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June 1st, 2009

08:06 pm - fic: SIX
Title: Six
Author: xrajahx
Rating: PG-13 (language & just ‘cause)
Character/Pairing: Kris/Adam friendship. But I guess… if you want to squint you could see it as more than that.
Summary: Six oneshots of bromance, set in defining moments of Kradam’s friendship. Some set in the future, prompted by my mom’s grim prediction for where Kris’ marriage might head, and the rest at five other times in Adam and Kris’ epic relationship. Out of order for artistic purposes.

P.S. - I don’t like Gokey. I’m admitting that now, so you know... since it becomes obvious as hell. Sorry if you like him. I don't kill him off or anything, at least.

And the whole goldendoodle part is in reference and honor of my favorite Election ‘08 fandom fic.

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I - THE IDOLS LIVE TOUR

“For reasons not specifically mentioned by either party, newly-crowned American Idol Kris Allen and his wife of mere months, Katy, are rumored to be falling on hard times. It is suspected that the stress of Kris’ sudden fame has hurt their marriage, for the two have separated and sources say they have not spoken in weeks. Meanwhile, speculations are still flying all over the internet about runner-up Adam Lambert’s sexuality, adding to the Idol-related media frenzy as the Top Ten of this season’s show continue to tour the nation...”

He found the crumpled-up tabloid in a ball beside one of Adam’s bags, and after skimming its contents, he proceeded to wad it up again and dispose of it in the wastebasket. Adam had been considerably and unusually morose as of late, and this discovery only made Kris ache to talk to his friend more.
His first mistake in trying to drum up a conversation was probably starting it with a joke.

Adam had been unusually quiet, even around Allison, which was very off-putting to the whole group. The tour bus was in almost complete silence. Adam, looking even more exhausted than he had five minutes before, mumbled something about a headache and flopped unceremoniously unto one of the couches. Kris remained in the main lounge of the tour bus with the others for a few minutes, staring unseeingly at the television, his thoughts on the strange behavior of his friend, who, eyes closed, back to them, was huddled against the cushions. Lil had insisted on watching one of those evening celebrity gossip shows, after hearing rumors that the wildly popular Idols Tour would be discussed.

The moment the screen flashed with the millionth speculative report about “Kris Allen’s relationship with his wife” and “Former contestant Adam Lambert’s sexuality”, a deadly silence settled over the room, accompanied by a cold chill in Kris’ chest. And before Anoop could reach the remote to idly press the “Channel” button, Adam had risen quietly and slunk away. Kris, unnerved by it all, especially by the way the confident singer’s feet dragged a bit across the floor as he walked, followed seconds later, comforting words on the tip of his tongue.

When he found Adam seated by the window in the back, an unreadable emotion etched in his face, the urge to coax a smile onto his friend’s freckled lips became too great.

His comment of “You know, Glambert, when Perez Hilton says dumb shit like this, you find it endearing. Why aren’t you out there laughing it off threatening to parade outside the news studio in heeled boots and a feather boa?.” naturally led to Adam making the second mistake, which was remaining silent, but acknowledging Kris’ presence. It was like a slap to the face for some reason, and Kris flinched. He was about to launch into a tirade of “Cheer the fuck up and get over it” but the instant he inhaled sharply and prepared to speak, Adam cut him off.

“No.” He said simply, voice cracking painfully.

“Ad—”

“No... I can’t. Leeches, Kris. It’s a nothing story being kept alive by fucking leeches. I’m refuse to boost its credibility by commenting on it, but I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t bother me at least a little bit.
“You think I don’t understand that?” Kris rolled his eyes and stepped a bit closer to Adam, examining his face. “The longer you wait to get on this, the greater the chance of it either fizzling out and being forgotten for awhile, or snowballing. But you shouldn’t have to explain anything, Adam. Just accept it. The media just needs something else to natter on about. Tag, you’re it, man. ”

“So, what would you have me do? You want me to announce to the press that I’m just a little bit not straight? That I’d rather kiss a man? Put all of those once-loves; put Brad unfairly into the media spotlight? I chose this, it’s mine to shoulder, why do you think I’ve kept my mouth shut? It’s true that I don’t have the same gift as you, Kris, and can’t make throwing my friends and family members under the bus a teaching moment.”

It’s a direct hit. Kris cringes, the venom of Adam referencing his recent separation from Katy stinging him. It’s less than a second before he slips back into calm, humble, and reasonable mode.

“Adam...” He counts to five slowly, mastering his anger before replying. “Just think about how this looks. I don’t care what you chose to do about this, but you can’t let it torture you like this. You have to admit, despite all your attempts to ignore it, it’s changing you. You’re not the same.”

“How this looks is that if I fuck this up and ruin my career just by being true to myself, I will never be able to live with it.”

“You’re letting them get to you, that’s what they want. Bottom line - if they hound you enough, eventually you’ll either crack completely or tell them want they want to hear. Either way they get a headline out of it. You’re being like their plaything right now.”

“No, Kris. The only thing I’m being is what I’ve always been. Me.” Adam snaps. “This isn’t a matter of national concern, this is personal and it’s nobody’s business but mine. I’m not going to speak out against myself for the sake of them actually focusing on my music and not who I want to kiss... and fuck it all: fuck Idol for putting me in this position, and fuck the stupid decision I made to audition.” Then he laughs, and it’s not his usual chuckle, it’s an ugly sound, like shards of glass scraping in his throat, a harsh rasp that startles Kris.

As sympathetic as he feels, there’s nothing but frustration in his voice, because for a moment, he can’t help but think Adam is being selfish. “I’m sorry, are you new to this world we live in? Have you been in a coma or something? There is no such thing as personal information about sexuality or relationships anymore, and I doubt there ever was in Hollywood! I know you’re not naïve, so this must be you being deliberately stubborn. It’s not like I don’t know, Adam - you should have expected this shit. Katy - the fighting, our problems - remember how many times they dragged that story through the mud and shit on it a few times? And they are still finding ways to talk about that through this whole thing with you! I’m not immune to it either, and it’s becoming obvious that to them, it’s not about the music unless there is nothing else for it to be about. And if you ask me, as much as I love music... that’s a pretty fucking empty life to live! So stop being this... this stranger to us, get over it, and don’t let it embarrass you!”

Poor choice of words. Suddenly, Adam has him literally backed into a wall, and his face is cold. Kris is somewhat frightened that there is a very real possibility that Adam, his best friend, might be about to punch his lights out.

“Fuck you, Allen, you think I care because this is embarrassing? I care because this damages you. You saw that shit on the Internet, how the tabs suggest I had something to do with you and Katy! It turns you into my token, my little prize stolen from her... and not what you are—the best friend I could’ve possibly had in this whole damn competition, the only person I wanted by my side in that finale. And if there is a possibility that anyone... ANYONE for even one second might call that relationship into question, then yes, the temptation to hold a fucking press conference about it all overwhelms me. Later, I’d regret everything and be properly miserable about how unfucking fair this all is, but right now I’m not going to pretend the statements about me seducing you away from your wife don’t bother me!”

