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I asked for a few prompts for my English homework. I wrote fanfiction instead.
Okay, so this is going to apply to all of the following drabbles.
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, relationship and friendship
Rating: PG, for the most part
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these are true. Unless, they are. Which I have no idea about. And neither do you. And if you do, then kindly hit the back button. Right. Now.
Notes: The lovely thissinkingboat provided most of these prompts. The rest are from my head. Also, this is my very first attempt at serious writing of any sort, so... yeah.
Tears
You never were one to cry. Sad movies, skun knees, even death... dry eyes. No one said anything about it; it's just the way you were. Even when she left you, you had been heartbroken and angry and confused, but you did not cry.
When he sat you down and said, "It's not just a crush," you felt as if the air had been sucked from your lungs. You looked him the eye and said, simply, "No."
The way his face crumpled made your stomach turn over. It shouldn't have been like this. When he slammed the door shut, you shut your eyes in surprise. It was then you realized you had been crying.
Pillows
When he was away, off on a tour or waiting at home while you were on tour, there was something you missed almost as much as his presence. For weeks, you couldn't figure out what it was.
It happened by chance, really, that you walked by the man at the mall who just happened to be wearing Dior Homme. Instantly, you thought of him. You craved his touch, his strong arms surrounding you.
You told him that night, during one of your many phone calls. He didn't laugh like you were expecting. He just sighed fondly and said he missed your stupid face.
The next week, you received an odd package. Stuffed in a box, was his pillow. Almost forgotten at the bottom, lay a note - "For when you miss me."
No one dared to ask why you carried that pillow everywhere you went.
Rain
He showed up on your doorstep, soaked by the unexpected rain. You couldn't tell if he had been crying, or if the rain had just made beautiful trails down his cheeks.
"It's over," he said. "I told her I couldn't do it anymore. I said... I said that I needed you and - and she kicked me out. Not that I blame her," he said with a sad laugh.
You didn't think twice before gathering him in your arms. Although it had been months since you last spoke to him, he was still the same old Kris. And he needed you. He said it himself.
You got him out of his wet clothes and sat with him by the fireplace. Your mind raced as you held him. He shivered slightly and you pulled him closer. Explanations could wait.
Flowers
You were setting the table just as the doorbell rang. 'It couldn't be Jared... he lives here; he wouldn't need to do that,' you thought. Who in the world could it be?
You opened the door to a large bouquet of flowers... covering up a short, stuttering man. "Delivery for Adam Lambert," he managed. You took the flowers from him and said thanks with a confused smile.
There was a small card attached to one of the leaves. "I just wanted to wish you and Jared a happy anniversary. I hope you have a good day. - Kris"
With a heavy heart and bittersweet smile, you closed the door.
Freckles
Yes, he had heard all the cliches about 'connecting the dots' or 'searching for the constellations.' And yes, he had rolled his eyes. Hard. They were just freckles. Sure, they were pretty... but, it ain't that deep, yo.
All that changed when he lay in bed, staring at the milky skin in front of him. There were hundreds, heck... thousands of them. He wanted to trace them with his fingers, then his lips, and finally his tongue.
So he did.
Plaid
Adam tried his hardest to rid Kris of that horrid plaid. He wore it practically every day. Couldn't he just wear black for once?
The look on Kris' face when Adam suggested that was heartbreaking. He looked at Adam as if he had suggested kicking a puppy instead.
Adam threw his hands in the air with a sigh. The plaid could stay.
Okay, so this is going to apply to all of the following drabbles.
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, relationship and friendship
Rating: PG, for the most part
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these are true. Unless, they are. Which I have no idea about. And neither do you. And if you do, then kindly hit the back button. Right. Now.
Notes: The lovely thissinkingboat provided most of these prompts. The rest are from my head. Also, this is my very first attempt at serious writing of any sort, so... yeah.
Tears
You never were one to cry. Sad movies, skun knees, even death... dry eyes. No one said anything about it; it's just the way you were. Even when she left you, you had been heartbroken and angry and confused, but you did not cry.
When he sat you down and said, "It's not just a crush," you felt as if the air had been sucked from your lungs. You looked him the eye and said, simply, "No."
The way his face crumpled made your stomach turn over. It shouldn't have been like this. When he slammed the door shut, you shut your eyes in surprise. It was then you realized you had been crying.
Pillows
When he was away, off on a tour or waiting at home while you were on tour, there was something you missed almost as much as his presence. For weeks, you couldn't figure out what it was.
It happened by chance, really, that you walked by the man at the mall who just happened to be wearing Dior Homme. Instantly, you thought of him. You craved his touch, his strong arms surrounding you.
You told him that night, during one of your many phone calls. He didn't laugh like you were expecting. He just sighed fondly and said he missed your stupid face.
The next week, you received an odd package. Stuffed in a box, was his pillow. Almost forgotten at the bottom, lay a note - "For when you miss me."
No one dared to ask why you carried that pillow everywhere you went.
Rain
He showed up on your doorstep, soaked by the unexpected rain. You couldn't tell if he had been crying, or if the rain had just made beautiful trails down his cheeks.
"It's over," he said. "I told her I couldn't do it anymore. I said... I said that I needed you and - and she kicked me out. Not that I blame her," he said with a sad laugh.
You didn't think twice before gathering him in your arms. Although it had been months since you last spoke to him, he was still the same old Kris. And he needed you. He said it himself.
You got him out of his wet clothes and sat with him by the fireplace. Your mind raced as you held him. He shivered slightly and you pulled him closer. Explanations could wait.
Flowers
You were setting the table just as the doorbell rang. 'It couldn't be Jared... he lives here; he wouldn't need to do that,' you thought. Who in the world could it be?
You opened the door to a large bouquet of flowers... covering up a short, stuttering man. "Delivery for Adam Lambert," he managed. You took the flowers from him and said thanks with a confused smile.
There was a small card attached to one of the leaves. "I just wanted to wish you and Jared a happy anniversary. I hope you have a good day. - Kris"
With a heavy heart and bittersweet smile, you closed the door.
Freckles
Yes, he had heard all the cliches about 'connecting the dots' or 'searching for the constellations.' And yes, he had rolled his eyes. Hard. They were just freckles. Sure, they were pretty... but, it ain't that deep, yo.
All that changed when he lay in bed, staring at the milky skin in front of him. There were hundreds, heck... thousands of them. He wanted to trace them with his fingers, then his lips, and finally his tongue.
So he did.
Plaid
Adam tried his hardest to rid Kris of that horrid plaid. He wore it practically every day. Couldn't he just wear black for once?
The look on Kris' face when Adam suggested that was heartbreaking. He looked at Adam as if he had suggested kicking a puppy instead.
Adam threw his hands in the air with a sigh. The plaid could stay.