Oh hai. It's a fic post.

[writefiction]

Title/Chapter: Whataya Want from Me (01/??)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert / OFC [Temperance aka Tempe] (friendship)
Rating: PG for one curse word
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC: Temperance
Author’s Notes: Sorry if I get some factual stuff wrong, I didn’t follow the whole season. And really, this is fiction, I can have whatever I want happen so there :p
Summary: Please don’t give up / I’m workin’ it out / Just don’t give in / I won’t let you down / It messed me up / Need a second to breathe / Just keep coming around / Whataya want from me? -- Whataya Want from Me by Adam Lambert

CHAPTER ONE

It’s our first day of tour rehearsal and I’m already getting my ass kicked, I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the actual tour. But at least it’s over and I can finally go to my hotel room and sleep… that is, if I didn’t get a bad roommate. My flight was delayed big-time from the east coast and I didn’t have time to even drop my bags at the hotel. I’m exhausted and maybe a bit jetlagged. Luckily I’m paired with Adam. We’re almost as close as he and Kris are. I say ‘almost’ because no one could be as close as those two unless you shared a womb.

Adam sits on his designated hotel bed just watching me unpack. When I glance up at him, he speaks. “There’s something different about you,” he says.

I clear my throat nervously, concentrating on the task at hand. “Oh? What makes you think that?” I ask.

Adam shrugs. “Dunno. I can’t put my finger on it, but something is definitely different.” I don’t reply, just continue to unpack in silence.

When I have everything put away in it’s rightful place I flop down on my bed and close my eyes. The mattress sinks beside me as Adam climbs up next to me. I feel him lay down and brush a lock of hair off my forehead. “I missed you,” he says.

“I’ve missed you too,” I reply quietly.

“Then why’d you stop calling?”

A lump forms in my throat. I don’t know what to tell him. I can’t tell him the truth. So I shrug and tell him the next best thing. “Sometimes people lose touch. That’s all.”

“But us?” he asks.

I shrug again and sigh. “Look, can we talk later? I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah, sure.” His voice sounds so disappointed, it makes me glad that my eyes are closed. I turn on to my side, my back to my friend, and slowly fall asleep.

Chapter Two