Sweet Caroline, 8
Sweet Caroline
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Tommy's daughter Anna is growing up and he can't stand it. She's beautiful, smart, and a sneaky little shit, in his opinion. When Tommy gets nervous around one of Monte's friends, Anna's determined to make sure her dad gets a happily ever after... even if it takes some work.
Disclaimer: Not mine, total work of fiction, blah blah blah
Author's Note: Here, have another!
Adam left to go to rehearsal but promised to call Tommy later to see about lunch and hanging out at his place the following afternoon. As soon as he was gone, Anna turned to Tommy with a suspicious look on her face. “What was that about ‘friends’?” she asked pointedly. “You’ve got lots of friends but I’ve never walked in on you with any of them.”
Tommy blushed. “Hey!” he cried. “It’s not like that!” he said. He sighed. “What’s disturbing is knowing you know what you’re talking about,” he said, cringing.
“I’m twelve, not two!” she said indignantly.
Tommy sighed. “Yeah, that’s what Adam said,” he said. “Okay, all that happened was we fell asleep watching the movie,” he said.
She shot him a look. “In your bed?” she asked skeptically.
“No! On the couch,” he said. “But Adam was too tired to drive and he’s too big to sleep on the couch, so I told him he could sleep in here. That’s it!” he defended.
She shot him a look. “Sure,” she said, turning around. She stopped at the door. “Swear?” she asked, and he held up his hand solemnly.
“I mean, I’d be honest about it, to tell the truth,” Tommy said, then shrugged. “I mean, I would tell you if I was dating anybody. Especially a dude who was over hanging out,” he said.
She shrugged. “It wouldn’t bother me if you were dating Adam, I’d just really like a warning,” she said pointedly.
Tommy snorted. “Trust me, if it were like that, there wouldn’t be an unlocked door, kid,” he said, shoving her playfully as he walked past.
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“Are you sure you’re not dating him?” Anna asked as they drove to Adam’s house.
Tommy chuckled. “Yeah, dude, I’m sure.” He shrugged. “He’s cool, okay? We really get along well, that’s why we hang out and talk so much after being friends not very long,” he said. “And he likes you too, so he doesn’t mind hanging out with you tagging along,” he said.
Anna shrugged. “Alright, whatever,” she said. “It’s just you never spend two days in a row hanging out with the same friend,” she said. “And you never take me with you to someone else’s house.”
Tommy smiled. “Well, you’ll like Adam’s house. He’s got an awesome place.”
When they pulled up, Anna blinked. “Damn, is his dad a rock star too?” she asked, and Tommy laughed.
“Nah, he just worked really hard to get nice stuff,” he said. “And don’t say damn,” he chastised.
Anna got out and rolled her eyes. “‘Worked really hard?’ What does he do, stand on a street corner?!” she asked, and Tommy glared.
“Hey, don’t say that about Adam. He’s got like… three jobs!” he argued. “Well, two jobs and a band,” he amended. “You don’t get paid much to play a club. The point is, when it’s just you and you’ve been out on your own for eleven years, you can actually save up, you know?” he said. “If I’d gotten myself a skill and got a job actually making a lot of money when you were born rather than pawn you off on my parents and waste five years of my life, we’d be a lot better off than we are now,” he said.
She shrugged. “I’m okay with how we are now. You’ve got a good job and you do the best you can,” she said.
Tommy smiled and hugged her, kissing her head. “I just wish sometimes I could give you more, baby,” he said, and she just rolled her eyes.
“I’ve got a dad that loves me. That’s better than some kids,” she said, and he smiled, hugging her before ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and a man that wasn’t Adam leaned against the casing, smirking. “Well, you must be the hot little thing Adam was talking abou-“
“I SAID GET OUT DAMN IT!” Adam cried, suddenly appearing. “Hey guys, sorry, but someone wouldn’t leave when I said to,” he said, then grabbed the guy by the arm and shoved him as Tommy stepped back, raising an amused eyebrow at Adam bodily shoving the guy out.
