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Title: My Old Friend
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Katy approves... no, really, Megan.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people, this very obviously didn't happen. Written for
pinkygoldfish who donated to $10 to DonorsChoose in exchange for this fic.
Length: 1748 words
Talking to Adam again had been the easiest thing for Kris when the top 13 moved into the mansion.
They'd known each other throughout their high school years, but lost touch when Adam left to tour Europe. It was a pleasant surprise, seeing him during the top 36 and reconnecting.
They'd talked about their lives, Adam was glad to hear that Kris and Katy had gotten married. He pointed out that it “was only a matter of time” but he was sorry he hadn't been in contact to see the wedding.
“Oh please. It was just a wedding. There are pictures online somewhere. If I think about it, I'll have Katy email the link.”
So it went, during the competition. Adam and Kris fall back into their comfortable routine from high school. Things like: Adam getting just a little tipsy and suggesting things like Dare, “it's like truth or dare... without the truth, obviously,” and Spin the Bottle. (To this most of the group had responded by forming a circle, only Megan and Anoop had wandered off to other parts of the house.)
Adam is more open, Kris notices and - honestly - more carefree and fun than he had been in high school. Kris was glad to see hisAdam being a part of the world, as opposed to the Adam that their school's football team had seen.
Somewhere along the line (during country week...) Adam feels it. “It” being the very thing that kept him from being completely comfortable around Kris, both as students and cast mates in school, and as roommates in the Idol house. “It” being that giddy school-girl crush that had threatened to force its way into Adam's conscious thoughts more than just a few times over the years he'd known Kris.
Usually, the crush, (the evil little fucker that it is,) was easy to ignore. Kris had Katy, and Adam had his theatre work. Both were time consuming, although it is debatable how much time theatre consumed, and how much of it was extra hours Adam put in to keep his mind off of things that could ruin one of his only close friendships.
When the finale comes, Adam is relieved. He knows without a doubt that Kris will win, and he's happy for him. Sure, he might wish America was ready to accept him, but making it this far is win enough, and Kris deserves the publicity and 'honour' that comes with being the Idol champion...
And really, Adam hates that stupid song Kara wrote. Possibly more than he has hated anything, up to and including that Buffy marathon Brad made him sit through. (Not that Buffy's bad... but watching the first few seasons Buffy while drunk is probably the trippiest thing you'll ever think to do.)
Adam is right, not that he's surprised. He just had a feeling that Kris would come out victorious. He only wishes America would stop trying to pin it on a gay-straight-blue-red issue. It may have been, but he doesn't want Kris to feel like he only won because America can't handle having a gay Idol.
It would upset Kris more than the idea upsets Adam.
When the tour begins, Adam is happy to suggest books for Kris to read on the bus. The first of many being House of Leaves. He figures, if nothing else, it'll keep Kris busy just trying to figure out how to read it.
“You're really only on page 140?” Adam asks, poking Kris in the shoulder. “Come on, I could have read this thing faster while intoxicated.”
“You probably did read this thing while intoxicated,” Kris laughs.
“Shut up,” Adam says, pretending to be unamused. “Now how long have you been staring at that same page?”
“Uhm...since I started reading... about half an hour ago,” Kris admits.
“What's the problem?” Adam asks, remembering the boxy, backward lettering more than actually reading them.
“Uhm, there are boxes, and I'm pretty sure this isn't in English,” Kris says, handing over the book. Adam refuses to take it, instead leaning against Kris to read over his shoulder.
“You know, for someone who is supposed to be intelligent, you miss the obvious a lot,” Adam says, flipping back a page to show Kris where the words are located - forwards, albeit still in boxes.
“Oh... kay. Now what is the point of that?”
“To make it more interesting? The author was high? I don't know,” Adam says.
He feels It.
Kansas City. Adam was expecting this. He knew there would e protesters, because they're simply too stupid to leave it alone. Never mind that half the fans themselves are gay and certainly some of them are Jewish.
“Are you sure about this?” Kris asks.
“Yea, I am. I don't give a flying fuck what they think... or rather don't think,” Adam says, carefully applying his eyeliner. (Like I'd let make up people this close to my eyes? Besides, they like to make me orange.)
“Sarver, man, relax,” Anoop warns, watching his friend pace up and down the room, clearly annoyed.
