The Music Brings Us Together (2/?)
Title: The Music Brings Us Together
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: R (For later chapters)
Summary: The behind-the-scenes story that we never saw, as I imagine it, anyways.
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.
Nope, those sick being still hated him. Adam had decided this the next morning when he woke up. Kris was standing in the doorway, apparently talking to someone down the hall. But that wasn’t the cruel part. No, the cruel part was his lack of a shirt. Kris wore a pair of dark jeans, his hair messed up from sleep, and a white t-shirt held loosely in his hand.
“Morning,” Kris said as he shut the door, glancing back at Adam.
Adam quickly blinked and smiled, hoping Kris hadn’t noticed him staring, “Morning,” he returned, “What time is it?”
“Almost eight,” Kris said, then smirked a bit, “If you hadn’t woken up soon I was going to throw a glass of water at you and see if that actually worked to wake people up,” he added, gesturing the nightstand that separated their beds, a half-full glass of water sitting on it.
Adam rolled his eyes and laughed, but paused for a moment when Kris only smiled innocently as he pulled the t-shirt on. Adam narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him, “You’re not joking, are you?”
“Absolutely not,” Kris said with a laugh. Adam gave him a mock glare and started to say something, but Kris stopped him by holding up a hand, rolling his eyes with a small smirk, “Of course I was kidding,” he said, shaking his head, then gestured to the glass again, “I just got some water from the sink in there when I woke up,” he added, gesturing towards the bathroom.
“Oh sure,” Adam said with a short laugh, smiling at the way they fell so easily into teasing each other, though they’d only just met a couple of weeks ago, “So, when did Ryan say our rehearsals start?” He asked, realizing that he hadn’t had a clue what Ryan had told them before they got in the limos about the rehearsals.
“Not until after the first group performs,” Kris said with a relieved smile, “We get to just hang out and relax for a while. The only thing we really have to do is pick a song. I mean, I guess we could rehearse a bit on our own, but we won’t start the group number until Thursday, I think.”
“Awesome,” Adam said with a smile. He paused for a moment, a thought crossing his mind. He hadn’t thought about it last night, but now he decided he should probably talk with Kris. He stared up at the ceiling, not listening much as Kris rambled on about being just a small town boy from Arkansas a few weeks ago, “Hey, I need to tell you something,” he said, cutting off whatever Kris was saying.
“Sure, what’s up?” Kris asked, straightening out his shirt and digging in his suitcase for something.
Adam paused. It wasn’t really liked him to be nervous about telling people this. It wasn’t like he’d ever really hid it. He just didn’t want Kris to react badly, “If you want a new roommate just tell me,” he started.
Kris laughed, looking up at him, “What, are you gonna tell me that you’re a convicted murderer or something?” he joked.
“No,” Adam said, laughing slightly, but then turned a bit more serious, “But since we’re roommates you should know. I’m gay.”
Kris looked at him for a moment that seemed to last an eternity, then laughed and shook his head, “And you thought I’d want a new roommate because of that?” he asked, “The convicted murderer story would’ve been better, you know.”
“You don’t care?” Adam asked, trying and failing not to look relieved.
“Why would I?” Kris asked, finally pulling his phone charger from the bottom of his suitcase. He walked over to the nightstand and plugged it in.
“I don’t know,” Adam said with a shrug, “Most straight guys do,” he added, laying back against the pillow, though keeping his head turned towards Kris.
Kris shrugged a bit, checking something on his phone, “It wasn't much of a surprise. I mean, well, I hate to stereotype, but...” his voice trailed off.
Adam laughed, “But I’m a walking stereotype,” he offered helpfully, “Nail polish, guy liner, theatre nerd,” he shrugged and they both laughed. They stopped when someone knocked on the door, “I’ll get it,” Adam said, throwing the sheets off to the side as he got out of the bed, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He pulled the door open and smiled, “Hey Ali,” he said, then nodded to Jasmine, “Hey Jasmine.”
“Hey Adam,” they chimed together, then Ali took over, “We’re going down to get some breakfast, then we’re going to go hang around town for a while. You guys want to come?”
“I’m up for it,” Kris called from behind Adam.
“Me too,” Adam added, smiling at the girls, “Half an hour?”
“Sure,” Jasmine said with a smile, “We’ll be downstairs.”
“This’ll probably be the easiest time we have during the whole thing,” Kris said with a laugh after Adam had shut the door.
“Yeah,” Adam agreed, turning to his suitcase to dig out something to wear, “I’m glad we’re the second group. So we get a week before and after our performances to just hang out and relax."
Author's Note: Just so y'all know, I hate stereotypes. I don't mean to offend anyone with the crack about "a walking stereotype." It just kind of popped into my head after I watched this interview in which Adam was talking about his fascination with glitter and said, "I'm stereotyping myself, aren't I? Great." lol. So it was only meant as a joke, please don't take it seriously and get mad at me. I know it sounds stupid, but I get the feeling someone will want to rant at me about it, so I just wanted to say that. Thank you!