Ambrosia chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Adam’s POV
Everything was going great. Not the best, but great… But then again, things have to go wrong I suppose…
Tommy, was too adorable to be described. I wish I knew what was in the diary he was reading that made him go strawberry red. Then a paper fell down, and he picked it up, looking nervously interested. Hmmm, I was about to go approach him directly instead of stalking like this from the corner of my eyes, but that’s when Dylan sushed us. I felt it too. Someone was outside.
No! Not again! Not this time! My first instinct was to protect. Us, I mean. I hurried and dragged Tommy behind the door, he was shocked, I could see. Not his fault, the last time was too hard for him. Pushing him behind the door, I got ready to attack. Adrenaline rush, I guess. Hey, don’t blame me for such scientific logic; I’m standing in a biology lab after all.
I know I couldn’t protect LP and Lisa, and the only way they were safe was to leave me. My band. And that’s what they did. What did they want from me now? But no, no more. I wont let them hurt Tommy. Just no.
I squeezed his hand and gave him an assuring look, to let him know that I was there. Of course I looked more confident than I actually felt. He smiled nervously. Aww! The definition of adorable!
No! Snap back Lambert!
Dylan crept out from the back door. I felt Tommy’s body tense as I stiffened myself.
Shuffling noises outside.
“Wah! I-mmff! Mfff-!”
More shuffling noises.
“YOU? What are you doing here?”
“Mf-mf-urgh!”
“WHAT?”
I arched an eyebrow at whatever conversation I heard. Basically it seemed that Dylan knew whoever was outside, and it clearly meant that it wasn’t one of them. I looked at Tommy and he nodded. We silently walked to the door.
Dylan was holding our intruder captive. It was a girl (?) A school girl. (And oh, she was blushing as red as Tommy was, few seconds back.) They both turned towards us.
Dylan had one hand over her mouth and the other over her abdomen, holding both her hands down. Wow, professional, huh? I knew I could trust this guy, he’s good at his job.
Hey wait! I recognized this velvet black hair and dark shining eyes.
“Miss Fawn?” I questioned. Her eyes widened, if that were possible really.
“What are you doing here?” Tommy spoke from beside me. Her eyes turned to him. It looked like she was about to say something, but she stopped. Then her eyes desperately motioned at the hand on her mouth.
“Hart, would you please?” Tommy understood. Dylan noticed this and swiftly removed his hands.
“Sorry…” he murmured, blushing, just like the other two people around me were, few minutes ago. Hey! What’s going on? Am I the only one not going strawberry red?
“W-what are you doing here, Miss Fawn? School was over about two ago, wasn’t it?” I saw Dylan stammer for the first time ever since I met him.
“Uhm…” Milee found her shoes really interesting. “I forget…” She looked at Dylan and then back to the ground. “My bag…?”
“Oh, yes! Come in!” I smiled, deciding to lighting up things between all these blushing people. Geez.
As we all walked in, Dylan stayed at his desk, while Tommy, Milee and I walked to her seat. Tommy handed her the bag, and smiled. Aww! Adorable!! Cute!! STOP! Must not pout in front of everyone…!
Milee beamed and checked her bag. Her eyes went wide.
“My diary?” She whispered.
“Its…uh, with me?” Dylan said, trying (unsuccessfully) to be “un-emotional”, with a (non-)straight face.
She walked over to him-in slow motion, as if the world had ended.
“You-you…did…you-??” She stammered.
Dylan gently shook his head. I saw her body relax. Aww! I could watch these guys all day, they are so much cuter than the movies. And I-
CRASH!
I turned around and saw Tommy crouching down, over a beaker or something…or whatever was left of it.
“Oops guys…Sorry.” He smiled guiltily. I felt my heart go thumping hard.
Man! Stop. Control yourself now Lambert!
He began picking up the glass pieces.
No! He’s NOT cute! Stop staring!
“Fuck!” I heard him curse under his breath. Then I saw blood trickling down his finger.
“Tommy!” I rushed to him. Yeah, yeah, I know, such a small cut might not be such a big deal, but sometimes the drama queen in me just comes out. “You okay?”
“Yeah, chill!” He mumbled nervously. “I’m good.”
But it wasn’t good for me. I took his bleeding finger into my mouth, and sucked on it.
Maybe I shouldn’t have, you know? You know…this lust…craving…Not for the blood, you idiot, I’m not a vampire. The lust for…him…
I didn’t realize when did the bleeding stop…I was just…I don’t know…lapping with my tongue, and sucking…and licking…’cause his finger was inside my mouth…And dirty images filling my mind…And…
And that’s when I noticed something in his eyes. What… was that?
THRASH!
