Fic: Beat Your Love Out Of My Chest (9/?)
Title: Beat Your Love Out Of My Chest
Author:
claire_kay
Rating: PG-13 as always. ;) A few naughty words.
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Beta:
cpt_untouchable - do I even need to tell you how awesome you are? *squishes*
Summary: You can convince yourself time has healed, but the scars still show. Sequel to If There's A Rocket Tie Me To It. Which if you would like to read, you can find it HERE
Notes: *wanders in*... oh hi there :) I would like to apologise for taking so effing long with this, if it makes up for it, its quite a long chapter and you even get some Kris/Adam interaction.Thanks again for the comments on the last chapter, you guys are amazing. *huggles* Also guys I've had to post this in two parts because of how long it is. guh.
Disclaimer: Pscht, disclaimers are depressing business they only remind me that this isn't real and that I do not own neither Kris or Adam.
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight
Beat Your Love Out Of My Chest
Chapter Nine: Neon Sky
The atmosphere shifted so quickly in the house that Adam barely had time to register it. One moment it was just them, and then suddenly there were almost forty people all trying to bundle into one house. He had never felt more claustrophobic and it only got worse when Danny and Matt turned up at his door with wide smiles and bags tucked under their arms telling him they were all sharing a room now. He had tried to shut the door and hold them out, but it was a useless attempt and they pushed their way through, muttering comments about Anoop and the hundreds of relatives he had.
We're only here for three more days, became Adam’s mantra. He hoped those days would be so busy that he would barely have enough time to bitch about being stuck sharing with Matt and Danny.
He was even doing a fairly good job of keeping a distance from Kris and Katy. The evenings were the worst, when Anoop's Mom insisted they all sit together and have dinner. It was a loud event and everyone was so caught up in their own conversations it was easy to ignore ones that were going on around him. Yet he always managed to hear the ones directed at Kris and Katy. “Are you planning on starting a family soon?” “You make such a beautiful couple.” He didn't miss how Katy would hold onto Kris like some kind of possession and throw a knowing look in Adam's direction. Adam didn't blame her for being that way. How could he? Her insecurity was obvious, and the desperation across her face as she tried to keep up the pretence was exhausting to watch. Kris just look resigned, going along with it because she was; none of the people there knew any better so they could write it off as Kris' usual way, but Adam knew better. He knew how deep it ran, that they were anything but the perfect couple.
What surprised Adam was how he felt about it. At first he felt angry, pissed off at Kris for not fighting harder and making it work; but he could see now that it wouldn't have mattered if Kris had. This was about who Kris was, and who he could never be for Katy. Now when he looked at them, he felt a deep sadness because watching the two of them was heartbreaking. He wondered if this was how he had looked for all those months after Kris left -- if at times he still looked like that now.
Katy was still fighting, still trying to get attention from Kris, but Kris was already gone. Not listening to her, not listening to anyone. Sometimes he'd catch Kris just staring into space, Katy by his side speaking frustrated words and yet still trying not to let it show. Exhausting. The comparison he had was Anoop and Megan, easy and light and so attentive, knowing what the other was thinking, initiating before the other would. It was heartwarming and hopeful and he wished that Kris and Katy could see them, that they would really look at them. They both deserved better, better than the life they had and better than each other.
But Adam just kept quiet, mostly because he was trying to avoid another discussion with Kris. Over the last few days, he felt like he was in constant battle with himself. He was angry with himself for having shown Kris too much, for opening up for just that brief moment. Admitting he missed Kris was not good. He hated how easily Kris could break him down and make him admit things no one else could. He hated that, after all this time, he still had some kind of power over him.
He was sure Kris was avoiding him too. He had barely glanced in Adam's direction for the last two days. He put it down to the fact that Katy was there and he really tried not to give a shit that Kris wasn't paying him any attention. He was officially pathetic. That much he knew and had it confirmed by Danny when he shared the story with him. He was certain that if he told Matt he would cement how pathetic he really was.
He was surprised by how calm Megan was. The wedding was a day away and the panic that she had previously seemed to have completely vanished. He suspected it was due to her son sitting across her lap, laughing loudly as she tickled him. It was hard to not watch them together and feel a slight tinge of jealousy, their connection and love undeniable and unbreakable.
“Lambert!” He felt the swipe across his head before he even registered the voice and startled, looking at Allison, seated in front of him. “I would appreciate it if, when painting my nails, you would give me your full attention. You just painted my knuckle bright red.”
Allison held up her hand in mock anger and pointed at it over-dramatically.
