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A/N: It was a day later than I hoped it would be, but oh well :P I'm enjoying writing this part and I really hope you guys like it :) 45 IS ALMOST HERE <3333 I'm pretty excited about it, if you haven't guessed :P Oh, and the whole Brad and Adam stuff I wrote in part of this is because of Brad's recent video on youtube where he blows a kiss to the screen when he finishes singing Fever. I'm believing it's for him, not the fans or gaga :P ANYWAY, hope you all enjoy :) [info]unpublicguy, enjoy the Ben stuff here, and [info]saar_fantasy, the final thing Ben says is for you and Cale ;) ON TO THE STORY!!!!!!!!!

"Hey Lambert, get your white tush over here so I can fix those pointy nails of yours!"

Adam rolled his eyes with a huge eye-to-eye grin. He'd invited Brad over for the rest of the night until bed while Kris had Ben over at his house to help with things like nails, skin care, and dance lessons for the prom.

Very embarrassing dance lessons that Adam really didn't want to participate in, but that was beside the point.

Right now, the boys had Lady Gaga playing on repeat, pizza in their hands, and were laying on Adam's bed with with the windows open, enjoying the cool breeze hitting their skin. Brad was laying on Kris's side, knowing how Adam had a 'side' he always slept on, and now currently was looking at Adam with the smirk to top all smirks. It made Adam feel happy inside, just like it did when they dated, and he could've sworn it made his heart skip a beat. Getting up and leaving his slice of veggie pizza on the side table, he moved from his side to sit right in front of Brad. He then held out his right hand, wiggling his fingers in his face as goofy as he could. It made Brad beam with adoration of him at the moment.

"Why did we ever break up?" Adam asked, gazing into Brad's eyes. Brad shrugged his shoulders.

"Because you were meant to be with Kris, I guess," he said plainly, picking up the glossy silver polish and shaking it lightly. "I'm meant to be with some other guy, supposedly."

Adam lowered his head. "I'm sorry I kinda used you, Bradly."

"It was my pleasure," he replied with a sly smile. "If it wasn't for that, you two probably wouldn't have gotten back together. Well, at least not as fast."

"Do you think we could've lasted?"

Brad sighed and gazed into Adam's blue-gray eyes deeply. "I don't know, Adam. But do you wanna' know something?" Adam nodded. "I think we were quite a pair when we were a pair. It was like when two NASCAR cars bump-draft at Daytona Speedway."

Adam just stared at him. "Who are you and where did you put Cheeks?"

Brad just began laughing. "Cheeks is still here, somewhere under the new fat from my pizza." Adam snorted. "I do happen to watch things other than E! and Entertainment Tonight, you know."

"But NASCAR? Really?"

"Well," Brad said blushing, "my father is a huge redneck, if you haven't realized it yet. He was watching it last week and I was forced to watch a whole race. It was pretty cool, actually."

Adam's jaw dropped. "Brad?"

"They had a lot of pretty car colors!"

"That's my boy."

"Well, as I was saying," he continued, covering Adam's thumb with the glossy silver polish slowly, "at Daytona, which I first thought was the name of an Indian reserve, may I add, the cars kinda link up like magnates from the back and are almost inseparable and depend on each other to drive on. Like we were."

Adam smiled. "I think that sounds about right."

Brad blew on Adam's newly painted nails and winked. "I'm always right."

"Do you think me and Kris are like that?" Adam asked nervously. Brad squeezed Adam's hand tightly and looked straight into his eyes reassuringly.

"If you two were those cars, you'd be cemented on each other by the bumper."

"I love you, Cheeks."

Brad smiled and hugged Adam. "Love ya' too, bro."


"Ben, why the heck are you freaking out?"

"Freaking out?" Ben asked, clueless. "How am I freaking out?"

Kris snorted. Ben had already tried out his prom outfit five times, checked to see if his limo was still booked three times, and worked on his dance moves seven times.

