Title: Trick or Treat
Title: Trick or Treat
Author: itsa_love_story
Rating: PG
Summary: Drabble in which Adam insists he and Kris go trick or treating.
Disclaimer: Fictional story in which I don't claim to know anyone mentioned or claim to state this as fact. Purely for reading enjoyment.
Comments are love! :)
“Uhm.”
Kris cocked his head to the side and leaned against the door he had just opened, hand falling off the door knob.
“Trick or treat!” Adam grinned widely, holding a plastic jack o lantern bucket in front of him. His eyes sparkled and he shook the bucket. Kris looked at him and shrugged after a few moments.
“I… I don’t get it.”
Adam rolled his eyes gestured with his free hand at himself.
“Neutral colored plaid shirt. Tight ass jeans. Converse. Spikey hair.”
“Wait, you’re me?!” Kris laughed loudly and Adam nodded.
“Bingo! Now where’s my candy?” Kris smirked at the tight clothes stretched across Adam's lanky frame and shook his head.
"You do not make a good me."
"Shut the fuck up, of course I do."
“And it’s like, one in the afternoon.”
“It’s Halloween, jackass. I want my treat.”
“Who goes trick or treating after lunch? It isn’t even dark yet!”
“… Are you forgetting that I’m also not a small child?” Adam said pointedly and Kris drew his mouth into a thin line.
“There’s some well thought out plan involving me, isn’t there.”
"Maybe."
Katy turned the corner, straightening her witch’s hat in the hall mirror before looking to the open doorway.
“We have an early Halloween visitor. I think he might be lost,” Kris gestured to Adam. Katy walked over and put her hands on her hips.
“Oh, how cute, you two match now!” She squealed and Kris sighed. Adam’s nose scrunched up and Kris smiled at the freckles he could see scattered across his friend’s bare face.
“Not for much longer,” Adam grinned and reached down beside him, pulling a large duffel bag over his arm. Katy motioned for him to come in and he kissed her cheek, handing the pumpkin bucket to Kris as he walked past him, Katy under his arm. Kris looked in the bucket when he heard it rattle and frowned.
“Who was giving out peach schnapps?!”
“Your neighbors are quite hospitable. Now come along, Kristopher. We have work to do!” Adam called from another room. After a loud crash that echoed down the hallway, Katy laughed and clapped her hands. Kris sighed.
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“Tell me again why we’re trick or treating.”
“Because it’s awesome. I want candy.”
“If you let me go, I’ll go and buy you enough Hershey bars to fill your Mustang.”
“Hm... Tempting. But no. I am enjoying myself way too much here.”
“You’re heavy, at least move a little so I can breathe,” Kris squirmed under Adam, stretching his back into an arch and Adam scooted backwards from his place between Kris’ legs, holding his arms to his sides.
“Okay?”
“...Fine. Go ahead.” Adam grinned and leaned right back in front of Kris, dabbing at the containers of glittery swirls of color on his lap and swiping his fingers across Kris’ eyelids in concentration.
“Ooo. Warm colors work in your favor, honey,” Katy nodded from across the room, watching Adam sitting on her husband’s lap with a sly smile. Kris cracked an eye open and stuck his tongue out at her.
"Can you at least tell me what you're doing to my face?"
"No. And stop moving."
"Fine," he mumbled and Adam grabbed his chin, angling his face away from him.
"Katy, darling, can you get the hair dye out of the bag?"
"Hair dye? Adam!" Kris frowned, leaning forward, shaking his head as Katy rummaged through Adam's bag for the box he was asking for.
"Okay it's not dye as much as it is like, wash out color. It's fine. It's basically paint."
"Lovely."
"Now I need to get the outfit and I swear to god Kris if you get any fucking makeup, on it or you spill food your ass is mine."
"Hey, the same lecture you got from the tour costuming crew, how ironic," Kris grinned. Adam frowned at him and Katy giggled.
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"I look ridiculous. You're such an idiot," Kris looked into the full length mirror in his bedroom, pulling at the leather jacket. Adam slid beside him and ruffled Kris' hair once more before nodding in approval.
"There. I think I accomplished what I set out to do."
"Which was?"
"To switch ourselves, my dear. I am dressed like the small town all American country boy with a questionable love for plaid-"
"Gee, thanks."
"And you are dressed like the kick ass rock star who is adored by everyone. I mean come on. It's so fucking genius I can't stand it. You need eyeliner more often. Look at yourself," he pushed Kris forward and Kris stumbled before leaning down and inspecting himself in the mirror.
"Hm. I do look kind of hot."
"Kind of? If your wife wasn't here I'd completely have molested you by now."
"Oh please, don't stop on my behalf," Katy laughed, walking past them with a bowl of candy. Adam snagged a piece as she went by and peeled open the wrapper, chewing happily on the chocolate bar he held tightly.
"You give out king size Halloween candy. I adore you, Kristopher."
"What kind of American Idol would I be if I gave out fun size Snickers. Ok so I'm glam and you're not. Now what."
"We go trick or treating!" Adam smiled, handing Kris his guitar and racing out of the room, pulling Kris along behind him.
