The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 13
The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 13
By: we_dreamerz
Betaed By: atomic_dawn
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff
Genre & Timeline: RPS - AU Fantasy
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 5,358
Status: WIP
Warnings: AU - This story will varry from canon. And the timeline is NOT the same. Angsty chapter
Disclaimer: It's not true...it didn't happen and Adam and Tommy belong to themselves. This is fiction. (Or so they want us to believe)
Summary: Adam has just stepped off of the American Idol tour and into the exhausting life of a rock star. It's everything he's always wanted but something is missing. Tommy has dreams; dreams that don't include living the ordinary, boring life laid out for him. But when you're a Pixie, what other choice do you have? They come from different worlds, but when they touch, the magic is undeniable.
Chapter 13
The clock on the mantle seemed unnaturally loud as Brad sat, enveloped by Adam's couch. He tapped his foot and flipped unseeing through a gossip rag. He sighed. Adam had been upstairs getting ready for what seemed like forever.
"Does he always take this long?" Jon asked from where he reclined on the windowsill.
Brad looked up to face him and shrugged. "He's preparing for war.”
And he was. Adam was determined. They’d spent all day learning about the ways of the Fairy Court. The King oversaw all of the magical creatures but each species had a representative in the Counsel of Elders. The current King was a fairy and although he held the throne, the Counsel’s wishes were taken into account in all matters.
Jon explained what had happened in the Hall of Knowledge, how Feather had helped them discover the secret to the spell despite her fear that she might be let go from the job that she loved. But it turned out that someone had been listening.
One of the junior librarians, a little goblin named Danillo, had seen Tommy and Jon disappear into the secret passage, and had followed them. He’d listened in the doorway and reported back to the Elders with what he’d overheard. The Elders had then petitioned the King for an inquisition, claiming that Tommy’s knowledge of their magical world could put them all in danger.
Adam had listened carefully to everything Jon said, asking questions here and there about this person and that. From what Brad could understand, in the end it was the King who would make the decision. His will would not be questioned once the decision was made. But he had a history of deferring to the Elders, for peace was his highest goal. He didn’t wish to ignite a rebellion.
Jon nodded at Brad’s comment and looked back into the garden, sighing. He was tense, Brad could see that. His best friend had been taken by the King. But he’d told Adam himself that Tommy wouldn’t be harmed. Brad had to wonder what consequences made him so nervous.
Brad stood up and glanced at the clock. They had to leave in an hour but he was tired of sitting idly by. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can make you something,” Brad asked as he walked into the kitchen. A few moments later Jon followed him, perching on the counter, watching as Brad rummaged in the refrigerator.
He threw together a salad and chopped up a small portion for Jon, using the tiny plate and fork that Adam had bought for Tommy. Jon sat down and quietly thanked him.
Brad nodded, poking through the greens, not really hungry but feeling as though he had to do something. Adam had already refused his many offers to make him something to eat, so Brad decided against going upstairs. He looked at Jon, watched his silvery wings flex as he ate. He wondered if all pixies were beautiful or whether he just happened to know two who were.
“You told Adam that Tommy would be safe. Why are you so nervous?” Brad asked softly, not really wanting Adam to hear.
Jon looked up into Brad’s eyes a moment and seemed to contemplate his answer. “His life isn’t in danger. The fae don’t make a habit of destroying life unless they are forced to, well, most of us anyway.”
“But…” Brad prompted. “There’s something you’re not telling us.”
Jon shrugged, staring down into his salad. “As I said, no one is sure whether the King is able to undo the spell. But he’s a powerful man. If he feels there is a threat, I’m afraid of what he will do.”
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A sharp tap drew Adam out of his thoughts. He frowned and put down the eyeliner pencil he’d been holding in mid air as he tossed and turned over what he planned to say. There were parts of him that wanted to charge in, threaten and make demands. But these were Tommy’s people. And he didn’t really want to hurt them.
The noise came again, a tapping that came a bit harder this time. Adam walked into his bedroom and looked around until he saw movement at his window. He padded across the room and opened it, surprised to see a pair of pixies walk inside.
They held each other as though each relied upon the other for support and Adam knew at once that these had to be Tommy’s parents. Jon had filled Adam in on all of details, how his parents had come around and were now in support of him. But Adam couldn’t help but be a little wary.
What must they think of this now that their son was in trouble?
