Crybaby 3
Part 1 Part 2
Authors notes: As stated previously, I have the utmost respect for all of the idols and they are all dear to my heart. Particularily Adam and Kris. I would never intentionally cause harm to either of them. This is purely therapuetic writing for me. I own nothing. Still G rated. Im trying to segueway properly.
Kris heard the screen door to the mansion slam shut. He knew the Adam/Ali goodbye was over. He plucked absentmindedly at the strings of his guitar, bringing forth little melody and a slow rhythm that mirrored the way he felt. Stuck in quick sand, in a strange void between some weird time space continuum. He would never understand how Alison got voted off. He desperately wanted to call for a recount, but that was impossible. Shifting his guitar over the arm of the couch, he eased it into his stand in the corner. Adam appeared in the doorway.
He had never seen the normally larger than life man look so little. There was a storm in his eyes that pleaded for an answer Kris didn’t know. Adam let out a shaky sigh and walked over to the couch. Kris inched closer to edge of it, both hands gripping the wide arm. He was numb, there was nothing left now. No fun, only competition. How Kris hated competition. Lost in his own thoughts, Kris was started when he felt something creep across his lap. He looked down to find a perfectly coiffed head of blue black hair. He ran his fingers through it and soothed “shhhh”. Comfort was something he did well
Authors notes: As stated previously, I have the utmost respect for all of the idols and they are all dear to my heart. Particularily Adam and Kris. I would never intentionally cause harm to either of them. This is purely therapuetic writing for me. I own nothing. Still G rated. Im trying to segueway properly.
Kris heard the screen door to the mansion slam shut. He knew the Adam/Ali goodbye was over. He plucked absentmindedly at the strings of his guitar, bringing forth little melody and a slow rhythm that mirrored the way he felt. Stuck in quick sand, in a strange void between some weird time space continuum. He would never understand how Alison got voted off. He desperately wanted to call for a recount, but that was impossible. Shifting his guitar over the arm of the couch, he eased it into his stand in the corner. Adam appeared in the doorway.
He had never seen the normally larger than life man look so little. There was a storm in his eyes that pleaded for an answer Kris didn’t know. Adam let out a shaky sigh and walked over to the couch. Kris inched closer to edge of it, both hands gripping the wide arm. He was numb, there was nothing left now. No fun, only competition. How Kris hated competition. Lost in his own thoughts, Kris was started when he felt something creep across his lap. He looked down to find a perfectly coiffed head of blue black hair. He ran his fingers through it and soothed “shhhh”. Comfort was something he did well