Don't Fight What's Right (Part 6/8)
Title: Don't Fight What's Right.
Pairing: Kradam. Fluff moments.
Rating: PG-13 - Foul Language.
Word Count: 1,267
Beta: gargoyles42
Disclaimer: Adam and Kris belong to themselves. And each other. I made no profit off of this. Purely for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Completely AU. Adam is an eighteen year old High School Senior and is the school outcast. Two months ago, Kris came to the school, but refuses to talk to anyone.
Notes: Aw. :) Oh, and LJ hates me and the cut wasn't working so I had to cut and paste individual pieces. D: Anyway, sorry if this comes out weird.
I sat in class; knowing fully well that I was being stared at. Allison's eyes were on me about every two minutes. I really just wanted to drag her out of class and tell her about my great lunch time adventure, but being as I already disturbed the class once by being late, it wouldn't fly.
When the bell rang she was standing by seat with her belongings already packed before I could even put my pencil down. "How'd you-?" I started but was interrupted.
"I never took my stuff out," she responded with a rushed dialect, "now spill." Allison is a demanding being, really. I have discovered that in the past couple of days. Especially since she managed to track me down on Myspace and hasn't let me go an hour without a new message.
I sighed and began to pack my things. "We hung out at lunch again," I smiled hesitantly as I stood from my seat and adjusted my jacket before pulling on my bag. "He spoke to me, Allison. Kris Allen actually said something," I beamed at her. I couldn't tell if her expression was confused, worried, happy, or any other emotion that could be plastered over ones face.
She cleared it up for me quickly, though by bounding into me with her arms around my shoulders. I huffed out a breath of air and laughed. "That's so great! What did he say?" She was still holding on to me tightly and my arms were wrapped around her waist.
"Nothing major, he just told me goodbye and gave me his number." She knitted her eyebrows. "After I asked for it, of course." She shook her head as if understanding. "Now come on, I can't be late to Chemistry again." And she laughed, knowing that that was the truth and I'm wasn’t trying to dodge the conversation.
I got her number that day, too. As well as a long speech about when to call her - Which I have just decided is all the time because I'm pretty sure she named every day of the week - and how often to call her. "At least once a day! Understood?" was her requirements.
Demanding.
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I didn't get to talk to my mom that night. She was busy loving my father, and I seriously mean that love part. They were locked in their room all afternoon and evening and didn't come out until Neil screeched at the top of his lungs saying that he was starving, and I can't cook for shit.
So basically I was alone all afternoon and then I remembered I have people I can call now. I ruled out calling Kris, afraid that it would be much to soon, so I just programmed his number into my phone and called Allison instead, who picked up on the first ring.
"Hello?" Allison huffed out. There was a lot of background noise.
I muffled a giggle before responding. "Hey Alli, it's Adam." Then I heard some yelling on the other end and it went silent. Did we loose connection? Oh man.
She finally answered me. "Oh, hey Adam. Sorry about the noise. Parents are having a get together for some strange reason. Something about work and celebrations and I just can't deal with fifty year old smelly men and women anymore." I guess I'm her vent today as well.
"Wow." Is all I could muster up as an answer and she just laughed in agreement. "So what's up, girl? Anything fantabulous going on besides an old person party?" I really just needed to talk, about anything, or anyone, for that matter.
"Um, nope, not really." And then I heard her squeal. "Oh em gee, did I tell you Kris's parents work for my Dad?" My jaw dropped. Had she always known this, or was she hiding it from me?
"What? When did you find this out?" I had managed as I flopped onto my bed and stared up at the purple ceiling.
Allison then launched into a full on story. "Okay, well, I found out today. My Dad came home with this guy that I swear looks just like Kris, but older, and I was introduced and all that jazz and then it clicked. Finally I was all like 'Do you have a son?' and he smiled and said yes and then we started talking and then it just went from there," she took a breath. "Oh! And somewhere in the conversation you slipped in. I guess Kris talks to his Dad. About you." Then she was quiet.
I took a moment to process this and just as she asked if I was still there I spoke. "What? He... What? I don't get it..." was all I managed and she laughed at me. "What's so funny, Alli? I'm really lost over here." She muffled the rest of her giggles.
"He likes you Adam. Call him! Ask him what's up and if you get the balls, ask him out. You know you want to." Not only is she demanding she's determined. Determined to make my life more difficult then it already is.
I sighed into the phone and shook my head aggressively. "No. I can't. It's too soon to call him," I muttered.
"Whatever you say lover boy," she laughed out into the phone, "but listen, I have to go. If you get the nerves, call him." And we hung up after our goodbyes.
I didn't call him that night. But I did text him a goodnight message and got a cute smiley face in return.
