Title: Seven Songs
Title: Seven Songs
Author: itsa_love_story
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seven songs from my iTunes made into seven drabbles. (I attached song lyrics that fit what I ended up writing just in case you don't know the song :) ) Some of them friendship, some relationship, some just fluff and some just tearjerkers.
Disclaimer: Fictional story in which I don't claim to know anyone mentioned or claim to state this as fact. Purely for reading enjoyment.
Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop
Landon Pigg
I think that possibly
Maybe I’ve fallen for you
“Grande caramel macchiato and no whipped, please,” Kris says, fingers tapping at the Blackberry in his hands. A frown tugs at his mouth and he pushes his sunglasses back up as he reads a new message.
“Uhm… Sir?”
Kris looks around him at the line of people behind him and back at the Starbucks barista waiting patiently for him to pay for his order. The blonde man smirks and Kris laughs, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.
“Sorry.”
“Anything else for you today, Kris?”
His eyebrows raise and he rests his elbows on the counter, looking up at the taller man from behind his sunglasses.
“An Idol fan?”
“Well it IS the biggest show on the planet...”
“Did you vote for me?” Kris grins at the blush across the man’s face and he looks down with a surprised laugh.
“Four hundred times on the finale.”
“Are you kidding? Seriously?!” Kris asks, standing up, jaw dropped. The man shrugs and scribbles Kris’ name on the cup before sliding it over the counter.
“I’ll show you my cell phone bill if you’d like.”
Their eyes meet for a moment and Kris grins, eyes raking over the man’s freckles scattered across his handsome face.
“Well I guess I owe you a thanks…”
“Adam,” the barista supplies and Kris nods, testing the name out on his tongue.
Let It Be
The Beatles
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer
Let it be
Kris is sitting in the hospital waiting room, head tucked down against his chest and arms up over his head, fingers tightening in his hair.
Adam turns the corner and sees the doctor standing before Kris, hand on his shoulder. Kris’s breath hitches and he nods mechanically.
His steps broaden as he walks quickly over and slides into the empty chair next to Kris, arms open as the smaller man quietly collapses into them. His hands slide over Kris’ back and he looks up at the doctor’s grim face and he feels tears seep through his shirt when he processes the doctor’s words.
Kris’ fingers tighten in his jacket and Adam looks down the emergency room hallway and back down at the broken man in his lap before placing a kiss to the back of Kris’ head.
These Boots Are Made for Walking
Jessica Simpson
Swerve my stride
Bat my sexy eyes
Where my boots at
Strut ya stuff come on
Adam has a love affair with boots.
He wore down the soles on his favorite snakeskin ones and he had put them in a box on a high shelf in his closet, refusing to throw them away.
He owned ones that laced up to his knees, ones that had 20 inch platforms, and ones that were entirely made of feathers.
“Feathers!” he had gleefully announced and held them up for the Idol group to see as he unpacked his luggage.
“Oh, pretty!” Allison had squealed, running over to run her fingers over the white, soft feathers under her fingers.
“… What do you wear with those?” Matt asked, nose scrunched up.
Adam looked at Kris with a wink and shrugged.
“Not a whole lot. Think… Victoria’s Secret. But more masculine,” he nodded. Allison cracked up and Kris held a hand over his mouth, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Leave it to you to butch up a lingerie store,” Kris laughed.
“My wings are in the OTHER luggage, Kristopher.”
Love Sex Magic
Ciara/Justin Timberlake
All night show with just you and the crowd
Doin tricks you’ve never seen
And I bet that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
Kris knew, immediately, that this was a very bad idea.
The drag queen at the door’s eyes lit up when she saw him and grabbed his arm, shuffling him to the front of the room.
“Well aren’t you a darling thing. Here, come with me and we’ll get you a good spot to watch your man,” she grinned, a lipstick smile, and Kris shook his head quickly.
“He’s not-“
“Oh, honey. We’ve heard ALL about you.”
She pushed his shoulders down and he plopped into a chair and she turned on her heel and left him alone at a table.
He looked around with a hand behind his neck with a worried look and when the lights went down, he lowered further into his seat.
The curtains opened, dragged across the stage, and the small club audience hollered and stomped their feet as a form came into view under a lone spotlight. Kris looked at the chipped black nail polish clutching the mic stand before looking up slowly.