“I don't see why they think it's appropriate to harass people like that,” he says.
“Sarver... hey! Michael. Honestly man, it's okay. Don't get bent out of shape, I'm not,” Adam says, leaning against the wall.
That night Kris pads up the ladder to Adam's bunk. “Adam, you awake?”
“Mhmm,” he mumbles, waiting for Kris to pull open the curtain. “What is it?”
“I just wanted to be honest with you about tonight. I didn't mean to go off on them. I know you said you weren't upset, but... well, I care about you is all.”
Adam feels It, and figures now is as good a time as any to admit that It may have won out after all these years.
“Kris, I have to be completely honest... I know you - and the fans - have noticed some distance between us. It's... I'm not mad at you. Just, since high school... since that time we were in Romeo and Juliet in grade nine, I've kinda had a crush on you. It's nothing to worry about -”
“Why would I worry? You know, Katy ha asked me about fifteen times, 'what did you do to Adam? Fix. It.' in the last week,” Kris smiles.
“What are you trying to tell me?”
“That my wife thought we were together and having some kind of spat... yes, Katy used the word spat in a conversation the other day. It's really hard not to laugh when she does that,” Kris laughs at the memory of Katy huffing at him over the phone, telling him to fix whatever this spat is and get it together, because if he hurt Adam, she might just divorce him. He assumes she was kidding about that part.
“Wait, you mean she would have been okay if that were the case?”
“No, she would have had my ass for letting you stay mad at me,” Kris says, avoiding the question. He realizes that this conversation should be awkward, and yet, seems perfectly normal.
“I meant she'd be okay with us... being together?”
“I think she's ready to come down here and tie us together until we admit our feelings, actually.”
“You see, I knew all the SGA girls weren't bad,” Adam jokes.
The final tour date. Holding hands had never been out of the ordinary for Adam and Kris. It didn't faze anyone to see them walking through a venue with their arms around each other, or sitting on the bus watching a movie, fingers intertwined.
What most of the other Idols, (No one but Alli, and that's just because she is practically attached to Kris at the hip) never saw were the kisses. It wasn't like they stood in the back of a venue making out, but when there was a spare moment there would be a light peck, or occasionally - if they were sure they were alone - something deeper.
“Allison, honey, where is Meg?” Anoop asks. Allison rolls her eyes at him, as she usually does when his 'Southern' (Allison can verbalize capital letters...actually so can Alisan, and Danielle, and possibly Brad... I need to learn this one.) becomes glaringly obvious.
“No idea, lover boy,” she tells him.
“Well, if you see her, let her know I wanna talk, alright?”
“Mhmm,” Allison says, waving him off.
“Megan. Megan! Megan Joy, stop walking!” Kris calls after her as Megan appears from one of the corridors.
“I can't believe you Kris Allen. I thought you were one of the good ones,” Megan fumes.
“Meg, honey,” Adam tries.
“Don't even get me started on you, Lambert,” Megan spits.
“No, really Megan... Megan! What are you doing?”
“Going to find Katy and tell her about your little habit here,” Megan says, waving a hand in their general direction.
Allison has to bite her lip to keep from laughing when Adam gives her a look that says “this is gonna be fun... not” over Kris's head.
“Meg, Anoop wanted to talk to you,” Allison tells her.
“Good for him, I'll talk to him back at the hotel,” Megan says. “Have you seen Katy?”
“Uhm... she was talking to Tiffany last I saw? I guess find Sarver?”
“Thanks, Alli,” Megan says. Adam rolls his eyes at how helpful she isn't.
“Katy, I hate to tell you this, but your husband is a dog.”
Katy looks up from her phone, where she was previously keying a text message to Allison, who explained the impending conversation.
“Really?” Katy asks, playing along. “What did he do?”
“He's a... a.... he was making out with Adam back stage. There, I said it.”
“But what did he do?” Katy asks again, wondering if Megan will catch on that Kris is allowed to do that.
“You're... not angry?” Megan asks.
“Not at all, they've been doing that since... Kansas City, I guess.”
“And we didn't know about it?”
“Allison knew, but other than that, nope.”
“Oh I am gonna get that kid,” Megan mutters, stalking back toward Allison.
Katy is glad to see Anoop waylay Megan before she reaches Allison. That could have had a really ugly (amusing...) outcome.