Kris was unable to speak. How could he respond to that? Adam moved away, exhaling slowly and closing his eyes. He was so very tempted, in that instant, to smack him, as if the mere act of just slapping his fingers across his face would erase that uncharacteristic sadness from his eyes and wipe away that grim, thin line his lips had formed. But the air had become quite thin during their argument, and he felt a bit lightheaded. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and stumbled over to Adam, reaching out and squeezing the taller man’s arm.

“I’m sorry, Adam. You know I didn’t mean all that.” And in a rush, guilt coiled in Kris’ stomach, as he suddenly hated himself for how angry he’d been with his friend. He recalled the times he’d been allowed to cry her name into his shoulder in weeping, and how Adam had told the reporters inquiring about her to fuck off that one night when they caught the Idols out after one of their shows, the countless hugs and ‘it’ll-be-okay’ mantras Adam had whispered in his ear, and the darkness he’d seen in Adam’s eyes when the story of Kris and Katy’s marital issues first hit prime time TV. A sudden calm enveloped him and he added, “You are my best friend.”

His voice cracked on the final few words and when Adam’s mouth turned upward in a smirk, Kris’ heart might have just possibly overflowed with love.

“I know. And I’m sorry.” Adam replied softly.

Wordlessly, they rejoined the others in the front of the bus, arms draped across each others’ shoulders.

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II - AFTER THE FINALE

After Danny Gokey had shocked them all by proving to be even more of a dumbass than they had previously suspected, after his video with Sarver exploded onto the MySpace scene, and formal, prepared statements of apology for ‘unknowingly’ offensive comments about loving a man in a way that is “right and godly” were surfacing, Adam started avoiding Kris. He knew what was going to happen, and he hated it.

He was dreading that breaking point, when they would experience a sharing of feelings and understanding - a big ugly confrontation about something stupid that somehow needed to be discussed - despite all desire to let it die, shrivel up, and disappear.

When it finally happened, it wasn’t what he expected at all.

It was backstage at Larry King Live, and suddenly Kris had a vice-like grip on his arm guiding him into an empty conference room.

“Don’t even think about it, Adam.” Kris growled to him, which took him aback.

“What?”

“You’re getting that empty look in your eyes lately, I saw it before that last commercial break.” His voice is gentle, but accusing. “Not always there, but don’t think I don’t know this stuff hurts you even a little bit. It’s nothing, alright? We... we both knew Gokey was an ass, and if he thinks God hates you, then I’d say let him go on not making sense because look who God let through to the finale.”

Adam laughed at him, a tiny chuckle deep in his throat. He leaned against the wall, a thoughtful look on his face, and he stowed whatever icy feelings toward Michael and Danny he’d felt into a locked box in the back of his mind.

He really never let himself consider how much he needed to hear those words, just like this, no public apology, no statement issued by others on the stupidity of it all... but from Kris, right then. There was something oddly comforting about just talking to Kris, face to face.

His first instinct was to deny the accusation that it even bothered him in the first place. Next, he considered joking about it, but he could find nothing to say in the section of his mind set aside for sarcastic humor. Yeah, even though he had nothing to with Gokey’s fucktardary, it sometimes privately bothered him in the deep recesses of his perception. And he knew he’d be left alone about his sexuality eventually. But it was Kris’ continual trust in him that was such solace when he knew as well as anyone that ‘eventually’ is indeterminate to the news media.

He finally settled on gentle acceptance of what was said. “I’m fine, honestly. I’ve come to terms that no matter what you or the meager percentage of the population that is remotely intelligent says, there’s going to be people who don’t support me for reasons beyond musical taste. People I’ve already probably pissed off a hundred different times since Ring of Fire, but people you and I will need to work with in life. And if it’s not this shit, it’ll be something else. Don’t worry about me, man... I’m a distraction you don’t need. Go make music, move on with your life. Let me do this.”

He had momentary flashes of everyone who had ever called him a faggot in that disgusted, haughty tone, and imagined slamming his ring-adorned knuckles into their noses. A tiny smile alighted upon his face.

That quickly changed when Kris’ palm whipped upside the back of his head, hard.

“Don’t do this, Adam. Let your martyr complex loose some other time, and not around me. I hate to play the rank card here, but I’m the American Idol. If you try to tell me to forget about you, I won’t accept it, and fuck-it-all... I’ll scrap the trophy and hand in my guitar. I don’t need you to tell me what I do and do not need. I never needed this title coming out this competition. But what I did need was you.”

With that, Kris exited the room, leaving Adam stunned to silence. A moment later, his head reappeared in the doorway, a triumphant grin on his face. “Hey, Adam... if this kind of drama queen shit is going to be a regular thing with you, I’d suggest acquiring some protective headgear, because that... felt pretty damn satisfying.”

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III - TOP 4 ELIMINATION NIGHT

“Fucking DANNY GOKEY???!!!” Adam’s voice was a controlled shriek.

Kris waved his arms frantically in a ‘shut-up-you-idiot-he’s-downstairs’ gesture. “Who said anything about fucking him? All I’m asking is that you attempt to act less angry around him and attempt to preserve at least a speck of your on-camera camaraderie.”

Adam didn’t reply then. He balled his hands into fists and sat down abruptly on his bed, the springs creaking angrily beneath him. Kris’ voice was bland in his own sadness and he couldn’t bring himself to look up at his roommate’s face. He focused on Adam’s hands instead, seeing that his blackened nails were practically cutting into the palms of his hands, the image of Allison’s tearstained face as she sang ‘Crybaby’ probably burning behind his most likely closed eyelids. “Don’t blame her leaving on him.” Kris pleaded quietly. “It’s not even worth the energy.”

Adam scoffed. “Is this about your whole ‘let’s-all-be-friends-and-skip-merrily-through-the-forest’ philosophy? Life doesn’t work like that, Kris. Not in Hollywood, anyway. Maybe we should all move to Conway and then we can kiss and make up?” The suggestion was dripping with anger and sarcasm, and Kris shuddered at the change in his friend... how the usually happy, humble Adam had disappeared so quickly.

Still not looking, still not looking... Kris didn’t want to see the look of despair on Adam’s face, because he knew it would dissolve the little self-control he had restraining his own sadness at their youngest competitor’s departure.

“This is about doing what’s best for you, me, and everyone. It’s a little old-fashioned, I know, to be civil... but I think you should give it a try. You can’t pin this all on Gokey, anyway.”

“Oh, I can’t? She didn’t deserve this.” Adam’s voice was low, now bereft of his earlier anger, and full of melancholy. “You know she was fucking brilliant last night on that stage, everyone knows it... she... didn’t d-deserve...”

Now Kris was most definitely looking at him, eyes fixed on Adam’s jawline, down which a single tear was slowly cascading. This sent a ripple of shock through him as he mentally traced the tear’s path back up to Adam’s glassy eyes, which were big and brimming with uncontrolled emotion. The eyeliner was starting to pool with the moisture forming at the corners of his lids.

And because it was the absolute worst moment for it, the untouched part of him that he had kept hidden for his own sanity during this whole experience, his emotions, suddenly decided to emerge.