“I’m just being-“
“You’re being nosey and annoying! Go away!” Adam snapped.
The guy rolled his eyes. “Whatever, honey.” He walked down to the street where Tommy saw a motorcycle. “Call me with details, bitch!” he shouted, and Adam rolled his eyes.
“There are no details!” he cried, then paused. “But I’ll still call you,” he shouted, then turned and blushed at Tommy and Anna. “Sorry, I have a horrible best friend,” he said solemnly.
Tommy shrugged. “Eh, you’ve met Mia,” he said. “I can sympathize with you there,” he said.
Adam smiled. “Alright, well, come on in!” he said brightly. “I didn’t get around to doing everything I wanted to clean up, so sorry if you find a random sock or something somewhere. That asshat came over and distracted me going on and on about some boy he’s met,” he said, groaning. “Biggest gossip I’ve ever met. Honestly,” he said.
Tommy chuckled. “Sounds like my mom and sister. They always go on and on about the guys my sister dates,” he said.
Anna smirked. “I told grandma about how you and Delmy split up and now she asks me every time we talk about whether or not you’ve met someone new,” she said, grinning evilly.
Tommy whined. “Traitor!” he cried. “Tell her I’ve taken a permanent vow of chastity and I’m never dating again,” he replied.
Adam cringed. “My mom’s just as bad,” he said. “My dad’s more concerned with my brother’s job, but my mom never stops asking if I’ve met anybody. She’ll drop by at random and ask about every friend I’ve got over,” he said.
Tommy smiled. “My dad was always worried about me meeting someone too, but he at least understood how little I actually put into it and didn’t hound me about it,” he said.
Adam chuckled. “What, did he change his mind?” he asked.
Tommy bit his lip and looked down. “Actually he died about two years ago,” he said, and Anna made a face.
Adam gasped and put a hand over his mouth. “Oh I’m sorry I said that!” he said. “Wow, I’m such a shit,” he said, looking mortified.
Tommy shrugged and smiled. “You didn’t know,” he said. “He was sick for a while, so it wasn’t a shock or anything,” he said.
Adam sighed. “I still feel really bad,” he said softly, giving him an apologetic look.
Tommy smiled and shook his head. “Really, it’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “So, your mom is just as bad as mine?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, she-“ Adam was cut off by the phone ringing. He groaned. “Speak of the devil,” he said with a sigh.
“And she calls?” Tommy asked, and Adam nodded.
“I need to answer this so why don’t you and Anna go look around?” he said. “You can go anywhere but fair warning, I haven’t cleaned my room in like… two weeks,” he said, cringing. “There might be towels so old and gross they’ll come alive and eat your toes if you walk on them,” he said.
Tommy and Anna both laughed but nodded as they walked off to explore.
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“Hey mama,” Adam said, smiling as he walked to the refrigerator to get things out.
“Hey, what’s up, Adam?” she asked.
Adam propped the phone between his ear and shoulder. “Getting stuff out to cook lunch,” he said.
“You’re cooking actual lunch?” she asked. “I figured you were still eating those gross bar things you eat when you diet,” she said.
He laughed. “I like those ‘gross bar things’, they’re healthy and don’t completely suck,” he said. “And nah, I’ve got a friend over,” he said.
“Oooh, you’re cooking lunch for a ‘friend’?” she asked.
Adam groaned. “NO! It’s just a friend. I was actually just telling him all about how you won’t ease up. He says his mom’s just as bad,” he said.
“So, who is this friend?” she asked.
Adam smiled. “His name’s Tommy. He’s got a twelve year old daughter, too,” he added.
“Wow, I didn’t think any of your friends were that old,” she said.
“He’s actually only thirty-one,” he said. “Not that it matters, he’s just a friend,” he reiterated. “I know how your brain works,” he said suspiciously.
“Hey, he’s got a kid, I wouldn’t expect it’s more than a friend if he’s got a kid,” she said.