“Sorry... just a bit distracted.”
“I noticed.”
He tried to focus solely on her nails, taking extra care with each one so she wouldn't have any further reason to complain. It was a happy distraction, much better than allowing his mind to wander or to dwell on Katy sitting a few feet away from him deep in conversation with Lil. The option to either spend the day with the girls or the men was one that had Adam overthinking the entire day before. He had only decided when Megan had stood in the kitchen and demanded to know if he was in or out, to which they had both immaturely burst out laughing. He had flung an arm over her shoulder and the decision was made.
“Adam...”
“What, Allison? I didn't paint your knuckle again...” He held up the brush, smiling and threatening her face with it.
“I know! I just...” She shifted, angling her body so they were close together and her voice was quieter when she continued. “I just wanted you to know I'm not on Team Kris. Not that I don't love Kris, because I do...”
“Sweetie...” Adam grabbed her hand fiercely and she pulled it away quickly, motioning to her nails. “Sorry...”
“Let me finish Adam, okay? I see more of Kris -- I guess I sort of felt like he needed someone, and I know you did too, but you had Danny and Matt … and I was worried that when Kris was in LA he was all alone, so I tried to be there for him, you know? But that doesn't mean that I don't love you too, or that I'm not worried about you as well. I just wanted you to know that.”
Adam smiled widely. Allison had always been this little constant in his life. Even if they didn't speak for a few weeks it never bothered him because he knew she'd call him or he'd call her and it would always be the same, always a comfortable and happy friendship.
“I know. You're a good friend, and Kris needs you, honey.”
“But if you need someone to talk to as well...”
“I know.”
Allison hit him hard and threw all her weight at him and they stumbled backwards to the ground with her half on top of him, their giggles echoing through the room. Adam pushed her up and realised that all eyes were on the two of them, even Katy watching the exchange of friendship.
“Ahh crap. Look at my nails!” Adam laughed as Allison looked across her nails, all of them smudged.
“Well maybe if you hadn't thrown yourself at me.”
“Whatever Lambert, this isn't over. I'm taking this crap off and then we’re starting again.”
Her fierce face was in full effect, a look that said she meant business and Adam laughed as she strutted out of the room. He looked down at his own bare nails and pulled out the darkest blue he could find in amongst all their collections. He tried not to notice the eyes watching him from across the room. He tried to ignore the feeling that maybe he should have gone with the men rather than staying here.
He briefly glanced in Megan and Ryder's direction, the two of them calmer now, curled up on the sofa, talking quietly. He had been waiting all afternoon for Ryder to have some kind of energy burst and run around the house causing mass destruction, but it hadn't happened yet. It would figure that Megan's child could be calm and happy enough to just sit with his Mom.
“He’s adorable, isn't he?”
He half expected it to be Lil talking to him, but it was Katy's voice and she was looking at him with careful cautious eyes. “Yeah.”
He was fairly sure that was all it would be, just Katy making conversation as Lil excused herself, but then she stood up and crossed the room to sit next to him. “That colour suits you.”
He looked down at his half painted nails and smiled slightly, his way of saying thank you. He wasn't sure what was coming next. He anticipated it and felt like they were sitting in silence for a long time before she spoke again.
“Me and Kris talked about having a baby.”
It was at that exact moment that he knew he should not have stayed there. He didn't like the love he heard in Katy's voice -- how happy she was to say the words, because they didn't sound right. They weren't right and he couldn't say anything because it was none of his business.
“Katy...”
“I expect you don't want to hear that.”
“It's none of my business.”
“True.” He glanced over at Katy and she was nodding softly. “Have you spoken to Kris much since you've been here? I know you have but...”
“There were some things that needed to be said, but that's between me and Kris.”
“I am his wife.”
“And I'm...”
Her eyes met his, not unkindly, but curious. “You're what?”
Adam didn't have an answer. He shouldn't have been anything to Kris, not anymore, and that was exactly the point she was trying to make. He didn't remember this version of Katy. He remembered someone sweet and happy and the person sitting in front of him seemed bitter and lonely and completely unaware of it.
“I'm going to ask you something, Adam, and I'd appreciate it if you could do this for me, seeing as you almost destroyed my marriage once already.”
The words to retaliate were on Adam's lips, but they faded away after a few seconds. It would be futile to respond. Katy was lost somewhere in her own denial and it certainly wouldn't be Adam who could pull her out of it.