Followed by a gasp.
We stood up. I don’t know, some sort of disappointment washed over me. I turned around to see Milee, her hands over her mouth, trying to stifle a scream, her bag at her feet.
I arched an eyebrow.
“You-YOU-! You’re-you’re-!” She stammered.
Um, yeah? Could she like finish her sentence instead of repeating every word? I could feel Tommy getting anxious behind me.
“I knew I was right! You guys! Too obvious! This!!” She blabbered.
“You…know who we are?” Tommy nervously questioned.
She nodded excitedly. Oh, crap. Major shit.
She sucked in a breath. Oh, wait, I recognized this. Prepare yourself for an ear-piercing scream. Tommy ducked behind me too, all familiar with the future.
Dylan, who was standing right behind her, dashed like a hero, and once again, blocked her vocabulary with his hand. See, professional, alright.
“So screaming.” He ordered firmly. She looked at him, and basically, I could hear the conversation they had with their eyes.
No screaming? Pretty please?
No. NO screaming.
She sadly nodded and he removed his hand.
“Oh please, Sir, please? Can I do…some fangirling? Please?” She pouted. Woah, I just learnt a new word.
“Is that a word? Oh…well…okay?” Dylan shrugged.
*Squeeeeee!* went the loudest squealing I heard in a while. And I’m positive I saw her bounce. Like up and down, and left and right. She couldn’t stand still, for a second. I was positive her smile would not go away for a while. She kept on bouncing, literally, until Dylan placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Calm down, Milee?”
“Calm down? CALM DOWN? Like, are you crazy? How can I? I mean…Uh! Look!” She pointed to us as if we were some angels. “Its them! Them!! Adam *heart heart* Mitchel Lambert!! And Tommy Joe *Heart*-liff!! How can I calm down? And then you asked me not to scream, do you know how hard that is? I- I don’t believe this! I-I am in a dream right? Pinch me!” She shrieked. “Or, no, don’t, that’d hurt. I…tell me, I died and this is heaven? Is someone playing a joke on me? You guys! I’m…like, your biggest fan…and now you’re here…and shit! I look like shit, don’t I? Damn! I don’t have anything to get your autographs or pics or anything… Ah!” And she kept on her “fangirling.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Okay, so I like appreciation, so? Sue me. Fine. It had been a long time really since I met a fan, this disguising myself…its pretty hard you know? I mean yeah, I read fanmails and tweets, and meeting them live, the expressions on their faces, is totally different.
She practically squealed, still holding onto his shirt. I heard Tommy laugh. My smile widened, and for a while I forgot the huge problem we were facing.
He finally held onto her hands. “Okay, listen girl! I get that you’re excited. But you know what? This makes things difficult. You see movies? Yeah, where the MIB or FBI like, erase the memories of their intruders? You want me to do that with you?”
Wow, I didn’t realize Dylan could do that!
“You with the feds?” Milee’s eyes widened. She removed her hands from his, and covered her face.
You know whats the funniest thing? They were so close that it was just their hands which prevented them from kissing. Sigh! I could so enjoy this drama the whole day. Was it just me, or it was not really anger due to which Dylan’s face was turning red?
A tear trickled down her face. Aww…
“No, please. Don’t do that. I…I don’t wanna forget them. I really…love them! I’ll do anything you ask me to! I’ll shut my mouth forever! Anything! I…uhm, will do your laundry? Clean your house? I’ll do all my homework, study…anything you say, sir? Please!” She sat down the floor, crying. Woah, she is serious about this fangirling.
Aww, I’m touched. I love this sorta loyal fans. And, I didn’t realize I was so absorbed into the scene, that I gasped when a hand came down on my shoulder. Then realizing who it was, I felt a foreign wave of joy, the current of ecstasy, wash through me. Damn, I’m falling hard. I need to do something about it.
I turned to Tommy.
“Tell her its alright, or else she’ll keep on blabbering meaningless stuff.” He smiled.
I nodded (pretending that it wasn’t my heart beating like its about to explose. Too. Much. Cuteness.) But he’s right. As I looked to Dylan, I saw he was looking at us. I nodded and gave him an assuring smile. He nodded back, and then got down on his knees.
“Listen, Milee?” He said gently, an arm on her shoulder. “Its okay…I just got hyper, okay? I…uh, will make sure with some people now, okay?”
She nodded, and he helped her sit in one of the stools. Then he got out to make some calls.
I looked at Tommy, and then we had a kind of telepathic conversation, and he got me. Isnt that amazing? Shut up, bitch!
He walked and sat on the chair to the left of Fawn.
“Hey…” He smiled one of those super-CUTE heartmelting smiles. She didn’t reply, but nervously nodded.