“Adam,” Tommy’s mother said, her voice broken and raspy. “We’re…so sorry,” she said and glanced at her husband. “We’re Tommy’s parents, Diana and Ronald, Jon told us that you plan to speak on Tommy’s behalf tonight.”
Adam nodded and sat heavily on the bed. “I do,” he said. “I…love your son. And I know that the thought of him changing into a human to be with someone he barely knows must terrify you. But I…I can’t explain the connection that we have.”
His father was nodding. “There’s no need to explain, son,” he said, grasping his wife’s hand. They flew to the bed side table and sat down near Adam. “We know the way of that. We felt it ourselves. We knew each other but one day before saying our binding vows.”
Adam smiled, seeing Tommy’s smile on his father’s handsome face.
“We’re here to help you and show our support. We can feel your anger and we understand it. But we come to you with information that might help you plead your case,” Ronald said. “The King favors Tommy. He has from a very young age. Tommy has often been asked to play his guitar at court. The King is a lover of the arts. When Tommy showed great skill in healing, it was us who pushed him down that path.”
Diana continued. “We see now that we were wrong. The King offered Tommy a position as a healer but often commented to us about his musical talent. He thought it should be further fostered but made no attempt to intervene.”
“We believe that if you approach the King with respect and tell him of Tommy’s dreams and the love you share, that he will see there is no threat. He will see that it is not Tommy being reckless but following the path he should have been walking all along,” Ronald said.
Adam nodded and contemplated what they’d said. They were right of course. Anger would only serve to make matters worse. And that was the last thing Adam wanted. He looked at Tommy’s parents and easily saw Tommy in their features. Their fingers were twined and Diana’s head rested on her husband’s shoulder.
“What will happen?” Adam asked. “If the King disagrees, what are we up against?”
They glanced at each other, seemingly communicating without a word, before looking back at Adam. “The King wouldn’t hurt Tommy. But if he has the power, he could turn Tommy back into a pixie.”
“Jon told me that no one is sure whether he can. He said that the spell is rather specific about not going back. What if he can’t?”
They looked at each other again and shook their heads. “We’re not sure. But the King is powerful and has magic and secrets that go beyond what anyone really knows,” Ronald said, shaking his head.
Adam glanced at the clock and felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. It was time to go. “It’s time,” he said, meeting their eyes. They smiled at him and Adam was surprised when Diana fluttered up to perch on his shoulder.
She hugged his neck as best she could and Adam closed his eyes, carefully cupping her back in return.
“Whatever happens, Adam, just know that Ron and I support you. We’ll do whatever we need to do to see that you boys are happy.”
Adam felt their energy and was blown away by the love they were showing. He swallowed the lump in his throat and breathed deeply before answering her.
“We’ll get Tommy back,” he said softly. “I promise.”
As they walked downstairs to collect Brad and Jon, Adam prayed that it was a promise he wouldn’t have to break.
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"Stop," Jon said as they made their way down a winding, overgrown forest path. "You can't go any further without a protective spell," he explained, hovering before Adam.
He fluttered in the air, silvery wings holding him aloft as he closed his eyes, muttering something under his breath. Jon's hands moved, weaving intricate patterns and glowing brilliant green. Adam felt the magic surround him, sinking into his skin, tingling and cool. Dimly, Adam remembered Tommy’s touch, blue and warm in contrast. He wondered if everyone’s magic felt different.
With a strange little hiss, Jon opened his eyes and touched Adam's face, light and feathery. Jon nodded, seemingly happy with his spell and then repeated the process, surrounding Brad in the cool green glow.
“There are barriers that divert humans from where we dwell, suggesting that they take another path or turn around. There are also guards that the patrol the woods. This spell will mark you as a friend. Should we get separated, you will pass unharmed through our people." Jon explained and then beckoned for them to follow.
Adam looked into Brad's eyes and held out his hand. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "It could be dangerous."
"Are you kidding?" Brad laughed. "I wouldn’t miss the chance to see this for the world." But then Brad’s face grew serious. "Besides,” he said, squeezing Adam's hand, “this is Tommy, right? We’re not leaving without him."
Adam swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled Brad into a hug. Tears stung his eyes and he was filled with doubts but, yeah, he wasn’t leaving without Tommy.
“Thank you,” he said, squeezing Brad’s arm before turning to Jon. "All right, we're ready."
Adam could feel the difference in the air as they moved forward through the trees. It was lighter and smelled of honeysuckle and deep, clean earth, as though the decades of pollution hadn’t touched this little corner of the forest. Adam held Brad's hand as they walked, afraid and excited all at once.