Adam frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked with a frown.
“Just that you’re a pretty social person and not many young people want to commit to someone with a kid,” she said simply.
Adam huffed. “That’s sort of mean, mama. Tommy’s got just as much chance of meeting someone as I do!” he argued.
“Oh come on, Adam. How many women that age group want to deal with competing for attention with a twelve year old girl?” she asked. “And definitely not a man,” she said. “I mean, would you want to date someone with a kid?” she asked pointedly.
“I wouldn’t have a problem!” he said. “I mean, she’s pretty cool, I don’t see why someone would have a problem with a single dad, and a woman shouldn’t be trying to compete for attention with his daughter! Anybody dating a single parent should know better than that!” he argued. “God, what is up with people today?!” he snapped.
“Whoa, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, son. I’m sure your friend’s a great person-“
“No, I’m sorry,” he said, sighing. “It’s just Brad was over and he said the same thing when I told him who was coming over. He said almost the exact same thing you did and it really annoys me,” he said. “Add in that Tommy has some belief that he’ll never meet someone who wants to deal with a kid so he sees no reason to bother and it’s not true, I’m sure there’s plenty of women or men out there. I mean, I like Anna! She’s pretty cool to be a twelve year old girl. She’s funny, and adorable, and really smart. She’s very talented too. I helped her and her friend on their school project and she was playing the guitar and for a kid, she’s good!” he said. “Monte says he thinks she’ll be amazing once she’s big enough to actually reach well.”
“Who’s kid is she Adam, your friend or yours?” she teased. “Baby, trust me, not everybody likes other people’s kids like that. Honestly, he’s lucky enough that you invited them both over to hang out. To be honest, he’s probably right about it being difficult to meet someone.”
Adam sighed. “I just don’t see it. Tons of people marry again and they have kids the whole time! I just hate that Anna wants him to be happy and he doesn’t think he can meet someone,” he said. “I wish I knew a girl I could set him up with,” he said. “I know for a fact I don’t know any guys he’d like,” he added.
“So what does Tommy do for a living?” she asked.
“He works at Monte’s shop. He teaches guitar and piano there too,” he said. “I still haven’t really heard him play, but Monte says he’s amazing,” he said. “His whole house is full of music stuff and horror movie stuff,” he said. “He’s got tattoos of horror characters all over his arms,” he said with a giggle. “And it’s so funny because he’s tiny and looks like a pixie or fairy or something, other than his tattoos and piercings.”
“Uh-oh, short, tattooed and pierced, AND musical?” she teased, and Adam huffed.
“I. Do. Not. Have. A. TYPE!” he snapped. “He’s just a friend,” he argued.
“Alright, just keep in touch. Call me when you end up together,” his mother teased before hanging up on him so he couldn’t argue.
He just glared at the phone. “TRAITOR!” he cried.
“Who is?” Tommy asked, walking in.
Adam whirled around. “Oh, just my mom. She’s annoying me,” he said, grumbling. “Everybody’s annoying me today, actually,” he said, groaning as he laid out what he needed.
“Am I annoying you?” Tommy asked, leaning his back against the counter to smile up at Adam.
Adam smiled. “No, you’re not annoying,” he said. “It’s my evil best friend and my nosey mom,” he said. “Brad wouldn’t leave me alone for anything and then my mother called and I mentioned you guys were over and she had to give me the third degree about who you guys were and then once I’d done that she got into the ‘soooo, are you seeing anybody?’ thing again, and she’s so nosey!” her whined, skirting over what she’d said about Tommy. “I swear, mothers, huh?” he said.
Tommy smiled. “Mine’s actually not that bad, but she does ask about whether or not I’m seeing anybody nearly every time we talk,” he agreed. “So, that was Brad, huh?” he asked, and Adam nodded. “He really does look like me,” he said, snickering. “You know, Monte told me you had a type,” he teased.
