Long way from Conway (1/?)
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glambertrockRating: PG I guess. But that's JUST for this chapter. I have big plans for this.
Disclaimer: YOU KNOW I wish I owned these boys, but no, sadly the universe doesn't work in my favor that way :P
Kris Allen had been at the top of his class in his old Arkansas middle school, but now, that was all
about to change. Why? Well, because Kris's Dad just got a new job in California so the Allen family has to
pack their things up like the Beverly Hillbillies and move there. Only it wasn't Beverly Hills where they were
going to live.
It was San Diego.
So, after about three days, the group settled into their home and were all now proud citizens of Cali.
The only problem Kris had: He had to join into a class that was a.....different group. They were very eccentric in
personality. Oh, and even more exciting: one of them was gay.
He was so excited for tomorrow's school day.
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"Wake up Kris," cooed Kris's mother above him. "You need to get ready!"
Yawning, Kris got up and stumbled over to his closet, yanking out a pair of worn out jeans and a gray turtleneck. 'And who's gonna' care what I wear?" he confidently thought as he slid the clothes on. His mother smiled at her dopey little son and giggled as he fell over trying to put on his jeans.
"Mo-om," Kris groaned, "don't laugh at me, just help please!"
"Sure thing, sweetie," she managed to say through giggles.
Kris reached out to her hand and caught it,
managing to pull himself up. "Mom, do I have to go to school? I mean, my class isn't the.........normal type. I'm gonna' stick out like a sore thumb. I can just see it, I'll become the outcast of the outcasts."
Giving a reassuring pat on the back, Kim kissed her son and replied, "Kristopher, you'll be fine. Just because everyone's a bit...different it doesn't mean that this is going to be a horrible day and who's to say the rest will be horrible, too? You, my son, will be very fine. And if worst comes to worst, just hang with the sophomores. They must be better than your class in....normality, as you say. If you make a few friends with them, than who knows, you may become popular!"
Kris smiled at his mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Mom, thanks. You're awesome."
"I know, babe." Kim smiled and sent out her boy to breakfast. At the table, Daniel, his brother, and Neil, his father, were both chowing down on bacon and eggs that looked oh so good to the starving Kris. Quickly, Kris sprinted into his seat and grabbed the rest of the bacon strips. Oh yeah, Mom needs some.
"Hey Mom? Do you want any bacon?"
"Nice save, Kris," Daniel mumbled through his hand.
"Shut up, man."
"Kris, don't tell your brother to shut up. That's mean and disrespectful." Neil glared at the boys angrily, shutting them both up immediately.
"But Dad-" Neil cleared his throat and stared at Kris. "Kris, say you are sorry."
"But Dad, he-"
"I said apologize, Kris!"
Grumbling and huddling into his turtleneck's sleeves, Kris mumbled, "Sorry," to his brother, earning a nod from his father.
"Um...Kris.....I do want two pieces, please." Kris picked his head up to see his Mom looking at him gratefully, eyes adoring him and her lips in a mini smile. Slowly, he picked two pieces from his plate and put them on her plate, smiling as she ruffled up his hair. "Thank you, Kris." She then sat down next to him, patting his back.
The Allen family didn't always have breakfast together (mostly because Kris was turning into a lazy teen boy and Daniel was already in the stage where 'it wasn't cool' to have family meals) but today was one of those rare occasions. Kim felt like Kris needed something to cheer him up this morning, so she wanted to give him a good breakfast with family.
Other than Daniel's little spat with Kris in the beginning, everything went well and left everyone stuffed and barely able to move.
"Mom, I think that was the best breakfast I've ever had, and I wish I could have more, but....I have to head out if I'm gonna' catch the bus. I do have to walk all the way down to the entrance of this....whack job neighborhood, so I have to go early. Sorry." After putting his dish in the sink, Kris hopped up out of his seat, kissed him Mom and Dad goodbye, and then made a dart to his backpack.
"Bye guys! I'll call you Mom when I need a ride home, okay?"
"Bye sweetie! Okay, be careful!"
Reaching the bus stop was like winning a medal for Kris that day. Three dogs had tried to chase him, a drunk celebrity almost hit into him with their car, and it almost began to pour rain. Gosh he wished he could go back home. And gosh why did the freshmen bus come earlier than the others?
After about fifteen minutes, the bus finally came. Wow, it actually looks normal. As he stepped in, the bus driver checked off his name and allowed him to go find a seat. Wasn't much to choose from, considering some were taken by one person laying down across their seat or just that they were...weird. Luckily, Kris found the last seat where no one was. Gosh how he was getting lucky today.
He took out his iPod and began listening to 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love' by Queen. Not for any reason was he listening to this, but Kris just wanted to drown out the people on the bus, and besides, he didn't not like the song. About ten more minutes into the drive, they stopped, picking up quite a few people. Some of the chair laying on people let them sit by them and some just sat next to them freely.
Okay, either these guys have known each other for a long time or these types of people are just naturally accepting and not caring.
