“It looks even, “ Adam decides out loud, holding his hand up so the light shines off the freshly dried nail polish. “Good job, Adam.”

“Because you don’t hear that enough,” Allison teases sarcastically from behind her magazine. There’s a loving tone to the comment, and Adam smiles.

“Oh, Allison. You’re such a peach,” he teases back.

“Shh. Kris is ( Read more... )

Sniffle and stifle and shudder.

It was rather like eating ice for lunch. Once the absurdity of the comment passes, the cruelty of it sinks in. It sinks in and settles, and he tries to smile through it because he feels like he’s about to lose it on stage. He’s considering the possible irony of him falling apart after singing Come Together while he ( Read more... )

Rhythm.

He bobs his head to the beat, just like everyone else in the room. He can’t help but grin as he takes in everyone. They’re so happy. Tomorrow, it’ll start all over again, and they’ll all be worried about the next round, but for now, they are happy. He catches sight of Kris, who is pouting his lips without meaning to as he moves with the ( Read more... )

It’s almost like being punched in the gut, the sudden shock of it all. And he is shocked, more shocked than he’s been in a while. He looks at Allison, who is staring out into the crowd, looking as surprised as he feels. He takes a moment to wonder if it’s showing on his face, even though he knows that it is.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t relieved. ( Read more... )

Fic: Tragic Shape
Author: ScruffyBunny
Pairing: Kradam, a teeny bit of Krallison
Rating: PG
Summary: "Honey, don’t take this the wrong way, but when it comes to tragic shape, you could write a book." Not really a tragedy.
Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Don't own. Sad face on both counts.

Allison watches. She knows it’s a little bit creepy, but there’s no ( Read more... )