Cuckoo {Adam Lambert} ✔️

Chapter 44

{This is a pretty long chapter btw. Also I would like to mention that the first chapter of this book has 666 reads...}

I wake up to a ringing sound next to my ear which makes my head pound. I wonder if I should even bother answering it or not. I eventually make a decision and answer my phone without even looking at it.

"So how was your party with Adam Lambert?" A familiar voice says.

"Ripley... Can you repeat that?"

"I said how was your party with Adam Lambert?" She says in a slow voice.

That's when I realize that I'm not in my bed. I sit straight up immediately and look around the room. Where the hell am I??

"Uhh how do you know about the party?" I worry.

"Dude it's all over the news! How did you even get to party with him?!"

"It's a um... A very long story. Look I gotta go. I'll call you later," and I hung up.

I jumped out if the unfamiliar bed and it felt like someone hit my head with a hammer. Damn this headache!

I started to observe where I was, glancing around the room and staring at pictures. I looked down and noticed that I was wearing a totally different outfit than last night.
"What the fuck..?" I question as I examine the tank top that was mine. I had it on under the shirt I was wearing last night. But... Where did these pajama pants come from?!

That's when I heard a groan coming from the bed. My heart stopped and my brain began going through the possibilities of what happened. My head started to hurt even more than before. Did I have... Oh no.

I walked over to the bed and saw a man laying on his stomach next to where I was sleeping. His hair was a black mess and his back was covered in freckles.

Oh thank the glam gods it's Adam. If I did what I think I did then at least it was with someone I know well. That was a little weight lifted off of my shoulders.

Adam rolled over and opened his eyes. "I see your awake."

"Yeah and I have an awful headache. Plus I'm in some random clothes and you're in nothing by the looks of it. Adam... Did we..?"

"No we didn't. Someone spiked your drink and it did some pretty bad damage to you. You threw up on your clothes so I put your shirt off and I found some of Tommy's PJs."

"Whoa wait... You changed my clothes?!"

"Yes I changed your clothes. I wasn't going to let you sleep in puke covered clothing. I didn't take advantage of you, that's just wrong." He says while sitting up.

"Oh well thanks... I guess." I give him a smile but sharp pain goes through my head. I grit my teeth and hold my head.

"Hangovers suck don't they?" He says with a chuckle.

"Shut up dammit! It's not my fault!" I yell at him.

"Okay I'm sorry. Stay here and I'll try to find something to help your headache." He says as he leaves the room. I take a seat on the bed and start to look around the room for my phone. I find it sitting on the side table and I immediately get on to Twitter. This has to be how Ripley knows about last night...

As soon as I open it up my feed is filled with pictures of Adam and I. Holy shit... We look fabulous!

I keep scrolling through the feed and I notice that they all have a hashtag. My heart skips a beat when I go to see what is trending and find out that the hashtag is trending.

#skadam

"Hey I'm back. I found some Advils and orange juice. Uh... Are you okay?" He asks once he walks into the room.