Double Vision (Adam Lambert Fanfiction) PG-13

Chapter 3

Elliot's POV

And here I thought this stuff only happened to other people. I mean, who else can say that they know a person who looked exactly like them? And in the real way not 'oh you look like Benedict Cumberbatch from Sherlock!' because of my hair color and I have the same winter coat. You'd be surprised how often I get that. But now I get to hear my rockstar doppleganger's (never thought I would say that) life.

"I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana on January 29th, 1982 with my brother, Neil, a year after. My parents are Leila and Eber Lambert who moved to San Diego, California when I was a baby. I've been a theater kid my entire life and got parts here and there in children's theater group. Graduated from Mt. Carmel High School and attended college in Orange County for not even two months. I hated having to sit down and learn from lectures, not experiences, so I dropped out, moved to LA and tried to start a Broadway career. I was in shows like Ten Commandments and Wicked but I figure out very quickly that it was too cookie cutter for my growing taste in edgier things as you can plainly see." he gestured to himself and I chuckled. He continued.

"So I went for a singing career and tried out for American Idol and made it, miraculously, coming in second place then I recorded a few albums, toured a lot, dated here and there. Uh, what else...? I'm single right now with a new album out and I'll be touring in about two weeks. I live in California by myself and I'm gay. I really hope you don't have a problem with that because I don't want another person who looks like me to have a problem with that." I snorted.

"Of course I don't. I would be single right now if I wasn't."

"Why's that?" he asked.

"My girlfriend, Chloe, supports gay rights more than I think some actual gay people." We chuckled.

"Alright, your turn." he said.

"Well, um, I guess I'll start with I was born an only child January 30th, 1982. So pretty close to yours. I grew up in Omaha, Nebraska." I saw he was about to ask something but I beat him to it.

"And before you ask, no I did not grow up on a farm. Omaha is the biggest city in the state and I grew up smack dab in the middle of the most white suburban neighborhood that Mr. Rogers would be jealous." He shut his mouth and gestured me to go on.

"I never had any siblings and grew up with a single father. My mom left when I was eight or nine."

"Sorry." was all Adam said. I smiled.

"Don't be. It was for the better. Neither of them were happy and it made me and my dad really close since it was just the two of us. Um what else, I went to Benson High School and completed four years at Suffolk University in Boston, Massachusetts majoring in art. I now work as a freelance graphic artist working on my first graphic novel. I live in Omaha, Nebraska with a gorgeous long term girlfriend and yeah, that's pretty much it."

"God, you sound so domesticated." he commented. I rolled my eyes.

"Well you're so Hollywood." I teased.

"And fucking proud of it." I laughed and we made it to my temporary house. It was one story with a slanted roof. There wasn't a lot of neighbors around us.

"You live in a crack house?" he asked.

"It's not a crack house! Jobless artists don't exactly have a lot of money. You of all people should know that." I got out my key and unlocked the door. It was pretty normal on the inside. You walk right into the living room with a small kitchen in the back, then two hallways on either side of the house for bedrooms.

"It's not much but it's what I have to call home for now." I gestured to the kitchen and we both sat down at the small table. There was a piercing silence between us. For two people who look exactly like each other we don't really have much in common or know each other. I think it also sank in finally for the both of us that, well...we share a face. That's just weird. Everyone always tells you that no one looks the same. Everyone one is different and unique is what we were told in school as some tagline for anti bullying campaign or hard fact when the genetics course came along in school. And the fact that we aren't blood related makes it even more trippy.

"Is this just sinking in now with you too or am I alone?" Adam asked, breaking the quiet. I sighed in relief.

"Good, you are too." We both chuckled.

"So why are you exactly here in LA?" he asked.

"Some project for a company. We got a free day today and my colleagues wanted to go out. I'm not that into bars or drunk people or crowded situations like that." he hummed understandingly.

"Tell me about Chloe." he said all of a sudden.

"Why?" He shrugged.

"I want to hope that my straight self would make good choices." I laughed.

"Okay. We've been dating for about four years now and we live in a house together in the most white suburban neighborhood ever. She's a writer and now just published a couple books. Have you heard of them? Horror, Dawn of the Freaks?" He all of a sudden got wide eyed.

"Wait, you're dating C.L. Casper?" I nodded, feeling a surge of proud for her. A big shot like him reads her books.

"I love Dawn of the Freaks! And my friend Tommy is gaga over Horror. Rereads it all the time over tour. He says he's in love but I might have to burst his bubble." I chuckled.

"Yeah, she's this big ball of energy. Very cheery but it's not obnoxious and is very supportive. We are both massive dorks and lived really close by growing up but never really met. Different school districts."

"Aw, that's sweet. How did you two meet?" I blushed a little. I really hate telling this story sometimes. I love it but it's so cute I get judged for it a lot.

"Well besides my love of art, I really love special effects makeup. But in high school I was a giant nerd who loved video games while mixing that with two very feminine things to ignorant people I wasn't popular. For Halloween on my senior year I saw how popular kids would show up in their costumes and everyone loved it. So, I decided to do the same thing.

"So I did Bowser. I thought he was the coolest thing in the world in gaming. I dyed my hair red, got this green shell backpack, made a jacket to match his colors. Then I got up extra early to paint my face green and yellow and even even painted big teeth over my mouth. I show up, didn't realize that everybody loving it was only meant for popular kids and pretty much everyone made fun of me.

"A lot of years later some old high school friends invited me to go have drink with them and some other kids from a different school. I went and we somehow got on the topic of everyone sharing their most embarrassing high school moments. I share that one and everyone gave me the same 'oh how embarrassing, you poor thing'." I smiled a little to myself.

"Everyone but Chloe. She was one of the kids who went to a different school, West Central High, and she just sort of stared at me and said 'We should have gone to the same school. We could have planned this and I show up as Peach with a pink dress and a crown and we could've fucking owned the look. To be honest I think Peach wanted to be with Bowser anyway.' And that was the coolest thing I've ever heard and the rest is history." I noticed Adam smiling affectionately at me.

"That's really cute. I met all my exes at a bar as a one night stand. I can't have something that cute." We both laughed.

"I can imagine having a lot. You're a rockstar. Fans must be throwing themselves at you." I sighed.

"I wonder what that's like." I said, off handed, and then chuckled. That's ridiculous. I love my life and I love Chloe, I would never throw that away. I looked back over at Adam. It seemed like a light bulb went off in his head.

"What if you could find out?" he asked. I shot him a confused look. He took my glasses and put them on. I figured out what he wanted to do. Oh my God...