He sat down beside Adam, tears threatening to fall from his own eyes. “I know, Adam... she didn’t deserve to go home. It’s going to be hard... I know she was like your sister, you two were very close, and it was so obvious to everyone. Look, I’m sorry about that. But don’t blame Danny for it; as much as I know there’s tension between you two, it’s not worth it.”

He dared to look into Adam’s eyes, and this time, he really believed he was about to see Adam Lambert begin to cry, for he could see the sadness boiling in his face, clouding his usually bright eyes.

“I’ll miss her a lot...” He managed to say, and then he shook his head as if he were ashamed at being so upset. “She’s so talented, I thought she had a chance at winning this whole thing... and I know it’s unfair to be mad at Danny for this, but you and I know what being the American Idol is supposed to be about and who he is... is he the best person for the job? Am I... or even you? She’s a raw talent, and a genuinely good person, and such a role model to so many girls out there... and she was so fucking calm about it. At seventeen, I’d have been bawling. And Danny thought it was him, he’s usually in pissy fourteen year-old girl rivalry mode... but he looked so scared, hell, I was scared. Scared I’d do something rash... and I still might.” Kris squeezed Adam’s shoulder, sighing. “I’ll hold a nice press conference about it afterward. Then after I’m disqualified, you can beat Danny’s ass at this and become the next American Idol.”

Adam’s voice was fake-cheerful by the end of his rant, but Kris heard the rough gravel deep inside, tinged with disappointment, and it was that that dug its way underneath his own rib cage and found his heart, making him want to say something else, but he failed to find words.

It didn’t matter, because then Adam abruptly stood up, the mattress shifting, and Kris wavering upon it as it shook.

He sat there silently pondering, ten seconds, twenty, thirty, forty... a full minute before he finally wrapped his mind around the fact that Allison Iraheta was gone.

“O-Okay… Adam …we, uh-" He swallowed a lump in his throat, noticing the soft blanket of quiet that had fallen over the mansion. A subject change was desperately needed. “Okay, then. We’ll need to start thinking about song choices for next week…”

“I’ve already picked.” Adam turned to him, his eyes blank now. It was eerie to Kris, that his face was neither sad nor bright, but a clean slate. “I’m singing Aerosmith.” And at that, he saw a small grin at the corner of Adam’s mouth.

Aerosmith.

Kris thought for a moment.

“Does this have anything to do with the fact that Gokey sang Aerosmith this week, and didn’t do, shall we say, brilliantly?” He inquired, allowing a careful teasing smile to split his cheeks.

“All part of the plan, Kris.” Adam told his friend seriously.

“Are you going to be okay?” Kris asked slowly, standing up and facing the other man.

“Yeah. I’ll miss Alli… a lot, but I’ll be fine.” His eyes are again trained elsewhere. Kris is somewhat relieved at this, because judging by the pain he still hears plainly in Adam’s voice, he is unsure of what he’d see if Adam looked at him, but certain he wouldn’t like it.

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IV - GRAND ‘OLE OPRY WEEK

Adam wasn’t exactly pleased with the theme this week.

Kris saw it in the contemplative, somewhat put-off look that crossed Adam’s face when the contestants found out that country music is what they’d all be singing the next week.

His roommate looked tired and unnerved for a split second, but after Kris blinked, there is a wide grin spreading across Adam’s face, letting his uncovered freckles dance upon his pale cheeks. Kris couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw the wheels turning in his new friend’s head.

Kris sailed through mostly unscathed, breezily managing to please Randy Travis and marginally impress the judges. But he let the confident smile decorating his face sink and disappear, when Adam’s ratings were not as enthusiastic, when Simon stated that viewers might be tossing their televisions out their windows. He’d found himself perplexed, but pleasantly so by Adam’s rendition of the Johnny Cash song, but was discouraged by the lack of recognition Adam was receiving for being the standout of the night and making the song his own.

It had not taken long for them to become close, he and Adam, and after long nights of trying to fall asleep and prolonged conversations, he’d quickly gotten to know the guy, and genuinely liked him. So he couldn’t help but worry a bit that his new friend might be plagued by viewers agreeing with Simon, and leave him... alone in that big room, with no one to talk to until his eyes slid shut.

Adam seemed unabashed, his unflappable confidence shining through when they went back to the mansion. He immediately flipped open his laptop and opened up a Google page, following what Kris found was routine. After some typing, a few clicks, and a scroll down the results page, Kris watched Adam’s face contort into a thoughtful, and slightly concerned look.

And stay that way.

Kris froze by his own bed, staring at Adam for a moment, before boldly asking, “What are they saying about tonight?”

As far as replying went, Adam didn’t even look like he wanted to for a split second. Then, he smiled nervously and read aloud, “Newsday - American Idol Does Country - Lambert Stuns with Version of Cash’s Ring of Fire.”

Kris didn’t say anything at first. Adam bit his lip.

“Don’t worry. You were great, I mean, look at that - the title of the article pinpoints your performance, and no one else’s. You’ll be fine.”

They didn’t discuss it for a few minutes, as Kris shuffled around, preparing himself to lie down and rest.

Then, Adam spoke up, his voice curious. “Was it too... different? Should I have waited until later in the competition to do something like this?”

“I liked it a lot because it was different, and sure, I bet it was a bit polarizing and yeah, maybe controversial... but not offensive. That’s bullshit.” Kris laughed. “I don’t think you should be nervous. You’ll be fine.” He repeated. After a thoughtful hum from Adam, Kris continued, “What do the comments on the article say?”

“Mmm... mixed reviews.” Adam’s eyes scanned the page slowly, as he read a considered every word. Suddenly, a light filled them, and he burst out laughing, an infectious sound that Kris was just starting to get used to.

“What?” Kris smiled at Adam, who was staring at the screen, laughs tumbling from his lips as he breathlessly pointed to whatever he was reading. Overcome with wonder, Kris asked, “What’s it say?”

Adam gulped then, catching his breath, but he barely kept a straight face as he read in a high-pitched, squeaky voice, “Comment from IDOLgirl09: I think the best performance of the night was by Kris Allen. Soooooo cute! You want to just squeeze him, he’s so adorable! He reminds me of a goldendoodle... except he’s even cuter!”

“A goldendoodle?!!!” Kris asked, as Adam started laughing again. Glad that Adam was distracted from being concerned about his own performance, but confused about this “IDOLgirl09”’s reaction to his, Kris grinned and grudgingly continued, “What is that? It sounds like some kind of... snack dessert. Like a Twinkie.”

This only made Adam laugh harder, and Kris rose, approaching his roommate, looking intensely at him in a way he hoped conveyed, “YOU’D-BETTER-TELL-ME-WHAT-THE-HELL-A-FREAKING -GOLDENDOODLE-IS-BEFORE-I-SOCK-YOU”.

After a moment, Adam explained, “It’s a cross between a poodle and golden retriever. Don’t you have those in Arkansas?” Kris glared at him and Adam merely smiled again. “They’re very fluffy, and yeah, pretty damn cute.”