Suddenly, Kris felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to spin around quickly. Standing there was a tall raven-haired guy with amazing clothes on and.....was that eyeliner?
Kris took out his headphones and smiled. "Oh hi, sorry, just was trying to drown out these people."
The man laughed and nodded. "I know what you mean. Some of these people are...freaks. So, can I sit next to you? It's either you or the weird goth girls, and I swear, I think they like me. Ugh that's just creepy. So...can I?"
Kris kind of understood the feeling, because at his old school, he was the cutest boy in the school, so he got all kinds of freaky girls yearning for him. "Yeah, sure. Go on ahead."
"Thanks man. You saved me." With a small chuckle, the man sat down and pulled his, clearly designer, backpack in front of him. "I'm Adam, by the way."
"Kris. Kris Allen."
"Whoa, you have a really heavy accent there! Where are you from?"
Oh my gosh, what did Kris get himself into? "Conway, Arkansas. My Dad just got a new job here, so we moved all our things and now, poof, we're here. That's all of it in a nutshell. So, where are you from?"
"I'm a native of this city, basically. I was born in Indianapolis, but like a few weeks after I was born my family moved here to San Diego. So...I guess you can say I'm a regular around these parts." Adam laughed and smiled at Kris. "I can tell you aren't from here. You know how?" Kris shrugged, nervous from this guy. "You aren't weird or a freak. Just a normal guy in a turtleneck shirt and faded jeans. Me, well, I just don't look normal. Seriously, how many guys do you see looking like me on average?"
None. Kris literally never knew guys even were allowed to. "You're the first."
"I bet. I enjoy how I look, though. It's fun to be different in a few things. I mean, it's just how this city is. Everyone has something different and unique about them. You'll be the only normal guy in the school....unless you have a family member here."
"My brother does not count as normal."
Laughing, Adam shook his head. "I know how you feel. My brother writes his own blog and calls himself "Negative Neil". Weird as heck."
"My Dad is named Neil."
"Wow! That's so cool! I bet he's way more normal than Neil. Heck, anyone is. Thank goodness he doesn't come here yet."
"Yeah." Adam smiled and took out his iPod from his bag. "You sing, Kris?"
Kris was great at acoustic guitar. He had sang for a long time, ever since he was little.
"Yeah. I do sing. I've wrote some. Like this one song....Red Guitar. I wrote it for an old girlfriend of mine. I had to break up with her when we moved. Dang, there has been nothing worse I've seen in my life than her face that day. The day I left was the day I finished the song. I rounded up some of my friends real quick, recorded the song, and then made her a CD of it. The last time we met, I gave it to her and...." Kris felt tears waiting to fall, but he forced them back with all his might. "And she told me that she would never love anyone else but me. Adam, you would've loved her. Blond hair, cutest face in the world, beautiful body, the best personality I've ever found a person had, and her love was just so sweet. I-I miss her so much. We haven't talked since the move.....I don't even know if I'd be able to go through talking to her. It'd just be sadness. I....I miss her so much."
Adam wrapped his arm around Kris and rubbed his shoulder as Kris began to cry. He had never seen anyone just open up like that. Especially to a guy they barely knew. Adam was impressed.
"Aw, it's okay Kris. I know how you feel. I've had love that just was...taken away from me like that. My advice to you is to keep in touch with her...just don't let her keep you from getting out there and finding someone. You'll be miserable if you don't look. Your breaking up might be a sign that it wasn't meant to be. Everything does happen for a reason, you know."
"Everyone get off and head to class, we're here," the grumpy old bus driver growled at everyone. Kris felt Adam start to get up. "You know Kris, since we are in the same class, I can hang out with you for today. I mean, we might not be in every class together, but I still can hang out with you places. Like lunch or whatever. So, what do ya' say?"
"Sure. Thanks Adam."
As everyone got out, they were handed schedules with their locker number on it, the list of classes they had, and a map of the school. As Adam and Kris hopped off, they got theirs and walked over to a bench along side of the sidewalk to read them, like some were doing.
This is why they let the freshmen get here earlier.
"So, what is your first period?"
"Science."
"Same here! Next?"
"English."
"Same. Go on."
"Advanced Math."Adam's face fell a bit. "Like I said, not every class. I got into the normal Math class. It's not my fave subject, I promise you that."
"Yeah. I didn't like it for a while until my girl was in it. She made me all these cute study guides and little rhymes to help me remember things and she helped me get into advanced."
"Oh."
Finally, after a long moment of awkward silence, Adam finally spoke up.
"Lunch is after that."
"Yup."
"What do you have next?"
"Social Studies."
"Me too!"
"Then today I have music class."
"So do I." Wow, the thought of hearing Adam's singing voice made Kris wish that it was already 1:20 so he could hear him. Suddenly, the sophomores arrived, making Kris a little uneasy. He couldn't have Daniel see this. He quickly went on."
"Then I have....Spanish. Ugh."
"Agreed. I have it too, but that's just because I heard the Latin teacher is super strict and mean."
