I look better in your shirt
It drives Adam crazy. Absolutely batshit crazy. The way Kris seemingly wears plaid, and only plaid 85 and a half percent of the time. It makes Adam want to rip the offending fabric from Kris' form and introduce the southern buck to some fucking fashion. I mean, really. What the actual fuck. Hes seen Kris' closet, dude does actually have more than 5 tops. Universe forbid anyone know it. Apparently, at least to Kris, a fashion sense is offensive.
And then, he walks in the room. Clad in plaid. Again. Holy fuck, Adam doesnt know whether to rage at him that hes a rockstar now, or collaspe in a fit of giggles.
"Hey man" Kris smiles from across the room, that playful light that is always present in his chocolate browns is especially bright now, on this his album release date. Adam smirks back.
"Allen, are you going to go out like that?" His features fall and scrunch in confusion and hurt. Adam almost feels bad. But really, hes doing Kris a service here. The blue/red plaid piece that adorns Kris' upper body, while its one of the nicer offenders Adam admits, just wont cut it. Not today, not for something thats so astronomically huge for him. Adam will not have it. No. He can just stop the hurt puppy thing right fucking now.
"Like what Adam? Do I really look that bad?" Adam swears that his eyes are glistening, and whoa holy mother of mary magdelene, sensitive much? Adam lets out that giggle hes been holding in.
"Of course not, Allen" He admonishes jokingly as he goes over and places a reassuring hand on one of Kris' slumping shoulders. "You are actually incapable of looking bad, didnt you know?" This earns a smile and Adam places a black enameled finger under Kris' chin so he looks up, way up into Adam's eyes. "But, everyone and thier mother has seen that shirt. They probably have carbon copies of it made as your official fanclub one." Adam walks over to Kris' closet and surveys it breifly before deciding that it houses nothing wearable for this sort of thing, or any sort of thing. Except maybe like...having a lazy day or working in the garden.
"I wear it cause Katy likes it" Kris tries defensively from behind him.
"Katy is going to get sick of it if youre in it every time she sees you and every time she doesnt." He sighs and waves his hand. "Make it a bedroom thing, model it for her or whatever, but I am getting you out of that thing and now. Its a fashion intervention Kris, youll thank me later." He closes the closet doors and is thankful he went shopping before leaving that afternoon. Adam had the presence of mind to pick Kris up a few 'options' or 'possibilities' to broaden his seemingly ever shrinking horizons.
Opening his duffel like its Houdini's trick bag, he pulls out the garments one by one. Turning to Kris, he holds two of the options up. The one in his left hand is a really nice deep green dress shirt with just a little bit of shimmer that would go nicely with the distressed black jeans Kris had on. No matter how big and harmless Adam's crush on Kris was, this was not the way to get into any man's pants. Adam had pride and dignity, Kris' pants were staying on. Wow, Adam never thought there would come a day when his thought process would dwindle to that. Oh hell, Kris' nice guy thing was having an affect on him, again. In his right hand he held a more casual option. A brilliantly white tshirt with an elaborate black design on it that looked a little like a spiky bonsai tree. He held them up with a flourish.
"i dont want to blind anyone and Im not the mayor of Oz" Kris said indignantly.
It went on this way for what seemed like forever, until Adam had exhausted every option there was to be had. "Alright, so this has to be done the hard way then? I can do that." He said, throwing the last of the tops on the very top of the huge pile that used to a table.
Kris' eyebrows shot up adorably. His mouth in a confused pout.
"Adam wha--oomph!" Adam was on Kris in two seconds, taking advantage of the time his suprise attack had awarded him. He managed to get all of the buttons on Kris' shirt undone before the smaller man retaliated with something that resembled a war cry and a couple of incredibly misdirected flails. But Adam had the advantage and therefore the upper hand. He wrestled Kris to the ground, tickling him playfully just because he could. Giggles erupted from his tiny form and he fought to regain control of his breath.
"You will not wear this catastrophe to the event of your life Allen. No." Adam panted, scrambling for the black and white shirt that had been his second pick earlier and forcing Kris into it. Then Adam collasped on the floor beside his best friend, the plaid number in a crumpled heap underneath the table. A triumphant smile played on his lips. "Trust me" he gasped, doing his best to regain his breath. Kris stood up, and to Adam's surprise, looked angry. "Adaaaaammm Im not five"
"Could have fooled me" Adam said. "Refusing help, refusing to wear something else, living in the same five things. Sounds like a five year old to me." He smiled. "Tell me Allen, does Katy cut the crusts off your bread for you too?" Adam chuckled, beaming at Kris to let him know he was only kidding.
"What about you?" Kris accused. "Always with the leather and the rhinestones and the ridiculous eye makeup. Youre so predictable Lambert" Kris got up from the floor and stood over Adam, hands on hips. Adam was stunned and then laughed, really hard and from the gut.
Getting up, he picked up the crumpled thing from under the table and discarded his leather vest. The shirt was tight and short on him, but he could work it. He stepped into the tiny bathroom and washed his face. Then he wet down his hair enough that his pompadour came out. He flicked his head so that his bang sat on the opposite side from that which it did normally. Adam went back out to Kris and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "Not so predictable now huh?" He kissed the top of Kris' head and slung his arm around the American Idol's shoulder.
"Come on, lets go knock 'em dead superstar. You can tell everyone where you got your new outfit." Kris smiled and chuckled. "The fangirls will eat you if they find out how you got yours" Adam laughed and opened the door that led out of the holding area and into the lion's den.
He stopped dead in his tracks when Drake stood in front of him.
"Really baby? the damn dirty tank top again?!" He sighed and threw up his hands. When would boys ever learn?