul mates."
Adam sighed again and looked in Kris's eyes. "My soul mate doesn't know I'm his yet."
"That's probably true, just like you don't know your soul mate doesn't know your his guy yet."
"No," Adam sternly said, "I know he's mine."
"You have a crush? On who?"
"My soul mate."
"Adam, who? Come on, you can tell me!"
With a shaky and deep sigh, Adam bent his head down and let a tear fall.
"You."
To be continued.....
Rating: PG-PG13
It was one of those weeks you just didn't want to do anything or go anywhere for Kris Allen.
Adam was gone, trying to get back into health after Crystal previously attacked him, and hadn't called or mentioned Kris since Kris last saw him being taken to the hospital.
Crystal was put in juvenile prison for almost killing Adam (or at least for trying to kill him, Kris didn't know) and was sentenced for about two years, so there went Kris's love life.
Kris was just the center of attention after what had happened, and much to his surprise, he hated it. Why?
Because before all the fighting happened, Adam had shown affection to Kris (Yes, love) and no one was there to back him up and help him through it. Kris's parents were notified of the incident, for Kris was the main reason it ever happened in the first place, and so when Kris came home in tears from all the taunting words of his fellow highschoolers, they tried their best to help him.
"Kristopher," his father Neil said to him as Kris lay on the couch in tears on Wednesday, "I swear...if you need me to then I can tell the principle to shut those kids up for you."
"And have him announce to the whole school to not taunt Kris Allen? How the hell is that gonna' help me Dad? Huh?"
Kris's mom Kim slowly walked up to Kris and handed him a tissue. "Sweetie, we just want to help. I mean, you haven't been happy ever since the accident and have been beaten up every day since! As your parents we deserve the right to help you!"
"WHAT IF I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP, HUH?"
Neil gave Kris a confused look and then furrowed his brow.
"If you don't want ours then...who’s do you want?"
Kris began to cry harder as he got up and stomped to his room.
"I WANT ADAM'S HELP!"
He then slammed his door, making the whole house shake. Inside his room as he was crying, Kris slid down his door until he was sitting, going into an almost fetal position. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, playing a Beatles song that Kris adored, Come Together, all through the room. As fast as a person could go from fetal position to sprinting, Kris got to his cell and answered, not even caring whom it was.
"H-Hello?"
"Is this Kris?" A female voice said on the other line. Somehow, Kris thought she sounded familiar, so he replied.
"Yes, who is this?"
"Kris, this is Adam's mom, Leila. Um...Adam told me to call you."
Kris smiled. "Really? How is he?"
Leila laughed at Kris's excited tone. "He's fine sweetie, still getting better. Should be back by next week, probably Monday if I had to guess. Anyway, Adam heard from his friend who has been giving him his homework that you've been getting beat up. Is that true?"
Kris gazed at the many bruises on his face and told her everything, sniffling a bit in memory. He heard Leila gasp a few times, even aw occasionally.
"Kris, I'm so sorry. Adam is very sorry, too. You know, he wishes he could be there. He's not the type to let friends get kicked under the bus for something he does."
Kris nodded. "I could tell. So...what did Adam want?"
Leila smiled and began. "Kris, he wants you to come over tonight to see him. Of course, if you have plans, he would understand since it's such short not-"
"I'll be there, Mrs. Lambert. I promise."
Leila giggled and then sighed. "Adam will be so happy. Okay, I'll tell him. Bye Kris. See you tonight! Oh, come here at eight. That's when we have dinner."
Kris gasped. "Oh you don't have to do that Mrs. Lambert, I can just eat at home."
"No trouble, my dear. We'd be delighted to. Now, see you soon! Bye!"
And with that, she hung up, leaving Kris in pure happiness.
"I'M GOING TO SEE ADAM!"
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At 7:30, Kris couldn't have been any more nervous than he was then.
Looking through his closet, Kris flipped past his plaid shirts and worn out T-shirts and went straight to his nice clothes. He picked out a nice silver collard shirt that fit his body very well, not too loose, not too tight. Next came his pants. After about ten minutes of deciding between navy blue and black slacks, Kris finally chose the black ones, thinking that Adam seemed to like the color black. As a final addition to his outfit, Kris put on silver shoes that his mom had personally bought to match his shirt a few months back when Kris got it. As Kris left his room, he combed his hair roughly and sprayed some cologne on him. When heading to the door, Kim stopped him dead in his tracks. Oh crap, forgot mom and dad.
“Uh…hi mom.” Kris muttered weakly to his angry mom.