Kris sighed dramatically. “Adam, I know it’s not entirely my choice, but if my fans are going to say I remind them of a dog, couldn’t they have tried a breed that won’t have the other contestants rolling around laughing at me?”

Adam nodded, still grinning. “Should’ve gone for the pit-bull. Suits you more. Everyone will be so intimidated; they’ll punch in your voting number for fear of being mauled.”

Kris couldn’t believe it, but he found himself chuckling as well, and moments later, settling beside Adam to read comments over his shoulder.

Dogs. He’s going to be my roommate for however long we’re both here and we’re talking about dogs and I can’t even mock him for knowing all about goldendoodles because I’m glad we’re talking about dogs, talking about dogs is the first real, laughter-filled, friend-like conversation we’ve had and how screwed up is that?

Kris let out a snort of laughter when Adam told him that he’d once considered getting a goldendoodle for a companion, and Adam ducked his chin down to hide a satisfied smile.

“Actually, if I ever do get one, maybe I’ll name him Kris,” His eyes were twinkling. “This girl might be on to something. Kris. Krissy. It’s cute.”

“Are you kidding me?” Kris withdrew a pillow from behind him and smacked Adam with it. “Adam, if you name your dog Kris … I’ll.. I-I don’t know.”

Adam stared at him, smirking. “You ever have pets, man?”

“Not really.” He replied genially. “When I was a kid, yeah. I like them, but I don’t have any now. And you’re changing the subject. DO NOT; I repeat, DO NOT, name your dog after me. I’ll resign from this competition in protest.”

“Haha, I’d obviously wait until this was all over, silly.” Adam told him, and Kris rolled his eyes at how obvious that was. “Unless you want to help me sneak Kris the goldendoodle into this place...”

“I’ll leave.” Kris stated flatly. “Hop on a bus, plane... who cares? But I’ll be gone.”

Adam sighed and shut his eyes, fluttering his eyelashes in mock-drama and pouting his lips. “No, Kris, don't. You can’t go. The show needs you too much, I need you too much, I can’t function without you, blah, blah, blah.”

When Kris scoffed and attempted to rise from the bed, pretending to be offended, Adam swiftly grabbed his arm.

“Wait, I’m not finished, Kristopher!” And Adam shifted, pouring on even more drama as he continued. “You’re all that is good in the world, what would I do without you? That you allow me in your most amazing presence is such an honor. My life on Idol would be gray and colorless, and lack golden fluffiness without you around... which is a terrible thing to contemplate. You are the wind beneath my wings, Kris, don’t you get it?!” He exclaimed. “Do you want me to sing about it? I will.”

He actually might. Kris thought, restraining his laughter. Quickly, Kris shushed his roommate. Then, after a few moments of silence, Adam’s smile filling the void, Kris snapped suddenly, “Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Mr. Lambert, or I may just respectfully have to tell you to go fuck yourself.”

Adam looked surprised at Kris’ use of the curse word, but not displeased. It only served to make that wicked smile grow bigger, and a few wholesome laughs to escape his mouth. “Respectfully?”

“With the utmost respect, of course.” Kris said sincerely, trying hard not to laugh himself.

Later that night, Adam plopped the laptop onto Kris’ stomach when the latter was sprawled out across the bed, watching the TV. “That,” he said, “Is a goldendoodle.” Kris peered at the picture, squinting. “See? That’s totally you, Kris. I don’t care what you say, one day, the two of us will sneak a goldendoodle into the mansion and name him Kris.”

As Kris looked up to glare at his friend, he found him smiling again, that contagious, bright grin.

“I can just see it: Kris, don’t bite me! Kris, don’t growl at Simon! Kris, don’t piss on Gokey’s shoes!” Adam was rambling.

Kris shook his head vigorously. “With the exception of maybe shouting about not taking a shit on thousand dollar carpet, this would change the ordinary day-to-day activities here, how?”

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V - A WEEK AFTER THE FINALE

“I just need to know what your plans are, Mr. Allen. The deadline to declare will come up on you fast … I’ll need your signature, on a contract.”

Kris clutched the phone tighter and squeezed his eyes shut. What his plans were? So strange that not too long ago he knew exactly what his plans were. Marry Katy, go be on American Idol for whatever short amount of time he was accepted, then go back to Conway where he belonged.

So funny how all three of those plans fell through.

The American Idol, what he’d been working towards his whole life, everything he ever wanted—still wanted, right? It wasn’t like he didn’t think he could do it, and deserved it; it was just that everyone hadn’t suspected this was the way it was going to end up.

He had a meeting this afternoon with a few producers. Had another one next week.

Then there would be the Idols tour, signing a contract, not looking stupid on the numerous talk shows he’d appear on...

“Kris?” Kris became vaguely aware that he was not on the phone with someone at 19E anymore, and had turned to find Adam standing in the doorway backstage at the Today Show.

Adam scrutinized his friend’s face for a minute, before rolling his eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Kris... do you want this, or not? Why do you always look so miserable when you’re not in front of a camera? You do want this. I know you do.”

“Uh, yes?” Kris offered him a weak smile. “If I say yes, will I find a smelly, dead tunafish in my mailbox?”

Adam scoffed, waving a hand in dismissal. “I swear, one time, and they never let you forget it.”

“I do want this.” Kris breathed, answering him seriously.

“Well then, you have my blessing. Now, go kick some ass for me.” Adam said laughing. “You’re on in five.”

“You’re serious?” Kris still couldn’t believe him.

“Yes, I’m serious. I’ll even write you a seriously long and devoted love letter to show I mean it if you want.” Adam smirked at him.

“How can you... I d-don’t...why?” Kris stuttered. “Why are you not disappointed? You lost, Adam. Why are you not acting like it?”

“Well, I-uh, decided to do what’s best for me, for you... and for everyone.” He laughed, and the sound was so welcome and warm to Kris that he could’ve hugged Adam right then. “It’s a little old-fashioned, to be civil-but I thought I’d give it a try. Besides, we both know you could beat the shit out of me if I even tried to hit you.” Adam smiled wholly at Kris.

“How can you even be real?” Kris said in awe. “You’re awesome. You know that, don’t you?” After a slight pause, “You’re sure you’re serious?” Kris teased.

“Yes, I’m serious, you idiot! Ask me again and, I swear, I’ll run into the studio right now and come out as a heterosexual to Matt Lauer!” And Adam threw his arms around the smaller man, pulling him to his chest in an embrace.

Kris wasn’t all too sure what was to come, but he thought, with a contented smile, that this is the sort of thing that made him think he’d be just fine.

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VI - AFTER THE IDOLS TOUR

When the last tour stop rolled by, Kris found himself utterly at a loss for how to move on. Sure, he was working on an album, becoming an artist in the industry, and that both excited and scared him. And to complicate things, Katy was sorry, all of a sudden, and wanted him to come back to Conway.

“She won’t ask you to outright, so I am...” Mrs. Allen’s voice had said over the phone. “I’m asking you, saying you should, I’m saying you should come home, Kris.”

