You Found Me, Part 2/13: GRAND OLE OPRY WEEK
Chapter Title: Ring of Fire
Rating: R? There's a lot of language and some sex references.
Word Count: This is one long-ass fic, let's put it that way.
Pairing: Kradam, Giralbert/Kradamegan friendship, Meganoop, later Simon/Paula and Archuheta
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I firmly believe it happened along these lines, but still, I own nothing and no one.
Summary: A week-by-week account of what really happened in the Idol Mansion, and why Kradam chose the songs they did.
Author's Note: Second chapterrrr YAY! Hope people like this. I'm sure having fun with it. :D Thanks for the nice comments on the first one! If you haven't read it, it's here: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/609709.html#cutid1 . This chapter is from Kris's POV. Title's from Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash (and Adam Lambert ;]). Series title's from that Fray song. :) (Still waiting on that author tag :] But no rush.)
It's next week, and I haven't lost my mind yet. Except at night. In bed. With Adam. On all his candy. But never mind about that.
Country is what I grew up around, but it's not really my style. I finally find a suitable song--'To Make You Feel My Love.' It's not country, but Garth Brooks did a cover of it, so it counts. Sort of. Plus, I'm singing about love, and I'm in love and he's coming up to me right now, wrapping his arms around me...
"Hey, stud. What song are you doing this week?" he says, leaning his head on my shoulder.
"It's a surprise, baby." I try and fail to sound intriguing.
"Oh, well in that case, so is mine! And it's totally sexy, so that just sucks for you." he teases.
"Of course you could make a country song sexy. You ooze sex."
"And you know that firsthand. Okay, I love you, baby. I gotta go practice. Bye!" He turns me around and kisses me on the mouth, and is gone in a flash.
Gradually, I learn what almost everyone else is singing. Allie decides to tackle 'Blame It On Your Heart,' Matt chooses 'So Small,' Anoop is singing 'Always On My Mind', Danny's chosen 'Jesus, Take The Wheel,' 'Jolene' is Alexis' choice, Megan is singing 'Walking After Midnight', Lil's singing 'Independence Day', Scott will be performing 'Wild Angels', and Michael is doing 'Ain't Goin Down (Til The Sun Comes Up)'. Adam still hasn't told me, and when I ask anyone else they say "You'll just have to wait and see." Damn.
The show rolls around, and I'm excited/nervous to see what Adam's singing. Right after I go on, I take my seat and find out.
"Singing 'Ring of Fire' by Johnny Cash, heeere's Adam Lambert!"
The lights go up and let me just say, my boyfriend looks incredibly hot. Then he opens his mouth.
"Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring. Bound by a wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire..."
Ho. Ly. Shit. Now I know why he waited to surprise me. This is...wow. He's unabashedly eyefucking me, stroking the micstand like it's my cock, lifting up his shirt corner, and I'm thisclose to coming in my pants.
"Whoooaaa...ring of fiiire..." He throws his head back to indicate the end of the song.
After the show, I run over to him and throw my arms around him.
"That was so fucking hot."
"Didn't I tell you? Now you know why I kept it a secret. I'll risk getting accused of indulgent rubbish." He giggles.. "And yours was so sweet. I'm definitely feeling your love right now, honey."
"Good, that's what I was going for. Cause I do love you. More than Simon loves gray shirts."
"I love you more than Danny loves glasses."
"Touché. But I still love you more."
"Not possible."
"It so is."
We get back to the mansion and decide to crash and listen to music in the living room. Adam leans his head on my shoulder and I put my arm around him. We all look like zombies, and pretty soon we're all asleep.
+•+•+
The next morning, we wake up with cricks in our necks and, in the cases of Anoop and Allie, bumps on their heads from sleeping on either side of Megan and crashing into each other. Danny gets an elbow in the neck from Matt, and, well, Adam and I are snuggled up together comfortably.
"Ow! My head hurts." Allie complains.
"Mine does too." Anoop says contemplatively.
"That's because you were both sleeping on me!" Megan says, frustrated.
"Matt, get your arm outta my face!"
"Haha, oh, sorry, Danny."
"Where's Alexis?"
"I don't know...she was here last night."
"Found her! How did she get behind the TV?"
"Hmmph...hi guys. Where am I?"
"Mars."
"Shut up, Adam."
"Fine! Krissy, Alexis is being mean, come make out with me!"
"ANYBODY WANT BREAKFAST?"
We trudge over to the kitchen, where the cook is cooking something gross and healthy. He sniffs around. "Why does it smell
like...frosting?" he says in a scandalized tone.
