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Title/Chapter: Whataya Want from Me? (03/??)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: American Idol Season 8
Pairing: Adam Lambert / OFC [Temperance aka Tempe] (friendship)
Rating: PG
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC: Temperance
Previous Chapters
Summary: There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s me, I’m a freak. But thanks for loving me, ‘cause you’re doing it perfectly. Oh there once was a time when I’d let you slip away. Oh I wouldn’t even try, but I think you could save my life.

　
 
CHAPTER THREE

The day goes by slowly as I figured it would. But there’s this awkward tension that surrounds Adam and I. It’s uncomfortable and I’m not sure how to make it better. But I couldn’t tell him what that nightmare was about. It was too real and too horrible.

When it’s finally time for bed, I make my way in to the bathroom. I pull my long hair back in to one long braid down my back and proceed to scrub at the day’s make-up. Once that’s done, I brush my teeth and change in to my pajamas before heading back to the main room.
I toss my clothes on to my bag and flop down on my bed. I crawl under the blankets as Adam takes his turn in the bathroom. I can hear him humming quietly as he removes his own make-up. It’s a comforting sound, something from a life that seems so long ago, but in reality was only just about a month or so ago.

I sigh and roll on to my side, curling in to a ball, pulling the blankets around me tightly. I listen silently to Adam moving around the bathroom, doing his nightly rituals. I hear him removing his make-up and washing his face, brushing his teeth and turning the light out. Then I hear him come back in the room and put his things away. I hear him shuffling around the room, but he doesn’t get in his bed. Instead he climbs up on mine, laying down to face me. I peer at him questioningly, with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sorry for prying earlier,” he says quietly.

I reach out to rest my palm against his cheek. “Oh, Adam, I’m sorry too,” I tell him. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”
“Are we okay?” he asks, peering at me through his lashes.

A slow smile splits my face. “Of course we are.”

“Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t having that whole awkward thing that was going on,” he replies.

I laugh. “Me either.”

Then Adam’s face turns serious. “You know you can tell me anything though, right?”

I nod. “I know.”

Adam nods also. “Good, cause I was just wondering… Will you… Could you… I just…”

I chuckle quietly. “Just spit it out, Adam.”

“What happened to your neck?” he blurts making my whole body go rigid. Adam’s eyes go wide and he slaps his hand over his mouth. “Oh god, Tempe. I’m so sorry, but you said to spit it out. I just… I tried to be gentle about it, but it wasn’t coming out and… I’m so sorry.”

I take a deep calming breath. “Wh-when did you notice?” I stutter quietly.

“Not till just now, laying here with you,” the glam-rocker answers. I can only nod. “How’d it happen?” he whispers. I reach up to touch the red scar that goes from one side of my neck to the other, spanning my throat. I remember how it happened and I visibly shudder, my eyes filling with tears.

“Don-don’t make me tell you,” I say through clenched teeth. “Please, Adam.” I look at him with pleading eyes, wet with tears that are starting to make their way down my face.

Adam looks at me sadly. “Just… just answer me this: is it the reason you seem different?” he asks.

I nod, choking back a sob. “Y-yes.” I begin to sob, my body shaking. But strong arms wrap around me pulling me to Adam’s chest.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I’m here and I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.” His promise makes me cry harder and I bury my face in his old soft t-shirt. “I love you, Tempe,” he says quietly, stroking my hair and rubbing my back. It’s the last time he speaks for a while.

After I’ve calmed down a bit, I give Adam a squeeze. “Thank you,” I whisper. When I pull back and look in to those baby blue eyes something inside compels me to lean in, pressing my lips to Adam’s. At first he doesn’t move, but then he’s kissing back urgently. His hands wind themselves in to my hair and he presses his body close. It’s okay for a moment, almost thrilling actually, but then he slides his tongue passed my lips and his hips jut forward revealing his hardening length.

I start to panic, fear flowing through every inch of my being. I shove Adam away with shaking hands, gasping. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I tell him. “I’m just… I’m not having sex with you!”

Adam looks at me quizzically. “O-kay?” he says slowly.

“No, it’s just… you were… and I’m not…” I shake my head, unable to make anything come out of my mouth in a complete sentence. Tears well up in my eyes and trickle down my cheeks. Adam reaches out to wipe them away, making me flinch.

“Hey,” he says softly, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I know,” I whisper. Adam reaches out again and this time I don’t flinch, I let him wipe away the tears. I take a shaky breath. “Thanks.”

Adam gives me a look that I can’t read. “Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” he asks.

I nod. “But, could you get your own blanket? I know it’s a stupid request, but it’d make me more comfortable.”

“Only if you promise me something,” Adam replies. I raise my eyebrow at him. “You’ll tell me what happened to you someday.”

My eyes fill with tears for what seems like the hundredth time in five minutes. I nod. “Of course I will,” I tell him quietly. “But it’s just too hard right now. Too new.” I shrug. Adam nods and goes to get the blanket from the other hotel bed. Then he drags it back over to where I’m laying and climbs up on the bed, laying the blanket over him. He wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“Is this okay?” he asks. I nod, curling in to his side, my head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” I murmur. Then I close my eyes and fall asleep. 

Comments

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poor tempe, i hope she trusts adam enough to tell him what happened,

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We'll just have to wait and see.

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