Muscially Engaged. (Tommy Joe Ratliff FanFic)

Chapter 16| Dreams.

—2 months later—

It's been 2 months since the crash. I'm feeling better, but Tommy was right. I have a hell of a scar to show him. I haven't seen him since that morning when I left.

I've been texting him but that's it.

That girl at the mall was right. I was not getting away from any paparazzi. I finally got my own place, I was paying bills and then they found it and bombarded me with questions that were really none of their business. I couldn't even walk out my door without someone taking my picture.

But, Today, I'd had enough. I stepped outside with a coffee mug in my hand. My pajama's were just yoga pants and baggy shirt that Tommy let me have.

"Charley! Charley! Over here Charley! Tell us what it's like to meet Adam Lambert!" They yell. I looked at them and say, "Adam's band are full of some of the most amazing and wonderful people I've ever met in life. They are amazing. And I honestly wish that I would have stayed, but I didn't. I came back home to get away from the paparazzi but all they know how to do is follow like some lost puppies. You do exactly what you're told, like you have no say in your own job. You want something to write on the cover of a magazine, how about this. Get your lame ass off my property before I have the police come and move you themselves." I saw them hustle away while I walked back inside.

I grabbed my phone and texted Tommy.

C: So sick of the paparazzi, they suck.

T: Sorry princess. I really want to see you.

C: Me too Tommy, It sucks without you here.

T: I know, hopefully soon I will see you.

C: I hope so. Miss you bunches. <3

I plopped down onto the couch and turned on Netflix. I turned on an episode of Lost and started watching it. I snuggled up with Tommy's shirt. It still smelled of him. I loved his smell.

I wrapped myself in a blanket and continue watching the episode. I gently fall asleep.

"Tommy! No Tommy!" I yelled, watching him jump off the bridge into the streets. He hits face first, obviously killing him.

Tears seep down my eyes. I scream out his name and then I heard gunshots. Bullets entering my head and soul. I cry out, before leaping off the edge myself.

I wake up fast and scream, there was a banging on the door. I stood up and walked over to it, still stunned from my dream. I opened the door. Tommy stood directly in front of me.

I jumped onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me and hugged my tightly. I cried into his shoulder.

"Oh my god Tommy, you're okay." I said, gripping the short hair at the back of his neck between my fingers.

"What do you mean 'you're okay' of course I'm okay,"'

"Nevermind, why are you here?" I asked. The rest of the band followed behind him. Adam and the rest gave me hugs and told me they loved me. I shut the door behind them.

"Its' really good to see you all." I said, taking a seat next to Tommy on the couch. My house was really cute and simple, a 2 bedroom place with a bathroom, full open concept kitchen, back yard, porch. It's really nice.

"You have such a cute home," Tommy said, looking around making me want to just walk over and just strip him. Oh my. Did I just think that?

"It's good enough for right now." I said, looking around the room. It was filled with artwork and writings that I'd wrote. Tommy smiled.

"You're very talented. I had no clue." He said, I nodded and smiled at him. He winked at me, causing my face to redden.

I turned the light out and we all snuggled close to each other to watch a scary movie. I once again kept hiding in Tommy's arms when something jumped out. I decided to just lean my head against his chest and listen to the soft drum of his heart.

He smiled before whispering,

"Good night my princess,