None of us think of anything to say until Scott saves us: "I don't smell any frosting, and I can smell pretty much anything."
Adam turns to me and grins, whispering "I can still taste it."
"You naughty boy." I say back.
"Got that right."
"Why are you all still in your clothes from last night?" says the cook.
"We fell asleep in the living room." Michael explains.
"I see... Well, get a plate and get some eggs."
+•+•+
Results night again. I've learned to hate Wednesdays, because a friend will always go home. We're all pretty agitated, but not at
each other; at America.
"Man, this is just going to get harder and harder to deal with." Matt says thoughtfully.
"You said it. It's one of the only bad things about being on this show." Lil concurs.
When we get on the sofas, the tension in the massive room could be cut with a knife.
Adam and I are both safe, thank God. I don't know what I'd do without him. Gradually, everyone is safe except for Alexis and
Michael. It can't be Alexis, she's way more talented than most of us.
"After the nationwide vote, Michael Sarver...You are safe, which means that unless she is saved, Alexis Grace leaves us
tonight."
WHAT?! How could that happen?
As it turns out, the rest of the sofa dwellers are as shocked as I am.
*Please save her... Please save her...*
+•+•+
They didn't save her. None of us can believe it, including Michael, who almost went home. None of us are very energetic on
Wednesday nights, plus we're sad about Alexis' very premature departure, so we just head to bed. When Adam and I get to our
room, we get ready and get in my bed together.
"She was not supposed to leave. She did way better than they gave her credit for." I say after we've gotten settled in a cuddly position. Neither of us are in the mood for sex tonight.
"I know, baby. She was amazingly talented. But do any of us really deserve to go home?"
"You're right. We're all here to become the next American Idol, but it's so hard to see our friends get kicked off every week."
"Yeah, and Matt was totally right when he said it'll just get harder as the weeks go by. If I go soon I don't know what I'll do
without you."
"You won't be going home anytime soon, baby. You're honestly the most talented guy I've ever seen. It's more likely to be me than you."
"I'll never agree with you there. Let's just hope we both stick around a while." Adam says, grinning.
"Yeah. What do you think the theme is next week?"
"I heard someone say something about Motown, but I'm not sure. I'm so tired. Talk to you tomorrow, darling."
He gives me a goodnight kiss and falls asleep on my shoulder.
Motown. Hmm. I have an idea.
Rating: R? There's a lot of language and some sex references.
Word Count: This is one long-ass fic, let's put it that way.
Pairing: Kradam, Giralbert/Kradamegan friendship, Meganoop, later Simon/Paula and Archuheta
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I firmly believe it happened along these lines, but still, I own nothing and no one.
Summary: A week-by-week account of what really happened in the Idol Mansion, and why Kradam chose the songs they did.
Author's Note: Second chapterrrr YAY! Hope people like this. I'm sure having fun with it. :D Thanks for the nice comments on the first one! If you haven't read it, it's here: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/609709.html#cutid1 . This chapter is from Kris's POV. Title's from Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash (and Adam Lambert ;]). Series title's from that Fray song. :) (Still waiting on that author tag :] But no rush.)
It's next week, and I haven't lost my mind yet. Except at night. In bed. With Adam. On all his candy. But never mind about that.
Country is what I grew up around, but it's not really my style. I finally find a suitable song--'To Make You Feel My Love.' It's not country, but Garth Brooks did a cover of it, so it counts. Sort of. Plus, I'm singing about love, and I'm in love and he's coming up to me right now, wrapping his arms around me...
"Hey, stud. What song are you doing this week?" he says, leaning his head on my shoulder.
"It's a surprise, baby." I try and fail to sound intriguing.
"Oh, well in that case, so is mine! And it's totally sexy, so that just sucks for you." he teases.
"Of course you could make a country song sexy. You ooze sex."
"And you know that firsthand. Okay, I love you, baby. I gotta go practice. Bye!" He turns me around and kisses me on the mouth, and is gone in a flash.
Gradually, I learn what almost everyone else is singing. Allie decides to tackle 'Blame It On Your Heart,' Matt chooses 'So Small,' Anoop is singing 'Always On My Mind', Danny's chosen 'Jesus, Take The Wheel,' 'Jolene' is Alexis' choice, Megan is singing 'Walking After Midnight', Lil's singing 'Independence Day', Scott will be performing 'Wild Angels', and Michael is doing 'Ain't Goin Down (Til The Sun Comes Up)'. Adam still hasn't told me, and when I ask anyone else they say "You'll just have to wait and see." Damn.
