Tommy Joe Ratliff, a sixteen year old, lived a hard life when he was kidnapped at age fourteen for prostitution in a gay bar. Two years later he was rescued by police along with other people. Now he goes back to school, but people bully him for the...
I was so surprised to see the man that looked like Adam standing in front of my door way. He was gorgeous. I smiled a small smile. "So...what will I do for you, handsome?" I asked in my best flirty voice. He took my hands in his. Oh God, his touch was so warm and safe. I could immediately tell he didn't wanted to hurt me.
"Let's just be in your room." He said. I nodded and let him enter. I closed the door behind me. We sat down on my mattress. He looked at me from head to toe. I did the same with him. My eyes landed on what he had on his neck. He had the necklace I remember I had given Adam on Christmas.
"So...um..." he said. I giggled.
"Nervous?" I asked and he nodded. I giggled at his action. "Its cool."
"Oh okay." He said. "So...what's your name?"
"Tommy Joe Ratliff." I said. "And...you?"
"Adam Lambert." He said. My eyes widen. I gulped. He had his first and last name, but what about the middle name? God, please let it be Mitchel.
"You have a middle name?" I asked. He nodded.
"Mitchel." He said.
Adam's POV:
"Mitchel." I said and he looked surprised. His fingers slowly went to the necklace I had on my neck. He traced the word Tommy on my necklace. Tears slowly spilled down his cheeks. I looked at him confused. Why was he crying?
"Pl-Please stay." He said.
"Okay." I said and he stood up. He went to a dresser and grabbed a box. He came back with it and saw down next to me. It looked like a makeup box. He opened it and spilled the contents (which were makeup products) on the mattress. Along with the makeup, a golden necklace fell too. He grabbed the necklace and a folded paper fell too. I grabbed the paper. A tear slipped down my cheek. A picture of me and Tommy when we had gone to a party with some friends.
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(A/N: Photo Tommy kept of him and Adam)
"You have that necklace too." He said as he put it on. My Tommy was crying. I stroked his cheek and we put away the makeup. The photo and necklace is what he kept out. I took a deep breath and looked into his brown eyes.
"Let me try something." I said as I cupped his face.
"What are you going to do?" He breathed out.
"Relax." I whispered. "I won't hurt you. Close your eyes." He did what I told him to do. Gently I pressed my lips to his lips. He didn't kissed back for a few seconds, but he kissed me back. His hands went to my chest. My arms wrapped around Tommy's waist. I picked him up and placed him in my lap. My hand went to his cheek, my arm still around him. Slowly we pulled back. "I hope you remember me baby...because I remember you." His eyes widen a little."
"A-Adam?" He asked. I nodded.
"My Glitterbaby." I whispered. "And my Pretty Kitty. What was my nickname?" He smiled.