Adam groaned. “Don’t believe Monte’s lies, I do not have a type!” he argued. “Just because a good few of my boyfriends have been shorter, tattooed, pretty, and brown eyed doesn’t have anything to do with a type.”
Tommy chuckled. “I’ll admit I have a type in women,” he said. “Petite, so they aren’t bigger than me, dark hair, darker complexions, but not fake-looking tans, and pretty faces,” he said. “I don’t have a type in guys since I’ve never actually dated a guy,” he said.
Adam frowned. “I can’t imagine not dating guys if I were interested in them,” he said. “Well, I can’t imagine being bi anyways, girls just DO NOT work for me,” he said, shuddering.
Tommy chuckled. “Well, seeing as I’ve only ever dated girls, they obviously work for me,” he said.
“How do you know you’re even bi?” he asked, looking at him. “I mean, I’m not saying I doubt you at all, but if you’ve only ever been with girls, just thinking a guy’s hot doesn’t necessarily mean you’re bisexual. I mean, I still think girls are pretty, I just don’t want to date them or, God forbid, have sex with one!” he said, shuddering.
Tommy chuckled. “Just because I’ve never dated a guy doesn’t mean I’ve never had sex with guys,” he said, and Adam raised an eyebrow. “I actually lost my virginity to a guy,” he said, and Adam raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” he asked, and Tommy nodded.
“Yeah, when I was fourteen,” he said, cringing. “I was SUCH a bad kid,” he pointed out again. “I didn’t even like him that much, but it was more about just rebelling as much as I could. I mean, what better way to say ‘fuck you’ to the world and have gay sex at fourteen?” he asked, chuckling as he cringed. “I’m actually pretty lucky because the guy was older and far from a virgin and we didn’t bother with condoms. I’m VERY lucky after all the guys and girls I slept with as a teenager and in my early twenties, especially since half the time with the guys I didn’t use condoms, that I’m negative,” he said, cringing.
Adam gaped. “Hell yeah you’re lucky! I mean, I know you said you were a bad kid, but that’s bad,” he said.
Tommy nodded, cringing. “I never said I was smart,” he said. “Thank GOD I never got anything. I guess I just got lucky. I know I’ll never make that mistake again, because eventually luck runs out,” he said.
Adam nodded. “You hear about it all the time,” he said. “Especially in teenagers who seem to think they’re invincible,” he said, rolling his eyes. “At least that was one benefit of being fat and dorky as a teenager. I was old enough by the time I started having sex that I at least had a better grasp of the fact that ‘no, I’m not invincible’ so I knew to be safe and get tested and stuff,” he said.
Tommy chuckled. “I would say I regret how I behaved as a teenager, but to be honest you have to make mistakes to learn, you know?” he said, and Adam nodded. “And I mean, if I had been a smarter kid, Anna might not be here, and that’s definitely not something I’d have changed,” he said.
Adam smiled and laughed. “You really can’t not mention her every few minutes,” he said with a smile. “It’s absolutely adorable,” he teased. “Speaking of which, where is she?” he asked.
Tommy smiled bashfully. “I think she’s raiding your CD case. We’ll probably hear your stereo any minute,” he said. “Either that or she’s trashing your room just for shits and giggles because her inner rebellious side kicked in,” he joked.
Adam chuckled. “Inner rebellious side nothing. She told me about the thing with the amps in music class,” he said. “Her little smart ass rebellious side is front and center, she’s just a harmless prankster instead of a little shit like her dad was,” he teased.
Tommy grinned. “She makes me proud.” Adam laughed and shook his head. “So, what’s for lunch?” he asked, watching Adam prepare stuff.
“Pasta and vegetables,” Adam said. “Healthy and delicious!”
Tommy made a face. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” he said suspiciously.
Adam grinned. “I promise it’s good,” he said. “I’m a pretty good cook, really. I love getting to feed people.”