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"What happens if they don't know us?" Kris asked, adjusting his guitar strap over his shoulder.
"Then we don't get a treat. How many votes did we get for the country again? Like, this is LA. Our chances have to be good," Adam said thoughtfully, ruffling his hair.
"And why do I have the guitar, shouldn't you have it?"
"Well we want them to give us treats, not throw them at us in anger and rage."
"... What am I playing?"
"Surprise me," Adam grinned and the door to the home before them swung open. Two young girls looked at them, a bowl of candy between them, looking up in confusion.
"Hi!" Kris grinned and Adam hit his arm.
"What is wrong with you!"
"Ow!"
"It's Halloween! Trick or treat, ladies!" Adam smiled widely and the girls looked at each other.
"Aren't you a little old to be going to houses for candy. What are you supposed to be anyways?" the smaller one asked.
"I bet they aren't allowed to watch tv," Adam whispered.
"Clearly your plan is working well so far," Kris nodded.
"I'm the American Idol. See?" Adam said, pointing to his costume.
"So... You're dressed like David Archuleta?" the other girl asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Okay, next house," Adam sighed, walking back down the front steps. Kris waved at the girls before following Adam.
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Katy answered the doorbell, balancing the large candy bowl on her hip, phone balanced on her shoulder as she opened the door.
"Let us in, please," Adam begged, eyes wide.
"I have to go. The boys have returned," Katy said into the phone before clicking it off and unlocking the screen door. Adam hurried inside, breathing heavily, his pumpkin bucket falling to the ground, contents spilling across the floor.
"I don't know about you, but I enjoyed the hell out of that," Kris laughed, shutting the door behind him, munching on a popcorn ball. Katy watched as Adam slid to the floor and put his head in his hands.
"What did you get, sweetie?" she asked, crouching down beside him.
"I got condoms." Kris laughed loudly and Katy bit her bottom lip, lips twitching in a smile.
"... Condoms?"
"Chocolate flavored condoms," Adam sighed.
"Kids these days," Katy grinned and Kris laughed harder, bent over in half before collapsing to the floor.
"I also got four phone numbers of your creepy, old lady neighbors-"
"Mrs. Alberts is nice, honestly," Katy interrupted.
"Well I got groped by the nice Mrs. Alberts. And chased down the street by screaming little girls."
"That's what that noise was. They didn't chase you, baby?" she asked, looking at Kris.
"No, thank god. They can chase him all they want. Much more entertaining."
"Well, you look adorable, Adam," Katy smiled, petting his hair before standing back up. Adam smiled, looking at Kris.
"It was successful, wasn't it."
"It was. And I might love glitter now."
Author: itsa_love_story
Rating: PG
Summary: Drabble in which Adam insists he and Kris go trick or treating.
Disclaimer: Fictional story in which I don't claim to know anyone mentioned or claim to state this as fact. Purely for reading enjoyment.
Comments are love! :)
“Uhm.”
Kris cocked his head to the side and leaned against the door he had just opened, hand falling off the door knob.
“Trick or treat!” Adam grinned widely, holding a plastic jack o lantern bucket in front of him. His eyes sparkled and he shook the bucket. Kris looked at him and shrugged after a few moments.
“I… I don’t get it.”
Adam rolled his eyes gestured with his free hand at himself.
“Neutral colored plaid shirt. Tight ass jeans. Converse. Spikey hair.”
“Wait, you’re me?!” Kris laughed loudly and Adam nodded.
“Bingo! Now where’s my candy?” Kris smirked at the tight clothes stretched across Adam's lanky frame and shook his head.
"You do not make a good me."
"Shut the fuck up, of course I do."
“And it’s like, one in the afternoon.”
“It’s Halloween, jackass. I want my treat.”
“Who goes trick or treating after lunch? It isn’t even dark yet!”
“… Are you forgetting that I’m also not a small child?” Adam said pointedly and Kris drew his mouth into a thin line.
“There’s some well thought out plan involving me, isn’t there.”
"Maybe."
Katy turned the corner, straightening her witch’s hat in the hall mirror before looking to the open doorway.
“We have an early Halloween visitor. I think he might be lost,” Kris gestured to Adam. Katy walked over and put her hands on her hips.
“Oh, how cute, you two match now!” She squealed and Kris sighed. Adam’s nose scrunched up and Kris smiled at the freckles he could see scattered across his friend’s bare face.
“Not for much longer,” Adam grinned and reached down beside him, pulling a large duffel bag over his arm. Katy motioned for him to come in and he kissed her cheek, handing the pumpkin bucket to Kris as he walked past him, Katy under his arm. Kris looked in the bucket when he heard it rattle and frowned.
“Who was giving out peach schnapps?!”
“Your neighbors are quite hospitable. Now come along, Kristopher. We have work to do!” Adam called from another room. After a loud crash that echoed down the hallway, Katy laughed and clapped her hands. Kris sighed.
----------
“Tell me again why we’re trick or treating.”
“Because it’s awesome. I want candy.”
“If you let me go, I’ll go and buy you enough Hershey bars to fill your Mustang.”
“Hm... Tempting. But no. I am enjoying myself way too much here.”
