Fic: One Day You're Gonna See Things My Way (Chapter 6)
Title: One Day You're Gonna See Things My Way (Chapter 6)
Authors: jazeycisdabomb and andrewluvsu
Pairings: Kradam
Disclaimer: NOT TRUE in the case of Adam and Kris. Based on a true story, but NOT them. Title is from 'A Day to Be Alone' by One Less Reason
Rating of this chapter: PG-13
Summary: Just another love story, but this one isn't filled with chocolates, butterflies, and fluffy bunny rabbits...though sometimes there are rainbows ;)
Warnings....lots of them: At times, this will be a pretty dark story...deals with domestic violence, rape, anorexia with a touch of bulimia, cutting, and death (but not of major characters). Also, since this is based on personal experiences, it may get pretty detailed and deep. It could be triggering. You have been warned!!!!!!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
"Kris is gonna be so mad at you."
Adam jumped.
"Have you been waiting out here for me this whole time?"
"Yes."
Adam sighed and ran a hand uncomfortably through his hair. The last thing he needed was Neil knowing he had purged. His brother had a tendency to freak out over anything that related to Adam's anorexia or bulimia. He guessed he couldn't blame him. It had been only a few months since Adam was in the hospital due to a heart attack at the age of seventeen all because he refused to eat. They thought he was going to die, but, thanks to the feeding tube he had inserted into him five times a day for two weeks, he didn't. Everyone had been convinced at that point that Adam would cooperate from then on, but he didn't. His "wake up call" wasn't a wake up call at all, It was a sign that he was doing something right, so, the very same day he got home from the hospital, he purged whatever was not yet digested and didn't eat again for a week.
"I'm sorry, Neil, but this was way too much. The soup I could maybe deal with, but the fries..." Adam shuddered.
"You ate five fries. That wasn't enough to put an ounce on you," Neil told him.
"Whatever," Adam replied, and pushed past him to go to his room.
"Kris is going to end up leaving too, and this time, it will be your fault."
"Shut up!"
Adam slammed the door to his room and threw himself onto his bed. He knew what Neil said was true, but that was what he had wanted. Problem was, he didn't want that anymore.
"Hey gorgeous!" Kris greeted Adam as he took his new seat next to him in first period. "How was the rest of your night?"
"Fine," Adam lied. "How was yours?"
"Good."
Adam had a feeling Kris was lying too, but said nothing. He continued saying nothing all throughout class, though he felt bad. Kris didn't deserve the silent treatment, but Adam was mad at him. He was mad because Kris was too damn perfect for him, and, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't save Adam, so Adam would end up hurting him, which would break his heart as well.
*Damn it, Kris,* Adam though as he glared at the side of the man's head. *Why'd you have to come into my life?*
"Did you eat this morning?" Kris asked as he and Adam walked to the cafeteria, hand in hand, at lunch time.
"No," he answered honestly, because Kris wouldn't have believed the lie anyway.
"Are you planning on eating lunch?" Kris asked.
"Sure."
Kris seemed okay with the salad Adam bought until he skipped out on dressing and took of the tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers so only lettuce was left.
"What?" Adam asked as Kris stared at him. "It was too much."
"If you say so," Kris sighed before getting up and throwing his food away.
"Whoa, wait," Adam protested. "What are you doing?"
"You really know how to make someone feel like a fat ass."
Adam's heart sank. He'd done it. He hurt Kris.
"No, no, no. You're not a fat ass. I love how much you eat. Please eat."
"Too late. It's in the trash already."
"Well, here."
Adam pushed the vegetables he had taken off of his salad to Kris, who reluctantly starting eating them.
"I'm sorry," Adam said softly, the pain of what he did making it hard to breathe normally, let alone talk. "Don't be like me. It's not worth it."
"Then why do you do it, babe?" Kris's voice was soft again.
"I don't fully know. I started it and now I can't stop."
"Did you ever think about getting help?"
"I've thought about it," Adam admitted, "but it's embarrassing."
"You don't have anything to be embarrassed over, Adam," Kris said, lacing their fingers together again.
"Maybe 'embarrassed' wasn't the right word. I'm...ashamed?"
"You don't need to be ashamed either."
Kris kissed Adam's hand and then plopped a tomato in his boyfriend's mouth. Despite himself, Adam giggled and began eating his lettuce.
The boys didn't get to spend time together that night because Adam had to work, but the next night, Kris brought Adam to his house.
"Your room's really cute," Kris told Adam, "and since I have no decorating abilities whatsoever, I though maybe you could decide what I should do with mine. These white walls are making me a little crazy."
Adam smiled and tilted his head, taking in the room's appearance. "It's pretty big, so you'll be okay with dark colors, though light colors match your personality better. You're too manly for baby pink though, so I'm thinking light blue. Maybe aqua, to be different. Then we could accessorize with browns or silvers so it won't look like a bathroom...your choice."
