Runnin'

Chapter 14

[Authors note: This is a picture of what Lisa would look like]

LISA'S POV:
"Yeah, yeah." I rubbed at my temple, the noise of the voice on the other side of the phone was giving me a migraine. I swear to god his accent is annoying. "so work on some songs and come in, give a call to Adam. he's not answering his phone." I pressed the end button and collapsed onto the couch. it's like 5 am, Adam's not gonna be awake. "Guess I'll try tommy." he should be awake, he always wakes up early. i went to my contacts and called. one ring, three, six. "h-hello?" His voice was broken with sleep. I smiled. "sorry, did I wake you?" I ask. "kinda." I heard him yawn. "sorry, the producer called and said he wanted us to come in and practice the songs in like," I pulled my phone from my ear to check the time. ", an hour and a half. OH! And he wants to speak with Adam when we get there so he has to come too." I heard a loud groan and a Squeak of the bed indicating that he was getting out of it. "need a ride?" He asked. I looked around my apartment and out to the parking lot to see that my brothers car was gone. "yes, please." I say. "pick you up in an hour." I lock my phone and jump to my feet, stripping each clothing off as I head for the shower. Beaty takes time.
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"Yeah!!! I know I'm coming!!" I yelp over the snow patrol blasting through out my apartment. "we're already late." Adam called. he seemed real grumpy today... hope he's okay when we reach the producer. I grabbed my bass and headed to the living room to place it in its case. "ready?" Tommy asked calmly. "Ah, hold on." I rush back into the kitchen and pulled out a tray of cookies, shoving five into a Baggie and grabbing a bottle of cola. "now I'm ready." I smile. "finally." Adam retorted as he opened the front door. "cool your shit, boss man." I said under my breath.
ADAM'S POV:
I don't know why everything is bothering me today. for one I didn't get enough sleep. two, tommy woke up before I could surprise him and three.... that drea- "Mr. Lambert." that accent filled my ears. Damn, I really don't wanna be here. i looked back at Lisa and Tommy. I gave Lisa a nod, telling her to take care of my Tommy Joe. She nodded back. "hey." tommy stood and took my hand. I gasped, forgetting to breath. "if they say anything negative, don't let it get to you. your rad as fuck." he smiled a cheeky smile. I chuckled. "okay." he leant up and kissed my cheek. "I love you" I stayed there, finally remembering to breath. "love you more." "LAMBERT." Ivan called his hands on his hips like a disappointed mother. I took one last reassuring look at Tommy. he smiled and I swear if I were to die at this exact moment I would die happy. god, he's so beautiful. I turned reluctantly and made my way to Ivan's office. I felt like a little kid being sent to the principle's office for swearing at a fellow student or whatever.
"Have a seat." There was another guy sitting at the chair beside the one I was asked to sit in. He had green hair, cut into a scene look gauges the size of shot glasses and clothed in all black. His arms coated in classic black tattoos. "Adam, meet Atlas." Atlas nodded a sly smirk pulling up one side of his mouth like he was mocking me. "hey." I sat, biting my bottom lip. "Atlas is a very talented musician and I have talked to your agent and we worked out an agreement and moved him into your band." I didn't know how to respond. I usually do the recruiting but... "we already signed all the legal documents so it cannot be reversed." Ivan added seeing the displeased look on my face. "S-so what place were you placed at?" I asked trying to swallow down the lump in my throat. "lead guitar." as if reflex I shot to my feet. "no, no we already have a lead. Tommy is the lead." I felt like my heart was trying to leap out of my chest. What the fuck is happening any more? What is wrong with people nowadays? And what the bloody hell do they have against My baby?!
"Well," Ivan stood. ",not anymore. Atlas is the lead, tommy is the backup. have a problem, take it up with your agent." I couldn't believe it. "yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll call him." I said, fists tightening. "You know what, fine. we'll have them BOTH as leads... better?" I looked back. "y-yeah." I mean it was better than nothing..... right? Damn it how am I gonna tell Tommy Joe? "So, take Atlas with you and start the recording. I already gave him the music sheets a week or so in advance so he knows all of the songs that you've written up so far. The whole band is waiting in the recording area. better make it snappy, mate."
