Runnin'

Chapter 13

TOMMY'S POV:
"Damn it Tommy Joe are you sure?" Adam asked trying to get me to stay home. "Yes. I'm ready, I've been out of this game long enough." I stated throwing my coat on. "I'll go with you to the meeting the producer just called about." Adam bit his lip worriedly. "I just.." He stopped and sat back down on the bed. "Just?" I smile. "I don't want you to get hurt. Don't want you to faint.. Don't want your anxiety to act up cause there are a lot of people in that building." He warned. "And the producer is NOT going to allow anyone else in the room other than I." I shrugged and pulled out my phone. "So I'll call Lisa." Adam placed his face on his hands. "What? Don't trust Lisa?" I teased. I was being mean, I know but... I have to get out of here.. I mean days on end with just staying here bundled up in my fears and anxieties? No thanks.
"No, no I do it's just..." I leant down and pressed my lips onto his. "Don't be." I say as I press my forehead against his. "I'll be fine. And so will you." He sighs and finally agrees. "Okay but if anything, and I mean anything starts to tilt south.." He conditioned. I nodded. "agreed." I dialed Lisa's number and that was that.
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"She said she couldn't make it.... maybe we shouldn't go?" Adam stressed. I shook my head. "were already here. there's no turning back now." I smiled up at him from the passenger seat. Adam bit his lip and looked out the window. "fine." Was all he said as he pulled the key out of the ignition and opened his car door to exit. I followed. I looked up and over to him as we walked past cars to the recording place, my grip on my guitar case tightened. Adam was just astonishing (as always). His black hair spiked showing off his multi pierced ears and plugs. He was wearing a ripped Madonna shirt and his black skinny jeans. His makeup as sharp as ever. He had a leather jacket over. and, of course, topped with a shit ton of glitter.
And then there's me. Hair spiked with my multi pierced ears. Makeup, basic... Wearing a slipknot shirt and skinnies. Topped with my leather, Nothing fascinatingly beautiful like the other two. Just typically... Plain.

ADAM'S POV:
"Yes, yes I know okay..." I bit my bottom lip and picked at the paper work the producer handed to me. "You've been putting off the album too much... And for your guitarist of all people." I flinched. "Well yeah." Was all I could think of. "What the hell happened that It takes this long for someone to get back on their feet?" He demanded. "Medical and private matters." I spat. "Well," he slammed his hands against his glass desk. ",We either start up again tonight at 7 or we don't at all. Don't try anything. This company owns your record production sides of the album process. Defy us and you can kiss us goodbye." His ice gray eyes hard and unamused. "Fine. I'll call everyone." He nodded as I stood. "And tell that blond fellow to grow some balls." I nodded.. Though it was forced and I barely noticed that I actually made the motion.
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"Eat something, please, tommy joe. it's going to be a long night... You need your strength." I pleaded with my boyfriend as he sat himself down on the couch. "not that hungry." he tells me shaking his head. i ate the last piece of my sandwich. "at least a pop tart or something glitter baby." tommy shivered and I smirked. calling tommy that made him all funny. "fine, for you." he said and walked over to the pantry. "Do you not like eating?" I asked not trying to get into an argument but rather to understand. it was silent, though tommy pulled up a chair and sat across from me. "No, I do at times... when I feel like it." he admits. I nod, biting my bottom lip. He rarely eats and it's getting kind of bad... I shook my head. "what?" Tommy asked his face read anxiety. I rose my hand and shook them in front of me trying to calm him. "n-nothing! It's just... I'm glad your getting better baby boy." I say, stealing his names for me. "Hey... that's your name." he forcefully swallowed a bite of pop tart. "shut it, I can call you whatever I want!" I teased, tommy blushed and agreed. "damn... It's 6:36... Better start getting ready to go." tommy nodded and set down his not even half eat'n pop tart and darted up the stairs almost instinctively. "ouch." I exclaim as I open my mouth. My lip was bleeding, I bit it too hard.
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TOMMY'S POV:
"Thomas!" The producer called. "Your turn, mate." God, what is it with foreigners and calling me 'Thomas'? I HATE it. That's what my mother calls me...'Thomas'. I nod, grab my electric and follow Ivan (our producer) to the guitar recording booth. "We're gonna start some new songs for the new album and then we'll hook you up to the acoustic and run some alternate versions." Ivan listed the songs through the mic as I started to tune my guitar to the songs requirements. "You okay, mate?" I nodded letting my fingers dance across the neck of the instrument playing a warm up song to get into the feels. "Just peachy." I smiled and looked up at him through the glass. "Uh-huh, whatever you say mate."
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"That's great... Practice these songs and come back tomorrow with them memorized." The co-producer handed me a packet of songs as think as a chapter book. "Dude, there are like 10 songs in the least!" I stressed this in a calm manner, not wanting to start anything. "Sorry. We're on a tight schedule." The short man turned. "Because of you." He breathed under his breath and walked away. Ouch. I shoved my electric back into it's case and headed out, not looking back. I made my way down the hall passing guitarists from all parts of music. everyone was so talented.. And yet here I was sucking at what I'm doing cause I had to take a break for myself... why did all the bad things seem to happen to me? I swear it's like everyone's out to get me...
I turned the corner and saw Adam sitting on a couch, waiting apparently. "Hey glitter baby." Adam smiled a glint in his eyes that read pride. "Hey." I force a smile. i kinda looked away. if they chewed me out the way they did I can't imagine what they did to him. he's supposed to have everyone ready and prepped. our boss... our leader. a tough job. but Adam was the best.
"I'm so proud of you," he said suddenly taking my hands. ",you Came and accomplished what you wanted... I'm so proud. There aren't words," Adam cupped my face and ran his fingers through my hair. ",I love you." I blushed, I felt red hot. "I-I love you to--" I say as Our body's folded over one another as the tip of the top of my back pressed against the wall. His lips were soft...heaven. It felt like I couldn't breath but I didn't care. I just couldn't get enough. His smell. His Touch so electrifying. His taste. I pulled away smiling but also sad. "why the poop face?" Adam asked, concerned. "I can't." I said, feeling like complete and utter shit. "It's fine." he smirked, his eyes scanning me. "I'll make you feel better soon. let's go home." I blushed and let his arm hold my shoulders as we walked out of the building to the car so we could get home.
ADAM'S POV:
I kissed down his neck and nuzzled behind his ear, the sound escaping so sexy. Tommy groaned as I bit onto his neck, my hands traveling down his side to his legs. I made my way down. inch by inch i kissed every spot of his pale healing skin in a gentle manor. It felt like the room was getting hot gradually as our breaths quickened and became more desperate. I smirked as I started to kiss just below his belly button. tommy gasped as I grasped onto his excited member, slowly stroking. "feel good, baby?" I huffed as I started to pump a little faster my mouth teasing the tip. "mmhh.. yeah!" Tommy's hands gripped onto my head, moaning."Adam!" ~
My eyes flittered open. the room was dark and cold. Just a dream... damn. I looked over to see tommy laying asleep, I turned and grabbed my phone. 3:59 am. I set my phone back down and covered my face with my hands only to find myself coated in sweat. ugh, gross. I sat up rubbing at my eyes. well, better get in the shower since I won't be able to sleep anymore. I leant over and kissed Tommy on the cheek (feeling kinda awkward and guilty) and placed more blankets on him. he gets cold easily. maybe I'll make him breakfast in bed? Yeah.

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