The Test 2/3
Title: The Test 2/3
Rating: PG-15; Kris has a case of potty mouth. :o
Summary: It’s Rock Week in the Idol mansion, Season 8. And it never. ends.
Warning: Time loops? I feel silly warning for that.
When Kris opened his eyes the next morning, it was the same. Five am, Adam humming in the shower, and his clothes from the night before - today? - were back in the closet, hanging up like they’d never been moving. “Oh fuck my life.” Kris grumbled and flopped back onto the bed, groaning.
As soon as he’d lost the argument with himself that he could spend the entire day hiding in his room faking some deathly illness or something - anything - he got up and knocked on the bathroom door - probably a little harder than he should’ve. Either way, the water was shut off and Adam was at the door in a matter of seconds, holding a towel around his waist.
Kris didn’t really plan far enough ahead, but he didn’t think hugging a soaking wet Adam with only a towel and Kris’ thin sleep shirt and boxers between them was that good an idea. Adam apparently didn’t mind, since as soon as Kris buried his face into the damp chest he set a placating hand on his head. “Kris?”
He sighed and held a little tighter. He figured that this probably wouldn’t set him out of whatever cycle he was in, but that warmth and comfort was exactly what he needed right now. He didn’t noticed the tears until his voice cracked on Adam’s name. “Kris, honey, what’s wrong?” He lifted his head to see pale blue eyes filled with worry, his lips turned downward. “Come on, let’s sit down.”
After they got back to Adam’s bed - closest to the bathroom - Adam wrapped Kris close to him, his hand rubbing up and down his arm and the sensation felt a lot better than it should have. He sighed and sniffed, swiping his arm haphazardly across his cheeks to clean away the tears. Adam frowned. “Kris, please.” He looked back up and was met with pleading blue eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s yesterday again.” He blurted out before he could stop himself. When Adam didn’t say anything he continued, slowly. “I don’t know, two days ago I went to sleep and when I woke up it was the same day as it was yesterday. And everyday I wake up it’s the same. And I have to live through the same thing every day and this really is not a good day to live through.”
When Kris finally had the nerve to look back up at Adam he almost looked embarrassed. Before Kris could do anything else though, Adam spoke up. “You read the notebook.” That was a statement. It didn’t sound like he was mad, that was good. He nodded and Adam shook his head, almost laughing. “Kris.”
He frowned. “I don’t see what’s so funny about all this.”
Adam smiled and shook his head some more before getting up and moving back into the bathroom. Before he closed the door, though, he smirked back over his shoulder. “Just, word of warning, don’t try to peek into anymore of my stuff. I don’t know what else is cursed.”
And that’s what he decided to leave Kris sitting with. He stared over at the drawer with the notebook and blinked. “What the hell is he doing with a cursed book?” He got up from the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out the notebook. It looked like a normal, spiral-bound, college-rule book. When he flipped it and looked at the back cover he saw Adam’s name scrawled on the back. He squinted his eyes trying to find something out of the ordinary and eventually gave up.
He was back on his bed when Adam came out, a cloud of steam following after him. He smiled over at Kris, shaking his head again as he pulled his things out of his closet. Kris shot up from the bed and moved just behind Adam. “How do I stop this?”
Adam looked back at him and chewed on his lip for a moment before straightening up and dropping the jeans in his hands to the desk nearby. “No clue, actually.” He shrugged. “I’m not that well versed in curses. My mother was probably the one who did it. She knew I kept a journal so I guess she cursed it to stop anyone from reading it and blabbing, I guess.” He picked the garment back up and pulled on his boxers and jeans after tossing away the towel - Kris did not stare, not for one second - then turned to him while he clasped them. “I suppose I could call her to ask how to break it. She won’t be very happy with you, though.”
Kris sighed. “Anything, I just… I can’t go through this day again, Adam.”
He frowned slightly. “Your duet can’t be that bad.” Kris glared for a few seconds before he threw his hands up in defense. “Okay, maybe it is. No need to bite my head off.” He moved across the room in two strides, picking up his phone from the nightstand and dialing before putting it up to his ear. He waited for a few moments then started talking. “Hey, mom, yeah. I have a slight situation. I need you to call me as soon as possible.” Kris grumbled; of course he’d get an answering machine.
He clicked the phone shut and sighed. “Well, there’s nothing we can do until she calls back so might as well get ready, right?” He looked Kris up and down then grinned as he grumbled and shuffled off to the bathroom, picking up another set of clothes from the closet - he didn’t wear any of the shirts or jeans he did before, it was too weird.