“Tommy Joe Ra-I mean, Tommy Joe ‘Heart’liff, nice to meet ya.” He brought his hand forward. She took it in hers as if Tommy was a delicate porcelain pottery who would crack even with a small touch.
“Nice to meet you too, ma’am! Sorry for that…” She laughed. And when Tommy laughed back, even though she had her back towards me, I could see her eyes go wide. See, Tommy could dazzle anyone!
I joined them, taking the empty seat beside them, on her right. They turned towards me.
“And me…I’m Adam ‘heart heart’ Mitchel Lambert.” I brought my hand forward.
“Nice to meet you too…ma’am.” She smiled, but then I noticed her hyperventilate, and she looked at me like I was some God. “Sorry…I’m not this crazy usually.” She smiled. “No wait! I’m even crazier usually!” She kept on staring.
“Oh!” She snapped. “That’s why To-I mean Sir kept calling you Bb; it stands for babyboy, does it not?” She asked, blushing a little; maybe she was thinking that she’s interrupting our privacy or something.
“Woah! Chill, don’t call me sir now. Tommy’s fine with me.” Tommy interrupted.
“Yep.” I smiled.
“What does Aiden stand for?” She asked.
“The bringer of light. Just like Adam does.” Tommy answered for me. “No! I mean, his name…You get me right? His name, Adam…means the same thing…you get me?” He stammered.
Milee looked at him with her eyebrows way up in her hairline. Tommy gave her the what? look.
“And…that’s why you’re Hetfield? As in James Hetfield?” She changed the topic, thank God. This was embarrassing really. Tommy nodded, relieved too.
“That’s seriously amazing guys! You guys get to choose your own names! If I could, I swear, I would have been Milee Joe Lambert something!” She pouted. I raised an eyebrow. Wow. Girls, sometimes, I don’t get them…Sheez. She looked at me.
“What? Whats up with that eyebrow raising, Mr Lambert? You think I cant do that?” She raised one eyebrow too, mimicking me.
“You guys!” Tommy banged his head on the table. “This aint fair!”
“What? You want me to take your name? As in Milee Ratliff?” Milee panicked.
“No!”
“So, you want me to take your name? As in Adam Ratliff?” I joked.
“No!...I…uh…No!” Tommy stammered adorably, but he refused to put his head up again. “I hate it! You guys keep on raising one eyebrow, teasing me, aint ya? This is not cool, people!” He squeaked, his voice muffled.
Aww! I walked over to him, held him up, and turned his face towards mine. He pouted. “See, you can do this awfully adorable pout of yours, which none of us can!” I smiled, but then I looked at his lips. So…soft. Tempting. I so wanted to kiss him, down and dirty, right there.
Stop! You cant think like this! Tommy will hate me if he know that…knows that…He closed his eyes. Wait, was I annoying him? I (sadly) pulled back.
“Aww!” Milee said after a few seconds. We both turned to her as if she was speaking in African or something. I noticed Tommy hiding his face with his fringe.
“Crap! No…you guys, you uh, ignore me…I keep on squealing over the internet too, but no one’s there to hear me. I forgot that you guys are actually present here…I…I just keep talking shit when I am happy or nervous and all. Ugh!” She slapped her head. “But I sooo…I mean, you guys together. I mean…I mean Tommy’s not…he’s straight and all, and you guys used to put it up for the show and all… But I feel like…you two are just made for each other and…Don’t mind. I’m just a fan…Maybe an air conditioner. Or maybe I’m just an alien. And you guys’ve got full right to like whomever you wish…And…please don’t kill me for whatever I said.” She closed her eyes in tension.
“That’s okay.” Tommy said softly. But I had no clue what was he feeling, with his back towards me.
As if things could be more awkward.
“Hey.” He bent in and whispered something to her. She turned towards him, eyes all wide.
“Why?”
“Duh, no offense, but I found my name there?”
She smiled, realizing something. “Oh! Uh! I’m a nut, you know?”
They both laughed. Hey! They cant ignore me like this! I know I’m missing something. Important.
“Hey Adam? Stop acting like a curious kitty, and sit down.” Tommy said lightly, but still didn’t meet my eyes.
I sat down, getting that they were not going to tell me. But hey, I’m not the Glambert for nothing! I’ll find out. Just wait, you all.
“So…Adam-Sir? Uh…Mr. Lambert?” She stopped in mid-sentence, thinking.
“Call me Adam.” I smiled.
“Oh! Call me My then.” She smiled back. “Kay then…so Adam-“she squealed. “Why are you teaching English? I mean, no other subject?”