Freaking out seemed like an understatement by now.

"Must I even say, Ben?" Kris sighed. "You're so antsy and everything. I thought I told you you didn't have to worry."

"I'm sorry," Ben cried in frustration, "but I just HAVE to make things perfect. I mean, you have NO clue what I'm dealing with! Have you ever had to ask someone to marry them?"

Kris's jaw dropped to the floor. "WHAT?"

"I'm going to ask my date to marry me. I know I've only known him for a little while, but he's the one. Really, I know it's meant to be, Kris," he quietly spoke. Kris took a gaze down at his ring on his hand and silently remembered how calm and collected Adam was when he proposed. Singing 'Marry Me' softly into the mic and then was the best day of his life, and Adam had pulled out all the stops.

Ben seemed to be going in the right direction, after all.

"Okay.....I get where you're coming from,'ve got to be more confident when you ask, or else things won't go too well. Like," Kris continued, "when Adam asked me to marry him, he seemed so really swept me off my feet. Ben, you just need to be sure of yourself. You've got to believe he's the one. You just have to for this to work."

Ben quickly hugged Kris, letting a stray tear fall down his cheek carelessly. "Thank you, Kris. How the hell do you know what to say?"

Kris smirked.



"Adam, if you want to woo Kris, you've got to make those huge clown feet work as well as your fashion is for you."

Adam couldn't help but smack Brad upside the head for that. As if it wasn't enough that Brad had earlier said that he needed to stop dancing like a drunk Gumby, whatever that was supposed to mean, and had told him to, quote, "Lay off the ice cream or that muffin top is gonna spill off the sides of it's pan", he now was calling his feet huge. Adam didn't know how much more he could take before he would be forced to take action against it. If he was forced to, he could easily shoot a few of his own insults Brad's way. Easily.

"Hey, Gumby, move your hips more! That's the only way your clown shoes will work!"

"Why don't you, Hitler?"

Brad gasped and dropped his hands from Adam's shoulders to his own hips, sending a sour glare Adam's way. "Excuse me, Gumby?"

"You heard me," Adam spit back angrily.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm trying to help you."

"By putting me down?"

"I never," Brad scoffed, causing Adam to snort in disbelief.

"Drunk Gumby? Clown feet? Muffin top?"

Brad rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed. "I am just being honest, Adam. Stop taking it so seriously."

"So I'm supposed to just ignore the fact that you called me fat and all that other stuff?"

"It can all be fixed!" Brad responded desperately. "Besides, who would tell you this if I didn't?"

"A jerk," Adam growled, stomping out of Brad's room to the living room, sitting on the coach with a pout. Brad quickly followed, his eyes looking suddenly softer than before.

"Adam, I-"

"Don't talk to me, Bradly," he snapped back. Brad's eyes went wide for a moment, and then softened again, this time being more hurt than before.

Adam sighed and plopped his face in his hands. "I think this is why we never worked, also."

"Adam, I'm sorry," Brad pleaded. "Please don't be mad at me and say stuff like that."

For a moment, Adam totally ignored Brad, his face straight and angry. Then, suddenly, he pounced on Brad, knocking him on to the couch, tickling him until he couldn't breath. Finally, after a few minutes, Brad managed to push Adam off him and stand up.

"What the hell, Adam," Cheeks shouted, his face in a form of anger and shock and his hair all disheveled, "I thought you were mad at me!"

Adam just giggled. "Faked it."

"You WHAT?"

"I faked being mad at you," he repeated, causing Brad to openly gasp and want to rip his hair out.


"Well," Adam replied, blushing, "not the whole time, but basically ever since you told me you were just being honest I was."

Taking his shirt off, which Adam raised his eyebrow at, Brad rubbed his hands together and then smirked wickedly. Adam's eyes went wide.

"Oh no," he whispered to himself, backing away slowly from the side of the couch he was on, "oh no, no, no, no."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes," Brad wickedly murmured as he inched closer to Adam, "it's tickling time."