Tommy smiled. “Well aren’t you the little house wife,” he teased, earning a flat look.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Tommy's daughter Anna is growing up and he can't stand it. She's beautiful, smart, and a sneaky little shit, in his opinion. When Tommy gets nervous around one of Monte's friends, Anna's determined to make sure her dad gets a happily ever after... even if it takes some work.
Disclaimer: Not mine, total work of fiction, blah blah blah
Author's Note: Here, have another!
Adam left to go to rehearsal but promised to call Tommy later to see about lunch and hanging out at his place the following afternoon. As soon as he was gone, Anna turned to Tommy with a suspicious look on her face. “What was that about ‘friends’?” she asked pointedly. “You’ve got lots of friends but I’ve never walked in on you with any of them.”
Tommy blushed. “Hey!” he cried. “It’s not like that!” he said. He sighed. “What’s disturbing is knowing you know what you’re talking about,” he said, cringing.
“I’m twelve, not two!” she said indignantly.
Tommy sighed. “Yeah, that’s what Adam said,” he said. “Okay, all that happened was we fell asleep watching the movie,” he said.
She shot him a look. “In your bed?” she asked skeptically.
“No! On the couch,” he said. “But Adam was too tired to drive and he’s too big to sleep on the couch, so I told him he could sleep in here. That’s it!” he defended.
She shot him a look. “Sure,” she said, turning around. She stopped at the door. “Swear?” she asked, and he held up his hand solemnly.
“I mean, I’d be honest about it, to tell the truth,” Tommy said, then shrugged. “I mean, I would tell you if I was dating anybody. Especially a dude who was over hanging out,” he said.
She shrugged. “It wouldn’t bother me if you were dating Adam, I’d just really like a warning,” she said pointedly.
Tommy snorted. “Trust me, if it were like that, there wouldn’t be an unlocked door, kid,” he said, shoving her playfully as he walked past.
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“Are you sure you’re not dating him?” Anna asked as they drove to Adam’s house.
Tommy chuckled. “Yeah, dude, I’m sure.” He shrugged. “He’s cool, okay? We really get along well, that’s why we hang out and talk so much after being friends not very long,” he said. “And he likes you too, so he doesn’t mind hanging out with you tagging along,” he said.
Anna shrugged. “Alright, whatever,” she said. “It’s just you never spend two days in a row hanging out with the same friend,” she said. “And you never take me with you to someone else’s house.”
Tommy smiled. “Well, you’ll like Adam’s house. He’s got an awesome place.”
When they pulled up, Anna blinked. “Damn, is his dad a rock star too?” she asked, and Tommy laughed.
“Nah, he just worked really hard to get nice stuff,” he said. “And don’t say damn,” he chastised.
Anna got out and rolled her eyes. “‘Worked really hard?’ What does he do, stand on a street corner?!” she asked, and Tommy glared.
“Hey, don’t say that about Adam. He’s got like… three jobs!” he argued. “Well, two jobs and a band,” he amended. “You don’t get paid much to play a club. The point is, when it’s just you and you’ve been out on your own for eleven years, you can actually save up, you know?” he said. “If I’d gotten myself a skill and got a job actually making a lot of money when you were born rather than pawn you off on my parents and waste five years of my life, we’d be a lot better off than we are now,” he said.
She shrugged. “I’m okay with how we are now. You’ve got a good job and you do the best you can,” she said.
Tommy smiled and hugged her, kissing her head. “I just wish sometimes I could give you more, baby,” he said, and she just rolled her eyes.
“I’ve got a dad that loves me. That’s better than some kids,” she said, and he smiled, hugging her before ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and a man that wasn’t Adam leaned against the casing, smirking. “Well, you must be the hot little thing Adam was talking abou-“
“I SAID GET OUT DAMN IT!” Adam cried, suddenly appearing. “Hey guys, sorry, but someone wouldn’t leave when I said to,” he said, then grabbed the guy by the arm and shoved him as Tommy stepped back, raising an amused eyebrow at Adam bodily shoving the guy out.