"Yeah I heard that too. What is your locker number?"
"What is yours?"
"Locker number 197 and 198."
"199 and 200."
"What the freak?!"
Adam began laughing his childish laugh and stood up. "Let's go in and fix up our neighboring lockers. Got to make them look good, don't we!?" Thank goodness he said that, because the Junior bus was just coming a round the corner. The raven haired man sprinted in, making Kris have to run with all his speed to catch up. That also meant he was going to bump into people. Including cheerleaders. Of course.
"Oh, I am so sorry! Seriously, I am just in a big hurry!" The cheerleader looked him over and smiled. "Well, that's alright. We all are in a hurry sometimes. Hey, want to come hang out with us later after school? Big party at my place tonight to kick off the new school year. Bring whoever you want, just make sure they aren't complete dorks or jerks. So, you up for it?" Ha, like Kris's Dad would say yes! "Sure. I'd love to come!"
Kris needed his Mom to help him out on this one.
"Well, that's great! See ya' later hot stuff." And with a quick wave, the girl and her fellow cheerleaders were gone and giggling about the whole incident. Blush warmed Kris's face as he continued to Adam.
A normal girl, a cheerleader, thinks I'm hot. Oh freakin yeah!
He found Adam a minute later waiting against their lockers. "You know Kris, if you're gonna' run off like that, you could at least tell me or something."
Kris stopped short and bit his lip nervously. Adam looked....almost disappointed, like he had expected Kris to be loyal or something to him. Kris gulped. "Sorry....I bumped into a cheerleader and it turned out I got invited to a party at her house. Actually, you are, too. She said I could invite people. You're my people. So, what do you say?"
Adam smiled and walked up to Kris. Really, the distance between them was only inches, but apparently Adam seemed fine with it, so Kris held in his objections. "I'd love to come. First big party. Sweet." Kris slowly slinked to his locker and away from Adam. Adam looked at Kris and walked closer to him.
"Kris, what's wrong? You're like...avoiding me all of a sudden."
"Or maybe you are just getting too close. Ever think that?" Crap, he thought, that was stupid, Allen. He's gonna'' hate you now because you are being so orderly and acting like a old grumpy man. Nice.
The rebel looking man smiled, though, and opened his locker. "I did. I'm not too close. Come closer to me, babe."
"WHAT?"
Adam shrugged. "I'm not gonna' do any wrong. You just seem scared to be close to me, so I want you to come near me."
"Then why did you call me babe?"
"I call lots of people that."
Kris shook his head ruffly and then opened his locker to find spiderwebs and old old food. "EWWWWW! What is all this crap!?"
Adam smiled, holding back his laugh, and simply said, "I think the guy who had this last wanted to give you a present."
Kris immediately hit Adam's shoulder and pointed to the gross locker. "You clean it!"
"Sure. Class doesn't start for another twenty minutes. Go off and do what normal boys do."
Kris did scamper away, but he felt like he wanted to barf.
Adam was going to decorate his locker. If there was ANY weird stuff when he came back, Kris was going to have to got to jail. He would kill Adam.
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For the past fifteen minutes, Kris had been memorizing his schedule and where his classes were just to try to get Adam off his mind. For Pete sakes, the guy he just met was cleaning and doing God knows what to his locker.
Kris was far from relaxing.
Suddenly, two hands fell across his face and blocked his eyes. "Kris," the voice mumbled, "come see your surprise....babe."
It was going to be worse than Kris expected.
As Adam led Kris down the hallway, Kris couldn't help but be scared. I bet it is going to have a big clown in it that just jumps out and attacks me. I just know it.
"Time to see your surprise. Open your eyes babe."
Once Adam's strong hands left Kris's face, Kris looked in front of him in disbelief.
"It looks......fantastic."
Adam scoffed at Kris. "Huh, you sound surprised. Think I would turn it into a mad house? I'm not that crazy, Kris."
The locker on the inside was perfectly clean, almost beautiful. It had blue tin shelves, just the right color to fit the lockers, vinyl pockets attached to the side for papers or notes, and all of Kris's books slid in perfectly. On the bottom of it was a soft fabric Kris just couldn't remember the name of that was the same dark blue and was fuzzy to the touch. On the door of it there was a whiteboard for him to write on, many markers in tact, and a small picture of him and Katy. Next to it was a magnate that said, "Designed by Adam M. Lambert. Kris, I hope you love it as much as I adore you. Enjoy." Kris gasped.
"Okay, three things. One, where did you get all this stuff?"
"I have spare stuff in my backpack. No biggie."
Wow. "Okay, two, where did you find that picture of me and my girl?"
"Your backpack. I kind of looked through it." Adam bit his lip and shrugged. "Sorry, I guess."
"Don't worry," Kris mumbled. "on to my last question. What is with the saying on the magnate?"Adam blushed and gulped loudly, flipping the strands of hair away from his face as he looked to Kris.
"You noticed that, huh?"
"Yup."
"Crap."
