A Rose by Any Other Name (2/?)
Title: A Rose by Any Other Name
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: R maybe? This one is G.
Summary: High school AU. What happens when Kris is kidnapped, and the police have given up the search after 2 years? And how do Adam Lambert and American Idol play into all of it?
Beta: My BFF Alex, who unforunately is not on LJ.
Disclamer: Unfortunately, I do not own Kris, Adam, or anyone else in this story. Nor do I own any of the songs, or anything recognizable from American Idol or Ford. I barely own the plotline, as its based on the show. Adam and Kris belong completely to themselves, and each other.
I woke up the next morning quite a bit earlier than I normally did on a Saturday. I loved sleeping in, so on the weekends I usually only woke up when my mom started calling to me from the kitchen, and Daniel got so annoyed at listening to her that he’d come in and force me out of bed against my will. That didn’t happen this morning, though. I woke up with a bright smile, excited at the prospect of going shopping with Adam and, um, whoever else Daniel said was coming.
I checked my cell, smiling at the enthusiastic text Katy sent last night. As I had expected, she was more excited about me getting to hang out with Adam than about the actual shopping trip. I chuckled to myself, thinking that just six months ago I feared that I would regret telling her I liked Adam. No one else had known that I liked guys, they still didn’t, but she’d been the best supportive friend I could have ever asked for.
Bypassing Daniel’s room, I went into the kitchen where mom was already frying some bacon. “Morning,” I said, leaning against the counter beside her, my eyes drawn to the sizzling meat on the stove.
“You’re up early,” she pointed out obviously. I just shrugged to hide my barely-contained excitement as she tipped a few pieces of the bacon onto a plate and pushed it closer to me, warning, “Be careful. It’ll be hot.” As if that wasn’t obvious. Granted, by the time I usually woke up on the weekends, breakfast was so cold it needed to be heated in the microwave, but still.
I finished my breakfast in a hurry, as though eating faster would speed up time to when we would leave for the shopping trip. Ten minutes later, I walked, tongue burnt from the bacon, out to the garage to get my bike. Might as well kill some time. I paused on my bike, sitting in the driveway as I waited for a large Mercedes truck to pass. I narrowed my eyes curiously. No one in our neighborhood could afford a truck like that. I’d never even seen one driving through here.
But I just shook away the thought. It was an out-of-state tag anyways. They were probably just lost on their way to a relative’s house. I started out of the driveway and turned left, down the usual path I went through the neighborhood. I smiled when Brandon and Kellie called out to me from their own, smaller bikes that they were riding in a circle outside their house. The five and four year old brother and sister pair were inseparable. I smiled a bit, remembering when Daniel and I used to be like that. Those two should enjoy it while they can.
I shook the thought from my head as I kept riding; ignoring the nagging feeling that bit at my gut every time I saw that truck. I still saw it. It seemed to be driving aimlessly around the neighborhood. Driving in a new place can be confusing, but really, how many times could someone drive in circles through three streets before they realized this wasn’t the right neighborhood? Oh well. It wasn’t my problem anyways.
The sun starting getting to me after about half an hour, so I turned to take a shortcut home on a road that was surrounded by trees on one side, and a swamp on the other. Mom called it a ‘conservation area,’ but it was really a swamp.
“OW!!” A loud scream made me stop and turn around. Brandon was standing over Kellie, who was on the side of the road, her bike some ten feet away from her, clutching her ankle as if it would fall off if she released any pressure form it.
“Hey, what happened?” I asked, dropping my bike into the grass and rushing over.
“She fell,” Brandon replied, leaning over his little sister.
“No I didn’t!” Kellie cried, tears leaving red tracks on her cheeks, “You pushed me!”
“Did not!”
“Did so!”
“Alright alright,” I interrupted, stepping in between them to stop the fight, “Let’s just get you home, ok?” I said in what I hoped was a comforting voice. It must’ve worked, because she sniffled weakly and nodded. “Can you walk?” I asked, holding out a hand to her.
“I don’t know,” she said softly, gripping my hand in one of hers and pulling herself to her feet. She gasped and fell forward onto me, a wail of pain erupting from her tiny body.
