Tommy's POV
I woke up to my phone buzzing next to me. I grabbed it, pulling it off the charger and looked at the caller ID. Adam? What did Adam want this early in the morning? I pushed answer and groggily said “…hello?”
“Tommy? Where are you?”
“I’m in bed where the fuck do you think I am at this time in the morning?”
“Tommy… its 4… pm”
“Wha?” I checked the time, thinking he was joking. “Oh shit Adam, sorry, we have rehearsal today don’t we?”
“Yeah, but, do you feel okay? You sound kinda weird… not just sleepy either”
“Yeah I’m fine” I said quickly. “I’ll be there soon” I ended the call and got out of bed. Oh, fuck, my head hurts like a bitch. That’s when I remembered, I got totally wasted last night and crashed as soon as my friend Garrett gave me a ride home and helped me inside. “Better thank him for that one…” I said to no one in particular. I walked over to the mirror and was disgusted with what I saw. My hair was messy and pointing in all directions and my eyeliner was streaked all over my face. I looked like shit. I didn’t have time to shower so I just brushed my hair, wiped off my eyeliner, changed into some black skinny jeans, and slipped a hoodie over my black wife beater. I grabbed my keys, slipped on my signature creepers and ran out the door. I had a really nice silver Camaro that took me FOREVER to save up for. I jumped in the driver’s side and shoved the key in the ignition. “Fuck, I’m so late” I thought to myself, rehearsal started at 3. I’m just glad Adam’s house was where we were practicing today, since it’s only about 10 minutes away.
I pulled the keys from the ignition and shoved them in my back pocket. Shit. Did I bring my bass? I popped the trunk and surprisingly it was in there, must have forgotten to take it out after practice yesterday. I grabbed it quickly and shut the trunk. I walked up to the door, knocked, and decided to just go in.
“Hey Tommy, ready to practice?” Adam said excitedly. I wonder why he’s so chipper today.
“Yeah…” I mumbled under my breath, I wasn’t really angry at him, just angry with the way things were going.
“Is something wrong glitterbaby?” I guess Adam could sense I was a little off.
“No” I said quickly. I honestly just wanted this day to be over so I could go home and cry into a pillow.
“Are you sure? Because you don’t seem-” I cut him off
“I’m FINE Adam, GOD let’s just practice!” I snapped, and immediately felt bad for being so pissy. It wasn’t his fault. None of it was really.
Adam just gave me a hurt look and we walked downstairs where we’d be rehearsing. I scanned the room; I saw Monte, Isaac, Cam and… Fuck, Really? Why the hell was Sauli here? It’s not like he needed to practice anything besides looking hot. I hated him. I hated him for dating MY Adam. Wait, what the hell are you saying Tommy? You know you’re straight, you like girls. You like girls. You like girls… I just kept repeating it over and over in my head.
“Hello? Earth to Tommy?” Monte said in a kind of annoyed way
“Huh? Yeah, uh, what?” I said, not knowing a word he said.
“We’re gonna start with Strut… are you ready?”
“Yeah, ready.” I said picking up my bass and putting the strap over my shoulder.
We went through the list we’d be playing on the Glam Nation tour. I didn’t pay much attention to the notes, my fingers just mindlessly strummed as I watched Adam sing and do his thing. Ever since he kissed me at the AMAs I kind of felt a spark between us. I brushed it off at first because… I wasn’t gay! I’d never had feelings for a guy. I mean, I wear eyeliner and paint my nails sure… but I liked girls. GIRLS!
It took about an hour to get through all of the songs. Sauli just sat there staring at Adam with that stupid love struck look on his face. I wanted to slap it right off of him. Isaac and Monte said they were starving so Adam offered to buy pizza. Of course everyone else thought it was a good idea, but I just wanted to go home and eat alone. “I better get going… I have some… stuff to do…” I said, laying my bass in its case.
“Oh really? If wouldn’t have called you, you’d probably still be in bed. lazy butt!” Adam said with a cute little giggle. “Just eat with us, please?” He said with a pouty face.
I sighed “okay fine…” I said, a little annoyed by the fact I let him get his way.
The pizza got there after about 15 minutes. Normally I eat a whole pizza by myself, but today I just really didn’t feel like eating. I ate a few bites, then threw my plate away and told them I was leaving. Adam seemed kind of sad I was leaving, but Sauli on the other hand, seemed almost ecstatic. Fucking cunt.
I got home and checked my twitter. Ugh, everyone was still talking about Adam kissing me. I really don’t need that shit right now. I logged off and decided to watch a horror movie, so I popped in “Halloween” I’ve seen this movie so many times, but it never gets old. I wasn’t even paying attention for most of it. My mind was wondering off, thinking about… surprise… Adam. I mentally slapped myself. What the fuck Tommy? You aren’t gay what is wrong with you? Adam though, he’s so… That’s when I lost it. I cried like a baby for over an hour. I really like Adam, but more than a friend. Does that mean I’m gay? I don’t understand my own feelings.
The movie has been over for a really long time now. I was sick of listening to the same music on loop so I turned off the TV and decided it might be best to just go to sleep before I did something stupid, like, go out and get completely wasted again. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I’m glad I wasn’t wearing eyeliner, or it would be completely fucked up right now. My face was red and my eyes were puffy. I splashed some cool water on my face before taking off my shirt and exchanging my skinnies for baggy sweats. My head is pounding from crying so much. I walk downstairs to get some Tylenol and a glass of water to wash it down with when I see a note on the counter. I picked it up confused; who the heck could this be from? “No one fucking likes you. Are you blind? The whole band would be better off without you. You’re a moody bitch and everyone hates you, especially me. Just kill yourself, we don’t give a shit.” I was shocked. Who would’ve written this? I can’t see any of them being such assholes to me. That’s when I looked up and realized my living room was a mess. The TV was broken, my stereo was ruined, and… SHIT WHERE’S MY BASS? I panicked looking around the room for the familiar case. Then I remembered I left it in the trunk again. I’m glad I did, but, seriously I need to quit doing that. I better check to see if they did anything to my car though… I thought before running out the door.
My car seemed to be alright, everything was in it and it was still locked. I looked inside my trunk and sure enough my bass was in there. I grabbed it and took it inside. I sat on the couch (which surprisingly they didn’t screw up) to try and sort things out. They said something about me being a moody bitch so it would’ve had to be someone who was at practice today because, honestly I WAS really moody. It looks like they just trashed the place and didn’t have interest in taking anything so they must be pretty wealthy… that’s when it hit me. Tommy how could you be so stupid? Adam was acting so sweet today so when I told them about it they wouldn’t suspect him at all. Hot tears ran down my face. Well you know what Adam? I hate you too.
