Better Than I Know Myself (2nd book)

Chapter 27- A long walk

Tommy's POV

         "Everyone on social media; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram... and even in public places,                     people have been asking...: Has Adam Lambert gone to a different kind of "wild"? 

American Idol runner up, Adam Lambert has been seen last night in Knight's Night, a club in West Hollywood - making a riotous scandal that none of us expected.

I grimaced as videos of Adam up on the counter, screaming and dancing, started to flash across the television screen. It hasn't even been a full day yet, and he's already on the news.

"Yeah, I mean... Adam Lambert is pretty wild as we may all know." The anchor man smirked as both of them news anchors burst into laughter. Like they clearly had the same idea at what wild meant. Well, Adam is wild, I guess.

But he's a good kind of wild. He's the kind of wild where you will seriously have the time of your life. But he knows his limits. His boundaries... (THERE ARE NO BOUNDARIEEESSSS ♪ XD)

"Well John, he's never been this wild though." The woman anchor shot him a sly smile.

"Yeah... And isn't he with Mandy already? Am I right, Sarah?" John rested his chin on his folded hands, looking quite intrigued.

"Yes. But apparently, in the videos, we can see him dancing with a girl on top of a bar counter in a very - how do I say this? - sensual way." The woman's voice sounded half-concerned half-mocking.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I'm seeing a conflict." John said in a sing song tune as he fixed the papers on top of his desk.

"You got that right, John. But maybe there's a reason for this you know?"

"Take a guess." The anchor man laughed.

"Well-"

I immediately cut her off by turning the television off. I rolled my eyes and lied down on my stomach, staring at the dining hall that could clearly be seen from where I was. Silence and darkness were binding me.

Usually in horror movies, these were the moments when some ghost would walk across the room. Or you would hear a strange and casual noise that you'd ignore.

Thinking about this, I actually felt alert for a few seconds- listening for any strange sound that would make me curious enough to search for the source and get killed really stupidly.

I rolled my eyes at how immature I was. I'm right in the middle of these big issues: Love issue, Friend issue, and Hollywood issue- and all I could think of was a probable horror scene.

Well, Death could take me anytime thank you very much. I'd fancy more to die than live in this horrific and stressful reality.

Everything was just messed up. My head, Adam, Me and Ashley, my conscience... probably my entire life actually.

I checked my phone.

Still no messages.

There were the usual tweets... from fans and from haters asking about Adam.

Of course, I was definitely not in the mood or at the right mind to answer any of them so I just ignored them.

I dialed Ashley's phone number and called her once again, filling my heart with hoped that she'll finally take the chance to hear me out.

"Heyyy this is Ashley. I'm probably not at home right now. Doing business whatsover. *giggle*  Just go on and leave me a message after the beep."