The show rolls around, and I'm excited/nervous to see what Adam's singing. Right after I go on, I take my seat and find out.
"Singing 'Ring of Fire' by Johnny Cash, heeere's Adam Lambert!"
The lights go up and let me just say, my boyfriend looks incredibly hot. Then he opens his mouth.
"Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring. Bound by a wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire..."
Ho. Ly. Shit. Now I know why he waited to surprise me. This is...wow. He's unabashedly eyefucking me, stroking the micstand like it's my cock, lifting up his shirt corner, and I'm thisclose to coming in my pants.
"Whoooaaa...ring of fiiire..." He throws his head back to indicate the end of the song.
After the show, I run over to him and throw my arms around him.
"That was so fucking hot."
"Didn't I tell you? Now you know why I kept it a secret. I'll risk getting accused of indulgent rubbish." He giggles.. "And yours was so sweet. I'm definitely feeling your love right now, honey."
"Good, that's what I was going for. Cause I do love you. More than Simon loves gray shirts."
"I love you more than Danny loves glasses."
"Touché. But I still love you more."
"Not possible."
"It so is."
We get back to the mansion and decide to crash and listen to music in the living room. Adam leans his head on my shoulder and I put my arm around him. We all look like zombies, and pretty soon we're all asleep.
+•+•+
The next morning, we wake up with cricks in our necks and, in the cases of Anoop and Allie, bumps on their heads from sleeping on either side of Megan and crashing into each other. Danny gets an elbow in the neck from Matt, and, well, Adam and I are snuggled up together comfortably.
"Ow! My head hurts." Allie complains.
"Mine does too." Anoop says contemplatively.
"That's because you were both sleeping on me!" Megan says, frustrated.
"Matt, get your arm outta my face!"
"Haha, oh, sorry, Danny."
"Where's Alexis?"
"I don't know...she was here last night."
"Found her! How did she get behind the TV?"
"Hmmph...hi guys. Where am I?"
"Mars."
"Shut up, Adam."
"Fine! Krissy, Alexis is being mean, come make out with me!"
"ANYBODY WANT BREAKFAST?"
We trudge over to the kitchen, where the cook is cooking something gross and healthy. He sniffs around. "Why does it smell
like...frosting?" he says in a scandalized tone.
None of us think of anything to say until Scott saves us: "I don't smell any frosting, and I can smell pretty much anything."
Adam turns to me and grins, whispering "I can still taste it."
"You naughty boy." I say back.
"Got that right."
"Why are you all still in your clothes from last night?" says the cook.
"We fell asleep in the living room." Michael explains.
"I see... Well, get a plate and get some eggs."
+•+•+
Results night again. I've learned to hate Wednesdays, because a friend will always go home. We're all pretty agitated, but not at
each other; at America.
"Man, this is just going to get harder and harder to deal with." Matt says thoughtfully.
"You said it. It's one of the only bad things about being on this show." Lil concurs.
When we get on the sofas, the tension in the massive room could be cut with a knife.
Adam and I are both safe, thank God. I don't know what I'd do without him. Gradually, everyone is safe except for Alexis and
Michael. It can't be Alexis, she's way more talented than most of us.
"After the nationwide vote, Michael Sarver...You are safe, which means that unless she is saved, Alexis Grace leaves us
tonight."
WHAT?! How could that happen?
As it turns out, the rest of the sofa dwellers are as shocked as I am.
*Please save her... Please save her...*
+•+•+
They didn't save her. None of us can believe it, including Michael, who almost went home. None of us are very energetic on
Wednesday nights, plus we're sad about Alexis' very premature departure, so we just head to bed. When Adam and I get to our
room, we get ready and get in my bed together.
"She was not supposed to leave. She did way better than they gave her credit for." I say after we've gotten settled in a cuddly position. Neither of us are in the mood for sex tonight.
"I know, baby. She was amazingly talented. But do any of us really deserve to go home?"
"You're right. We're all here to become the next American Idol, but it's so hard to see our friends get kicked off every week."
"Yeah, and Matt was totally right when he said it'll just get harder as the weeks go by. If I go soon I don't know what I'll do
without you."
"You won't be going home anytime soon, baby. You're honestly the most talented guy I've ever seen. It's more likely to be me than you."
"I'll never agree with you there. Let's just hope we both stick around a while." Adam says, grinning.
"Yeah. What do you think the theme is next week?"
"I heard someone say something about Motown, but I'm not sure. I'm so tired. Talk to you tomorrow, darling."
He gives me a goodnight kiss and falls asleep on my shoulder.
Motown. Hmm. I have an idea.