When he came out of the shower fully dressed he found Adam laying just as he had the other days, his head propped up, peen in mouth. Kris smiled slightly - as far as he could tell, this was the highlight of this day, knowing that Adam was scribbling down all these minor things about him that he seemed to like. Things that Kris even hated at times.
He sat down across from Adam, dangling his legs off the edge of the bed and leaning back slightly. He heard the pen scratch away rapidly. “So, you get a call?”
“Nope.” Adam’s voice sounded somewhat distant. Kris looked down to see Adam worrying his bottom lip between his lips, his eyes glancing down from him to the book just barely slow enough for Kris to catch it. He was staring - the fact that you liked it is a little more worrying, don’t you think? He told his mind to shut up and stretched out. He jumped when he heard the knock and shot up just as Adam stumbled. He caught him as well he could, which apparently wasn’t good enough since they tumbled down to the ground together, Adam landing on top of him - he’s not entirely sure if the sudden loss of breath was because of how hard he fell or that it felt right like that. He shook his head and pushed Adam off.
He held a hand up as Adam opened his mouth. “Don’t say it. Please.” Adam blinked then grinned and put the notebook away before rushing after Kris.
They still hadn’t heard anything from Adam’s mother when they had settled into bed. Adam also now seemed to realize why Kris seemed to desperate. “How many times has this happened again?” He asked as he held his arms around the smaller body, both laying on Kris’ bed.
“This is the third.” He muttered, burying his face into the soft cotton of Adam’s sleep shirt and breathed in. He felt Adam flinch around him, his arms tightening slightly.
“Sorry.” He smirked and shifted so his chin was resting on Kris’ head. “But you really shouldn’t have read that anyway so I can’t be all that sorry.” After he glared for a while Adam chuckled and rubbed his hands along Kris’ shoulder blades, the circular motion seeming to suck all the bad energy from him. He let out a soft sigh and buried in a little deeper, closing his eyes to feel just a little closer to him.
He opened his eyes to no Adam; five am - again - and Adam humming in the shower - again. Kris groaned and buried his face in the pillow, almost wanting to scream until his lungs burst. He settled for hitting it a few times before pulling his clothes out and knocking on the door. He waited as Adam finished up - fifteen minutes this time - and walked out. “Morning, Kris.” He gave him a quick hug before moving over to his closet.
Under the rush of the water he could think a bit clearer. It didn’t reveal anything about what he thought he should do - which would’ve been helpful - but he replayed through thoughts of Adam. The words he wrote in the journal, when he dressed yesterday - today - and pretty much everything he’s witnessed since they started rooming together.
He sighed as he stepped out and dressed, walking out to see Adam the same way as always. Go lay beside him. He shook the thought out of his mind and fell onto his bed. After a moment he turned to Adam. “Hey.”
“Hmm?” Adam scratched something onto the sheet and glanced up at Kris. Sliding the pen back between his teeth. “What’s up?”
Lucky damn pen. Kris mentally beat the tiny voice down into the deepest recesses of his mind before continuing. “I read your journal the other night.” He heard the pen clatter to the ground and looked up to see Adam staring at him.
“Oh.” He frowned and sat up. “So, um…”
Kris sighed. “You should call your mom about time loops.”
Adam nodded slowly and picked up the phone. No surprise that he got the answering machine. After closing the phone Adam stared over at him. “So… about, what you read-”
“It’s fine.” Kris interrupted, holding a hand up. “I guess I should be glad that someone finds my stretching entertaining.”
Adam blinked and looked down at the notebook. “Well, I haven’t written that yet but…” He stretched down to pick up the pen and write it down. “Entertaining wouldn’t be what I’d say, either.”
“Hugging kittens, whatever.”
Adam flushed slightly and stared at the notebook. “You weren’t kidding about a time loop.” Kris’ lips twitched at that and Adam flipped the notebook closed.
“Try not to stumble.” Kris muttered as a knock sounded on the door. Adam, of course, didn’t trip this time. He was at Kris’ side the entire way up to the door until they got to the limo. Adam seemed a bit distant as he moved in, and the entire way there, and all through rehearsal.
Adam messed up, big time. He missed his cue and had to catch up, but the damage was done. Apparently whatever was throwing him off took his poker face with him - Kris had to stop watching after a while, he could only see that inner war for so long.