What could he do?

Numbly, he remembered saying okay.

He got all his ducks in a row, briefed all his producers, made all the proper arrangements for travel to Arkansas, and did not rip off Gokey’s head when he offers his farewell pleasantries.

For some reason, when it came time to say goodbye to his friend and roommate, he felt strangely as if he should have been apologizing.

Adam, of course, saw it all in his face.

“Kris, stop. There’s no need. I understand. She’s your wife.”

It’s here that the realization hit him like a punch to the gut, Adam did understand, he knew what it means to be hurt and to love someone, and especially what it was like to have both happen at the same time.

Kris remembered hearing the catch in Adam’s throat when he talked about his past the night before the disco performances, when decades plus old pain was ripped open and raw for the audience.

Adam was human too, and he was vulnerable, and so, he was sympathetic.

It was, he marveled with a sad smile, exactly the kind of thing that won Kris over and made him love Adam, that special understanding he seemed to have about everything, and how their friendship made him feel warm and accepted even when all else failed and he was alone.

A few years ago, Kris Allen would never have given a man like Adam Lambert the chance to get to know him. At this moment, he had the rampant urge to go back in time and kick that version of himself’s ass. And, he thought painfully, as long as he was in control of all space and time, he could really fix things between him and Katy.

Fuck. He could barely look at Adam. He couldn’t - because all of it, every cliché Kris knew of to possibly fit this situation was true. Gravity seemed to fall out from under him and tears he’d held inside since the call from his mom welled up in his eyes. He blinked them back, not knowing what to do next.

He outstretched out his hand, attempting to seek refuge in settling for stifling formalities, waiting for his friend to clasp it.

“I’m so glad I got to know you, Adam Lambert.” He said sincerely, Adam’s name hitching in his throat.

But the taller man refused to stick to the script, as usual. Adam practically yanked him into a hug, an all-encompassing embrace that Kris melted into gratefully. Adam held Kris tight, one hand on the base of his neck, the other at the small of his back.

At first, he went tense and his arms dangled limply at his sides, but then Kris leaned in, his own arms wrapping around Adam, indulging in a single choked sob before pulling away.

Adam’s eyes were just as bright as ever, and he smiled in a way that almost broke him. He frantically scrubbed at his face, willing himself not to lose it completely.

“Sorry, sorry.” He mumbled quietly. “I-I’m just... such a mess right now. Just wish I had more time, you know?”

He was not sure if he meant more time with Adam or more time to prepare for going back to Katy.

Adam gave him a tiny smile. “I never regretted asking you to be my roommate, Kris Allen.”

Kris gulped, trying to work his words around the lump in his throat. “I never regretting accepting.”

That should be a lie, Kris thought. All the battles—with each other, with the press, with the opposition, and with the world.

But it wasn’t a lie, not in the least, to the two of them. Right now, Kris looked at Adam and all he saw was the good.

He met Adam when they bonded during the rounds before the Top 13.

He came to love Adam throughout the months of rooming with, singing with, and competing against him. There were moments of anguish, triumph, stress, and joy.

And now, he knew, he’d do it all again without a second thought.

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Sorry if the alignment got messed up, my computer's a bench. (Thanks Kris! Bench is the new "biatch") ;)

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May 25th, 2009

07:23 pm - Fic: Halloween with the Idols.
Allison Iraheta entered the main room of the house to find her friend sprawled out on the couch watching the television.

She sat down next to Adam, soon discovering that he was watching an R-rated scary movie. Some of the Idol contestants had reunited for a Halloween party at Kris’ new house - which needless to say was beautiful.

She shuddered at the frightening noises coming from the TV. “Adam...” No other way to ask but to break it too him slow “... will you stay behind this year to pass out candy to the trick or treaters?”

Adam, who had been watching the screen intently, leapt about five standard feet in the air. “WHAT???!!!!!!!!!!!” he yelped as he landed haphazardly back on the cushions, clutching his chest in horror.

“I said...” Allison began, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear.

“I know what you said, sweetie. But ME miss trick or treating? NEVER! Wow, the thought of such a thing sends shivers down my spine!”

Allison pointed at the movie Adam had been engrossed in and retorted, “And a guy getting his teeth ripped out one by one by a rusted tool doesn’t?”

“Nope.” Adam said nonchalantly, grabbing a bowl of candy Lil had set down earlier. He reached for a piece, but Allison snatched it away.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!” Adam screamed.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!” Allison argued. “Lil says this is for the children that come to Kris’ door. Adam, someone has to stay behind, and I’m going this year because Megan wants us to go together.”

Megan and Allison were going to dress in matching costumes this year.

“Find someone else.” Adam stated simply. “I’m going. I’m not missing out on free candy. And dressing up in an awesome outfit.”

“Adam, the candy is for children.” Allison told him, not believing she, the seventeen year-old, was explaining this to Adam, the twenty-seven year-old.

“Well, I’m a child at heart!” Adam pouted, stamping one of his feet upon the floor. “And I wanna go!” He crossed his arms over his chest and stuck out his bottom lip.

“Fine!” Allison said, exasperated. She threw her hands into the air. “I’ll find someone else! But you’d better not steal ANY candy from ANY children, Adam, or I’ll...”

“Steal candy?” Adam questioned. “That’s so mean! You must be thinking of Kris. I don’t steal candy from innocent kids. He does, and then I steal it from him!”

“MEANIE!” Kris yelled immaturely, entering the room. “YOU SUCK, ADAM! It was YOU that one time! AND I BLAMED ANOOP!”

Allison was astonished at the two men. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“We’re kidding.” Kris quickly said.

“Good.” And Allison hurried up the stairs to get dressed.

“Kris?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re kidding?” Adam asked him.

“She said please, Adam. The P word practically demands results. And besides, that kid GAVE me his candy for an autograph! ”

“Still. We manipulated him.” Adam said. “We should be ashamed.”

“I reckon we should.” Kris said. If he had been a dog, his ears would be drooping. Then he caught sight of the candy bowl. “HEY CANDY! COME TO PAPA!”

Adam stopped him. “Allie said we can’t eat it.”

“Adam, Adam, Adam. You still have much to learn. I mean, I know you bat for the other team and everything, but seriously...? Men aren’t supposed to LISTEN to what women say.”

“And if they threaten to beat you senseless and make you sleep on the couch?” Adam asked with a raised eyebrow, suppressing a laugh.

Kris thought for a second. “Good point.” Adam looked deep in thought. “Wait a minute...”

Then, Adam’s hand plunged into the candy bowl, and when he withdrew it, it contained several Milky Ways and a packet of mini M&Ms.

“ADAM! DID YOU FORGET WHAT YOU JUST SAID A FEW SENTENCES AGO???!”

“Nope.” Adam said, stuffing his face with the candy, which was still in the wrapper. He licked his lips and smiled. “Sucks for you, Kris! Muahahaha!”

“WHAT?!!!”

“Katy can’t make me sleep on the couch!!! I don’t live here!”

“But I can beat you senseless!” a voice called. Allison stood in the doorway, wearing a pink sparkly dress and a tiara.