LISA'S POV:
"I think you should hold out that note for another two beats and let me have some notes chimed in from the bass." I teased Tommy as he ran through a song (at the moment we are both unplugged). "maybe live, but for the recording I think we should stick to the music written down." he snickered. Adam walked into the room a guy dressed in black strutted his way in acting as if he owned the place. "hey, who's the guy?" I asked strumming my bass to the beat of better than I know myself. "This is Atlas," Adam said letting everyone say hello, I Brought my drink to my mouth. ", our new other guitarist." I felt the liquid spew from between my lips before I could even think of it. "Our new what?" Our drummer, Cole, Chirped in. I looked down at Tommy who sat crisscross on the floor strumming his guitar. acting as if he Hadn't heard a thing. "guitarist." Atlas said louder, scanning the room. "where is my fellow guitarist?" Tommy sighed as he stood, looking more annoyed than hurt. "so this is my fellow band mate." Atlas teased as he pulled out his guitar. "shall we record?"
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The room was vibrating in guitar rips, breaks and solos. the difference between the two was actually very obvious. Atlas had more of a blues and jazz, slight rock, tune to it. while Tommy was more heavy and fast... more of the harder side of rock. "They're really beatn' it up in there huh, bossman?" I tried to make conversation with Adam before he bit his bottom lip off. "yeah." was all he said. It's been about four and one fourth of an hour of recording. literally the only thing to do was practice your music, talk, be on your phone, read and sleep. but by hour three you would have done all of those. so I'm actually surprised that this whole time Adam wasn't talking. he's usually a conversation starter. "you okay, Adam?" I asked standing from the chair I was sitting in, placing my bass down in its case. I'm very protective of this guitar and would probably kill someone for getting even a scratch on it.
"Huh, oh yeah." he said pulling out his packet of songs trying to recite and memorize them as a distraction. "your a bad liar." I puffed. Adam shot me a look thinking I would let it go. But what can I say? I'm persistent. "fine." he whispered and sat down his packet. "Ivan put Atlas as lead guitar.... but when I said I wouldn't have it he just made them both lead... and I'm really troubled. and there's that dream..." Adam trailed off, biting his bottom lip. "stop that." I shooed at his face as if to scare off that he was biting his lip. he stopped. "how did he even find the gu-wait," I tilted my head. ",what dream?" I was interested. Was it a scary dream? A vision!!! (Totally thinking of Sam Winchester... or a profit!!) no... maybe it's a- "your gonna think I'm a perv." was all he said as he chewed onto his bottom lip again. I pulled my hands to my face and gasped. (oh my bloody chuck. my OTP is getting even more intense!! Eek!!!!) "like a," I whispered. ",like a wet dream?" I say spelling out the word 'wet' like I was a child saying a bad word or rather trying. Adam's freckled face drowned in red and if he had cat ears they would be laying down. i couldn't help but giggle. it was so adorable. "come on, don't laugh." Adam punched my arm gently. "okay, okay!" Adam continued with the story (obviously leaving out the subtext part and just what happened in general)
"Sooooo??? have sex with him." I suggested bluntly. Adam started to cough roughly. "whoa take it easy it's just a joke." I said, obviously lying. "I-I can't just have sex sex with him just like that." he roared blushing like mad. "and why not? I mean your his boyfriend and he's yours right? It's only natural." I didn't see the problem In this, I mean it's not like either of them are virgins. "He's still scared... since that night..." Adam looked guilty. "okay, given he's still scared. but don't be feeling bad cause of the way you feel." He nodded realizing that he was beating himself up for nothing.
The door opened and a pair of two very sweaty boys entered the room. they looked like they played like they were dying tomorrow (knock on wood). tommy walked over and sat down next to Adam, beat. "that's the hardest I've played in years." T-bear let out a loud moan of relief as he leaned against Adam (who was blushing like hell by the way) and closed his eyes. replying with a "goodnight."

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