I have to do this....I have to do this, I thought. Adam Lambert was a couple feet away, talking to his band members. It's been weeks since the Glamnation Tour started and I was his opening act.
My name is Joey Deeton. I'm a singer, songwriter, and guitar player. Adam spotted me a month ago at some bar. My band and I were performing there that day, though we weren't allowed to drink. He'd asked his record label to sign us and they did. Now we were opening for the greatest man on Earth.
Anyway, I got the courage up to talk to Adam. I walked the distance between Adam and I. Adam was laughing at something Tommy said. I stopped mid-walk, making a guy knock into me. What if this didn't work? Obviously, he and Tommy are going out, I thought. But then again, look at the obvious fact first. I was 18. Adam was 28. Yeah, my plan sucked, now that I thought of it. But, Adam already noticed me. Watching me, waiting. I took a deep breath and walked. His band members walked away, Tommy stopping to smack Adam's ass. That made my plan start looking really lame. Adam smiled when I stood in front of him."Hey, Joey." I smiled. The way he said my name like we were long time friends turned me on. "Can we talk for a minute?" Adam grinned. "Sure, what's up?" I looked around at the men transforming the space in front of us into the stage we would soon perform on. "Maybe we should go somewhere alone?" Adam nodded and led the way out of the arena. We walked to his tour bus, It practically glittered in the sun. Very Adam-y. He held the door open for me. He sat on the couch, gesturing me to sit next to him. I sat. I gathered up the remaining amount of courage I had (which wasn't a lot) and looked at Adam. "Adam, I'm gay." He looked at me. "Really? I never would've thought that. Have you told anybody?" He didn't get it. I sighed. "Just my dad and brother, but there's a reason I told you." Adam looked confused. "What is it?" I gulped, took a deep breath, and said,"I'm in love with you, Adam."
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The last of the flashing light died down. The show was over. There was a meet-and-greet right after the show. I know people only got my audiograph because I opened Adam's show. People believed it meant I was going to be a star one day. I didn't mind, though. It was better than nothing. Sighing, I walked down the hall, towards the meet-and-greet area. I passed by Adam's dressing room. I wondered what he was thinking about. Before Adam could respond to my outburst, a crew member came in and told Adam he had to start getting ready, since it took a while for Adam. He smiled at me before leaving. The worst part was after the show. Adam and I shared a tour bus, so it would be pretty awkward. I sighed, but pulled myself together before fans showed up. My album wasn't coming out until after the tour. We were still recording. So instead of a CD, I signed pieces of paper for the fans, or pictures they've googled. It was a last minute thing, me beeing added to the tour. I was always brought to the mee-and-greet first, because last time Adam came with me, the only fan I had asking for an audiograph was a small five-year-old, asking me why I painted my nails. Adam came out once I was done and the crowd screamed. I left then. What was the point staying if I was just going yo stand there. I bumped into Tommy, my mind was somewhere else. He frowned at me and pushed me out of the way. Like a hard shove too, I fell to the ground. Adam saw and whispered something in Tommy's ear. Tommy just waved it off. I got up, ignoring the hands my bodyguards offered, and ran into the tour bus. I knew I didn't belong. I told Adam I'd be an outcast. And now I'm stuck with an uncomfortable bus mate and some dude that hates me for some reason. Was it because Tommy was dating Adam? Did he hear from somwhere what I was planning to do? Does he hate me for hitting on his man? I contemplated this. Maybe that explained all the unnecessary bruises on my body.
Just then the tour bus door opened. Adam stepped in. He smiled at me. "Sorry about Tommy. He has some anger issues." I nodded and moved over on the couch so he could sit. We sat in silence for a while. What was there to say? Hey, you can't love me, I'm with someone else? Or You're too young for me, get a crush on someone else? Trust me, I've tried finding someone else. I didn't love Adam like a fanatic school girl. I loved him like Edward loves Bella. Weird, since I haven't actually met him since that night at the bar, but still. I've met many guys hoping the would release me of the crushing weight of loving Adam, but nothing happened. I looked at Adam from the corner of my eye. He was looking at me from the corner of his eye. We chuckled, but became serious. "Adam, I-" Before I could apologize, he lips were on mine. He kissed me! He actually kissed me!, that thought in the back of my head made me jump with excitment inside. He pulled away, but still very close. His nose was inches from mine. Now and then he'd brush his nose against mine, teasng me. I pinched myself, wondering if I was dreaming. OW!,I said in my head. His kiss was a reality!! He brushed his perfect lips against mine, teasing me, tempting me to kiss him. When I moved forward, he moved back, as if our lips were opposite magnets. He was the same distance from my face, it was as if I never moved. I growled. I wanted him to kiss me! It wasn't fair, teasing me! He smiled at my anger, brushing his lips across my cheek, and down my neck. A moan escaped from my open lips. His lips kept brushing my skin. He pulled back the collar of my shirt, and kissed the tip of my shoulder. He nibbled a little. His hand lay between my legs by accident. He didn't notice, but I did. He chuckled and looked at me, smiling. I blushed, embarassed that he felt how excited I got through my pants. He kissed me again and got up, going towards the bathroom. I exhaled the breath I hadn't noticed I was holding. Adam left the bathroom door opened just a crack. I knew he didn't leave it like that by accident. I was in perfect view of the shower. My phone rang just as he was getting undressed. I turned it off, mesmerized by the perfectness of Adam's body. He turned to look at me, smiled, then got into the shower. He closed the shower door fully, which made me pout. My phone rang again. It was my brother. I answered, remembering the image in my mind of Adam getting undressed.........