“Ok, ok, just hang on,” I said soothingly, really glad she was only four! Gently, I picked her up and held her against my side, forcing a smile at her, even though I could hardly breathe for how hard she was gripping my neck. I picked her small bike up in my other hand, since Brandon obviously wasn’t going to do anything to help.
“Follow me,” Brandon said, leading both his bike and me down the road on foot, as if I didn’t know where their house was. But I wasn’t going to argue, even if I’d had the strength to.
I didn’t quite realize how long that road was until I’d walked it with a four year-old on my hip and a bike in my hand. My arms were aching by the time we got to their house, and their mom rushed out to take Kellie from me. I set the bike in their driveway and waved off Mrs. White’s insistence that I stay for some milk and cookies with the kids.
The trip back down the road didn’t take nearly as long, but that might have been because I started running when I got halfway. “Hey!” I cried, when I saw a man picking up my bike. My heart raced when I realized it was the man that drove the big expensive truck I had seen wandering around. “That’s my bike,” I explained when I finally reached him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea,” the man said, though I was kind of sure he was lying. “I needed some spare parts to fix my bike at home, and I thought someone had thrown this one out. It was just lying on the side of the road.”
My eyes fell to his truck, which I was sure had cost at least fifty thousand dollars, probably more. He was getting spare parts for his bike off the side of the road? I mentally shrugged. Guess that’s how the rich stay rich.
“No sir, I didn’t throw it out,” I said politely, my eyes flickering to my bike, now in the bed of his truck, “I’d dropped it there when I went to help a neighbor.”
“Oh, well I’m sorry for the mix-up,” the man said, then gestured to the bike, “You can get it out.”
I just nodded my thanks and started towards the back of the truck. As soon as my fingers wrapped around one of the handlebars, I knew something was wrong. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, and I felt more than heard the man right behind me. I spun around, my mouth open, ready to scream, but he forced something in my mouth, halfway down my throat. I bent over instinctively, trying to gag to get it out. There was a shooting pain in the back of my head, and all I could comprehend was that things were getting dark, and the ground was coming at me faster than it should have been.
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Author's Note: ...Don't hurt me.....
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: R maybe? This one is G.
Summary: High school AU. What happens when Kris is kidnapped, and the police have given up the search after 2 years? And how do Adam Lambert and American Idol play into all of it?
Beta: My BFF Alex, who unforunately is not on LJ.
Disclamer: Unfortunately, I do not own Kris, Adam, or anyone else in this story. Nor do I own any of the songs, or anything recognizable from American Idol or Ford. I barely own the plotline, as its based on the show. Adam and Kris belong completely to themselves, and each other.
I woke up the next morning quite a bit earlier than I normally did on a Saturday. I loved sleeping in, so on the weekends I usually only woke up when my mom started calling to me from the kitchen, and Daniel got so annoyed at listening to her that he’d come in and force me out of bed against my will. That didn’t happen this morning, though. I woke up with a bright smile, excited at the prospect of going shopping with Adam and, um, whoever else Daniel said was coming.
I checked my cell, smiling at the enthusiastic text Katy sent last night. As I had expected, she was more excited about me getting to hang out with Adam than about the actual shopping trip. I chuckled to myself, thinking that just six months ago I feared that I would regret telling her I liked Adam. No one else had known that I liked guys, they still didn’t, but she’d been the best supportive friend I could have ever asked for.
Bypassing Daniel’s room, I went into the kitchen where mom was already frying some bacon. “Morning,” I said, leaning against the counter beside her, my eyes drawn to the sizzling meat on the stove.
“You’re up early,” she pointed out obviously. I just shrugged to hide my barely-contained excitement as she tipped a few pieces of the bacon onto a plate and pushed it closer to me, warning, “Be careful. It’ll be hot.” As if that wasn’t obvious. Granted, by the time I usually woke up on the weekends, breakfast was so cold it needed to be heated in the microwave, but still.
I finished my breakfast in a hurry, as though eating faster would speed up time to when we would leave for the shopping trip. Ten minutes later, I walked, tongue burnt from the bacon, out to the garage to get my bike. Might as well kill some time. I paused on my bike, sitting in the driveway as I waited for a large Mercedes truck to pass. I narrowed my eyes curiously. No one in our neighborhood could afford a truck like that. I’d never even seen one driving through here.