"This way," Jon said as they caught sight of light ahead in the distance.
Adam nodded, his gut churning as they drew closer to what appeared to be a clearing. He gasped and paused a moment when he felt the distinct pull and flow of Tommy’s energy.
“He’s there,” Adam whispered.
“You feel him, even from so far away,” Diana said, and Adam nodded, unable to speak.
The clearing turned out to be nothing like Adam had expected. There were lights in the trees and above their heads, bathing them in a warm and cheery glow. Creatures of all imaginable shapes and sizes sat in the grass on blankets and cushions or hovered in the air above those congregated. A small group of musicians played a little jig, and the crowd ate and talked as though they were celebrating and not trying one of their own for a crime against a law that didn’t exist.
As Adam and Brad entered the clearing, the chatter ceased and all eyes turned to them. Some were filled with disdain, others barely veiled anger but Adam found himself relieved when the majority of them smiled and nodded with approval. Eventually they turned back to their conversations and Adam glanced at Brad who was staring opened mouthed at the scene around them. There were other pixies, and what Adam thought might be elves and fairies. But they made up only a portion of the population.
Giants and trolls, gnomes and goblins, Adam could only guess at the others. But they were beautiful, every one. He made eye contact with a pretty little elf girl who smiled at him and approached with soft springing steps.
"You've come!" she said excitedly. Her long silver hair was wild, plaited here and there and adorned with brightly colored feathers. She was almost as tall as Brad and slender with pretty brown eyes.
"I'm Feather," she said, taking Adam's hand.
"She helped us out with the spell," Jon said and turned to her. "Where's Tommy?"
"He's there," she said, pointing to an enormous tree at the head of the clearing and then turned her sad eyes to Adam. "I'm so sorry, Adam. I had no idea that Danillo was there and..." she wrung her hands and bit her lip as her eyes welled with tears.
"It's okay," Adam said, reaching to embrace her. "It's not your fault. You were just trying to help." He could feel her sob a breath and nod as he patted her back.
Feather pulled back and wiped her face. "They questioned me and I told the truth. I don't agree with keeping magic from the people...especially from someone who just so clearly longed to be with the one that he loves."
Adam smiled sadly and touched her face. "Were you punished?"
She shook her head. "The King wishes to have the inquisition before making any decisions."
Adam's stomach turned over. It seemed there was more riding on this than Tommy's humanity.
"Come on, Adam. They're about to start," Jon said.
Adam squeezed Feather's hands and gave her his most hopeful smile. "We'll get him back and straighten all this out."
Feather hugged him again, whispering in his ear. "I have faith in your love for Tommy," she said before pulling away and joining a group of elves.
The lights dimmed for a moment and horns sounded through the clearing. Everyone grew quiet and turned toward the enormous tree. Adam waited, chest tight with fear, not really knowing what to expect. Brad took his hand and they stood together against whatever would come.
Adam gasped quietly as the tree rumbled and split open. A figure emerged, human sized and magnificent. The King was a stunningly beautiful fairy with iridescent wings of green, blue and gold. His smooth skin shimmered like gold dust in the glow of the lights.
He looked as though he were in his forties, although Adam knew he was probably much older. The King was broad and strong, his face pleasant and kind but carefully schooled into a neutral expression. He was dressed in tight, brown leather pants and an ornate, shimmering green tunic, with a gold and green robe that skimmed the floor.
Behind him, the tree rumbled again, moving and twisting as it formed a throne. The King sat down, arranging his silken robes around him.
"Dramatic," Brad whispered beside him, and Adam's lips twitched.
"Good People!" he called and the crowd cheered back. "We've come together this day to consider a matter that has been weighing upon my mind. Recent events, of which you are all aware, have now pushed matters into the forefront."
The King lifted his hand and beckoned someone from the darkness of the woods behind him. Tommy stepped forward and Adam couldn’t breathe. He was dressed as a human - black jeans, a hoodie, and a pair of low creepers. Adam smiled as Tommy met his gaze, returning Adam’s smile with an outpouring of love and calming energy.
The King turned to glance in Adam’s direction, locking gazes for the briefest of seconds. Adam thought be saw the faintest twitch of the Kings lips before he turned back to the assembly. Adam gripped Brad’s hand, his heart pounding.
What the fuck was that?
The tree shifted and creaked once again and the King invited Tommy to sit in the seat it provided. "You've all met Tommy," the King said. "Although he looks very different, I'm sure, from the Tommy that you may remember. Tommy has used magic to turn himself from pixie to human."
