The Music Brings Us Together (3/?)
Title: The Music Brings Us Together
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: R (For later chapters)
Summary: The behind-the-scenes story that we never saw, as I imagine it, anyways.
Disclamer: Unfortunately, I do not own Kris, Adam, or anyone else in this story. Nor do I own any of the songs, or anything recognizable from American Idol or Ford. I barely own the plotline, as its based on the show. Adam and Kris belong completely to themselves, and each other.
The next morning started relatively the same. Kris woke up first, and Adam opened his eyes when he heard a distinct clicking sound. Kris was leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom, texting someone, and was once again, devoid of a shirt. Adam was still deciding if he loved or hated that, when Kris snapped the phone shut and glanced over at him, “Morning,” he greeted him with a smile.
“Morning,” Adam responded with a yawn as he sat up. He glanced sideways at the clock. Eight o’clock again. Another half-full glass of water sat on the table and Adam smiled a bit, “I escaped another morning without your version of a wake-up call,” he stated brightly.
Kris laughed, “Don’t worry, you’ll get that wake-up call sometime,” he promised, walking over and sitting on the edge of Adam’s bed. He looked away, in thought, for a moment, “I should probably do it sometime soon. Probably won’t make it past the top thirty-six.”
Adam rolled his eyes, “You’ll definitely make it past the top 36,” he stated firmly, “You’re great. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“Oh, so we’re making short jokes now?” Kris asked, acting offended.
Adam laughed and hit him playfully on the arm, “Nice try, but stop changing the subject,” he said, grinning, “I’m not that easily distracted, you know.” If only Kris knew the actual reason for my distraction. Adam brushed the thought away. No. He was not allowed to get distracted by his straight, married roommate. Never. No questions. No exceptions. End of story. Adam only wished it would be so simple.
Kris shrugged and stood up, “I guess you’re right.” He walked over to the closet, where they had finally managed to hang up most of their clothes, and started flicking through a few shirts he’d brought. He stopped suddenly and looked back at Adam, “Oh, I almost forgot. Ryan came by a little while ago. He said we have to go down to the studio this afternoon to try on some kind of glittery costumes for the group number.”
“Really?” Adam perked up immediately, “What color?” When Kris only smiled triumphantly, Adam glared and threw a pillow at him, “Asshole,” he muttered, then laughed, ducking as Kris threw the pillow back at him. It took several minutes before their laughter died down, mostly because Kris kept imitating Adam’s excited face when he mentioned the costumes.
“I knew you were easily distracted,” Kris said as the last of the laughter died away, though he was still grinning, “Just need the right distraction.”
Adam rolled his eyes and laughed, “Now seriously, you’re going to make it to the top 12, got it?”
“Yes, Adam, I will make it to the top 12,” Kris said, obviously only humoring Adam. He muttered in an undertone, “In the wildcard round.”
“Kris!” Adam scolded, rolling his eyes again.
“What?” Kris asked, holding his hands up innocently, “I’m being serious. America has seen me on tv for what? Five whole seconds? If I get to the top 12, it’ll be through the wildcard round.”
“You’re impossible,” Adam sighed, stealing a glance at Kris’s chest as he pulled a dark blue t-shirt over his head. He stretched his arms over his head after a moment, then stood up, “I’m gonna take a shower,” e said simply.
“Alright,” Kris’s reply came, “We should start looking at songs for next week when you’re done.”
“Sure,“ Adam said before the bathroom door snapped shut behind him. The next hour was peaceful enough; Adam guessed it would be the most peaceful time they had, as things would pick up next week. Adam stepped out of the shower and got dressed. He dried his hair and turned the straightener on, letting it heat up as he reached under the counter for the eyeliner he’d put under there. He paused for a moment, hearing the strumming of a guitar, and opened the bathroom door. Kris was sitting against his headboard, playing a song unfamiliar to Adam, but he smiled nonetheless and left the door open as he finished getting ready.
The rest of the day was spent pouring over lists and lists of songs, and occasionally looking up the songs on Kris’s laptop when they couldn’t quite remember all the lyrics. Then they joined Alison and Jasmine for dinner at a café across the street, before crashing into bed.