“I’m just being-“
“You’re being nosey and annoying! Go away!” Adam snapped.
The guy rolled his eyes. “Whatever, honey.” He walked down to the street where Tommy saw a motorcycle. “Call me with details, bitch!” he shouted, and Adam rolled his eyes.
“There are no details!” he cried, then paused. “But I’ll still call you,” he shouted, then turned and blushed at Tommy and Anna. “Sorry, I have a horrible best friend,” he said solemnly.
Tommy shrugged. “Eh, you’ve met Mia,” he said. “I can sympathize with you there,” he said.
Adam smiled. “Alright, well, come on in!” he said brightly. “I didn’t get around to doing everything I wanted to clean up, so sorry if you find a random sock or something somewhere. That asshat came over and distracted me going on and on about some boy he’s met,” he said, groaning. “Biggest gossip I’ve ever met. Honestly,” he said.
Tommy chuckled. “Sounds like my mom and sister. They always go on and on about the guys my sister dates,” he said.
Anna smirked. “I told grandma about how you and Delmy split up and now she asks me every time we talk about whether or not you’ve met someone new,” she said, grinning evilly.
Tommy whined. “Traitor!” he cried. “Tell her I’ve taken a permanent vow of chastity and I’m never dating again,” he replied.
Adam cringed. “My mom’s just as bad,” he said. “My dad’s more concerned with my brother’s job, but my mom never stops asking if I’ve met anybody. She’ll drop by at random and ask about every friend I’ve got over,” he said.
Tommy smiled. “My dad was always worried about me meeting someone too, but he at least understood how little I actually put into it and didn’t hound me about it,” he said.
Adam chuckled. “What, did he change his mind?” he asked.
Tommy bit his lip and looked down. “Actually he died about two years ago,” he said, and Anna made a face.
Adam gasped and put a hand over his mouth. “Oh I’m sorry I said that!” he said. “Wow, I’m such a shit,” he said, looking mortified.
Tommy shrugged and smiled. “You didn’t know,” he said. “He was sick for a while, so it wasn’t a shock or anything,” he said.
Adam sighed. “I still feel really bad,” he said softly, giving him an apologetic look.
Tommy smiled and shook his head. “Really, it’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “So, your mom is just as bad as mine?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, she-“ Adam was cut off by the phone ringing. He groaned. “Speak of the devil,” he said with a sigh.
“And she calls?” Tommy asked, and Adam nodded.
“I need to answer this so why don’t you and Anna go look around?” he said. “You can go anywhere but fair warning, I haven’t cleaned my room in like… two weeks,” he said, cringing. “There might be towels so old and gross they’ll come alive and eat your toes if you walk on them,” he said.
Tommy and Anna both laughed but nodded as they walked off to explore.
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“Hey mama,” Adam said, smiling as he walked to the refrigerator to get things out.
“Hey, what’s up, Adam?” she asked.
Adam propped the phone between his ear and shoulder. “Getting stuff out to cook lunch,” he said.
“You’re cooking actual lunch?” she asked. “I figured you were still eating those gross bar things you eat when you diet,” she said.
He laughed. “I like those ‘gross bar things’, they’re healthy and don’t completely suck,” he said. “And nah, I’ve got a friend over,” he said.
“Oooh, you’re cooking lunch for a ‘friend’?” she asked.
Adam groaned. “NO! It’s just a friend. I was actually just telling him all about how you won’t ease up. He says his mom’s just as bad,” he said.
“So, who is this friend?” she asked.
Adam smiled. “His name’s Tommy. He’s got a twelve year old daughter, too,” he added.
“Wow, I didn’t think any of your friends were that old,” she said.
“He’s actually only thirty-one,” he said. “Not that it matters, he’s just a friend,” he reiterated. “I know how your brain works,” he said suspiciously.
“Hey, he’s got a kid, I wouldn’t expect it’s more than a friend if he’s got a kid,” she said.