“And just where do you think you’re going?”
Kris gulped. “Out.”
“Out where, Kris?”
Kris groaned. “To Adam’s house. Now please, let me go! I'm going to be late and I don't want to disappoint Adam!"
Kim instantly became confused, raising an eyebrow in curiousness. "Adam's house?"
Kris groaned again and grabbed the door knob, turning it slowly as he spoke.
"Adam's in so much regret that he wanted me to come over and have dinner at his house, so I agreed. Now please, let me be on my way."
As Kris walked out, Kim began to lightly chuckle at her son. Kris quickly noticed due to his horrible mood.
"WHAT?"
"Kris, how are you gonna' get to his house sweetie?"
"Ugh, hurry up mom," Kris mumbled under his breath as he tried not to laugh at himself.
"Haha."
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"Mom, seriously, do you not know how to apply make-up? I look like a clown!"
Leila laughed and set her eyeliner down. "Want to go natural? I mean, I doubt Kris would mind if you look normal for once in your life."
With a long glare, Adam sighed and nodded. "If he thinks I look ugly it's because of you, and you have to tell him to his face, mom."
Leila took her washcloth and wiped Adam's face clean, smiling at how pretty he looked beyond the make-up.
"Just shut up and go find your outfit like a good boy."
"Oh, so now I'm a dog?"
"Huh, you sure are acting like one right now...sweetie."
"Now I see where Neil gets his humor. Fine fine, I'm going."
In Adam's closet there was way more varieties of clothing than the normal clothes store would have. So when Adam hobbled in on his crutches and opened his closet door, he had no clue how to choose. Looking through his shirts, he found a nice white T-shirt with the words "Music is Love" on it and a black flower that at the end turned into a music note. Adding to this he got a smooth leather jacket that he had bought only two weeks ago and slid it on, smiling at how hot he looked. For his pants he chose his dark black jeans that looked worn out, but still were oh-so-sexy. He then put on his black alligator shoes that complemented the black jacket he had on perfectly. Next came jewelry, which Adam chose just a necklace to wear tonight. It was a nice silver lightening bolt his aunt had bought him for his last birthday. After slipping it on, Adam got back on his crutches and walked back out to the living room where his mother now was preparing dinner. He joined her in the kitchen and sat on one of the dinning room chairs. Neil walked out and began to chuckle.
"We having somebody over?"
"Yes," Leila answered sternly, "and if you mess this up I and Adam will both take turns kicking your butt, you understand me mister?"
Shocked, Neil nodded and sat on the couch.
"I just was wondering, geese."
Eber then came walking in, plopping on the couch next to Neil and turning on the TV.
"Adam, wonder what Kris is gonna' wear tonight?"
"KRIS? THAT'S WHO'S COMING?"
Leila held up an empty frying pan and glared at Neil. "Honey, I love you with all my heart but if you don't shut your mouth I will hit you with this frying pan."
After Adam stopped giggling, Adam replied. "Yeah, I do. Hopefully he'll surprise me. I so hope so."
Just then, Adam heard a car door slam shut. It sent him into full freak mode.
"Okay, just to get you all clear on this. Kris isn't my boyfriend yet I do have this gigantic crush on him, and please don't mention any of that to him or I will personally kill you later. Just be cool and Neil, I will hit you so hard your great grandchildren will feel it if you crack any stupid joke about Kris or I. Got it everyone?"
Everyone nodded except for Neil, who was shivering from the thought of Adam hitting him that hard.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"MOM, GET IT! HURRY!"
Leila laughed and then ran to the door. As she opened it, Kris was revealed to her. She smiled and let out a small aw.
"Come on in Kris....."
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Inside, Kris was a mess. Scared, nervous to death, and excited all at the same time. As he rang the doorbell of Adam's house, he heard a familiar voice yell something illegible. It was Adam. It had to be Adam. Just then, the door opened and Leila was there. Now, Kris thought that since Adam was such a handsome guy that Leila would be pretty, but when Kris saw her now, he was shocked. For a lady her age, Leila looked fabulous.
"Come on in Kris.....wow do you look handsome tonight!"
Kris turned on his southern charm immediately. "Thank you ma'am. You look quite beautiful tonight yourself, Mrs. Lambert."
Leila awed at Kris and smiled an eye-to-eye grin that just reminded Kris of Adam so much. He smiled.
"Kris, you have the sweetest accent ever! Sorry, just had to say that! Haha!"
Kris blushed and nodded. "Thank you Mrs. Lambert."
