"Damn you Lambert and your stupid boots!"
This is my very first fic EVER, so be gentle.
Disclaimer- this is a work of fiction, written about real people in unreal events. Didn't happen, probably never will. If you got here by googling yourself, hit the back button right away.
Notes- this is what happens when I day dream to "If I had you"...
Summary- Kradam has a reunion concert and room together the days before. Kris thinks he broke his nose.
Rating- PG-13 only because of language
Kris and Adam made their way to thier hotel room quietly, Kris fumbling with the room keys and Adam busy tweeting on his phone behind him. They had insisted on getting a room together, despite the warning glances from their managers. They were friends, best friends, and they were used to rooming together.
Kris pushed the door open and stepped inside the dark room, letting out a loud "OOF!" and falling face first onto the ugly carpet. Adam chuckled and flipped the light switch, looking down at him, an amused smirk playing at his freckled lips. Kris groaned and pulled himself to his feet. "What the h-?"
He looked down to see a box..a shoe box laying infront of the door. Adam's eyes widend and his face lit up.
"My boots arrived! Ooh..Jenny must have brought them by!"
"Your..boots? I almost broke my nose because of your damn boots?!"
Adam huffed and grabbed the box, cradeling it to his chest and peeking inside. He giggled excitedly and put the box on his bed, taking off the lid and throwing it behind him.
"OW!"
Adam grinned and pulled out the boots, kicking off the batterd black combat boots he was wearing and pulling the snakeskin ones on.
"Oooh." He purred, eyeing his feet like he was in love. "Aren't they fabulous Kris?"
Kris looked up, eyes narrowing, blood dripping from his nose. " Yes Adam, you look like beautiful fricken princess."
Adam sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh kris, your bleeding!"
Kris rolled his eyes. "Duh."
"Awww come here baby!" Adam grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom, wetting a paper towel and cleaning the dried blood carefully from kris' mouth and nose. His baby blues were bright with concern for his best friend. He smiled and made Kris hold a bunch of balled up.
"Dont call me baby." Kris mumbled around the toilet paper. Adam sighed and ruffled his hair.
"Alright, Im sorry..muffin."
"Muffin?!"
"Muffin." Adam grinned with a sharp nod. " As soon as your done bleeding we have to go do our meet and great."
Kris moaned and put his forehead against the cold sink counter. Adam rubbed his back soothingly. " Ive got to get ready."
Literally half an hour later- Adam took that long- they took the elevator downstairs. Adam was on his phone again. Kris moaned.
"Do you ever put that thing down?!"
Adam didnt even look up. "Im talking to brad, shut up."
"Your texting.."
"And?"
"He...cant..hear..you?"
" Shhh!"
*DING* The elavator opend and Kris went to step out, the tip of his foot hitting something hard and sending him back onto the ground. He glared at the culprit.
"Damn you Lambert and your stupid boots!"
Adam laughed and stepped over him.