Leila called after they got back. “Oh.” Adam muttered, practically in monotone. “Hi mom.” He glanced over to Kris after a moment. “Yeah, he’s here.”
A few seconds passed before the phone was handed off to Kris. “Um, hi?” He pulled the phone away as she yelled into the phone. He stared at Adam as the sound blared through the speaker. Once she seemed to quiet down he placed it back. “I’m sorry. I had to tell him, though. I didn’t think it’d end up like that. I told him yesterday and he didn’t react like this.”
After a few seconds she sighed. “You didn’t read that, did you, Kris?” He stayed silent and apparently that was enough for her. “Honey, why would you do that?” And there was the scolding/placating tone all mothers seemed to be programmed with.
“I was curious-”
“And you’re the cat.” He flinched at that.
“Okay, fine. It was stupid, just. What do I do to get out of it?”
She kept quiet for a bit. “Well, that was a very specific curse. The way to break it depends on how whatever you read made you feel.” Kris felt the color drain from his face as she continued. “You have to act on whatever it is.” He didn’t like that knowing tone, either. “It’ll be okay, Kris. The sooner you do it, the sooner you can get out of this and it’ll mean less pain for the both of you.”
He glanced up at Adam and opened his mouth to speak but stopped when his eyes fell on his ring. What was he going to say? That he was married? He seemed to be saying that excuse to himself a lot lately, but did it change anything? He let out a small sigh. “Fine, I’ll have Adam call you in the morning when it’s over.” They said their goodbyes and Kris hung up the phone, sliding it back on the nightstand.
“So?” Adam still sounded guilty. Kris hated that, it wasn’t Adam’s fault Kris got cursed like this. Kris’ curiosity has always been getting him into horrible situations, this wasn’t any different.
“Um.” Nervousness sudden found home in his gut, his hand starting to wring his jeans without his permission. He let out a puff of air and stood up to move toward Adam but…
“I-I’ll be right back.” Adam held a hand up to him and rushed over to the bathroom. Kris stared at it and pouted before flopping onto the bed with a huff. Maybe this would be easier when Adam wasn’t feeling so down. Or maybe if Kris wasn’t so nervous that he wouldn’t be able to read what he was about to do. Yeah, like that’s ever going to happen. Kris told the voice to shut up again and closed his eyes to restart again. Hopefully for the last time.
Rating: PG-15; Kris has a case of potty mouth. :o
Summary: It’s Rock Week in the Idol mansion, Season 8. And it never. ends.
Warning: Time loops? I feel silly warning for that.
When Kris opened his eyes the next morning, it was the same. Five am, Adam humming in the shower, and his clothes from the night before - today? - were back in the closet, hanging up like they’d never been moving. “Oh fuck my life.” Kris grumbled and flopped back onto the bed, groaning.
As soon as he’d lost the argument with himself that he could spend the entire day hiding in his room faking some deathly illness or something - anything - he got up and knocked on the bathroom door - probably a little harder than he should’ve. Either way, the water was shut off and Adam was at the door in a matter of seconds, holding a towel around his waist.
Kris didn’t really plan far enough ahead, but he didn’t think hugging a soaking wet Adam with only a towel and Kris’ thin sleep shirt and boxers between them was that good an idea. Adam apparently didn’t mind, since as soon as Kris buried his face into the damp chest he set a placating hand on his head. “Kris?”
He sighed and held a little tighter. He figured that this probably wouldn’t set him out of whatever cycle he was in, but that warmth and comfort was exactly what he needed right now. He didn’t noticed the tears until his voice cracked on Adam’s name. “Kris, honey, what’s wrong?” He lifted his head to see pale blue eyes filled with worry, his lips turned downward. “Come on, let’s sit down.”
After they got back to Adam’s bed - closest to the bathroom - Adam wrapped Kris close to him, his hand rubbing up and down his arm and the sensation felt a lot better than it should have. He sighed and sniffed, swiping his arm haphazardly across his cheeks to clean away the tears. Adam frowned. “Kris, please.” He looked back up and was met with pleading blue eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s yesterday again.” He blurted out before he could stop himself. When Adam didn’t say anything he continued, slowly. “I don’t know, two days ago I went to sleep and when I woke up it was the same day as it was yesterday. And everyday I wake up it’s the same. And I have to live through the same thing every day and this really is not a good day to live through.”
When Kris finally had the nerve to look back up at Adam he almost looked embarrassed. Before Kris could do anything else though, Adam spoke up. “You read the notebook.” That was a statement. It didn’t sound like he was mad, that was good. He nodded and Adam shook his head, almost laughing. “Kris.”