Adam’s head was back, throat exposed, and a heavy beat filled the club. His hips swayed in skin tight leather and his dark hair fell over his eyes, tongue running over his bottom lip as he pumped the mic stand to the beat of the music. A sheer vest was unbuttoned to his navel and Kris could see the freckles scattered over his body. He spread his feet out on the floor and arched his back, leaning so far backwards his hair almost touched the floor, fingers still gripping the stand.
Kris let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding and he bit his bottom lip.
Human Nature
Madonna
And I'm not sorry
It's human nature
Adam was on the front of every main newspaper and magazine in the country.
Kris had received a frantic phone call at three am the morning before the issues hit stands and he had reached on the floor to get the phone, finding it among his clothes and squinting at the bright screen before bringing the phone back up to his ear.
“’Lo…”
“Kris!”
He blinked a few times, head tilted to the side and he shook his head.
“Ali… What’s going-“
“You’re on the covers.”
“I’m… What cover’s. What you are you talking about?”
“Every freaking cover. Us Magazine, People, the National Enquirer, everything!”
“I didn’t-“
“You and Adam.”
Kris paused, taking a deep breath.
“Is something wrong? Is he okay?” Kris asked, throat dry,
“Kris,” Allison breathed out over the phone.
“What?”
“Someone leaked pictures of you guys.”
So the next morning, at a little newsstand down the street from his hotel, he stood, jaw slack as he lowered the brim of his hat over his face and looked in disbelief at the photos plastered all over the covers.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out before him, reading the new text.
I’m not sorry.
Joey
Sugarland
What if I spoke up?
What if I took the keys?
What if I would of tried a little harder
Instead of always trying to please
Adam’s sitting on his bedroom floor in his upscale Los Angeles apartment, staring at the wall. Kris had taped about a hundred photos of family, friends, and loved ones on that wall so Adam could see them all at once.
It was the only blank wall big enough in Adam’s apartment so Kris taped each up individually as Adam sat and watched him, eyebrows knit together as Kris put each up then got out his marker and wrote the person’s name in the photo.
Adam had nodded, silently, watching for hours as Kris repeated the motions.
Now he sat, raking his eyes over the faces in the photos and reading each name.
Kris stood in the behind him a few feet away, tears in his eyes as Adam got up and tapped on one photo before turning back around.
“This one isn’t labeled.”
“I know,” he nodded, fingers tightening on the marker.
“Can you, please? I don’t… I don’t know who they are without a name?” Adam asked, his voice small.
Kris nodded with a deep breath and walked across the room, standing before the wall and writing quickly on the photo before turning back around and leaving the room.
Adam watched him leave and touched the woman’s face in the photo before looking at the man’s blue eyes and reading what Kris had wrote.
Mom and Dad
Love Story
Taylor Swift
See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello
On the morning of the royal ball, Allison, every year, wakes up Adam with promises of a wonderful time to be had that evening.
She runs through the castle corridors, heels clicking against the stone floors and skirts sweeping behind her as she jumps on his bed, clutching the bedposts and hitting his sleeping form hard.
“What,” he moans, a hand over his face, light brown hair sticking up in all directions.
“The ball is tonight! Come on, we have to get dressed!”
“No.”
“Yes!” she squealed, tugging at his arm before successfully pulling him out of bed, sending them both tumbling to the floor.
Adam sits beside his mother at the top of the stairway, overlooking the party before him, watching as the girls dresses glided across the shined floors and the boys bowed awkwardly. He tapped his boots against the leg of the throne and sighed.
Allison waved to him from the floor, arms linked with a cute boy from another kingdom.
He was about to wave back when he looked up and met dark brown eyes a few feet away from him. The boy was tugging at his suit’s cuffs and slowly approaching him. He stepped up before Adam and smiled, bowing, before clearing his throat.
“Your highness.”
Adam grinned, raking his eyes over the slender form and the gold piping on the jacket and the soft tuffs of hair on his head carefully styled.
“I’m Kris Allen of Keyestic.”
“Pleasure.”
“Would you, uhm, care to-“
“I’d love to,” Adam said quickly and hopped off his throne, pulling Kris along behind him as they made their way to the castle’s dance floor.