---
My Mom woke me up early the next morning, just after my Dad left and I had an insane urge to hit her with my pillow. I actually planned on getting a full eight hours of sleep. "Get up," she whispered warmly to me and I managed to get out of bed and pull a pair of sweatpants on over my briefs without falling over.
She made me follow her out in the kitchen where she had a good breakfast for me. I looked from the food on the counter and back to her again. "What's the occasion?" I asked, but gravitated toward the mouth watering food that was set on display.
I looked at the grin on her face and felt her hand grip my wrist before she turned it to where she can see the palm of my hand. "Whose number is this?" Mom asked happily and I grumbled. I didn't get the Sharpie off my hand last night.
I looked to the counter, a little embarrassed. "Kris's," I mumbled and she smiled warmly at me and pulled me into a hug. "It's no big deal," I finally said into her hair and she pulled away quickly.
"No big deal? Adam! This boy gave you his number. Does this mean he actually talked? Because, you know, on the phone you have to speak." No shit.
I shrugged. "We hung out at lunch yesterday and he said 'Bye Adam' before I asked him for his number. He seemed really happy." She had a dreamy look in her eyes.
Then she suddenly snapped out of it by slamming her hands onto my shoulders and gripping tightly. "Have you called him?" Her eyes were burning into mine.
"No." I said lamely and she slumped. "But I texted him a goodnight text last night and got a smiley in return." She was happy again.
Her arms slid around my neck and I sighed contently into her dark hair. "Good, baby," she said into my chest before forcing me to eat some food, even though I had suddenly lost my appetite.
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For some reason, it didn't surprise me when Kris was leaning against his truck again the next morning. But this morning was a little different, he seemed much more relaxed and when he made his way over to me after I had gotten out of my car, he spoke again.
"Hi," was all he said, but he gave me a warm smile and we stepped into a soft embrace that lasted a good minute. I didn't want to pull away, but he made me by pushing at my chest softly and warning me with his eyes. He didn't care, it was everyone else.
I gave him a half smile, "Hey yourself." And we walked to class.
Before he let me go inside, Kris caught my shoulder and I turned to look at him. He glanced around and made sure no one was watching before meeting my eyes again. "See you at lunch?" I knew I could decline if I wanted to, it was written all over his face, but I couldn't, wouldn't, and shouldn't.
I smiled and touched his face lightly before dropping my hand, not wanting a scene. "Absolutely." He smiled and turned from me, practically skipping down the hallway.
Pairing: Kradam. Fluff moments.
Rating: PG-13 - Foul Language.
Word Count: 1,267
Beta: gargoyles42
Disclaimer: Adam and Kris belong to themselves. And each other. I made no profit off of this. Purely for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Completely AU. Adam is an eighteen year old High School Senior and is the school outcast. Two months ago, Kris came to the school, but refuses to talk to anyone.
Notes: Aw. :) Oh, and LJ hates me and the cut wasn't working so I had to cut and paste individual pieces. D: Anyway, sorry if this comes out weird.
I sat in class; knowing fully well that I was being stared at. Allison's eyes were on me about every two minutes. I really just wanted to drag her out of class and tell her about my great lunch time adventure, but being as I already disturbed the class once by being late, it wouldn't fly.
When the bell rang she was standing by seat with her belongings already packed before I could even put my pencil down. "How'd you-?" I started but was interrupted.
"I never took my stuff out," she responded with a rushed dialect, "now spill." Allison is a demanding being, really. I have discovered that in the past couple of days. Especially since she managed to track me down on Myspace and hasn't let me go an hour without a new message.
I sighed and began to pack my things. "We hung out at lunch again," I smiled hesitantly as I stood from my seat and adjusted my jacket before pulling on my bag. "He spoke to me, Allison. Kris Allen actually said something," I beamed at her. I couldn't tell if her expression was confused, worried, happy, or any other emotion that could be plastered over ones face.
She cleared it up for me quickly, though by bounding into me with her arms around my shoulders. I huffed out a breath of air and laughed. "That's so great! What did he say?" She was still holding on to me tightly and my arms were wrapped around her waist.
"Nothing major, he just told me goodbye and gave me his number." She knitted her eyebrows. "After I asked for it, of course." She shook her head as if understanding. "Now come on, I can't be late to Chemistry again." And she laughed, knowing that that was the truth and I'm wasn’t trying to dodge the conversation.
I got her number that day, too. As well as a long speech about when to call her - Which I have just decided is all the time because I'm pretty sure she named every day of the week - and how often to call her. "At least once a day! Understood?" was her requirements.
Demanding.
---
I didn't get to talk to my mom that night. She was busy loving my father, and I seriously mean that love part. They were locked in their room all afternoon and evening and didn't come out until Neil screeched at the top of his lungs saying that he was starving, and I can't cook for shit.