He frowned. “I don’t see what’s so funny about all this.”
Adam smiled and shook his head some more before getting up and moving back into the bathroom. Before he closed the door, though, he smirked back over his shoulder. “Just, word of warning, don’t try to peek into anymore of my stuff. I don’t know what else is cursed.”
And that’s what he decided to leave Kris sitting with. He stared over at the drawer with the notebook and blinked. “What the hell is he doing with a cursed book?” He got up from the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out the notebook. It looked like a normal, spiral-bound, college-rule book. When he flipped it and looked at the back cover he saw Adam’s name scrawled on the back. He squinted his eyes trying to find something out of the ordinary and eventually gave up.
He was back on his bed when Adam came out, a cloud of steam following after him. He smiled over at Kris, shaking his head again as he pulled his things out of his closet. Kris shot up from the bed and moved just behind Adam. “How do I stop this?”
Adam looked back at him and chewed on his lip for a moment before straightening up and dropping the jeans in his hands to the desk nearby. “No clue, actually.” He shrugged. “I’m not that well versed in curses. My mother was probably the one who did it. She knew I kept a journal so I guess she cursed it to stop anyone from reading it and blabbing, I guess.” He picked the garment back up and pulled on his boxers and jeans after tossing away the towel - Kris did not stare, not for one second - then turned to him while he clasped them. “I suppose I could call her to ask how to break it. She won’t be very happy with you, though.”
Kris sighed. “Anything, I just… I can’t go through this day again, Adam.”
He frowned slightly. “Your duet can’t be that bad.” Kris glared for a few seconds before he threw his hands up in defense. “Okay, maybe it is. No need to bite my head off.” He moved across the room in two strides, picking up his phone from the nightstand and dialing before putting it up to his ear. He waited for a few moments then started talking. “Hey, mom, yeah. I have a slight situation. I need you to call me as soon as possible.” Kris grumbled; of course he’d get an answering machine.
He clicked the phone shut and sighed. “Well, there’s nothing we can do until she calls back so might as well get ready, right?” He looked Kris up and down then grinned as he grumbled and shuffled off to the bathroom, picking up another set of clothes from the closet - he didn’t wear any of the shirts or jeans he did before, it was too weird.
When he came out of the shower fully dressed he found Adam laying just as he had the other days, his head propped up, peen in mouth. Kris smiled slightly - as far as he could tell, this was the highlight of this day, knowing that Adam was scribbling down all these minor things about him that he seemed to like. Things that Kris even hated at times.
He sat down across from Adam, dangling his legs off the edge of the bed and leaning back slightly. He heard the pen scratch away rapidly. “So, you get a call?”
“Nope.” Adam’s voice sounded somewhat distant. Kris looked down to see Adam worrying his bottom lip between his lips, his eyes glancing down from him to the book just barely slow enough for Kris to catch it. He was staring - the fact that you liked it is a little more worrying, don’t you think? He told his mind to shut up and stretched out. He jumped when he heard the knock and shot up just as Adam stumbled. He caught him as well he could, which apparently wasn’t good enough since they tumbled down to the ground together, Adam landing on top of him - he’s not entirely sure if the sudden loss of breath was because of how hard he fell or that it felt right like that. He shook his head and pushed Adam off.
He held a hand up as Adam opened his mouth. “Don’t say it. Please.” Adam blinked then grinned and put the notebook away before rushing after Kris.
They still hadn’t heard anything from Adam’s mother when they had settled into bed. Adam also now seemed to realize why Kris seemed to desperate. “How many times has this happened again?” He asked as he held his arms around the smaller body, both laying on Kris’ bed.
“This is the third.” He muttered, burying his face into the soft cotton of Adam’s sleep shirt and breathed in. He felt Adam flinch around him, his arms tightening slightly.
“Sorry.” He smirked and shifted so his chin was resting on Kris’ head. “But you really shouldn’t have read that anyway so I can’t be all that sorry.” After he glared for a while Adam chuckled and rubbed his hands along Kris’ shoulder blades, the circular motion seeming to suck all the bad energy from him. He let out a soft sigh and buried in a little deeper, closing his eyes to feel just a little closer to him.
He opened his eyes to no Adam; five am - again - and Adam humming in the shower - again. Kris groaned and buried his face in the pillow, almost wanting to scream until his lungs burst. He settled for hitting it a few times before pulling his clothes out and knocking on the door. He waited as Adam finished up - fifteen minutes this time - and walked out. “Morning, Kris.” He gave him a quick hug before moving over to his closet.