Adam frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked with a frown.
“Just that you’re a pretty social person and not many young people want to commit to someone with a kid,” she said simply.
Adam huffed. “That’s sort of mean, mama. Tommy’s got just as much chance of meeting someone as I do!” he argued.
“Oh come on, Adam. How many women that age group want to deal with competing for attention with a twelve year old girl?” she asked. “And definitely not a man,” she said. “I mean, would you want to date someone with a kid?” she asked pointedly.
“I wouldn’t have a problem!” he said. “I mean, she’s pretty cool, I don’t see why someone would have a problem with a single dad, and a woman shouldn’t be trying to compete for attention with his daughter! Anybody dating a single parent should know better than that!” he argued. “God, what is up with people today?!” he snapped.
“Whoa, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, son. I’m sure your friend’s a great person-“
“No, I’m sorry,” he said, sighing. “It’s just Brad was over and he said the same thing when I told him who was coming over. He said almost the exact same thing you did and it really annoys me,” he said. “Add in that Tommy has some belief that he’ll never meet someone who wants to deal with a kid so he sees no reason to bother and it’s not true, I’m sure there’s plenty of women or men out there. I mean, I like Anna! She’s pretty cool to be a twelve year old girl. She’s funny, and adorable, and really smart. She’s very talented too. I helped her and her friend on their school project and she was playing the guitar and for a kid, she’s good!” he said. “Monte says he thinks she’ll be amazing once she’s big enough to actually reach well.”
“Who’s kid is she Adam, your friend or yours?” she teased. “Baby, trust me, not everybody likes other people’s kids like that. Honestly, he’s lucky enough that you invited them both over to hang out. To be honest, he’s probably right about it being difficult to meet someone.”
Adam sighed. “I just don’t see it. Tons of people marry again and they have kids the whole time! I just hate that Anna wants him to be happy and he doesn’t think he can meet someone,” he said. “I wish I knew a girl I could set him up with,” he said. “I know for a fact I don’t know any guys he’d like,” he added.
“So what does Tommy do for a living?” she asked.
“He works at Monte’s shop. He teaches guitar and piano there too,” he said. “I still haven’t really heard him play, but Monte says he’s amazing,” he said. “His whole house is full of music stuff and horror movie stuff,” he said. “He’s got tattoos of horror characters all over his arms,” he said with a giggle. “And it’s so funny because he’s tiny and looks like a pixie or fairy or something, other than his tattoos and piercings.”
“Uh-oh, short, tattooed and pierced, AND musical?” she teased, and Adam huffed.
“I. Do. Not. Have. A. TYPE!” he snapped. “He’s just a friend,” he argued.
“Alright, just keep in touch. Call me when you end up together,” his mother teased before hanging up on him so he couldn’t argue.
He just glared at the phone. “TRAITOR!” he cried.
“Who is?” Tommy asked, walking in.
Adam whirled around. “Oh, just my mom. She’s annoying me,” he said, grumbling. “Everybody’s annoying me today, actually,” he said, groaning as he laid out what he needed.
“Am I annoying you?” Tommy asked, leaning his back against the counter to smile up at Adam.
Adam smiled. “No, you’re not annoying,” he said. “It’s my evil best friend and my nosey mom,” he said. “Brad wouldn’t leave me alone for anything and then my mother called and I mentioned you guys were over and she had to give me the third degree about who you guys were and then once I’d done that she got into the ‘soooo, are you seeing anybody?’ thing again, and she’s so nosey!” her whined, skirting over what she’d said about Tommy. “I swear, mothers, huh?” he said.
Tommy smiled. “Mine’s actually not that bad, but she does ask about whether or not I’m seeing anybody nearly every time we talk,” he agreed. “So, that was Brad, huh?” he asked, and Adam nodded. “He really does look like me,” he said, snickering. “You know, Monte told me you had a type,” he teased.