“Hmmm…that’s ‘cause…you might know, I did theatres earlier. So understanding plays is easy for me, and I thought I’d pass.”
I know she was changing the topic, not letting me know what they were talking about. But hell no! You cant cheat me!
That’s when Dylan walked in. Right, we were having another problem. I walked over to him. He nodded, and whispered to me.
“Okay with your guys. But Boss says that if she finds out more, he’s gonna burn me alive.” He smiled.
“Oh…kay…” I pretended to be deep in thought. But in reality, I was straining my ears to listen to My and Tommy.
“So, maybe you could check them out and give me you’re opinions about it? I put them up here.” She scribbled something in a paper and gave in to Glitterbaby. WHAT??
“Oh, okay…” There was this something in his eyes which I didn’t get.
“Ahem!” Dylan snapped my attention back to him, and the others turned silent.
“Pittman wished you luck…and said that he’s doing fine…”
My jumped. “You mean, the amazing Monte Pittman?”
Tommy laughed and nodded. My eyes narrowed. Oh well now! Look at the two best friends. I mentally made a face.
“Of course! Your glamily, guys! LP, Isaac, Cam, Lisa, Monte…Oooh!” She jumped.
I smiled. Whatever, she sure was a BIG fan when she said that. But then she finally noticed Dylan’s seriousness, and stopped.
“Okay…So, we’re gonna tell you whats going on, kay?” He softly stated. “Ugh…See, these two guys here-“ he pointed to us, and we waved hellos- “so their lives are…in danger you can say. So, they’re here undercover. Nobody’s supposed to know.” He paused, thinking of what to say next. “I thought they are not that popular in our small town, plus, nobody will doubt two boring teachers.” Then he slammed his head. “But you turn out two be a big Glambert, and my plan’s ruined…So…look girl, you need to NOT open you mouth, like, forever. Get me?”
My nervously nodded.
“Easy My. That’s okay.” Tommy comforted her, patting her back. Now, now, you don’t have to touch her you know?
Ooh! Look who’s jealous. What? I’m not jealous. Pfft! Oh brain, sometimes, you talk shit you know? So then…you’re insecure? Oh! Why would I be insecure? Oh, puh-leez! Accept it Adam, you know you’re scared that he might fall for her? He’s straight after all. What? Oh, whatever. I’m not scared. Plus, Tommy wont date someone so younger than himself. Are you sure? Oh! Brain, shut up! I cant hear you!
Stupid best friends! Its their fault I’m arguing with my ownself! They were gonna pay! I don’t know how, (what? I like to say that ‘pay for it dialogue’, okay?), but whatever! I walked to them.
“Wait.” Milee stood up. “Lives in danger you said? Who’s that shitty SonOfABitch that dares hurt them? He needs- no deserves to get his balls ripped off!”
My eyebrows disappeared somewhere in my hairline. Woah! That’s a cuss I’m hearing after a long time, ignoring my inner thoughts of course. My eyes were wide, and I noticed, so were Dylan and Tommy’s.
“Uh.” Tommy coughed. “And I thought we were not supposed to curse around here?” He said in that coughing tone, you know, where they pretend that they are not saying the sentence?
*Silence for a while* (You know, it reminded me of that silence before the storms and all?)
“Oh nooo! No, No No! I didn’t say that! Crap! No, wait! Don’t tell me I said that in front of a teacher! I-“ She panicked.
I smirked. She was so like us, you know. She reminded me of my ‘glamily’.
“A teacher! A teacher!” She began hyperventilating again. This just taught me a nice lesson. So cursing is strictly prohibited here. And judging the way My was behaving, it seemed like Dylan Hart was one of those strict teachers who gave severe punishments for violating this rule.
But one thing Milee was missing. Okay, singers/musicians or not, we were also teachers now, weren’t we? Would she like stop screaming A teacher? It was like, hurting my prestige, you know?
But before I could tell her this, she turned to me.
“Adam-sir…uh! Please, would you throw me out of the window, right now?” For a second, I thought she was serious. But she pleaded again, holding onto my hands. Her eyes said it all, ‘at least it would be better than getting a punishment from him!’
I got an idea, just to teach the bestfriends a lesson. Smirking, I innocently said “Sure.” Way to innocently. Picking her up in bridal style, I carried her to the other side of the lab.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, you know?” She blushed. I playfully smiled and set her down, in such a way that I was facing Tommy and Dylan, and she had her back towards them.
“Would you let me kiss you?” I whispered.
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Hi guys! I know its an evil cliffie, and you all might be wondering why would Adam wants to kiss a girl. No! He’s not turning straight…hehehehe…Patience!
And if you think the amount of Adommy is less or something, then wait for the next chapter. *Evil grin*…
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