NEW CHAPTER: Whataya Want From Me
Title/Chapter: Whataya Want from Me (02/??)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: American Idol Season 8
Pairing: Adam Lambert / OFC [Temperance aka Tempe] (friendship)
Rating: G (nothing really happens)
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
Previous Chapters
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 TWO
I can hear someone crying as I slowly wake. I reach up to rub my face and find tears on my cheeks. I roll onto my stomach and bury my face in my pillow. I hear Adam’s feet pad softly across the floor towards me. “Are you okay?” he asks. I don’t respond. “She must still be asleep,” he mutters to himself. Then I feel him climb up on the bed with me. He rests his hand on my back making me flinch. “Shh,” he murmurs stroking my hair. “It’s just me. It’s just Adam.” I force myself to relax as he continues to pet me. “That’s it,” he soothes. “Everything’s okay.” A strangled sob leaves my throat at his words. I know he’s wrong, I know everything is not okay.
I turn my face out of my pillow. “Adam,” I croak. My friend gives me a soft smile and wipes at the tears on my cheek.
“Hey, sweet girl,” he says gently. “Are you okay?” I shake my head. “Are you homesick?” I shake my head again. “Then what’s wrong?”
“Bad dream,” I mutter.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks. I shake my head, shuddering at the thought of saying those things out loud. “What can I do?” he asks.
I look up at my best friend, my lower lip trembling. “Hold me,” I whimper.
Adam nods. “Of course, Tempe. Come ‘ere.” He reaches for me, pulling me close as I bury my face in his chest and inhale deeply. He smells so familiar, so comforting. I’ve missed him more than I knew. He holds me tightly to his chest just letting me sob, his shirt getting soaked with my tears.
After a few minutes, I pull back and wipe at my face, scrubbing it with both hands. “Are you okay?” Adam asks after a moment of silence.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answer quietly.
“Are you sure?” My best friend looks at me with an expression of concern.
I nod. “Yeah, I just… I had a bad dream, that’s all.”
“It seemed more like a nightmare to me,” he says.
I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “And what does that mean?”
Adam makes a weird gesture, moving his wrist in a circle. “I dunno. Just, you seemed pretty upset while you were sleeping. Mumbling and crying.” He shrugs.
“Wh-at,” my voice cracks and I clear my throat. “What was I saying?”
Adam shrugs again. “I’m not really sure. I just caught a word here and there. You weren’t all that coherent. After all, you were mumbling.”
I sigh. “It was pretty terrifying.”
“What was it about?” Adam asks, his eyebrows knit together in concern.
I shake my head. “It was nothing. It was just… It was just scary, is all. It was nothing.”
“You keep insisting that it’s nothing, but it makes me think there’s more to it,” Adam replies.
I narrow my eyes at him, suddenly annoyed. “Just drop it, okay? How many different ways can I tell you I don’t want to talk about it? Jeez.” I run my hands roughly through my hair.
“Sorry,” Adam murmurs. He looks almost hurt and I should probably apologizing for snapping, but I’m not in such a hot mood right now. Not after that dream and not after Adam trying to delve in to my psyche. I have a feeling this is going to be a long day.