“That’s funny, Adam.” Kris remarked. “You didn’t tell me any princesses were coming to my party.”

Anakin sighed loudly. “Must’ve slipped my mind.”

Allison put her hands on her hips, thoroughly weirded out by the fact that she was bossing the older men around. “Do not eat the candy.”

“Do not eat the candy.” Adam mocked quietly.

“ADAM!” Allison screeched.

Adam shrunk into the couch cushions. “I’m invisible.”

Just then, Megan came bounding down the stairs, also wearing a sparkly gown and a princess crown. “Krissy!” she yelled, hugging him tightly.

“Hey, Meg.” Kris said, “You’re a beautiful princess if I ever saw one.”

“Thanks, baby!” Megan said, pleased. “Hello, Adam!”

“Hey, Megan. You look so cute in that princess dress.” Adam told her. “I can’t decide who looks better you or Kris... I mean, Allie. Hahaha... I just had a funny mental picture of Kris in a princess outfit!” Adam laughed hysterically.

Megan giggled too. “Wow, Adam. You’re so silly.”

“Yeah. Did I ever tell you that story, Meg? About that one time when Kris got drunk and agreed to wear my makeup and a skirt?” Adam asked.

“No.” Megan said, scooting over to sit by Adam. Kris rose to help Anoop, who appeared to be struggling with his costume, blushing a bit himself as Adam started talking.

Anoop sat at the foot of the stairs, trying to tie his vampire cape around his neck. “Stupid thing won’t tie.” He told Kris.

“Here I’ll tie it, you goof.” Kris offered. Anoop allowed him to tie it, and then he slipped his vampire teeth into his mouth.

“Am I scary, Kris?” Anoop asked.

“Now more then ever.” Kris replied.

“RAR!” Anoop screamed, leaping toward Allison.

“That’s so cute!” Allisom squealed. “’Noopy is dressed like a monstrous blood-sucking creature!”

Anoop smiled toothily.“Time for candy?”

“Yes.” Allison agreed. “Meg! Megan, you ready?”

Kris entered the living room to hear the tail end of whatever Adam was telling Megan. “... and then, I beat the living crap out of Gokey’s butt.”

Megan laughed. “That was a good story!”

“And the moral of this story is...” Adam finished. “Don’t play with matches.”

“Okay, Adam.” Megan said, rolling her eyes. She giggled and waved goodbye, running off to join Allison and Anoop.

Allison poked her head out of the kitchen. “Kris, you’d better find a costume! Anoop, Megan, and I are leaving now... oh and Danny’s passing out candy... and you guys can catch up later!”

“OKAY, BYE!” Kris called back. “I can’t WAIT! I’m dreaming of Skittles... Reese Cups and M&Ms...” he sang strumming invisible guitar.

“And Snickers.” Adam added.

“ALLISON!!!! Adam is making me hungry!” Kris yelled, grinning wickedly.

“Tattletale.” Adam whispered.

Allie, walking out the door, replied, “Adam, stop, I don’t want to have to explain drool on the couch to Katy again!”

Adam stuck his tongue out at Kris as the door closed. As soon as the lock clicked and Allison, Anoop and Megan’s voices faded with the distance, he stood up. He began to bounce up and down on Kris’ new couch.

“CANDY!” Adam yelled. He began to dance wildly. “CANDYCANDYCANDYCANDYCANDYCANDYCANDY!”

“Adam...”

“CANDY! AHAHAHAHAAH! CANDY!”

“Adam!”

“CANDYCANDYCANDY! HEHEHEHEHE! CANDY! CANDY! CANDY! CANDY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CANNNNNNNNNDDDDDDY!!!!”

“ADAM!” Kris screamed.

“CANDY, KRISSY!” Adam turned to face him. “CANDY!!!!”

“You’ve established this. 20 times, actually.” Kris said boredly.

“Oh. But... we’re gonna get candy.”

“Not if I don’t find a costume, we aren’t.”

“NOT MY PROBLEM! I’LL JUST GO TRICK-OR TREATING WITH YOUR HOT SMOKIN WIFE, KATY!”

“Yes?” Katy appeared, laughing. “You called?”

“CANDY, KATY! CANDYCANDYCANDYCANDY!” Adam told her.

“I know!” she exclaimed. She was dressed as a fairy, with glittery wings and a tutu.

Kris, meanwhile, lower lip quivering, stared at Adam. His eyes filled with moisture, and his mouth hung open slightly. “But... but but... you promised we’d go trick-or-treating TOGETHER!” Kris then ran out of the room sobbing.

Katy looked alarmed. “Geesh, Adam, what did you do?”

“I called him fat.” Adam said. “I think. I don’t remember.”

Katy gestured to the paper bag sitting on the couch. “When are you putting on your costume?”

“Not yet.” Adam replied. “I have to make sure Gokey’s ready to pass out the crap out to the kids.”

“Passing out crap, am I?” Danny said, as he entered the room. Then he saw the candy bowl. “It’d probably be better for them than this junk.” He looked up at Adam, holding the bowl. “I’m ready, I think.”

“What about your costume?” Adam inquired suspiciously.
“Ah, shit... knew I forgot something.” He turned on his heel and headed for the restroom. “Be right back.”

“See? He needs supervision.” Adam pointed out to Katy.

Katy looked at Adam. “You’re insane.”

“And Kris isn’t?”

“He prefers special, Adam.”

“Sorry, honey.” Adam laughed.

Katy fiddled with her fairy belt. “I love Halloween.”

“I know, me too. Let’s go trick-or-treating now. Where’s Kris?”

“You made him cry, remember?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

As if on cue, Kris walked into the room. Strangely enough, he looked as if hadn’t cried at all.

“What’s the dizzle?” Kris asked, seeing both of his friends staring at him.

“Uhhhh...”

“Kris, are you okay?” Adam asked, genuinely concerned that he’d hurt his friend’s feelings.

“YEAH!” Kris yelled, putting up the rock on sign.

“ADAM!” Katy was panicking. “He’s not Kris! It’s an imposter!”

She pulled a shovel out of her pocket. (How’d that fit in there?) She then proceeded to beat Kris over the head.

Kris fell to the floor. “Arrrggh... I thought we were like this, man!” He gestured with two fingers coming together.

“Katy...” Adam started. “I think that is Kris.”

“Oh. Ask him.” Katy said nonchalantly, dropping the shovel.

“Are you Kris?” Adam asked.

“That’s what my mommy named me. But you can call me Home Dog if you prefer.” Kris muttered.

“That’s him.” Adam said, pulling him up. “Did you decide on a costume, Home Dog?”

“No...” Kris looked sad. “I can’t think of anything.”

“Go as yourself.” Katy suggested.

“No, that’s too scary, Katy! What are you, nuts? He might make the kids pee their pants.” Adam pointed out.

Katy shrugged again, giggling, and then grabbed a bag for her candy. “I’m heading out to find Allison and the others. See you two later?”

“BYE!” Kris called and then he pointed at the brown paper bag. “What’s in there?”