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Katy approves... no, really, Megan.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people, this very obviously didn't happen. Written for
pinkygoldfish who donated to $10 to DonorsChoose in exchange for this fic.
Length: 1748 words
Talking to Adam again had been the easiest thing for Kris when the top 13 moved into the mansion.
They'd known each other throughout their high school years, but lost touch when Adam left to tour Europe. It was a pleasant surprise, seeing him during the top 36 and reconnecting.
They'd talked about their lives, Adam was glad to hear that Kris and Katy had gotten married. He pointed out that it “was only a matter of time” but he was sorry he hadn't been in contact to see the wedding.
“Oh please. It was just a wedding. There are pictures online somewhere. If I think about it, I'll have Katy email the link.”
So it went, during the competition. Adam and Kris fall back into their comfortable routine from high school. Things like: Adam getting just a little tipsy and suggesting things like Dare, “it's like truth or dare... without the truth, obviously,” and Spin the Bottle. (To this most of the group had responded by forming a circle, only Megan and Anoop had wandered off to other parts of the house.)
Adam is more open, Kris notices and - honestly - more carefree and fun than he had been in high school. Kris was glad to see hisAdam being a part of the world, as opposed to the Adam that their school's football team had seen.
Somewhere along the line (during country week...) Adam feels it. “It” being the very thing that kept him from being completely comfortable around Kris, both as students and cast mates in school, and as roommates in the Idol house. “It” being that giddy school-girl crush that had threatened to force its way into Adam's conscious thoughts more than just a few times over the years he'd known Kris.
Usually, the crush, (the evil little fucker that it is,) was easy to ignore. Kris had Katy, and Adam had his theatre work. Both were time consuming, although it is debatable how much time theatre consumed, and how much of it was extra hours Adam put in to keep his mind off of things that could ruin one of his only close friendships.
When the finale comes, Adam is relieved. He knows without a doubt that Kris will win, and he's happy for him. Sure, he might wish America was ready to accept him, but making it this far is win enough, and Kris deserves the publicity and 'honour' that comes with being the Idol champion...
And really, Adam hates that stupid song Kara wrote. Possibly more than he has hated anything, up to and including that Buffy marathon Brad made him sit through. (Not that Buffy's bad... but watching the first few seasons Buffy while drunk is probably the trippiest thing you'll ever think to do.)
Adam is right, not that he's surprised. He just had a feeling that Kris would come out victorious. He only wishes America would stop trying to pin it on a gay-straight-blue-red issue. It may have been, but he doesn't want Kris to feel like he only won because America can't handle having a gay Idol.
It would upset Kris more than the idea upsets Adam.
When the tour begins, Adam is happy to suggest books for Kris to read on the bus. The first of many being House of Leaves. He figures, if nothing else, it'll keep Kris busy just trying to figure out how to read it.
“You're really only on page 140?” Adam asks, poking Kris in the shoulder. “Come on, I could have read this thing faster while intoxicated.”
“You probably did read this thing while intoxicated,” Kris laughs.
“Shut up,” Adam says, pretending to be unamused. “Now how long have you been staring at that same page?”
“Uhm...since I started reading... about half an hour ago,” Kris admits.
“What's the problem?” Adam asks, remembering the boxy, backward lettering more than actually reading them.
“Uhm, there are boxes, and I'm pretty sure this isn't in English,” Kris says, handing over the book. Adam refuses to take it, instead leaning against Kris to read over his shoulder.
“You know, for someone who is supposed to be intelligent, you miss the obvious a lot,” Adam says, flipping back a page to show Kris where the words are located - forwards, albeit still in boxes.
“Oh... kay. Now what is the point of that?”
“To make it more interesting? The author was high? I don't know,” Adam says.
He feels It.
Kansas City. Adam was expecting this. He knew there would e protesters, because they're simply too stupid to leave it alone. Never mind that half the fans themselves are gay and certainly some of them are Jewish.
“Are you sure about this?” Kris asks.
“Yea, I am. I don't give a flying fuck what they think... or rather don't think,” Adam says, carefully applying his eyeliner. (Like I'd let make up people this close to my eyes? Besides, they like to make me orange.)
“Sarver, man, relax,” Anoop warns, watching his friend pace up and down the room, clearly annoyed.
