the boy i need//adam jones fan fiction

Chapter One

   "Mom c'mon hurry up!" you yell at your mom. you could hear her heeled shoes walking around her room on the floor above you. you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. you were going to a concert for your favorite band tonight and you did not want to be late. Mom always did this to you; she always seem to ruin each and every moment you cared about. You looked down at the tickets and at your vip pass. you could only afford to meet one band member, and that was your favorite Adam. just the thought of him made your face erupt into a smile. you blushed at the thought of what he was really like. you wondered if he was the total opposite of a homeschooled boy in a family band. you wondered...
   "ALRIGHT Y/N GET IN THE CAR"
your moms shrill voice snapped you back to reality. you decided that you were going to save those thoughts for later tonight. 
   "I don't get why you're so obsessed with this band anyways. they just seem like just anger family band." your mom said. as the words passed through your ears, you felt hot rage bubble up in your chest. deciding not to start an argument now and risk not going to the concert, you push the hot flame down.
   "They have good music mom. trust me" you reply, struggling to keep your calm.
   "Whatever you say sweetheart." countered your mom. needing to distract yourself from her, you pulled out your phone to check your notifications. you were in an Adam fan club group chat. all of the notifications were about people meeting up with each other for the concert. you didn't really have that many friends, let alone any that were fans of adam. you were a lone wolf among these other girls.
   Arriving at the destination, you could hardly contain your excitement. it was at a small venue that had a patio that overlooked a pretty lake. since your home wasn't that far away, your mom was dropping you off because she had better things to do. you didn't know what was better than an sm6 concert. as soon as you got out of the car, mom pulled away not even saying goodbye. you weren't going to let that dwindle your excitement. the meet and greet was after the concert. you quickly headed inside and got to your seat, which you had splurged on to be front row. you check the time on your phone. fifteen minutes before show time. as the seats around you started to fill up, all you could think of was adam and what he was really like...
—-fifteen minutes later—-
   "ALRIGHT EVERYBODY PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR..... SM6" as soon as the voice came over the loudspeaker, the audience erupted into screaming, cheering, and clapping.
   "AND NOW WE HAVE INTRODUCING..... EMILY" Emily ran in from stage right carrying her drumsticks and went to the back of the stage to the drums. she waved, and then played a few notes on the drum set before sitting down. she got a few mixed reactions, but mostly positive ones.
   "AND HERE IS GEORGE" George ran onto the stage and woke of the girls sitting around you started yelling and clapping. he waved to the audience and went over to his keyboard. you rolled your eyes. george was the one that you hated. the sm6 fan base was divided into two types of people: those that were team adam and those that were team george. you had no clue how anyone could have a preference for george over adam. that did mean that there was more adam for you, though.
   "HERE COMES ELLIE" the loudspeaker shouted out. she ran over to her stool and picked up the tambourine. the reaction was mostly negative so out of sympathy you clapped for her. a few of the girls next to you yelled out "PIGEON" and you gave them a quick side glare. she was young and only thirteen and didn't deserve the hate that she got. although you did see where they were coming from.
   "AND HERE'S ISABEL" the loudspeaker said. you clapped for her. she awkwardly waved to the audience and went over to her bass guitars you had nothing against isabel, she was really pretty and had a good voice. isabel was a sweet and soft spoken girl who would be a good older sister.
"NOW HERE COMES ADAM" you could feel your heart stop in your chest. as the screaming erupted around you, you joined in but you weren't as obnoxious as the others. you felt like you were going to pass out. he came into the stage doing a half-jog and looking out over the crowd of fans. he was wearing ripped black jeans, a red shirt, a long dog tag necklace, a vest, black tennis shoes, and a fedora. he looked so fucking good. as he was scanning the audience, his eyes fell on you. he winked. you could hardly believe it. it felt like your heart was in your throat. you were so focused on him that you didn't even hear them announce jack into the stage. you were in the perfect spot. Adam was standing on the end of the stage and you were so close to him; you were just a few feet away. you pressed your body up against the barriers and stared up at him.

they all performed beautifully. the entire time you couldn't take your eyes off of adam. and strangely, it seemed that he couldn't take his eyes off of you. he kept looking at you and smiling. each time he glanced over at you your hear and your lower stomach fluttered. after the last song, adams voice brought you back.
   "Alright everybody! Thank you for coming out tonight! if you bought a vip pass for a meet and greet, then please head to the door on the right. and if you are done for the night, then make your way to the door on the left. thank you for coming out and have a good night!" he smiled and waved goodbye to the people heading to the door on the left. the band then exited on stage left. you could not believe that you were about to meet Adam fucking Jones. the person that had been the subject of your wet dreams ever since you started listening to them about a year ago. you looked down to check your outfit out. you strategically planned everything that you were going to wear. you had on short jean cut offs that had rips in them exposing the upper thigh. you also wore a black tank top that showed your midriff that accentuated your breasts. since you were shorter than him, adam would definitely get an eyeful when you hugged him. you also wore a black thong that rode on your hips above the waistline of your pants. the whole outfit looked pretty damn hot. as you made your way over to where the meet and greet was, you noticed that not many people had bought the VIP ticket. each of them were in different rooms. there were three girls and one boy in front of you for the room with adam. you got in like behind them and waited patiently to meet your prince. as the last girl in front of you went, you could hardly hold back your anticipation.
   "Whoever's next could you come on in please!" the photographer yelled from inside the room. your heart stopped. your body didn't feel like it belonged to you as you headed inside. adam welcomed you with a wave and then held his arms out for a hug. as you went up to him, his arm gently grazed your breast as it started to encase you in a warm hug. then he pulled away and stared at you. there he was, just looking at you.
   "Um... well what's your name?" Adam asked, not taking his eyes off of you.
   "I'm y/n" you replied.
   "Well, y/n, you are very very pretty." he said to you while smiling. you could feel your face turn a bright shade of red.
   "T-thanks you too" you stammered out.
   "Would you like an autograph?" he chuckled.
"Um yes please" you replied. he grabbed a picture of himself off the table. he signed it, and then you saw him write down ten digits. adam jones just wrote down his phone number. he handed you the card and held a finger up to his lips and winked. you could hardly believe it.
   "Come on i don't got all day there are people waiting" the photographer said as he erupted the tension between you and adam. you had three pictures with him. the first was a pic of you two hugging, the second was a picture of him kissing your cheek, and the third was of you on his back for a piggy back ride. he was jacked and could carry you easily. you got off of his back and headed to the door, but not without giving him a goodbye hug first. you managed to walk out the door without tripping over your own two feet. the door led outside and you would have to walk to the front of the venue to where your mom was awaiting in her honda. you smiled to yourself on the way to the car and on the whole way home. things were going to get better very soon.

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