"Aw sweetie, loosen up a bit. Call me Leila."
"Okay..um...Leila."
Leila laughed and brought him in. There, Eber and Neil stood up and came up to him.
Eber was first to introduce himself, holding out his hand for Kris to shake it.
"I'm Eber, Adam's father. Pleased to meet you Kris."
Kris smiled and shook his hand, nodding in response. "Pleased to meet you too, sir."
Neil was next, and with his parents watching, he stayed nice and respectable, not cracking one joke.
"Hey, I'm Neil, Adam's younger brother. Nice to meet you, Kris."
Kris smiled and shook Neil's hand firmly. "Very nice to meet you too, Neil. Actually, it's nice to meet all of you. Man, you guys need to meet my family one day. I swear y'all are so much like them."
Leila grinned and patted Kris on the back, winking as she headed towards the kitchen. Wow, Adam is so much like his mother. As she came back, Leila drug Kris to the kitchen and kept giggling like a child. Kris began to wonder if something was up.
"Leila, is there something surprising in the kitchen or are you just being giddy all of a sudden?"
Leila shook her head at the last one and lead Kris around the corner to finally enter the kitchen. There, Kris saw Adam and gasped. Never ever had Kris seen, or imagined, Adam without make-up, or even thought Adam would look good without it on. To Kris, he might have been the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. A slow smile began to wipe across his face as he looked Adam over.
"Oh my lord Adam, you look.......amazing!"
"Same to you too," Adam said in a shocked voice, "gosh, you look fabulous! That shirt is just....awesome on you! Wow, you look beautiful."
Kris blushed deeply and walked to Adam, sitting into the chair next to him. "Adam, you look so much more healthy. I swear, you would've never known that you had just been in that fight less than a week ago! I bet you'll be able to go to school in no time!"
Adam nodded and looked down. "Yeah, joy joy."
Kris sighed. "I know....I wouldn't want to go back to school if I was you either. Heck, I myself don't want to go back. But hey, what can you do, right?"
"Kris," Adam grimly mumbled, "you were hurt because of me....right?"
Kris closed his eyes and shook his head. "Adam, no I was not."
"Do not lie to me Kristopher, I want the truth."
Kris sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine. Adam, everyone has been calling me gay names and saying I should run home to "my husband" and aid to him ever since this happened. I swear, I got so mad at them that I punched one guy and then got attacked myself by his crew. Basically, I'm their target because I fought back. Now......I don't know how to stop them. It sucks, really."
Adam gulped.
"Wow."
Just then, Leila set plates on the table and smiled.
"Boys, perhaps you resume this conversation later after dinner so your food doesn't get cold!"
Kris smiled and got up. "Can I help you?"
Leila shook her head. "No Kris, you are our guest, just enjoy the meal sweetie."
Everyone sat down at the table and enjoyed dinner, all acting like the perfect family.
Well, the perfect family in Kris's eyes.
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The next two hours after dinner were spent by just talking and catching up from Adam and Kris. They spoke about everything from the fight to Kris's old life in Conway with Katy. Tears fell, laughs filled the room, but more importantly, Kris realized just how awesome Adam really was. Kris did find out that Adam was the gay guy of the class, as he had expected, and found out that Adam never had gotten his first kiss and never even dated anyone long term before. Just small flings that ended up in heartbreak. Somehow, Kris felt bad, as if it was his fault that they never happened.
Kris patted Adam's back and gazed up at the ceiling. "I bet you'll get a date soon. Seriously. I mean, your definitely good looking, you have a great personality, you are very loving, and you are so talented. I swear, you will find love someday. I promise."
Adam sighed and shrugged to himself, earning a frown from Kris. "I know it won't happen. I mean come on, do you know anyone else our age that's gay and good looking and has all those traits? Seriously, I don't have much of a chance."
"You ever heard of the term "soul mates", Adam?"
Adam nodded. "Yeah, but I don't think it's true."
"Adam," Kris pleaded, "it is! Otherwise, no one would be married! Now come on, you have to believe me. You believe in love, I know that, so you have to believe in soul mates."
Adam sighed again and looked in Kris's eyes. "My soul mate doesn't know I'm his yet."
"That's probably true, just like you don't know your soul mate doesn't know your his guy yet."
"No," Adam sternly said, "I know he's mine."
"You have a crush? On who?"
"My soul mate."
"Adam, who? Come on, you can tell me!"
With a shaky and deep sigh, Adam bent his head down and let a tear fall.
"You."
To be continued.....