Would You Be Mine? ~Adam Lambert~

6

It was warm when I woke up. I toss the covers off of me alarmed, quickly standing I took in the sight of the room. The walls were white matching the white bedspread, two big windows, and a big balcony.

I shook my head.

This must be a crazy dream. I looked down at my clothes noticing they were changed into a black tank top and blue white stripped PJ bottoms they both fit me well.

"Where am I?" I mumbled rubbing my head. 

I felt behind my knee cap where I got stabbed. It was bandage up and my hand had a different bandage.

I limp out of the bedroom walking down a huge stair case.

I walked into the kitchen. Adam was at the stove cooking.

"Good morning! How'd you sleep?"

I rubbed my head, "Good but where am I?"

"You're in my home."

I blinked a few times remembering what I said to him last night. How could he be so nice to me? He hardly knew me!

"You hungry?"

I nodded.

"Have a seat."

I sat down at the table and he put the plate of eggs, toast, and sausage in front of me. I started eating fast; it's been a week since I ate.

"Whoa there slow down." He chuckled giving me a glass of orange juice.

I took his advice, I started eating slower.

"Adam"

"Hmm?"

He looked at me and I brought my eyes down staring at the plate. I started playing with the eggs using my fork.

"I'm sorry about what I said to you. I was mad. I didn't mean  it."

"Can I ask you something?" He asked dismissing my apology.

I nodded, "Sure." I already had a feeling what his question was.

He stepped closer to me and got down on one knee. I looked at him, his beautiful blue eyes piercing through mine.

"Who hurt you?"

I felt tears in my eyes; one must have slipped cause he wiped it away with his finger.

I looked away my lip quivered I don't want to tell him. He's a stranger I hardly know him! I took steady breaths to keep from crying.

I felt him place a hand on my leg, "Rose you can tell me. Please talk to me." He quietly begged.

"I can't Adam. I just can't." I bit my lip to keep it in.

"Well, how about an easier question hm?"

I nodded.

"How old are you?"

"17."

"I thought you were older since you have a full-time job, aren't you going to school?"

I shook my head, "My father made me drop out."

He stood to give me his hand I stare at it.

"Its okay Rose I would never hurt you." He promises.

I hesitantly take it he pulled me up as I quickly snatch my last piece of toast he led me into the living room he has a huge flat screen tv and a big couch.

We sat on the couch and I started eating my toast, "Thanks for breakfast." I spoke in between bites of toast.

He chuckled, "You're welcome."

"Who changed me?" I quickly asked looking at the black carpet.

He coughs awkwardly, "Um I did, you would have gotten sick if I didn't."

Great only known him for two days and he's already seen me naked, I thought.

I shrugged, "Thanks, I guess."

"You know you can tell me anything, I want to help."

I rolled my eyes, he can't just drop it, I thought as I finished my toast, "I don't need your help, Mr. Lambert. I can handle things on my own." I stated.

He gently grabbed the sides of my face making me look at me, "You are 17 years old and I can tell it's been weeks since you ate, you can't do everything yourself Rosalie its okay to talk to someone and let them help you now quit being stubborn!"

I slapped his hands away and stood glaring at him, "Where the hell do you get off coming into my life wanting to know every nook and cranny, well,  listen here pop star not everyone can have the famous life getting life changing opportunities! So take your popstar life and shove it up your ass!" I yelled at him running back upstairs into the room I woke up in I slammed the door behind me tossing myself onto the bed sobbing.