First Kradam Fic: Idol kNight #1
Hellooo. Alright, I'll get right to the point: I wrote a teeny little drabble-type fic and have decided to brave it and post it here. It's my second fic post ever (first was for Plaude), and I'm kinda nervous. Enjoy!
Title: Idol kNight #1
Rating: PG, at most
Pairing: Kradam (friendship +)
Word Count: 1,340
Disclaimer: Anyone think I own any tiny piece of these awesome, fierce creatures? No? Good for you. Yes? Ha-ha on you. And, sadly, me.
Author's Notes: A HUGE Thank You to my patient, long-suffering, wonderful beta, joannacullen !! And to Our Boys for being such fantastic people and for feeding us Kradam with a platinum spoon covered in edible sparklies.
"You totally took my bed, you know."
"What?"
"That bed. I came in, walked over to it, and you just swept in and plopped your guitar right down on my bed."
"Oh, man! I'm sorry. I didn't even realize." I pause. "Did... you want it back?"
Adam busts out laughing. Really, really just cracking up. I'm not sure what to make of any of the last few days, and my roommate is apparently having some sort of psychotic break over there. It's dark enough to be a little intimidating, not to mention I'm like a foot shorter than the man currently sitting up, still laughing, and staring at me (or in my direction, anyway) with those crazy-blue eyes and hair all spiked out in different directions. I open my mouth to say, well, anything, really, just to try and bring this new almost-friend back to this reality. Or at least keep him from suffocating me with a pillow. I don't get the chance.
"Are you even for real?"
"Uh-" Oh, yes, very profound.
.
Adam's calming down, but still chuckling, and still staring. His eyes are shiny from his laughter-tears and the window curtain is open so the moonlight is hitting at just the right angle to shine an eerie, hazy glow across Adam's face. I'm not sure if the illumination is terrifying (in a murderous roommate kind of way) or surprisingly beautiful. I mean, obviously he's an attractive guy, I've got no problem admitting that.
I have eyes, after all.
And I've always been a sucker for moonlighting. Watching Katy sip tea on our back porch, soft breeze tousling her hair, moon shining soft and pale on her face --
He's gone quiet and is just looking at me. I've missed something.
"Um, sorry, what?"
He chuckles.
"You checked out for a second, there. Go anywhere nice?"
Okay, probably won't be killed in my sleep. That's good. I smile. I wonder if he can see it.
"My wife, Katy. It's strange, sleeping without her."
He nods and smiles, not unsympathetically.
"When my brother was about four, he was scared of every little noise in his room at night. My room was right next to his, so instead of going to my parents' room, he'd jump in bed with me." Adam tells me. It's a bit of a non-sequitor, but he's already starting to build the reputation with us in the Mansion for making brilliant points in the oddest ways, so I'll just stay quiet and listen.
He continues, "This went on for a while, and I complained. A lot. I have a tendency to get a bit... dramatic, sometimes."
I hold back a smile- he may be understating things a little. Adam's kind of like an entire theater production all rolled up into one person. In a good way, but still.
He smirks. I must not be doing a very good job at hiding my grin.
"I know. Shocking, isn't it? Anyway, Neil finally grew out of that annoying phase, moving on to some new annoying phase, no doubt. I never told anybody because I felt really dumb, but every once in a while, when I'd wake up and realize he wasn't there, I'd actually kinda miss the little creep. It felt like the bed was too big or something. I would put a pillow where he usually laid, and that helped. Not that I'm comparing my dorkwad little brother to your wife, or anything. I just thought..."
Adam almost sounds hesitant. That's new.
"No, no. That's- that's actually a pretty good idea. I might see if I can get an extra pillow tomorrow and try it. Thanks."
Maybe I can bunch up these blankets here as a makeshift- OOOF!
"Ooof!"
Snickers and giggles from the other side of the room. Adam just launched a pillow at my head. He didn't miss.
"Sorry."
He doesn't sound sorry. It's hard to sound sorry when you're giggling.
"What's this?"
I think I can hear the look he's giving me. I've never known anyone to have loud expressions, especially when I can't see them.
After a pause that could honestly be called sarcastic, he answers dryly.
"It's a pillow, Allen." Then, with a bit more color to his tone, but no less seriousness, "I think maybe I should have told you a different story. Let's see- I'm sure Cassidy's done something I can relate here."
"I would throw this pillow at you, but that would kind of defeat the purpose."
"So, I'm to imagine you've hit me with a pillow? Alright."
He takes the edge of the comforter in his hands and exaggerates flopping backwards, throwing the blankets over his head. It could be the exhaustion, or that late nights always make me a little more excitable, or it could be that Adam's really just funny. Whatever the case, that scene gets me laughing. Him peeling a corner of the comforter back and peeking at me only makes it worse. The smile on his face reminds me of a coy, mischievous little boy who knows he's trying to be entertaining and is thrilled that he's succeeding. I almost expect a squeal of childish delight to ring out and have him leap from his bed to mine the way my cousin would.
Laying on his side facing in my direction, Adam snuggles the blankets down around his face, settles into his pillow, and watches me do the same. Putting that extra pillow on Katy's side of the bed does seem to do the trick, because I'm feeling a comfort and easiness that I haven't felt since Katy's plane flew back to Arkansas. With a sigh, I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. It feels good.
When my eyes finish focusing, they meet Adam's from across the room and for a split second I think I see something in them. A look of fondness, almost, and it's funny because I kind of understand where he's coming from. Since the first time we met, there's been a connection, an energy of sorts that makes me feel like I've known him for ages. I was so glad when they assigned us to be roommates. I knew that, out of everyone here, we would get along the best, the fastest.
His smile turns softer, and that look in his eyes that he shuttered away is easing itself back and melting into yet another shade of blue. I didn't know there were so many. It occurs to me when he says in the most quiet voice I've heard from him,
"Me, too."
that I must have said some of those thoughts out loud. I hope they weren't any of the embarrassing ones. I really should keep better track of my mouth and what comes out of it. Except, I can't get myself to be the slightest bit embarrassed with Adam. I think I could say pretty much anything and it wouldn't do any damage. It might even make our friendship stronger. And isn't that good, because I might be muttering some of this, and I should really put something over my mouth now and go to sleep before I start rambling off horrible poetry or something.
He laughs very gently, maybe so I don't think he's laughing at me, or maybe because he doesn't want to disturb me. Why-ever it is, it's a nice laugh. And he's a nice guy. I'm now absolutely certain he won't try to smother me in my sleep. I will ignore the snort and giggle muffled behind blankets and black nail polish. It was probably a sneeze, anyway, because I don't hear myself talking, so he couldn't be amused by anything I'm doing. Unless I'm drooling. No, no drool. Must have sneezed.
Sneezy. Hmm. There was Sneezy and Dopey, Doc, Grumpy, Sleepy, Happy and... and...
"Bashful."
Right! Bashful! Good. Wait.
"Good night, Kristopher." I hear a whisper. It reminds me of a lullaby.
"Good night, Adam. Sweet dreams."
After that, I don't remember a thing.
Hope you enjoyed it! It's a bit on the silly side, I know, but apparently my muses were feeling spunky or something. *shrug*
Thanks for reading & remember that Comments = Glitter-Covered Love! :D
OH! And, mods, I wanted to tag this, but I didn't know how. *blush*
~TR