Author: itsa_love_story
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seven songs from my iTunes made into seven drabbles. (I attached song lyrics that fit what I ended up writing just in case you don't know the song :) ) Some of them friendship, some relationship, some just fluff and some just tearjerkers.
Disclaimer: Fictional story in which I don't claim to know anyone mentioned or claim to state this as fact. Purely for reading enjoyment.
Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop
Landon Pigg
I think that possibly
Maybe I’ve fallen for you
“Grande caramel macchiato and no whipped, please,” Kris says, fingers tapping at the Blackberry in his hands. A frown tugs at his mouth and he pushes his sunglasses back up as he reads a new message.
“Uhm… Sir?”
Kris looks around him at the line of people behind him and back at the Starbucks barista waiting patiently for him to pay for his order. The blonde man smirks and Kris laughs, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.
“Sorry.”
“Anything else for you today, Kris?”
His eyebrows raise and he rests his elbows on the counter, looking up at the taller man from behind his sunglasses.
“An Idol fan?”
“Well it IS the biggest show on the planet...”
“Did you vote for me?” Kris grins at the blush across the man’s face and he looks down with a surprised laugh.
“Four hundred times on the finale.”
“Are you kidding? Seriously?!” Kris asks, standing up, jaw dropped. The man shrugs and scribbles Kris’ name on the cup before sliding it over the counter.
“I’ll show you my cell phone bill if you’d like.”
Their eyes meet for a moment and Kris grins, eyes raking over the man’s freckles scattered across his handsome face.
“Well I guess I owe you a thanks…”
“Adam,” the barista supplies and Kris nods, testing the name out on his tongue.
Let It Be
The Beatles
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer
Let it be
Kris is sitting in the hospital waiting room, head tucked down against his chest and arms up over his head, fingers tightening in his hair.
Adam turns the corner and sees the doctor standing before Kris, hand on his shoulder. Kris’s breath hitches and he nods mechanically.
His steps broaden as he walks quickly over and slides into the empty chair next to Kris, arms open as the smaller man quietly collapses into them. His hands slide over Kris’ back and he looks up at the doctor’s grim face and he feels tears seep through his shirt when he processes the doctor’s words.
Kris’ fingers tighten in his jacket and Adam looks down the emergency room hallway and back down at the broken man in his lap before placing a kiss to the back of Kris’ head.
These Boots Are Made for Walking
Jessica Simpson
Swerve my stride
Bat my sexy eyes
Where my boots at
Strut ya stuff come on
Adam has a love affair with boots.
He wore down the soles on his favorite snakeskin ones and he had put them in a box on a high shelf in his closet, refusing to throw them away.
He owned ones that laced up to his knees, ones that had 20 inch platforms, and ones that were entirely made of feathers.
“Feathers!” he had gleefully announced and held them up for the Idol group to see as he unpacked his luggage.
“Oh, pretty!” Allison had squealed, running over to run her fingers over the white, soft feathers under her fingers.
“… What do you wear with those?” Matt asked, nose scrunched up.
Adam looked at Kris with a wink and shrugged.
“Not a whole lot. Think… Victoria’s Secret. But more masculine,” he nodded. Allison cracked up and Kris held a hand over his mouth, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Leave it to you to butch up a lingerie store,” Kris laughed.
“My wings are in the OTHER luggage, Kristopher.”
Love Sex Magic
Ciara/Justin Timberlake
All night show with just you and the crowd
Doin tricks you’ve never seen
And I bet that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
Kris knew, immediately, that this was a very bad idea.
The drag queen at the door’s eyes lit up when she saw him and grabbed his arm, shuffling him to the front of the room.
“Well aren’t you a darling thing. Here, come with me and we’ll get you a good spot to watch your man,” she grinned, a lipstick smile, and Kris shook his head quickly.
“He’s not-“
“Oh, honey. We’ve heard ALL about you.”
She pushed his shoulders down and he plopped into a chair and she turned on her heel and left him alone at a table.
He looked around with a hand behind his neck with a worried look and when the lights went down, he lowered further into his seat.
The curtains opened, dragged across the stage, and the small club audience hollered and stomped their feet as a form came into view under a lone spotlight. Kris looked at the chipped black nail polish clutching the mic stand before looking up slowly.