“My costume, dummy. And don’t even ask... it’s a surprise.”

“Oh...” Kris said distantly. “Well then you can’t see mine yet either!”

Adam chuckled loudly. “You mean the one you don’t have?”

“Yeah. That one.” Kris said, sitting down and continuing the movie Adam had been watching.

Adam wiped a fake tear. “Aww, you’ve racked me emotionally, Kris. I may never recover!”

He sat beside him. Kris glared at him. “Fuck you.”

A series of loud noises and muffled noises came from the TV screen.

“Cool...” Kris murmured.

Adam’s eyes flew to the screen. “Get back here, eyes!” Adam yelled. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you grow wings! ...seriously, Kris, what did I miss?”

“That guy just got his gizzards stripped out.”

“Awesome!”

Kris turned off the holovid. “I should be thinking of a costume.”

But before either Idol could say a word, the doorbell rang.

Kris glanced at the refresher door, behind which, Danny was still changing.

“What the-...” Adam yelled. “Damn kids, Danny’s not ready!” He then noticed Danny had taken the bowl of candy with him. “Shit! Kris, what am I supposed to give them?”

“I don’t know...cough drops?” Kris replied.

“GREAT IDEA!” Adam screamed, snatching a bag from the cupboard. He ran to the window, peeking out the curtains.

“Uh oh.”

“What?” Kris asked, from the couch.

“Um. Stay there, Kris... no wait... you have to hide!”

“Huh?” What’s going on?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.”

“What?” Kris approached and attempted to look out the window, but Adam blocked him. “Kris, it’s some of those crazy lunatic fan stalkers...”

Kris suddenly looked extremely scared and frustrated. “I’ll take care of it, then.”

“Oh no you won’t!” Adam protested. “You’ll end up revealing your identity to them and then we’ll be mauled and crazy shit like that!”

“No way...” Kris murmured. “Adam, just let me...”

“NO!” Adam pushed him back. “Just do as I say and hide! You don’t have a costume, and you suck at acting, they’ll recognize you!”

“I’m not THAT bad, Adam...”

“Kris!” Adam scolded.

Kris sighed and began squeezing himself under the couch, out of view of the door when it was open. It was hard and cramped and full of dust bunnies.

“Dust bunnies?” Kris questioned the author. “More like dust mammoths!”
“OW! DANG IT!” He yelped loudly as Adam was struggling into his costume. “Kris! Be quiet!”

“I hit my head, sorry!” Kris huffed.

“Just shut up!” Adam said, as the doorbell rang again. “Hang on, hang on...” he muttered.

“Do I have to stay like this?”

“YES!”

“Whiiiyyyyyyy?”

“Kris, stop being childish!”

“It’s in my nature, I can’t help it!”

“Kris, stop it!”

“Fine... hurry up then, I can hardly breathe.”

The doorbell rang a third time. “I’m COMING!” And he ran to the door, yanking it open.

The children outside yelled the standard, “TRICK OR TREAT!”

“Hey kids...” Adam said cheerfully. “Thanks for being very patient...cough cough.”

That made him think of the cough drops, which he held in his hand. Feeling bad, he grabbed a bag of candy he happened to notice sitting on a table nearby.

“Nice costumes.” He observed. “What are you supposed to be?”

The first kid, a blond-haired boy, announced. “Duh. We’re the American Idols!”

“Riiggghht.” Adam said. “Okay.”

Another kid asked him, “Do you know if any real Idols live here? I read on a web page that one is rumored to live here.”

“Well, aren’t you the cutest smartest little cyber-geek... I mean...” Adam corrected himself, “No famous people live near me. So are you gonna tell me which Idol you are dressed as?”

The blond-haired one said proudly. “I’m Danny Gokey.”

“Really?” Adam asked, intrigued. “Are you sure Danny Gokey wears ballerina slippers?”

Kris laughed from under the couch.

The kid looked flustered. “Well... no... I ...I... I just like ballet!” He started crying and ran off.

This made Adam feel bad. “Idiot. Nice going, Adam.” Catching himself, he continued, “So, what about the rest of you?”, hoping none of them heard the name he mentioned.

“I’m Matt Giraud.” The cyber geek told him.

“No you’re not.” Adam said.

“YES I AM!” he yelled.

“If you were Matt, you would be wearing a hat.” Adam pointed out.

“Just give us candy already, Batman.” The kid said, eyeing Adam’s costume.

Adam looked down at his Darth Vader outfit, astonished. “I’m not BATMAN!”

“Well, Batwoman, then.”

The kid ran away as Adam raised a gloved fist. “Why you little-... I take that as a compliment!”

“Oh. I get it.” One of the remaining kids said. “You’re Darth Vader.”

“Yep, sure am.” Adam said, pleased. “Who are you supposed to be?”

“I’m Anoop.” The kid said slowly.

“Uh huh. I definitely see that. Kids these days...”

“Are you gonna give us candy or not?” another kid, who looked very aggravated, asked.

“Slow down there, Sparky!” Adam exclaimed.

“I’m not Sparky, I’m Kris Allen!” The kid yelled.

Kris squirmed audibly under the couch.

Adam’s eyes went as big as dinner plates. “Kris, huh? Okay, first of all, where’s your guitar? Second of all, that shirt is more Adam’s style. Third, Kris does NOT have horns. And finally... Kris HAS TWO eyes.”

Kris began to laugh, inhaling the dust mammoths.

The child, like his companion, burst into tears. “Well, maybe I’m CYCLOPS KRIS!!”

And he ran off.

The last kid remaining looked up at Adam. “Geesh, you’re a funny man. How do you know so much about the Idols?”

“Oh, I’m just smart.”

“Well, do I get candy?”

“No.” Adam teased.

“WHYYYYYY?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and said, “Because Anoop is would never wear a green tutu unless drunk. And those are Scott’s signature pink pants. That’s Adam’s Mad World coat... and that is a stick, not a microphone.”

“Hmph. Prove it Smarty-PANTS!”

“Kid, you are not getting any of this candy, so clear out!”

The kid looked very upset. “I knew I shouldn’t have dressed as Anoop. I wanted to be my favorite Idol dude...”

“Who?” Adam asked, curious.

“Adam Lambert! He’s so cool!”

“Yeah he is... I mean... whatever.” Adam replied, with shifty eyes.

“Wait, you know him?”

“Not exactly.” Adam said, starting to get nervous.

Kris sighed loudly, which turned into a cough.

“What was that?” The kid asked.

“What?” Adam said, flustered. “Oh that! That was just my...uhhh...dog.”

“WOOF!” Kris said.

“Oh.” But he didn’t looked like he believed him.

Desperate, Adam said. “Here, take some candy, I like Adam too.”

“Really?”

“Sure, here.”

But then, it happened. Muffled yells and a loud crunch were heard behind Adam.

Adam shut the door behind him, in the face of Danny, who was very confused.

The child looked even more suspicious.

“Sorry about...uhhh... my dog... he’s really a good boy, but sometimes he’s naughty.”

“I have a dog named Fluffy who pees all over the rug.”