"Hm...," Kris was smiling as well. "Silvers."
"Cute. What's your budget for your room?"
"Um...it just can't be like something you'd see in Brad Pitt's house."
"Okay. We can do that. I'll go shopping with you sometime to pick out paint and stuff."
"Will you help me paint too?"
"Of course."
The two of them decided to go that weekend, and Kris was amused by how seriously Adam took his decorating. He also found it amusing that Adam had a mini heart attack when he had to put on an old, tattered sweatshirt while painting.
"Ew, this is so not a pretty look for me," Adam said, looking in the mirror.
"You look beautiful," Kris assured him, hugging him from behind and standing on his tip toes to kiss his cheek. "It's official. Nothing can make you look bad."
"Ha ha. You're cute. Let's get started so I can get out of this!"
Despite the fact that Adam felt like he looked like hell, the two had fun painting Kris's room and finished it fairly early. Still, Kris had Adam spend the night so he wouldn't have to be alone in the living room, since sleeping in the bedroom was off-limits unless they wanted to get high off of paint fumes.
The rest of the night, the boys played DDR, Life, and did each others make up, though Kris sucked, and Adam personally thought he looked better without it. You just shouldn't mess with natural beauty.
Once they finally crashed, Adam was too tired to even care that they were so close on the couch...and that he was so vulnerable...
"Adam? Are you asleep?" Kris asked after a few moments of silence.
"Not yet," he replied, keeping his eyes closed.
"I promise I'm not going to try to have sex with you, but can I kiss you?"
Adam opened his eyes at that. He should have said no and ran, but Kris looked sincere and it had been a month already with nothing more than kisses on the cheek, so Adam replied, "Yes," and braced himself. To his surprise, Kris's kisses didn't hurt. They felt good. The kiss was soft and sweet instead of forceful and hungry, and Kris didn't even push for tongue. The kiss was over quicker than Adam could panic.
Kris studied Adam's face afterward, but Adam smiled at him and kissed him again. "I liked it," he assured him.
"Thank God," Kris breathed. Adam giggled.
"I now give you permission to kiss me any time you please, Mr. Allen."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Lambert." Kris smiled widely. "I'll try not to take advantage of that privilege...except for now." He kissed him again. Adam smiled wider than he had...well...ever...and snuggled next to Kris, who put an arm over his man. "Goodnight, Adam," he whispered, kissing Adam's ear. "I'm so glad you gave me a chance."
"Me too," Adam replied before drifting off to sleep.
Authors: jazeycisdabomb and andrewluvsu
Pairings: Kradam
Disclaimer: NOT TRUE in the case of Adam and Kris. Based on a true story, but NOT them. Title is from 'A Day to Be Alone' by One Less Reason
Rating of this chapter: PG-13
Summary: Just another love story, but this one isn't filled with chocolates, butterflies, and fluffy bunny rabbits...though sometimes there are rainbows ;)
Warnings....lots of them: At times, this will be a pretty dark story...deals with domestic violence, rape, anorexia with a touch of bulimia, cutting, and death (but not of major characters). Also, since this is based on personal experiences, it may get pretty detailed and deep. It could be triggering. You have been warned!!!!!!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
"Kris is gonna be so mad at you."
Adam jumped.
"Have you been waiting out here for me this whole time?"
"Yes."
Adam sighed and ran a hand uncomfortably through his hair. The last thing he needed was Neil knowing he had purged. His brother had a tendency to freak out over anything that related to Adam's anorexia or bulimia. He guessed he couldn't blame him. It had been only a few months since Adam was in the hospital due to a heart attack at the age of seventeen all because he refused to eat. They thought he was going to die, but, thanks to the feeding tube he had inserted into him five times a day for two weeks, he didn't. Everyone had been convinced at that point that Adam would cooperate from then on, but he didn't. His "wake up call" wasn't a wake up call at all, It was a sign that he was doing something right, so, the very same day he got home from the hospital, he purged whatever was not yet digested and didn't eat again for a week.
"I'm sorry, Neil, but this was way too much. The soup I could maybe deal with, but the fries..." Adam shuddered.
"You ate five fries. That wasn't enough to put an ounce on you," Neil told him.
"Whatever," Adam replied, and pushed past him to go to his room.
"Kris is going to end up leaving too, and this time, it will be your fault."
"Shut up!"
Adam slammed the door to his room and threw himself onto his bed. He knew what Neil said was true, but that was what he had wanted. Problem was, he didn't want that anymore.
"Hey gorgeous!" Kris greeted Adam as he took his new seat next to him in first period. "How was the rest of your night?"
"Fine," Adam lied. "How was yours?"
"Good."
Adam had a feeling Kris was lying too, but said nothing. He continued saying nothing all throughout class, though he felt bad. Kris didn't deserve the silent treatment, but Adam was mad at him. He was mad because Kris was too damn perfect for him, and, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't save Adam, so Adam would end up hurting him, which would break his heart as well.