The crowd murmured and the King called forth a group of dark green robed figures, one for every species of magical creature.
The Elders
“Tommy’s fate, as well as the fate of the magic used to change him, will be discussed. Trusted Elders, I would first hear your testimony," the King said, inviting them to speak.
A little gnome stepped forward, bowing to the King and grimacing at Tommy. "Your Highness, I speak on behalf of the Elders, he said. “As you know..." the gnome paused a moment, just long enough to make his point. "In an effort to protect the people, we have attempted to keep this kind of spell out of the public's hands."
At this there was a rumble through the crowd and the King pressed his lips together, the only sign of his irritation. The Elders had thrown the King under the bus by announcing to the people that he’d played a part in keeping information from them.
"Feather knowingly went against the wishes of the Elders and her King by leading Tommy to the spell. Even after hearing Feather's tale, Tommy performed the spell and turned himself human, all for the sake of bedding a human he'd scarcely known more than a fortnight."
The crowd grumbled again, some glaring at Adam, some at Tommy. But Adam noticed that many rolled their eyes.
"This spell is dangerous," the gnome continued, pushing his glasses up over his little pug nose. "It allows anyone to permanently change their species on a whim. And because of this, we, the Elders, move that it be banned and removed from public record." The little gnome finished his speech, cheeks glowing with sanctimonious pride.
The crowd erupted into chatter until the King held up his hand and they fell silent. He scanned the crowd and Adam's stomach clenched. He was nervous and anxious to speak. But he waited, remembering what Jon had said. He wasn’t to speak to the King unless spoken to.
Adam had wondered how he would ever get the chance to speak but Jon had assured him he would. And so Adam held his tongue, waiting for his moment.
The King nodded and beckoned someone else forward. "Feather, please come forth and tell us your tale," he said and Adam’s heart skipped when Feather strode purposefully to stand before the King, her fists bunched at her sides in the frilly, light as air, fluff of her dress. She told her story, how she'd first met Tommy and why she wished to help him. Adam listened intently, watching the King’s face for any indication of his thoughts. But his expression was passive and bland as she spoke, just as it had been with the Elders.
"The spell book that I gave him is enchanted," she said, "the spell is hidden and will reveal itself only to those who pass its test. Only those who seek the spell for love will be granted entrance."
"For love?" the King asked and Feather nodded. Adam smiled as he watched her. She looked the King in the eye, unafraid of the truth.
"Not just for sex as the Elders suggest?"
"No, Sire. Only for love," Feather said.
"And how is it that you know this?"
Feather smiled and blushed a pretty pink. "I may have sought the spell myself when I was younger, Sire. I had no luck in finding it. The spell book that I gave to Tommy was my own, handed down to me by my great, great, great grandmother."
The King inclined his head. "Thank you, My Dear." The King dismissed her and turned to Tommy.
The little gnome stepped forward again. “Your highness, Feather speaks of an enchanted spell book. But what of the spells that are not hidden? We urge you to consider that not all magic of this nature is protected.
The King nodded. “Thank you, Elder Basil,” he said and turned to Tommy.
"Tommy, we're also here to decide your fate today. The Elders suggest that you've gone against them and the wishes of your King by using the spell to simply bed a human. What say you in this matter?"
Tommy shifted uncomfortably and glanced up at the crowd before looking back at the King. "I'm in love with Adam," he shrugged. "I did go against what Feather told me were your wishes. But there is no law against what I did." At this, the crowd murmured their agreement. But then Tommy glanced at Adam, unshed tears in his eyes. "But I would have done it anyway, Your Highness. Even if there had been a law. I love him. What else could I do?"
The crowd erupted once again until the King silenced them. "Thank you for your honesty, Tommy," the King said and turned to those assembled. "In my mind there are two questions to be answered this day: whether the spell itself is dangerous in these times of instant access, digital imaging, and global expansion, and what is to be done with young Tommy."
The King stood up and looked out into the crowd. He tapped his chin in contemplation. "Tommy, humans are fickle creatures. You may love him but how do you know that he won’t changes his mind and find another? What will you do?"
Tommy smiled a secret smile that warmed Adam’s heart. He shook his head. "I just...know." Tommy looked the King in the eye and held his gaze a moment, long enough for Adam to see the light in the King’s eyes.
The King nodded briefly and turned to pace as he thought. "We have heard the testimony today from our brethren but I know that we have a guest among us tonight whose side we should also hear.
