When I believe in Angels, PART II of ?
Pairing: Adam/Kris and various others from AI.
Rating: Adult language now, Adult content soon.
Disclaimer: I do not know these people personally, I have made up personalities for them. The story is completely fictional. I am not compensated in any way for this writing. It is purely a guilty pleasure.
I apologize for my inability to figure out how to link my previous chapters. Hats off to those of you who do know how this place works. I will be posting this story daily until conclusion to keep the chapters at least close to each other for those following it. Chapter one was posted yesterday, August 6th.
I head back to the bar, searching for Kris. He is there, with his back to me. As I approach he turns his head to face me, smiles. I place my hands on his shoulders giving them a little squeeze as I slide on to the stool next to him.
“All fixed. Turned out better than I thought it would.” I say casually.
He looks down to study the label on the beer his is gripping, “So I saw. Looks like it went so well you two are now bff’s. Did he actually ask for your phone number?”
I lean over to bump Kris’s shoulder with mine, chuckling a little. “You are so cute Kris. Just because you find me irresistible doesn’t mean everyone does.”
Kris bumps me back, “Ha ha Lamebert. I saw you program your number into his phone.”
I smile into Kris’s eyes, “ Is that what you saw? You must have the eyes of a superhero to see all that from way over here.”
I leaned onto the bar with my elbow to rest my jaw on my fist, trying to get a better look into Kris’s face.
He doesn’t look at me when he mumbles, “I find it rather telling that you are making a big deal out of not admitting that you gave him your number.”
I lean into him again, holding my shoulder against him, I look down at the bar top, “I didn’t give him my number Sweetheart, I gave him my Mom’s number. He is moving to L.A. and needs to find a place. I guess I felt like being nice after my little performance at the bar. He was very sweet about it by the way.” I look over to Kris, avoiding eye contact.
Kris leans away from me, he is studying my face. I dare to look into his eyes as he settles himself into mine. “Liar.”
Zing, I lost that dare. I stammer, “Kris, I”
He cuts me off. Still settled in my eyes, with a less than friendly smirk on his face, “Seriously Adam? You thought you could lie to me? I know your body language and I know your smiles. I have been on the receiving end of them, or have you forgotten that?”
Shit. I hang my head, my mind racing for a dignified way out of this. Instead it occurs to me that I am being ridiculous. There is a reason I felt compelled to lie to Kris but I don’t have time right now to dwell on it.
I slowly bring my head back up to face my accuser. “I’m sorry Kris. I’m not sure why I lied. Whatever the reason, it wasn’t a good enough one”. I lean back into him with my shoulder, this time leaning my forehead against the side of his head, “Forgive me?”
He shoves me away from him with his shoulder like a friggin straight guy and with his lame attempt at a fatherly tone says, “Just don’t let it happen again.”
“Promise” is all I say.
Slowly nodding his head up and down he says, “Good, now that you have promised not to lie to me, I want to know what the hell you are thinking hitting on a kid like David freaking Archuleta? Have you lost your powers of discernment?”
Again I am left wondering what the hell Kris has been reading, really. “Discernment?” As I am shaking my head I say, “Discernment? Kris, what the hell have you been reading. First I get nubile Prince, now discernment?”
Smiling he says, “So now that you can’t lie to me you try to change the subject? Never mind what I’m reading, answer my friggin question.”
I throw my hands out, “I don’t have an answer. I don’t know why I gave him my number.”
“And after you just promised not to lie. Bullshit Adam. Let me help you out, the truth seems to be a problem for you tonight. You gave him your number because you are attracted to him. Again, what the hell were you thinking? He is the deer, you are the headlights of a frickin Mack truck! If, and I do mean IF he is gay, he is pressed up against the back of the closet like the wallflower that he is.”
“That’s a bit harsh Kris, “calling him a wallflower?”
“That’s all you got out of what I just said? The need to defend him? Shit, you are half gone over this kid after just one encounter? “
“I haven’t “gone” anywhere Kris. Jesus, I just gave him my phone number. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
Kris rolls his eyes in exasperation, “Because I don’t want to see you hurt again. You are repeating a cycle. You are trying to attain the unattainable”.
“Like I did with you Kris?”
Kris looks up at the ceiling, “ Fuck. Yes Adam, something like that.”
I am startled a little because Kris rarely says “fuck”. “I’m sorry Kris, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“ Well, I did ask you to tell the truth and it’s just like you to pick the best time to deliver it.”
I reach over and lightly touch Kris on the arm. “I appreciate your concern all right. I did like him and I felt like he liked me too. Maybe we’ll be friends.”
“You are lying to yourself now. Shit Adam. I want you to have it. I want someone to love the shit out of you. You deserve it. But this kid? Do you know his upbringing? You would have an easier time cracking open a bank vault.
“I love it when you love me Kris. And I love you too. But I’ll be fine. You are making too much out of this.”
Kris looks down, he voice is deep, “I wish I was just making too much of it, but I know what I saw.”
“And what did you see Kris?”
“A confused kid with a serious crush on a glittery alien from planet fierce. And I pity the kid, I know just how good it feels.”
We break into a nervous laugh. I look over at him with a shy grin, “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
He is blushing adorably, “Yes, you have.”
I put my arm around his shoulders, pulling him to me. “Come on baby, let’s go somewhere, just you and me.”