Adam groaned. “Don’t believe Monte’s lies, I do not have a type!” he argued. “Just because a good few of my boyfriends have been shorter, tattooed, pretty, and brown eyed doesn’t have anything to do with a type.”
Tommy chuckled. “I’ll admit I have a type in women,” he said. “Petite, so they aren’t bigger than me, dark hair, darker complexions, but not fake-looking tans, and pretty faces,” he said. “I don’t have a type in guys since I’ve never actually dated a guy,” he said.
Adam frowned. “I can’t imagine not dating guys if I were interested in them,” he said. “Well, I can’t imagine being bi anyways, girls just DO NOT work for me,” he said, shuddering.
Tommy chuckled. “Well, seeing as I’ve only ever dated girls, they obviously work for me,” he said.
“How do you know you’re even bi?” he asked, looking at him. “I mean, I’m not saying I doubt you at all, but if you’ve only ever been with girls, just thinking a guy’s hot doesn’t necessarily mean you’re bisexual. I mean, I still think girls are pretty, I just don’t want to date them or, God forbid, have sex with one!” he said, shuddering.
Tommy chuckled. “Just because I’ve never dated a guy doesn’t mean I’ve never had sex with guys,” he said, and Adam raised an eyebrow. “I actually lost my virginity to a guy,” he said, and Adam raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” he asked, and Tommy nodded.
“Yeah, when I was fourteen,” he said, cringing. “I was SUCH a bad kid,” he pointed out again. “I didn’t even like him that much, but it was more about just rebelling as much as I could. I mean, what better way to say ‘fuck you’ to the world and have gay sex at fourteen?” he asked, chuckling as he cringed. “I’m actually pretty lucky because the guy was older and far from a virgin and we didn’t bother with condoms. I’m VERY lucky after all the guys and girls I slept with as a teenager and in my early twenties, especially since half the time with the guys I didn’t use condoms, that I’m negative,” he said, cringing.
Adam gaped. “Hell yeah you’re lucky! I mean, I know you said you were a bad kid, but that’s bad,” he said.
Tommy nodded, cringing. “I never said I was smart,” he said. “Thank GOD I never got anything. I guess I just got lucky. I know I’ll never make that mistake again, because eventually luck runs out,” he said.
Adam nodded. “You hear about it all the time,” he said. “Especially in teenagers who seem to think they’re invincible,” he said, rolling his eyes. “At least that was one benefit of being fat and dorky as a teenager. I was old enough by the time I started having sex that I at least had a better grasp of the fact that ‘no, I’m not invincible’ so I knew to be safe and get tested and stuff,” he said.
Tommy chuckled. “I would say I regret how I behaved as a teenager, but to be honest you have to make mistakes to learn, you know?” he said, and Adam nodded. “And I mean, if I had been a smarter kid, Anna might not be here, and that’s definitely not something I’d have changed,” he said.
Adam smiled and laughed. “You really can’t not mention her every few minutes,” he said with a smile. “It’s absolutely adorable,” he teased. “Speaking of which, where is she?” he asked.
Tommy smiled bashfully. “I think she’s raiding your CD case. We’ll probably hear your stereo any minute,” he said. “Either that or she’s trashing your room just for shits and giggles because her inner rebellious side kicked in,” he joked.
Adam chuckled. “Inner rebellious side nothing. She told me about the thing with the amps in music class,” he said. “Her little smart ass rebellious side is front and center, she’s just a harmless prankster instead of a little shit like her dad was,” he teased.
Tommy grinned. “She makes me proud.” Adam laughed and shook his head. “So, what’s for lunch?” he asked, watching Adam prepare stuff.
“Pasta and vegetables,” Adam said. “Healthy and delicious!”
Tommy made a face. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” he said suspiciously.
Adam grinned. “I promise it’s good,” he said. “I’m a pretty good cook, really. I love getting to feed people.”
Tommy smiled. “Well aren’t you the little house wife,” he teased, earning a flat look.