So basically I was alone all afternoon and then I remembered I have people I can call now. I ruled out calling Kris, afraid that it would be much to soon, so I just programmed his number into my phone and called Allison instead, who picked up on the first ring.
"Hello?" Allison huffed out. There was a lot of background noise.
I muffled a giggle before responding. "Hey Alli, it's Adam." Then I heard some yelling on the other end and it went silent. Did we loose connection? Oh man.
She finally answered me. "Oh, hey Adam. Sorry about the noise. Parents are having a get together for some strange reason. Something about work and celebrations and I just can't deal with fifty year old smelly men and women anymore." I guess I'm her vent today as well.
"Wow." Is all I could muster up as an answer and she just laughed in agreement. "So what's up, girl? Anything fantabulous going on besides an old person party?" I really just needed to talk, about anything, or anyone, for that matter.
"Um, nope, not really." And then I heard her squeal. "Oh em gee, did I tell you Kris's parents work for my Dad?" My jaw dropped. Had she always known this, or was she hiding it from me?
"What? When did you find this out?" I had managed as I flopped onto my bed and stared up at the purple ceiling.
Allison then launched into a full on story. "Okay, well, I found out today. My Dad came home with this guy that I swear looks just like Kris, but older, and I was introduced and all that jazz and then it clicked. Finally I was all like 'Do you have a son?' and he smiled and said yes and then we started talking and then it just went from there," she took a breath. "Oh! And somewhere in the conversation you slipped in. I guess Kris talks to his Dad. About you." Then she was quiet.
I took a moment to process this and just as she asked if I was still there I spoke. "What? He... What? I don't get it..." was all I managed and she laughed at me. "What's so funny, Alli? I'm really lost over here." She muffled the rest of her giggles.
"He likes you Adam. Call him! Ask him what's up and if you get the balls, ask him out. You know you want to." Not only is she demanding she's determined. Determined to make my life more difficult then it already is.
I sighed into the phone and shook my head aggressively. "No. I can't. It's too soon to call him," I muttered.
"Whatever you say lover boy," she laughed out into the phone, "but listen, I have to go. If you get the nerves, call him." And we hung up after our goodbyes.
I didn't call him that night. But I did text him a goodnight message and got a cute smiley face in return.
---
My Mom woke me up early the next morning, just after my Dad left and I had an insane urge to hit her with my pillow. I actually planned on getting a full eight hours of sleep. "Get up," she whispered warmly to me and I managed to get out of bed and pull a pair of sweatpants on over my briefs without falling over.
She made me follow her out in the kitchen where she had a good breakfast for me. I looked from the food on the counter and back to her again. "What's the occasion?" I asked, but gravitated toward the mouth watering food that was set on display.
I looked at the grin on her face and felt her hand grip my wrist before she turned it to where she can see the palm of my hand. "Whose number is this?" Mom asked happily and I grumbled. I didn't get the Sharpie off my hand last night.
I looked to the counter, a little embarrassed. "Kris's," I mumbled and she smiled warmly at me and pulled me into a hug. "It's no big deal," I finally said into her hair and she pulled away quickly.
"No big deal? Adam! This boy gave you his number. Does this mean he actually talked? Because, you know, on the phone you have to speak." No shit.
I shrugged. "We hung out at lunch yesterday and he said 'Bye Adam' before I asked him for his number. He seemed really happy." She had a dreamy look in her eyes.
Then she suddenly snapped out of it by slamming her hands onto my shoulders and gripping tightly. "Have you called him?" Her eyes were burning into mine.
"No." I said lamely and she slumped. "But I texted him a goodnight text last night and got a smiley in return." She was happy again.
Her arms slid around my neck and I sighed contently into her dark hair. "Good, baby," she said into my chest before forcing me to eat some food, even though I had suddenly lost my appetite.
---
For some reason, it didn't surprise me when Kris was leaning against his truck again the next morning. But this morning was a little different, he seemed much more relaxed and when he made his way over to me after I had gotten out of my car, he spoke again.
"Hi," was all he said, but he gave me a warm smile and we stepped into a soft embrace that lasted a good minute. I didn't want to pull away, but he made me by pushing at my chest softly and warning me with his eyes. He didn't care, it was everyone else.
I gave him a half smile, "Hey yourself." And we walked to class.
Before he let me go inside, Kris caught my shoulder and I turned to look at him. He glanced around and made sure no one was watching before meeting my eyes again. "See you at lunch?" I knew I could decline if I wanted to, it was written all over his face, but I couldn't, wouldn't, and shouldn't.
I smiled and touched his face lightly before dropping my hand, not wanting a scene. "Absolutely." He smiled and turned from me, practically skipping down the hallway.