“Oh... Kris doesn’t do that.”

“Kris?” The kid asked. Adam froze. Crap!

“That’s cool... did you name him after Kris Allen? ” The child asked innocently. Adam sighed in relief, nodding a quick yes.

“You know the kid that dressed like Matt? He said he thought Adam lived here...”

“He doesn’t.” Adam said truthfully.

“Yeah. I kinda figured that out. I don’t think the real Adam would dress in a costume that made him look like Batwoman!” he teased.

“You’d be surprised, kid.” Adam wanted to slap himself. “I mean, uh... HEY! It’s DARTH VADER!”

“Whatever.” And the kid departed.

Adam hurriedly opened the door, dumping the candy into Danny’s already filled bucket as he passed the other man who was dressed as a devil.

He wanted to see what Kris had gotten himself into, ready to reproach him for almost blowing their cover.

He was surprised to find Matt Giraud and Lil Rounds sitting around in costume.

“HOW THE FREAK DID YOU GUYS GET IN HERE?”

Matt shrugged. He was dressed as Elmo from Sesame Street.

Lil didn’t move.

“Where’s Kris? He was just under that couch...” Adam asked.

“HOHOHO!” Lil laughed, dressed as Santa for some reason.

“It’s Halloween, not Christmas, Lil!” Matt yelled.

Adam peered under the couch. “Oh damn... Matt... Lil... get up.”

“Ho?” Lil giggled.

“GET .UP.”

Matt and Lil slid off the couch which was no longer looking new and pretty. Under the frame, Kris coughed.

“Kris! Holy shit, home dog! Are you okay?” Adam helped him up for the second time that night.

Kris was a mess. He was covered in dust and bruises. But he smiled.

“Is anything broken?” Adam asked anxiously.

“Nah...” Kris said. “Can we go trick or treating now?”

Matt had left and Lil was exiting as Kris uttered the question.

Adam gestured at Kris. “You still don’t have a costume!”

“Oh... yeah.” Kris said sadly. Then, he stated. “I might as well spend the night in my room crying my eyes out.”

“NO! Then we’d have to put your eyes in a bowl and take you to the doctor.” Adam admonished him.

“It’s all your fault. You made me hide and get smashed when I could have been getting a costume!”

Adam, who was now looking through the drawers for some scissors to cut off a thread hanging from his costume, glared at him. “It was for your own good! You would have caused a disaster with those kids!”

“Right...” Kris said sarcastically. “At least I wouldn’t have made them cry.”

“Shut up, Kris, you know I wouldn’t do that on purpose! A boy who likes ballet, for fuck’s sake! Me of all people wouldn’t want to make that kid cry! I just wanted to know why he made Danny wear ballet slippers!” Adam retorted, chucking a tube of paint he found in the drawers at Kris.

Turns out, it was open, and it splattered all over him.

Soon, Kris was nearly on top of Adam, fuming. “Now look WHAT YOU DID! YOU GOT RED PAIN ALL OVER ME!”

“DON’T YOU MEAN PAINT?” Adam asked as he threw a couple punches at Kris.

Kris kicked Adam and replied. “YEAH! BUT THE AUTHOR MADE A TYPO AND ACCIDENTALLY TYPED PAIN! WHICH IS WHAT YOU ARE IN RIGHT NOW!”

26 punches, 18 kicks, and about one minute later, the two men stood breathlessly sending each other glowers.

Kris looked even worse than he had, and Adam’s Darth Vader mask was askew on his face, and if he were to walk, he’d limp slightly.

“Kriiiiissss...I think you broke my leg.”

“Did not. You would be crying if I had.”

Adam stuck out his tongue at Kris. Then he froze. “Why are we being so immature?”

Kris shrugged. “It’s fun?”

“Besides that! Trick or treat will be over by the time we get out there at this rate.”

Kris sighed. “You’re right. But I don’t have a costume!”

“You could be Cyclops Kris.” Adam teased.

“NO.”

“Just an idea.” Adam said innocently. “Kris... Allison, Katy, and the otherare probably wondering. Let’s just go. You’re being yourself for Halloween.”

“But...”

Adam grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the house before he could say more.

Later that evening, Adam spotted Allison and Katy standing on the sidewalk waiting for the others to come back from someone’s door.

He ran over, still dragging Kris. “KATY! ALLIE!”

They both looked. It was quite comical, for Allison’s mouth dropped open at the sight of Kris and Adam, and so did Katy’s.

At that moment, Anoop and Megan came running toward them, Megan’s son in tow...

The young boy, Ryder, looked up, for a Halloween scare. There stood Kris, but he looked absolutely haunting. His eyes were surrounded by bruises, his hair was tousled, and he was covered in what looked like blood.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed, grabbing for his mother.

“Aw, honey.” Megan scooped him up, soothing him.

And then, another child ran toward them, recognizing them from afar. “ADAM LAMBERT?!! OH WOW I’M SUCH A FAN...! THIS IS SO COOL...! I...”

Then the child seemed to notice Kris standing there.

“Hello there.” Adam said. “Look, Kris... a fan!”

“Kris Allen...” he murmured, eyeing Kris. “OH MY GOSH, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? YOU’RE SCARY!!!” He ran off, peeing in his Power Ranger outfit.

Kris looked confused. “Was it something I said?”

“Don’t worry about it, Kris.” Adam, said, snatching up the kid’s candy bag that had fallen to the ground during his panicked escape. “Hehehehehehe...candycandycandycandycandycandy candycandycandy!” He whispered.

After another half hour, the group returned to the Allens’ home, Allison’s arms laden with bags of candy.

Kris washed off the red paint and sat on the couch, turning on a less scary Halloween movie for everyone to watch.

As the Idols munched, Megan and Lil retreated into the kitchen, where Megan planned to make pumpkin cookies.

Katy sat next to Kris, applying medicine to his various scrapes.

“What a night, huh?” she asked him.

“Mmmm.” Kris answered.

“Tell me about it.” Anoop piped up. “I got a ton of candy!”

“Good for you.” Kris answered warmly.

Ryder looked up. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry, Ryder.” Kris apologized, truly feeling bad.

Katy finished fussing over Kris and sunk into the couch, watching the movie with the others and... Adam had gotten up... vanished.

Adam snuck out of the room, heading for the table, grabbed the candy bag Kris had confiscated from the dresser and ran out to the porch, stuffing himself with candy.

“Trick or treat... smell my feet...gimme something good to eat... if you don’t... I don’t care... I’ll pull down your underwear.” Allison sang happily, preparing to depart for the night. She walked past the porch, seeing a figure lying prone on the wooden boards. “Adam?” She ran over, worried. “Oh my God! Are you alright?” He was sprawled out, most unceremoniously, surrounded by wrappers.

“You okay?” she asked again.

“Yeah... for now.” Adam muttered.

But then, an agonized wail sounded from down the hall. Kris. Then: “ADAM!!!!!!!!!!”

Adan looked up at his friend. “Now I’m not.”

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April 23rd, 2009

08:10 pm
ADAM LAMBERT FTW.

that is all...

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