*Damn it, Kris,* Adam though as he glared at the side of the man's head. *Why'd you have to come into my life?*
"Did you eat this morning?" Kris asked as he and Adam walked to the cafeteria, hand in hand, at lunch time.
"No," he answered honestly, because Kris wouldn't have believed the lie anyway.
"Are you planning on eating lunch?" Kris asked.
"Sure."
Kris seemed okay with the salad Adam bought until he skipped out on dressing and took of the tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers so only lettuce was left.
"What?" Adam asked as Kris stared at him. "It was too much."
"If you say so," Kris sighed before getting up and throwing his food away.
"Whoa, wait," Adam protested. "What are you doing?"
"You really know how to make someone feel like a fat ass."
Adam's heart sank. He'd done it. He hurt Kris.
"No, no, no. You're not a fat ass. I love how much you eat. Please eat."
"Too late. It's in the trash already."
"Well, here."
Adam pushed the vegetables he had taken off of his salad to Kris, who reluctantly starting eating them.
"I'm sorry," Adam said softly, the pain of what he did making it hard to breathe normally, let alone talk. "Don't be like me. It's not worth it."
"Then why do you do it, babe?" Kris's voice was soft again.
"I don't fully know. I started it and now I can't stop."
"Did you ever think about getting help?"
"I've thought about it," Adam admitted, "but it's embarrassing."
"You don't have anything to be embarrassed over, Adam," Kris said, lacing their fingers together again.
"Maybe 'embarrassed' wasn't the right word. I'm...ashamed?"
"You don't need to be ashamed either."
Kris kissed Adam's hand and then plopped a tomato in his boyfriend's mouth. Despite himself, Adam giggled and began eating his lettuce.
The boys didn't get to spend time together that night because Adam had to work, but the next night, Kris brought Adam to his house.
"Your room's really cute," Kris told Adam, "and since I have no decorating abilities whatsoever, I though maybe you could decide what I should do with mine. These white walls are making me a little crazy."
Adam smiled and tilted his head, taking in the room's appearance. "It's pretty big, so you'll be okay with dark colors, though light colors match your personality better. You're too manly for baby pink though, so I'm thinking light blue. Maybe aqua, to be different. Then we could accessorize with browns or silvers so it won't look like a bathroom...your choice."
"Hm...," Kris was smiling as well. "Silvers."
"Cute. What's your budget for your room?"
"Um...it just can't be like something you'd see in Brad Pitt's house."
"Okay. We can do that. I'll go shopping with you sometime to pick out paint and stuff."
"Will you help me paint too?"
"Of course."
The two of them decided to go that weekend, and Kris was amused by how seriously Adam took his decorating. He also found it amusing that Adam had a mini heart attack when he had to put on an old, tattered sweatshirt while painting.
"Ew, this is so not a pretty look for me," Adam said, looking in the mirror.
"You look beautiful," Kris assured him, hugging him from behind and standing on his tip toes to kiss his cheek. "It's official. Nothing can make you look bad."
"Ha ha. You're cute. Let's get started so I can get out of this!"
Despite the fact that Adam felt like he looked like hell, the two had fun painting Kris's room and finished it fairly early. Still, Kris had Adam spend the night so he wouldn't have to be alone in the living room, since sleeping in the bedroom was off-limits unless they wanted to get high off of paint fumes.
The rest of the night, the boys played DDR, Life, and did each others make up, though Kris sucked, and Adam personally thought he looked better without it. You just shouldn't mess with natural beauty.
Once they finally crashed, Adam was too tired to even care that they were so close on the couch...and that he was so vulnerable...
"Adam? Are you asleep?" Kris asked after a few moments of silence.
"Not yet," he replied, keeping his eyes closed.
"I promise I'm not going to try to have sex with you, but can I kiss you?"
Adam opened his eyes at that. He should have said no and ran, but Kris looked sincere and it had been a month already with nothing more than kisses on the cheek, so Adam replied, "Yes," and braced himself. To his surprise, Kris's kisses didn't hurt. They felt good. The kiss was soft and sweet instead of forceful and hungry, and Kris didn't even push for tongue. The kiss was over quicker than Adam could panic.
Kris studied Adam's face afterward, but Adam smiled at him and kissed him again. "I liked it," he assured him.
"Thank God," Kris breathed. Adam giggled.
"I now give you permission to kiss me any time you please, Mr. Allen."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Lambert." Kris smiled widely. "I'll try not to take advantage of that privilege...except for now." He kissed him again. Adam smiled wider than he had...well...ever...and snuggled next to Kris, who put an arm over his man. "Goodnight, Adam," he whispered, kissing Adam's ear. "I'm so glad you gave me a chance."
"Me too," Adam replied before drifting off to sleep.