But I just shook away the thought. It was an out-of-state tag anyways. They were probably just lost on their way to a relative’s house. I started out of the driveway and turned left, down the usual path I went through the neighborhood. I smiled when Brandon and Kellie called out to me from their own, smaller bikes that they were riding in a circle outside their house. The five and four year old brother and sister pair were inseparable. I smiled a bit, remembering when Daniel and I used to be like that. Those two should enjoy it while they can.
I shook the thought from my head as I kept riding; ignoring the nagging feeling that bit at my gut every time I saw that truck. I still saw it. It seemed to be driving aimlessly around the neighborhood. Driving in a new place can be confusing, but really, how many times could someone drive in circles through three streets before they realized this wasn’t the right neighborhood? Oh well. It wasn’t my problem anyways.
The sun starting getting to me after about half an hour, so I turned to take a shortcut home on a road that was surrounded by trees on one side, and a swamp on the other. Mom called it a ‘conservation area,’ but it was really a swamp.
“OW!!” A loud scream made me stop and turn around. Brandon was standing over Kellie, who was on the side of the road, her bike some ten feet away from her, clutching her ankle as if it would fall off if she released any pressure form it.
“Hey, what happened?” I asked, dropping my bike into the grass and rushing over.
“She fell,” Brandon replied, leaning over his little sister.
“No I didn’t!” Kellie cried, tears leaving red tracks on her cheeks, “You pushed me!”
“Did not!”
“Did so!”
“Alright alright,” I interrupted, stepping in between them to stop the fight, “Let’s just get you home, ok?” I said in what I hoped was a comforting voice. It must’ve worked, because she sniffled weakly and nodded. “Can you walk?” I asked, holding out a hand to her.
“I don’t know,” she said softly, gripping my hand in one of hers and pulling herself to her feet. She gasped and fell forward onto me, a wail of pain erupting from her tiny body.
“Ok, ok, just hang on,” I said soothingly, really glad she was only four! Gently, I picked her up and held her against my side, forcing a smile at her, even though I could hardly breathe for how hard she was gripping my neck. I picked her small bike up in my other hand, since Brandon obviously wasn’t going to do anything to help.
“Follow me,” Brandon said, leading both his bike and me down the road on foot, as if I didn’t know where their house was. But I wasn’t going to argue, even if I’d had the strength to.
I didn’t quite realize how long that road was until I’d walked it with a four year-old on my hip and a bike in my hand. My arms were aching by the time we got to their house, and their mom rushed out to take Kellie from me. I set the bike in their driveway and waved off Mrs. White’s insistence that I stay for some milk and cookies with the kids.
The trip back down the road didn’t take nearly as long, but that might have been because I started running when I got halfway. “Hey!” I cried, when I saw a man picking up my bike. My heart raced when I realized it was the man that drove the big expensive truck I had seen wandering around. “That’s my bike,” I explained when I finally reached him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea,” the man said, though I was kind of sure he was lying. “I needed some spare parts to fix my bike at home, and I thought someone had thrown this one out. It was just lying on the side of the road.”
My eyes fell to his truck, which I was sure had cost at least fifty thousand dollars, probably more. He was getting spare parts for his bike off the side of the road? I mentally shrugged. Guess that’s how the rich stay rich.
“No sir, I didn’t throw it out,” I said politely, my eyes flickering to my bike, now in the bed of his truck, “I’d dropped it there when I went to help a neighbor.”
“Oh, well I’m sorry for the mix-up,” the man said, then gestured to the bike, “You can get it out.”
I just nodded my thanks and started towards the back of the truck. As soon as my fingers wrapped around one of the handlebars, I knew something was wrong. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, and I felt more than heard the man right behind me. I spun around, my mouth open, ready to scream, but he forced something in my mouth, halfway down my throat. I bent over instinctively, trying to gag to get it out. There was a shooting pain in the back of my head, and all I could comprehend was that things were getting dark, and the ground was coming at me faster than it should have been.
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Author's Note: ...Don't hurt me.....