“You’re heavy, at least move a little so I can breathe,” Kris squirmed under Adam, stretching his back into an arch and Adam scooted backwards from his place between Kris’ legs, holding his arms to his sides.
“Okay?”
“...Fine. Go ahead.” Adam grinned and leaned right back in front of Kris, dabbing at the containers of glittery swirls of color on his lap and swiping his fingers across Kris’ eyelids in concentration.
“Ooo. Warm colors work in your favor, honey,” Katy nodded from across the room, watching Adam sitting on her husband’s lap with a sly smile. Kris cracked an eye open and stuck his tongue out at her.
"Can you at least tell me what you're doing to my face?"
"No. And stop moving."
"Fine," he mumbled and Adam grabbed his chin, angling his face away from him.
"Katy, darling, can you get the hair dye out of the bag?"
"Hair dye? Adam!" Kris frowned, leaning forward, shaking his head as Katy rummaged through Adam's bag for the box he was asking for.
"Okay it's not dye as much as it is like, wash out color. It's fine. It's basically paint."
"Lovely."
"Now I need to get the outfit and I swear to god Kris if you get any fucking makeup, on it or you spill food your ass is mine."
"Hey, the same lecture you got from the tour costuming crew, how ironic," Kris grinned. Adam frowned at him and Katy giggled.
----------
"I look ridiculous. You're such an idiot," Kris looked into the full length mirror in his bedroom, pulling at the leather jacket. Adam slid beside him and ruffled Kris' hair once more before nodding in approval.
"There. I think I accomplished what I set out to do."
"Which was?"
"To switch ourselves, my dear. I am dressed like the small town all American country boy with a questionable love for plaid-"
"Gee, thanks."
"And you are dressed like the kick ass rock star who is adored by everyone. I mean come on. It's so fucking genius I can't stand it. You need eyeliner more often. Look at yourself," he pushed Kris forward and Kris stumbled before leaning down and inspecting himself in the mirror.
"Hm. I do look kind of hot."
"Kind of? If your wife wasn't here I'd completely have molested you by now."
"Oh please, don't stop on my behalf," Katy laughed, walking past them with a bowl of candy. Adam snagged a piece as she went by and peeled open the wrapper, chewing happily on the chocolate bar he held tightly.
"You give out king size Halloween candy. I adore you, Kristopher."
"What kind of American Idol would I be if I gave out fun size Snickers. Ok so I'm glam and you're not. Now what."
"We go trick or treating!" Adam smiled, handing Kris his guitar and racing out of the room, pulling Kris along behind him.
----------
"What happens if they don't know us?" Kris asked, adjusting his guitar strap over his shoulder.
"Then we don't get a treat. How many votes did we get for the country again? Like, this is LA. Our chances have to be good," Adam said thoughtfully, ruffling his hair.
"And why do I have the guitar, shouldn't you have it?"
"Well we want them to give us treats, not throw them at us in anger and rage."
"... What am I playing?"
"Surprise me," Adam grinned and the door to the home before them swung open. Two young girls looked at them, a bowl of candy between them, looking up in confusion.
"Hi!" Kris grinned and Adam hit his arm.
"What is wrong with you!"
"Ow!"
"It's Halloween! Trick or treat, ladies!" Adam smiled widely and the girls looked at each other.
"Aren't you a little old to be going to houses for candy. What are you supposed to be anyways?" the smaller one asked.
"I bet they aren't allowed to watch tv," Adam whispered.
"Clearly your plan is working well so far," Kris nodded.
"I'm the American Idol. See?" Adam said, pointing to his costume.
"So... You're dressed like David Archuleta?" the other girl asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Okay, next house," Adam sighed, walking back down the front steps. Kris waved at the girls before following Adam.
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Katy answered the doorbell, balancing the large candy bowl on her hip, phone balanced on her shoulder as she opened the door.
"Let us in, please," Adam begged, eyes wide.
"I have to go. The boys have returned," Katy said into the phone before clicking it off and unlocking the screen door. Adam hurried inside, breathing heavily, his pumpkin bucket falling to the ground, contents spilling across the floor.
"I don't know about you, but I enjoyed the hell out of that," Kris laughed, shutting the door behind him, munching on a popcorn ball. Katy watched as Adam slid to the floor and put his head in his hands.
"What did you get, sweetie?" she asked, crouching down beside him.
"I got condoms." Kris laughed loudly and Katy bit her bottom lip, lips twitching in a smile.
"... Condoms?"
"Chocolate flavored condoms," Adam sighed.
"Kids these days," Katy grinned and Kris laughed harder, bent over in half before collapsing to the floor.
"I also got four phone numbers of your creepy, old lady neighbors-"
"Mrs. Alberts is nice, honestly," Katy interrupted.
"Well I got groped by the nice Mrs. Alberts. And chased down the street by screaming little girls."
"That's what that noise was. They didn't chase you, baby?" she asked, looking at Kris.
"No, thank god. They can chase him all they want. Much more entertaining."
"Well, you look adorable, Adam," Katy smiled, petting his hair before standing back up. Adam smiled, looking at Kris.
"It was successful, wasn't it."
"It was. And I might love glitter now."