“Leave Kris alone. We’re only here for a few more days and after that he is coming back to Arkansas to help me with the house. Hopefully he’ll get some more songs written for the next album and then I think we can start to plan a family. He doesn't need you...”
“… Need me what?”
“Distracting him from what is the right thing. The past few years have been really hard for me and for his family but we've managed to get through it and I'd appreciate it if you didn't try and ruin that.”
Adam couldn't help his bitter laugh. “Katy, I'm sorry if its been hard for you and I'm sorry that you got hurt with what happened between me and Kris. But I won't apologise for how I felt about him and I won't ignore him like he’s not even here. What happened between me and him is our business and not yours.”
“I always knew you were selfish,” she said spitefully, years of anger in her voice and on her face. Their eyes met again. “Kris always said what an amazing person you were, what a great friend you were to him. But all you did was take. You took advantage of him when he was missing his family. You saw what you wanted and took it, screw the consequences.”
“You don't know anything about it at all, do you? Did you even let Kris explain? Of course you didn't. Because you never once believed it could be possible that Kris wanted me as much as I wanted him. You just saw the gay guy taking advantage and that's what you've believed all this time. You say its been hard for you -- what about Kris? Do you even know what its been like for him?”
“Of course I do. Don't you dare tell me I don't know my own husband.”
“I don't think that you do.”
“Do you love him? I mean I'm assuming that's what you told him. You must have been convincing. So do you? Do you love him?”
Adam stood up. He had already said too much that he shouldn't have. He wasn't helping and anything he said she would only find a way to twist around. He was tired of seeing people suffering. He had enough of his own to shoulder. He didn't want hers as well.
He left the room quickly, looking for some kind of escape, but he could feel Katy following closely behind her. “I want you to promise me, Adam. Promise me you'll leave him alone.”
“I won't make you any promises.”
He made it to the kitchen but she was still there, invading his space as he pulled a glass from the cupboard, her body close to his, radiating obvious desperation.
“Katy... you do realise you're talking to the wrong person? This is my life, not yours. What I do is my decision. You should be talking to Kris. What happened was three years ago and if you haven't gotten over it that's not my problem, that's yours. So keep me out of it, don't talk to me, don't ask anything of me because I won't do it. Do you understand?”
Adam was staring her down and his words must not have been what she’d expected or wanted. The tears forming in her eyes almost made him want to take his harsh words back. He didn't want to be the reason this woman was broken even further.
“I understand.”
Katy quickly regained her composure, as if suddenly realising she had let her guard down. But even as she moved away she still seemed reluctant to let the situation go. He wondered when the last time was that someone had listened to her, been attentive with her.
“I know what you must think of me.” The harshness was gone from her voice now. “You must pity me for being so pathetic for holding onto him. But I love him. He’s been my whole life since I was sixteen years old. I don't know who I am without him. Is it really so bad to want to keep that?”
Her blue eyes were wide and questioning, like she honestly wanted him to say the words that she wanted to hear. To give her some kind of confirmation that it was okay to be holding on to something that was already gone.
“Okay, Lambert! We are on!” Allison came bounding into the room, oblivious and waving the pot of nail polish in her hand. The tension in the room still remained and she picked up on it quickly, glancing back and forth between Katy and Adam. Allison's mouth hung open, Adam could literally see her mind working overtime trying to think of something to say, but then Katy was gone and out of the kitchen.
Allison fussed, asking him if he was okay, wanting answers but he brushed them off, telling her it was nothing, nothing that he wanted to talk about at least, and his tone ended the conversation. She still looked concerned as he painted her nails at the kitchen table. He could feel her eyes on him as he polished each nail with even more care than before.
Soon, the back door into the kitchen flew open and Anoop and half his family entered, bringing food and noise into the room and Allison was scooped up and dragged away by his Mom to help make dinner. Allison waved her wet nails frantically but that didn't seem to deter her, if anything only making her more persistent. Danny, Matt and Scott followed closely behind, Matt spotting Adam first sitting amongst the madness and he sat down across the table and threw his hands out in front of Adam.
“Mine next!”
Danny and Matt really thought they were so fucking hilarious, looking at each other and laughing, Adam pinned one of Matt's hands and quickly painted each nail before closing the polish and standing up.
“What the hell, Adam?”
Adam shrugged his shoulders with a little smirk before exiting the room. He could hear the laughter from Danny as he made his way up the stairs to his bedroom … well, now his and Danny’s and Matt's bedroom. The thought depressed him, because he knew when he got up there all their shit would be everywhere. He had to get stuck with two of the messiest people and they only played it up knowing how much Adam hated it.