Under the rush of the water he could think a bit clearer. It didn’t reveal anything about what he thought he should do - which would’ve been helpful - but he replayed through thoughts of Adam. The words he wrote in the journal, when he dressed yesterday - today - and pretty much everything he’s witnessed since they started rooming together.
He sighed as he stepped out and dressed, walking out to see Adam the same way as always. Go lay beside him. He shook the thought out of his mind and fell onto his bed. After a moment he turned to Adam. “Hey.”
“Hmm?” Adam scratched something onto the sheet and glanced up at Kris. Sliding the pen back between his teeth. “What’s up?”
Lucky damn pen. Kris mentally beat the tiny voice down into the deepest recesses of his mind before continuing. “I read your journal the other night.” He heard the pen clatter to the ground and looked up to see Adam staring at him.
“Oh.” He frowned and sat up. “So, um…”
Kris sighed. “You should call your mom about time loops.”
Adam nodded slowly and picked up the phone. No surprise that he got the answering machine. After closing the phone Adam stared over at him. “So… about, what you read-”
“It’s fine.” Kris interrupted, holding a hand up. “I guess I should be glad that someone finds my stretching entertaining.”
Adam blinked and looked down at the notebook. “Well, I haven’t written that yet but…” He stretched down to pick up the pen and write it down. “Entertaining wouldn’t be what I’d say, either.”
“Hugging kittens, whatever.”
Adam flushed slightly and stared at the notebook. “You weren’t kidding about a time loop.” Kris’ lips twitched at that and Adam flipped the notebook closed.
“Try not to stumble.” Kris muttered as a knock sounded on the door. Adam, of course, didn’t trip this time. He was at Kris’ side the entire way up to the door until they got to the limo. Adam seemed a bit distant as he moved in, and the entire way there, and all through rehearsal.
Adam messed up, big time. He missed his cue and had to catch up, but the damage was done. Apparently whatever was throwing him off took his poker face with him - Kris had to stop watching after a while, he could only see that inner war for so long.
Leila called after they got back. “Oh.” Adam muttered, practically in monotone. “Hi mom.” He glanced over to Kris after a moment. “Yeah, he’s here.”
A few seconds passed before the phone was handed off to Kris. “Um, hi?” He pulled the phone away as she yelled into the phone. He stared at Adam as the sound blared through the speaker. Once she seemed to quiet down he placed it back. “I’m sorry. I had to tell him, though. I didn’t think it’d end up like that. I told him yesterday and he didn’t react like this.”
After a few seconds she sighed. “You didn’t read that, did you, Kris?” He stayed silent and apparently that was enough for her. “Honey, why would you do that?” And there was the scolding/placating tone all mothers seemed to be programmed with.
“I was curious-”
“And you’re the cat.” He flinched at that.
“Okay, fine. It was stupid, just. What do I do to get out of it?”
She kept quiet for a bit. “Well, that was a very specific curse. The way to break it depends on how whatever you read made you feel.” Kris felt the color drain from his face as she continued. “You have to act on whatever it is.” He didn’t like that knowing tone, either. “It’ll be okay, Kris. The sooner you do it, the sooner you can get out of this and it’ll mean less pain for the both of you.”
He glanced up at Adam and opened his mouth to speak but stopped when his eyes fell on his ring. What was he going to say? That he was married? He seemed to be saying that excuse to himself a lot lately, but did it change anything? He let out a small sigh. “Fine, I’ll have Adam call you in the morning when it’s over.” They said their goodbyes and Kris hung up the phone, sliding it back on the nightstand.
“So?” Adam still sounded guilty. Kris hated that, it wasn’t Adam’s fault Kris got cursed like this. Kris’ curiosity has always been getting him into horrible situations, this wasn’t any different.
“Um.” Nervousness sudden found home in his gut, his hand starting to wring his jeans without his permission. He let out a puff of air and stood up to move toward Adam but…
“I-I’ll be right back.” Adam held a hand up to him and rushed over to the bathroom. Kris stared at it and pouted before flopping onto the bed with a huff. Maybe this would be easier when Adam wasn’t feeling so down. Or maybe if Kris wasn’t so nervous that he wouldn’t be able to read what he was about to do. Yeah, like that’s ever going to happen. Kris told the voice to shut up again and closed his eyes to restart again. Hopefully for the last time.