Fic: I Just Want You to Know Who I Am 3/? - Kradam
Title: I Just Want You to Know Who I Am
Pairing: Kradam, obv. lol
Author: Haley (iwtfcp)
Rating: i say about PG-13. Possible smut later? :)
Word Count: 1,037
Summary: Adam is in an accident and wakes up in the hospital, with no recollection of the past year of his life.
Notes: This chapter is mostly cute Adison friendship, but not to worry, Kradam is coming (all night HA)! Oh and due to lack of beta, any mistakes are mine.
Chapter 1: http://iwtfcp.livejournal.com/671.html
Chapter 2: http://iwtfcp.livejournal.com/893.html
"So let me get this straight. I almost won American Idol?"
"That's right," Allison replies with a smile.
"Seriously? You're not just screwing with me? Cause really, that's a
cruel joke-" "Adam. Trust me, I wouldn't lie to you," she interrupts.
I then see a spark flare up in her brown eyes. "Besides, I've got
evidence. Here, sit up a bit and I'll show you," I raise one eyebrow
in question. Grinning, Allison rises, grabs a few pillows from the end
of the bed and helps position them behind my head, setting me in a
more upright position. She grabs the laptop she'd left in her seat,
plops back down and after a few moments of fiddling, hands it to me. I
place it on my thighs, minding my injury.
"Take a look around," she orders light-heartedly.
I look skeptically at the screen. It's open to iTunes, a specific
playlist displayed called 'ADAM', filled with video. I have a hunch,
but I look up at Allison for confirmation. "Is this..me?" "Totally.
Everything you did on the show." she replies with a smile.
Slowly, hesitently, I double click on the first video, titled 'Black
or White'. The video opens, and suddenly I'm watching me. Though I
have no recollection of it at all. It's like watching my twin, or some
weird alternate universe shit, I don't know. My mind is so wound up
after the video ends, but I can't help myself from clicking hastily
onto the next one.
I spend the better part of an hour watching myself, glancing at
Allison every thirty seconds or so with a dropped jaw, getting a
knowing smile and a nod back each time. I replay each of them at least
twice, trying to make it sink in, and failing. I feel like I shouldn't
be able to handle this, being the pretty damn wound up guy I am, but
an undefinable feeling deep in my chest somehow doesn't let me panic
again.
After playing 'Whole Lotta Love' once again, I decide that I'm done
watching these, for now. I shake my head at no one on particular.
There are amazing things I've done here, things I didn't even know I
was capable of. Songs that now I don't even know the words to, flowing
easily out of my mouth. And God, I didn't know I stuck my tongue out
that much.
"So," Allison starts, after a few moments. I can tell she's the
energetic type, not one for comfortable, emotional silences. "What do
you think?"
I turn to her, trying to prop myself up on a elbow. Ow. Bad idea. A
jolt of pain shoots through my abdomen, causing me to flinch and flop
back down onto the pillows.
"Oh!" Allison jumps out of her chair and seizes the laptop from my
legs in attempt to relieve any pressure. "Are you alright? Should I
call the nurse?" She asks loudly, with wide eyes.
"No, no, I'm alright. I just gotta remember I'm kinda fragile now.." I
let out a small chuckle, and motioning for Allison to sit back down.
"Really, it's okay, hun." I assure her. She sits, reluctantly,
clutching her laptop to her chest again.
I stretch out a bit, staring the bleached ceiling down. "You know,
honestly...I don't even know what to think right now," I finally
reply. "The only thing that's really weirding me out here is that I'm
not even weirded out. If that makes any sense." I turn my head towards
her, a comfused face before me. I elaborate. "I mean, I'm the kind of
guy who, if faced with..let me see..a zombie apocolypse or something,
would be the first to freak out and end up tripping and falling down a
flight of stairs and dying anyway."
Conversation with Allison proves to be easy, seeing as I seem to be
rambling incoherently. I can see now why we'd gotten along so well.
She gives me a funny look and laughs. "Oh geez. Zombie apocolypse?
Dude." Her laughter is infectious, and I giggle a bit, too. "Well, you
get what I mean." Her giggles fade out and are replaced with a knowing
expression.
"Yeah, I think I do get it. And I'm pretty sure I've experienced the
same thing. It's all Kris, trust me." Allison explains.
"American Idol Kris?" I question awkwardly. "Yeah," she replies. "You
didn't get a very good uh...first impression of him, did you?" The
question is rhetorical-she continues. "He's normally a really chill,
cool guy. He cares a lot about people...especially you. You know, you
and him were, are, basically best friends. That's why he kind of
exploded when you didn't remember..." she trails off, and I swallow
the uncomfortable lump of guilt in my throat. Allison speaks again.
"See, Kris just has this presence about him, that calms you no matter
how stressed you're feeling. If he's nervous, you'd never know,
because he's always convincing everyone else that it's gonna be okay,
whatever they're worried about. Being around him as much as you and I
and the rest of the Idols, he kind of rubs off on you a little,
subconsciously. At least that's what I think.." Her gaze drops to the
ground. "No, I believe it, this Kris character sounds quite charming,"
I encourage. She looks up with a chuckle and another smile. This girl
is sweeter than Splenda, I swear.
"Thank you so much, Allison." Shit, now I'm tearing up. "Hey, no
problem, big brother," she replies with a sniffle. I offer out my hand
to her, and hear the chair legs squeak as she moves to reach and place
her small hand in mine.
I look down at our hands, noticing the black, very chipped polish on
my nails, and the recently-painted, shiny, cobalt colour on hers.
"Hey, I think you need to redo my nails," I say with a grin. She
smiles wide, and now I'm positive I have an amazing friendship with a
seventeen-year-old girl. Who woulda known.
"Hey, maybe they'll let Kris in now," Allison pipes hopefully. Truth
be told, my stomach flips at the thought. From what I'm told, he's a
damn good guy.
And no, I haven't forgotten that he's damn cute, too.