He looked right at Adam and raised his eye brow in silent challenge. "Come forth, Sir, and introduce yourself," he said.
Adam stepped before the King, breathing deeply. He could feel Tommy’s energy all around him, healing, comforting. He glanced at Tommy and smiled. Tommy was grinning, his eyes wide and proud when he saw the wall of support behind Adam. Jon, Tommy’s parents, Feather and Brad stood close by and Adam found that he could feel them too.
The King took this in and nodded to everyone before his gaze fell upon Adam once again. "King Alberich, Sir, and you are?" he said, offering his hand.
Adam inclined his head and took the King's hand, shook it twice and then stepped back. He then bowed low, touching his head, heart and bicep, performing the royal salute that Jon had taught him.
"Adam Lambert, Your Highness," Adam said, looking King Alberich in the eyes.
"Adam, welcome to my court. And to you," King Alberich looked to Brad who did exactly as Adam had, bowing in salute to the King.
"This is Brad, Your Highness. He came to show his support and love for Tommy."
"Indeed?" the King pondered. "And you, Diana and Ronald, Jon, you support your son and friend in this as well?"
"Yes, Sire," they said simply.
King Alberich looked back to Adam and Brad. “Welcome. It has been a very long time since our kind has welcomed humans into our circle.”
“It’s an honor to be welcomed, Your Highness,” Adam said. Yes, he’d been coached in how to approach the King. But he spoke the words from his heart. “It’s my hope that we can somehow bridge a gap between us.” Adam glanced at Tommy and smiled. “I love him. He means the world to me. It feels as though…in the vessel of my life, however full and plentiful it may be, he is the water that is poured inside, filling all of the little nooks and crannies I never realized were there.”
King Alberich was a silent a moment, his face giving away nothing. “Did you ask this of him?” he asked softly.
“No, Sire,” he said. “I would love Tommy whether he was a human, a pixie or a spirit. It’s his energy that draws me.” Adam looked into Tommy’s eyes as he said that, hoping that he understood that.
“I see,” King Alberich said.
“But Tommy has confided in me his dreams; and I think that his desire to be human is more than just his love for me,” Adam said, watching Tommy’s eyes widen. “Tommy has an amazing gift. The music inside him is like his own kind of magic. And when he plays, he shares it with his audience, lifting them, wrapping them up in his spell. He is a gifted healer I’m told?” Adam asked and The King nodded. “His music heals the soul, Your Highness. And Tommy longs to share his gift with the world.”
King Alberich looked at Tommy. “Is this true, Tommy?” his voice had gone soft and Adam’s heart leapt with hope. “I’ve heard you play and I know what Adam says is the truth. You put all of your heart into your music. Is your true path that of a musician?”
Tommy’s cheeks flushed as he nodded. “Yes, Sire,” he said. “I thought it would please you and my parents to be a Royal Healer but as Adam said, I dream of other things.”
The crowd began mumbling and Adam couldn’t tell whether they were in support of them or calling for Tommy’s head. He looked at Tommy and pushed his love at him, smiling when Tommy did the same.
Adam jumped when King Alberich stood and held out his hand for Tommy. Hesitantly, Tommy laid his hand on the King’s and stood, demurely lowering his eyes. Adam could feel the nervous tremor that ran through the crowd and saw it echoed in the stiffness of Tommy’s back. But the King led Tommy to Adam and stood back, allowing them to embrace.
Heart beating madly, Adam drew Tommy close and held him tightly. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too. I’m so sorry for this. I know you have so much to do right now.”
“Shh, no. Don’t say it. None of that matters.” Adam stroked Tommy’s hair and kissed his forehead, turning to the King when he softly cleared his throat.
The King turned to the Elders. “In the matter of the transfiguration spell that Tommy used…I do not believe that magic should be kept from the people.”
The crowd erupted into sounds of approval but the Elders were grumbling. Elder Basil stepped forward but The King held up his hand. “Let me finish and you would do well to remember that my word is law.” His face was stern and Elder Basil floundered a moment before stepping back with a bow.
“There are many kinds of spells and some much darker than this,” The King continued, addressing the crowd. “For ages beyond our comprehension, our kind has remained hidden, tales for humans to tell their children. But it is wise to exercise caution. This inquisition could have been avoided had Tommy come to me instead of going out on his own, causing himself, his parents and most likely Adam a great deal of stress.”