Part Two: HERE
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Author:
claire_kay
Rating: PG-13 as always. ;) A few naughty words.
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Beta:
cpt_untouchable - do I even need to tell you how awesome you are? *squishes*
Summary: You can convince yourself time has healed, but the scars still show. Sequel to If There's A Rocket Tie Me To It. Which if you would like to read, you can find it HERE
Notes: *wanders in*... oh hi there :) I would like to apologise for taking so effing long with this, if it makes up for it, its quite a long chapter and you even get some Kris/Adam interaction.Thanks again for the comments on the last chapter, you guys are amazing. *huggles* Also guys I've had to post this in two parts because of how long it is. guh.
Disclaimer: Pscht, disclaimers are depressing business they only remind me that this isn't real and that I do not own neither Kris or Adam.
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight
Beat Your Love Out Of My Chest
Chapter Nine: Neon Sky
The atmosphere shifted so quickly in the house that Adam barely had time to register it. One moment it was just them, and then suddenly there were almost forty people all trying to bundle into one house. He had never felt more claustrophobic and it only got worse when Danny and Matt turned up at his door with wide smiles and bags tucked under their arms telling him they were all sharing a room now. He had tried to shut the door and hold them out, but it was a useless attempt and they pushed their way through, muttering comments about Anoop and the hundreds of relatives he had.
We're only here for three more days, became Adam’s mantra. He hoped those days would be so busy that he would barely have enough time to bitch about being stuck sharing with Matt and Danny.
He was even doing a fairly good job of keeping a distance from Kris and Katy. The evenings were the worst, when Anoop's Mom insisted they all sit together and have dinner. It was a loud event and everyone was so caught up in their own conversations it was easy to ignore ones that were going on around him. Yet he always managed to hear the ones directed at Kris and Katy. “Are you planning on starting a family soon?” “You make such a beautiful couple.” He didn't miss how Katy would hold onto Kris like some kind of possession and throw a knowing look in Adam's direction. Adam didn't blame her for being that way. How could he? Her insecurity was obvious, and the desperation across her face as she tried to keep up the pretence was exhausting to watch. Kris just look resigned, going along with it because she was; none of the people there knew any better so they could write it off as Kris' usual way, but Adam knew better. He knew how deep it ran, that they were anything but the perfect couple.
What surprised Adam was how he felt about it. At first he felt angry, pissed off at Kris for not fighting harder and making it work; but he could see now that it wouldn't have mattered if Kris had. This was about who Kris was, and who he could never be for Katy. Now when he looked at them, he felt a deep sadness because watching the two of them was heartbreaking. He wondered if this was how he had looked for all those months after Kris left -- if at times he still looked like that now.
Katy was still fighting, still trying to get attention from Kris, but Kris was already gone. Not listening to her, not listening to anyone. Sometimes he'd catch Kris just staring into space, Katy by his side speaking frustrated words and yet still trying not to let it show. Exhausting. The comparison he had was Anoop and Megan, easy and light and so attentive, knowing what the other was thinking, initiating before the other would. It was heartwarming and hopeful and he wished that Kris and Katy could see them, that they would really look at them. They both deserved better, better than the life they had and better than each other.
But Adam just kept quiet, mostly because he was trying to avoid another discussion with Kris. Over the last few days, he felt like he was in constant battle with himself. He was angry with himself for having shown Kris too much, for opening up for just that brief moment. Admitting he missed Kris was not good. He hated how easily Kris could break him down and make him admit things no one else could. He hated that, after all this time, he still had some kind of power over him.
He was sure Kris was avoiding him too. He had barely glanced in Adam's direction for the last two days. He put it down to the fact that Katy was there and he really tried not to give a shit that Kris wasn't paying him any attention. He was officially pathetic. That much he knew and had it confirmed by Danny when he shared the story with him. He was certain that if he told Matt he would cement how pathetic he really was.
He was surprised by how calm Megan was. The wedding was a day away and the panic that she had previously seemed to have completely vanished. He suspected it was due to her son sitting across her lap, laughing loudly as she tickled him. It was hard to not watch them together and feel a slight tinge of jealousy, their connection and love undeniable and unbreakable.
“Lambert!” He felt the swipe across his head before he even registered the voice and startled, looking at Allison, seated in front of him. “I would appreciate it if, when painting my nails, you would give me your full attention. You just painted my knuckle bright red.”
Allison held up her hand in mock anger and pointed at it over-dramatically.
“Sorry... just a bit distracted.”
