I wanna keep ya
Title: I wanna keep ya
Author: diane_mckay
Rating: G
Fandom: American Idol season 8 Kris/Adam
Summary: Of course it didn't work.
Author's note: mini-sequel to I don't wanna lose ya for kradingo
In the middle of the night, as the bus drove onto the next venue, Kris' iPod died.
As they had driven, his earbud had come loose and fallen from his ear, but the soft strains of that familiar voice had kept him from waking. Kris had remained curled in his bunk, finally sleeping peacefully under his blanket. But at about four in the morning, as the rest of the bus slept, Kris' iPod finally gave out. It had lasted him through idol and touring and those long months after. Repeated use and a frequently charged battery had meant an early demise, and the soothing voice that had sent Kris off to sleep slowly faded away.
Which meant that when the bus hit a deep pothole, Kris' light sleep was interrupted and he woke to the hum of the engine instead. It was dark within the bus now, hours since he had fallen asleep. As he blinked repeatedly, there was no change in the light. He was alone in dark. Kris shivered beneath his blanket. He needed to get back to sleep. He tried to to sing a little melody to clear his thoughts from the long day. Of course it didn't work.
Finally, Kris reached for his phone and dialed Adam's number.
Author: diane_mckay
Rating: G
Fandom: American Idol season 8 Kris/Adam
Summary: Of course it didn't work.
Author's note: mini-sequel to I don't wanna lose ya for kradingo
In the middle of the night, as the bus drove onto the next venue, Kris' iPod died.
As they had driven, his earbud had come loose and fallen from his ear, but the soft strains of that familiar voice had kept him from waking. Kris had remained curled in his bunk, finally sleeping peacefully under his blanket. But at about four in the morning, as the rest of the bus slept, Kris' iPod finally gave out. It had lasted him through idol and touring and those long months after. Repeated use and a frequently charged battery had meant an early demise, and the soothing voice that had sent Kris off to sleep slowly faded away.
Which meant that when the bus hit a deep pothole, Kris' light sleep was interrupted and he woke to the hum of the engine instead. It was dark within the bus now, hours since he had fallen asleep. As he blinked repeatedly, there was no change in the light. He was alone in dark. Kris shivered beneath his blanket. He needed to get back to sleep. He tried to to sing a little melody to clear his thoughts from the long day. Of course it didn't work.
Finally, Kris reached for his phone and dialed Adam's number.