King Alberich looked at Tommy with a suspicious expression and Tommy leaned into Adam’s side. But the King smiled and looked up at those assembled. “I decree that in the mater of transfiguration spells, if one should desire to use them in the most permanent sense, one must seek my counsel. We do not wish our people to make misguided and impetuous decisions.
Adam’s stomach clenched as the King slowly approached. Gently, he touched their faces, his palm warm and soft on Adam’s cheek.
“I am moved by your words,” King Alberich said softly, almost seductively, as though no one else were watching. He smiled for the first time, looking deeply into Tommy’s eyes and then Adam’s. “But I hope you understand when I say…I must be sure.”
Adam began to speak, panic racing through his veins, forgetting himself. But The King placed his finger on Adam’s lips and shook his head. He turned to Tommy and kissed his forehead. “I must be sure that it is as you say.”
King Alberich’s touch was light and pleasant as he caressed their faces. “I wonder…if in different circumstances, you would feel the same.” He touched their lips and cheeks, thumbs moving to rest comfortingly on their foreheads.
“You have one week.” The King said and Adam closed his eyes, holding tightly to Tommy as something flashed and blackness descended.
“Adam,” Tommy’s voice followed him into the void.
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“TJ,” a voice called and Tommy turned away from it, pressing his face into scratchy fabric that smelled like stale cigarettes and ass.
“Come on, TJ, you’re going to be late,” someone said.
Tommy groaned, pain blooming behind his eyes.
“I told you not to drink so much last night. Chantalla is gonna be here any minute and you haven’t even gotten in the shower yet. Come on asshole, you gotta grow up and be a real boy sooner or later.”
Tommy wrinkled his face, something eating at the edge of his brain.
Real boy.
Tommy opened his eyes to find Mia hovering above him, hair wet and dripping into his face.
“Ug….Mia, okay…okay. I’m up, I’m up,” he moaned, rolling out of bed, or rather, off of the couch. Mia was letting him crash at her house since he’d had a falling out with his parents.
“This is your big break, girlfriend,” Mia said, throwing a towel at Tommy and pushing him to the bathroom. “You’re auditioning for Adam Fucking Lambert. I don’t think he’ll appreciate it if you smell like booze and pussy.”
Tommy stopped in the hall way, head swimming. “Wait, what?” There it was again, something there, he reached for it but it receded.
“Your audition…bass…Adam Lambert?” she said, gripping Tommy by the cheeks. “Remember? You learned a whole new instrument just so you could play for him?”
Tommy nodded, things slowing clicking into place. “Yeah…all right. Okay. I’m auditioning. Sorry, I must have drank more than I thought,” he said and headed into the shower.
Feeling somewhat less muddle headed, Tommy walked out into the kitchen to find Chantalla, his ex girl friend and current friend sitting at the table with Mia. She pressed a hot cup of coffee into his hands and frowned disappointingly at him before kissing his forehead and pushing him down into a chair.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you pretty.” Chantalla pulled out her make up and started working on Tommy’s face while he sipped his coffee, feeling life slowly seep back into him.
“All right, what do you think?” she asked smiling.
Tommy looked into the mirror and nodded. She’d made him look very feminine and soft. In contrast with the black fringe of bang and rocker clothes, Tommy thought it worked.
“Adam is gonna come in his pants,” Mia said. “Now, come on, you gotta go. You do not want to be late. If you’re not there when they call your name, you’re fucked.”
Tommy nodded and took one final gulp of his coffee and hugged Chantalla. She hugged him back, a little too hard.
“Hey,” he said, looking into her eyes, stroking through her long hair. “What’s wrong?”
She smiled and shook her head. “Nothing…just…break a leg, okay?”
Tommy smiled and hugged her again. He hugged Mia too and went to the front door where his bass guitar waited in its case. As he picked it up, Tommy glanced at his guitar rack, the only thing he’d really brought from his parent’s house besides his clothes. Mia had put it in the living room, encouraging Tommy to make her house his own.
He frowned when his electric guitar caught his eye. The black and shiny Les Paul he’d had longer than he could remember. He looked at it a moment, stomach flipping strangely.
“Tommy?” Chantalla said softly behind him.
“Sorry. I…I should go,” Tommy said, shaking his head of the cobwebs and vowing to never drink like that again. He couldn’t even remember the party.
TBC
AN: Absolutely no disrespect is intended with the inclusion of Tommy's parents. They are there with love. I debated shortening their part...or possibly removing them altogether. But I felt that they would want to be at Tommy's side....and so they were.