“I noticed.”
He tried to focus solely on her nails, taking extra care with each one so she wouldn't have any further reason to complain. It was a happy distraction, much better than allowing his mind to wander or to dwell on Katy sitting a few feet away from him deep in conversation with Lil. The option to either spend the day with the girls or the men was one that had Adam overthinking the entire day before. He had only decided when Megan had stood in the kitchen and demanded to know if he was in or out, to which they had both immaturely burst out laughing. He had flung an arm over her shoulder and the decision was made.
“Adam...”
“What, Allison? I didn't paint your knuckle again...” He held up the brush, smiling and threatening her face with it.
“I know! I just...” She shifted, angling her body so they were close together and her voice was quieter when she continued. “I just wanted you to know I'm not on Team Kris. Not that I don't love Kris, because I do...”
“Sweetie...” Adam grabbed her hand fiercely and she pulled it away quickly, motioning to her nails. “Sorry...”
“Let me finish Adam, okay? I see more of Kris -- I guess I sort of felt like he needed someone, and I know you did too, but you had Danny and Matt … and I was worried that when Kris was in LA he was all alone, so I tried to be there for him, you know? But that doesn't mean that I don't love you too, or that I'm not worried about you as well. I just wanted you to know that.”
Adam smiled widely. Allison had always been this little constant in his life. Even if they didn't speak for a few weeks it never bothered him because he knew she'd call him or he'd call her and it would always be the same, always a comfortable and happy friendship.
“I know. You're a good friend, and Kris needs you, honey.”
“But if you need someone to talk to as well...”
“I know.”
Allison hit him hard and threw all her weight at him and they stumbled backwards to the ground with her half on top of him, their giggles echoing through the room. Adam pushed her up and realised that all eyes were on the two of them, even Katy watching the exchange of friendship.
“Ahh crap. Look at my nails!” Adam laughed as Allison looked across her nails, all of them smudged.
“Well maybe if you hadn't thrown yourself at me.”
“Whatever Lambert, this isn't over. I'm taking this crap off and then we’re starting again.”
Her fierce face was in full effect, a look that said she meant business and Adam laughed as she strutted out of the room. He looked down at his own bare nails and pulled out the darkest blue he could find in amongst all their collections. He tried not to notice the eyes watching him from across the room. He tried to ignore the feeling that maybe he should have gone with the men rather than staying here.
He briefly glanced in Megan and Ryder's direction, the two of them calmer now, curled up on the sofa, talking quietly. He had been waiting all afternoon for Ryder to have some kind of energy burst and run around the house causing mass destruction, but it hadn't happened yet. It would figure that Megan's child could be calm and happy enough to just sit with his Mom.
“He’s adorable, isn't he?”
He half expected it to be Lil talking to him, but it was Katy's voice and she was looking at him with careful cautious eyes. “Yeah.”
He was fairly sure that was all it would be, just Katy making conversation as Lil excused herself, but then she stood up and crossed the room to sit next to him. “That colour suits you.”
He looked down at his half painted nails and smiled slightly, his way of saying thank you. He wasn't sure what was coming next. He anticipated it and felt like they were sitting in silence for a long time before she spoke again.
“Me and Kris talked about having a baby.”
It was at that exact moment that he knew he should not have stayed there. He didn't like the love he heard in Katy's voice -- how happy she was to say the words, because they didn't sound right. They weren't right and he couldn't say anything because it was none of his business.
“Katy...”
“I expect you don't want to hear that.”
“It's none of my business.”
“True.” He glanced over at Katy and she was nodding softly. “Have you spoken to Kris much since you've been here? I know you have but...”
“There were some things that needed to be said, but that's between me and Kris.”
“I am his wife.”
“And I'm...”
Her eyes met his, not unkindly, but curious. “You're what?”
Adam didn't have an answer. He shouldn't have been anything to Kris, not anymore, and that was exactly the point she was trying to make. He didn't remember this version of Katy. He remembered someone sweet and happy and the person sitting in front of him seemed bitter and lonely and completely unaware of it.
“I'm going to ask you something, Adam, and I'd appreciate it if you could do this for me, seeing as you almost destroyed my marriage once already.”
The words to retaliate were on Adam's lips, but they faded away after a few seconds. It would be futile to respond. Katy was lost somewhere in her own denial and it certainly wouldn't be Adam who could pull her out of it.
“Leave Kris alone. We’re only here for a few more days and after that he is coming back to Arkansas to help me with the house. Hopefully he’ll get some more songs written for the next album and then I think we can start to plan a family. He doesn't need you...”