“I don't see why they think it's appropriate to harass people like that,” he says.
“Sarver... hey! Michael. Honestly man, it's okay. Don't get bent out of shape, I'm not,” Adam says, leaning against the wall.
That night Kris pads up the ladder to Adam's bunk. “Adam, you awake?”
“Mhmm,” he mumbles, waiting for Kris to pull open the curtain. “What is it?”
“I just wanted to be honest with you about tonight. I didn't mean to go off on them. I know you said you weren't upset, but... well, I care about you is all.”
Adam feels It, and figures now is as good a time as any to admit that It may have won out after all these years.
“Kris, I have to be completely honest... I know you - and the fans - have noticed some distance between us. It's... I'm not mad at you. Just, since high school... since that time we were in Romeo and Juliet in grade nine, I've kinda had a crush on you. It's nothing to worry about -”
“Why would I worry? You know, Katy ha asked me about fifteen times, 'what did you do to Adam? Fix. It.' in the last week,” Kris smiles.
“What are you trying to tell me?”
“That my wife thought we were together and having some kind of spat... yes, Katy used the word spat in a conversation the other day. It's really hard not to laugh when she does that,” Kris laughs at the memory of Katy huffing at him over the phone, telling him to fix whatever this spat is and get it together, because if he hurt Adam, she might just divorce him. He assumes she was kidding about that part.
“Wait, you mean she would have been okay if that were the case?”
“No, she would have had my ass for letting you stay mad at me,” Kris says, avoiding the question. He realizes that this conversation should be awkward, and yet, seems perfectly normal.
“I meant she'd be okay with us... being together?”
“I think she's ready to come down here and tie us together until we admit our feelings, actually.”
“You see, I knew all the SGA girls weren't bad,” Adam jokes.
The final tour date. Holding hands had never been out of the ordinary for Adam and Kris. It didn't faze anyone to see them walking through a venue with their arms around each other, or sitting on the bus watching a movie, fingers intertwined.
What most of the other Idols, (No one but Alli, and that's just because she is practically attached to Kris at the hip) never saw were the kisses. It wasn't like they stood in the back of a venue making out, but when there was a spare moment there would be a light peck, or occasionally - if they were sure they were alone - something deeper.
“Allison, honey, where is Meg?” Anoop asks. Allison rolls her eyes at him, as she usually does when his 'Southern' (Allison can verbalize capital letters...actually so can Alisan, and Danielle, and possibly Brad... I need to learn this one.) becomes glaringly obvious.
“No idea, lover boy,” she tells him.
“Well, if you see her, let her know I wanna talk, alright?”
“Mhmm,” Allison says, waving him off.
“Megan. Megan! Megan Joy, stop walking!” Kris calls after her as Megan appears from one of the corridors.
“I can't believe you Kris Allen. I thought you were one of the good ones,” Megan fumes.
“Meg, honey,” Adam tries.
“Don't even get me started on you, Lambert,” Megan spits.
“No, really Megan... Megan! What are you doing?”
“Going to find Katy and tell her about your little habit here,” Megan says, waving a hand in their general direction.
Allison has to bite her lip to keep from laughing when Adam gives her a look that says “this is gonna be fun... not” over Kris's head.
“Meg, Anoop wanted to talk to you,” Allison tells her.
“Good for him, I'll talk to him back at the hotel,” Megan says. “Have you seen Katy?”
“Uhm... she was talking to Tiffany last I saw? I guess find Sarver?”
“Thanks, Alli,” Megan says. Adam rolls his eyes at how helpful she isn't.
“Katy, I hate to tell you this, but your husband is a dog.”
Katy looks up from her phone, where she was previously keying a text message to Allison, who explained the impending conversation.
“Really?” Katy asks, playing along. “What did he do?”
“He's a... a.... he was making out with Adam back stage. There, I said it.”
“But what did he do?” Katy asks again, wondering if Megan will catch on that Kris is allowed to do that.
“You're... not angry?” Megan asks.
“Not at all, they've been doing that since... Kansas City, I guess.”
“And we didn't know about it?”
“Allison knew, but other than that, nope.”
“Oh I am gonna get that kid,” Megan mutters, stalking back toward Allison.
Katy is glad to see Anoop waylay Megan before she reaches Allison. That could have had a really ugly (amusing...) outcome.