Adam’s head was back, throat exposed, and a heavy beat filled the club. His hips swayed in skin tight leather and his dark hair fell over his eyes, tongue running over his bottom lip as he pumped the mic stand to the beat of the music. A sheer vest was unbuttoned to his navel and Kris could see the freckles scattered over his body. He spread his feet out on the floor and arched his back, leaning so far backwards his hair almost touched the floor, fingers still gripping the stand.
Kris let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding and he bit his bottom lip.
Human Nature
Madonna
And I'm not sorry
It's human nature
Adam was on the front of every main newspaper and magazine in the country.
Kris had received a frantic phone call at three am the morning before the issues hit stands and he had reached on the floor to get the phone, finding it among his clothes and squinting at the bright screen before bringing the phone back up to his ear.
“’Lo…”
“Kris!”
He blinked a few times, head tilted to the side and he shook his head.
“Ali… What’s going-“
“You’re on the covers.”
“I’m… What cover’s. What you are you talking about?”
“Every freaking cover. Us Magazine, People, the National Enquirer, everything!”
“I didn’t-“
“You and Adam.”
Kris paused, taking a deep breath.
“Is something wrong? Is he okay?” Kris asked, throat dry,
“Kris,” Allison breathed out over the phone.
“What?”
“Someone leaked pictures of you guys.”
So the next morning, at a little newsstand down the street from his hotel, he stood, jaw slack as he lowered the brim of his hat over his face and looked in disbelief at the photos plastered all over the covers.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out before him, reading the new text.
I’m not sorry.
Joey
Sugarland
What if I spoke up?
What if I took the keys?
What if I would of tried a little harder
Instead of always trying to please
Adam’s sitting on his bedroom floor in his upscale Los Angeles apartment, staring at the wall. Kris had taped about a hundred photos of family, friends, and loved ones on that wall so Adam could see them all at once.
It was the only blank wall big enough in Adam’s apartment so Kris taped each up individually as Adam sat and watched him, eyebrows knit together as Kris put each up then got out his marker and wrote the person’s name in the photo.
Adam had nodded, silently, watching for hours as Kris repeated the motions.
Now he sat, raking his eyes over the faces in the photos and reading each name.
Kris stood in the behind him a few feet away, tears in his eyes as Adam got up and tapped on one photo before turning back around.
“This one isn’t labeled.”
“I know,” he nodded, fingers tightening on the marker.
“Can you, please? I don’t… I don’t know who they are without a name?” Adam asked, his voice small.
Kris nodded with a deep breath and walked across the room, standing before the wall and writing quickly on the photo before turning back around and leaving the room.
Adam watched him leave and touched the woman’s face in the photo before looking at the man’s blue eyes and reading what Kris had wrote.
Mom and Dad
Love Story
Taylor Swift
See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello
On the morning of the royal ball, Allison, every year, wakes up Adam with promises of a wonderful time to be had that evening.
She runs through the castle corridors, heels clicking against the stone floors and skirts sweeping behind her as she jumps on his bed, clutching the bedposts and hitting his sleeping form hard.
“What,” he moans, a hand over his face, light brown hair sticking up in all directions.
“The ball is tonight! Come on, we have to get dressed!”
“No.”
“Yes!” she squealed, tugging at his arm before successfully pulling him out of bed, sending them both tumbling to the floor.
Adam sits beside his mother at the top of the stairway, overlooking the party before him, watching as the girls dresses glided across the shined floors and the boys bowed awkwardly. He tapped his boots against the leg of the throne and sighed.
Allison waved to him from the floor, arms linked with a cute boy from another kingdom.
He was about to wave back when he looked up and met dark brown eyes a few feet away from him. The boy was tugging at his suit’s cuffs and slowly approaching him. He stepped up before Adam and smiled, bowing, before clearing his throat.
“Your highness.”
Adam grinned, raking his eyes over the slender form and the gold piping on the jacket and the soft tuffs of hair on his head carefully styled.
“I’m Kris Allen of Keyestic.”
“Pleasure.”
“Would you, uhm, care to-“
“I’d love to,” Adam said quickly and hopped off his throne, pulling Kris along behind him as they made their way to the castle’s dance floor.