“… Need me what?”
“Distracting him from what is the right thing. The past few years have been really hard for me and for his family but we've managed to get through it and I'd appreciate it if you didn't try and ruin that.”
Adam couldn't help his bitter laugh. “Katy, I'm sorry if its been hard for you and I'm sorry that you got hurt with what happened between me and Kris. But I won't apologise for how I felt about him and I won't ignore him like he’s not even here. What happened between me and him is our business and not yours.”
“I always knew you were selfish,” she said spitefully, years of anger in her voice and on her face. Their eyes met again. “Kris always said what an amazing person you were, what a great friend you were to him. But all you did was take. You took advantage of him when he was missing his family. You saw what you wanted and took it, screw the consequences.”
“You don't know anything about it at all, do you? Did you even let Kris explain? Of course you didn't. Because you never once believed it could be possible that Kris wanted me as much as I wanted him. You just saw the gay guy taking advantage and that's what you've believed all this time. You say its been hard for you -- what about Kris? Do you even know what its been like for him?”
“Of course I do. Don't you dare tell me I don't know my own husband.”
“I don't think that you do.”
“Do you love him? I mean I'm assuming that's what you told him. You must have been convincing. So do you? Do you love him?”
Adam stood up. He had already said too much that he shouldn't have. He wasn't helping and anything he said she would only find a way to twist around. He was tired of seeing people suffering. He had enough of his own to shoulder. He didn't want hers as well.
He left the room quickly, looking for some kind of escape, but he could feel Katy following closely behind her. “I want you to promise me, Adam. Promise me you'll leave him alone.”
“I won't make you any promises.”
He made it to the kitchen but she was still there, invading his space as he pulled a glass from the cupboard, her body close to his, radiating obvious desperation.
“Katy... you do realise you're talking to the wrong person? This is my life, not yours. What I do is my decision. You should be talking to Kris. What happened was three years ago and if you haven't gotten over it that's not my problem, that's yours. So keep me out of it, don't talk to me, don't ask anything of me because I won't do it. Do you understand?”
Adam was staring her down and his words must not have been what she’d expected or wanted. The tears forming in her eyes almost made him want to take his harsh words back. He didn't want to be the reason this woman was broken even further.
“I understand.”
Katy quickly regained her composure, as if suddenly realising she had let her guard down. But even as she moved away she still seemed reluctant to let the situation go. He wondered when the last time was that someone had listened to her, been attentive with her.
“I know what you must think of me.” The harshness was gone from her voice now. “You must pity me for being so pathetic for holding onto him. But I love him. He’s been my whole life since I was sixteen years old. I don't know who I am without him. Is it really so bad to want to keep that?”
Her blue eyes were wide and questioning, like she honestly wanted him to say the words that she wanted to hear. To give her some kind of confirmation that it was okay to be holding on to something that was already gone.
“Okay, Lambert! We are on!” Allison came bounding into the room, oblivious and waving the pot of nail polish in her hand. The tension in the room still remained and she picked up on it quickly, glancing back and forth between Katy and Adam. Allison's mouth hung open, Adam could literally see her mind working overtime trying to think of something to say, but then Katy was gone and out of the kitchen.
Allison fussed, asking him if he was okay, wanting answers but he brushed them off, telling her it was nothing, nothing that he wanted to talk about at least, and his tone ended the conversation. She still looked concerned as he painted her nails at the kitchen table. He could feel her eyes on him as he polished each nail with even more care than before.
Soon, the back door into the kitchen flew open and Anoop and half his family entered, bringing food and noise into the room and Allison was scooped up and dragged away by his Mom to help make dinner. Allison waved her wet nails frantically but that didn't seem to deter her, if anything only making her more persistent. Danny, Matt and Scott followed closely behind, Matt spotting Adam first sitting amongst the madness and he sat down across the table and threw his hands out in front of Adam.
“Mine next!”
Danny and Matt really thought they were so fucking hilarious, looking at each other and laughing, Adam pinned one of Matt's hands and quickly painted each nail before closing the polish and standing up.
“What the hell, Adam?”
Adam shrugged his shoulders with a little smirk before exiting the room. He could hear the laughter from Danny as he made his way up the stairs to his bedroom … well, now his and Danny’s and Matt's bedroom. The thought depressed him, because he knew when he got up there all their shit would be everywhere. He had to get stuck with two of the messiest people and they only played it up knowing how much Adam hated it.
Part Two: HERE
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