"W-why did you take of your shirt, then?" Adam asked shakily, almost falling off the side of the couch.

"Why would I ruin my beautiful $1,000 shirt when I could easily just take it off? Besides, I'm hoping it'll distract you enough."

"So you can do what?"

Brad grinned. "Pounce."

It was only a mere second before Brad was on top of Adam, straddling him at the hips, pinning his hands between the couch cushions so that he couldn't fight him off with a devilish laugh. He then began to tickle Adam, who tried his hardest to get Brad off, crying from being tickled so much. Soon, Adam managed to get a hand out from between the cushion, but before he was able to do anything, Brad caught it and smirked at Adam in amusement.

"Aww," he said disappointed, "your nails got chipped. Oh well, it was worth it."

"I hate you," Adam strangled out, feeling his hands now being tied by Brad's robe-tie. Brad just smiled and placed a small kiss on Adam's forehead before tightening the robe-tie around his wrists.

"Love you, too, Lambert," Brad sweetly said. "Now, let me remind you why to never strike up a fake fight with me."

"I am so glad Kris isn't like this."


"Kris, can you give me any tips on sex?"

Immediately, Kris spit out his milk he was just drinking and looked at Ben in shock. How could he talk to him about that with Ben if him and Adam barely talked about it? They just.....did it. It was natural.

This conversation, on the other hand, was far from natural.

"Uhhhh......Ben, don't you think you should talk to like, your parents or something about this, and not me?"

Ben shook his head and sat next to Kris on his own bed. "Nope. What would they know about gay sex?"

"Oh my gosh, Ben, just.....stop saying that word," Kris groaned, "I can only think of that word or hear it when Adam is speaking or with me.......or when Cheeks is around, but that's a different story."

"But Kris, you're my only resource! Besides, you and Adam are so in love......I'm just trying to make things right."

Kris sighed. "Don't do anything your partner isn't up for."

Ben smiled. "Got it."

"Voice what you like or don't like," Kris said, his cheeks reddening even darker. Ben just nodded and motioned for him to go on.

"Lastly....always be prepared. Always."

Ben smiled. "Thanks. Gosh, this is so crazy."

"Um...don't you think you are rushing into this? I mean, I can understand the marriage thing, but.....that's not something to rush me."

"Well," Ben said with a sigh, "I'm just trying to 'prepare', like you said. I mean.....I have no clue what I'm doing, Kris. I'm driving blind, and I just want things to work out, ya' know? I wanna' take a risk and lay it all on the line, I really do, but I'm just so scared that I'll miss something and then have it blow up in my face and have me lose my love. I-i can't be unprepared, Kris. I just can't."

Kris gazed into Ben's eyes and smiled warmly, taking Ben's hands in his. "I have a feeling that you're trying too hard because you love this guy so much. I know one thing about love.....if you go for it, things will work out in the end. It's happening for me, Ben, and it'll happen for you. I have a strong feeling it will."

A huge smile broke across Ben's face. "Adam's really damn lucky to have you. You're really something else, Kris. Really."

Kris grinned. "You are too, Ben, and I'm sure your guy is just as lucky to have you, too. Now come on, let's go snatch up a couple of cokes and catch the end of the basketball game we flipped by earlier before I have to head back to Adam, 'kay?"

Ben nodded and shook Kris's hand. "Sounds great, man."


"Bradly, if you don't get off of me, you'll get a giant hobbit of a southern boy coming after you."

"Screw him, let me tickle you some more."

"Bradly....let me up!"

"No thank you."

"Brad....what are you doing?"

"Tickling your tummy."

"That ain't my tummy, you dumby."

"I know."


"Kristopher can share you."

"Kristopher is my fiance'."

"Who can share."


Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and a huge smirk fell upon Adam's face as Brad groaned in displeasure as he got up to get the door.

"You better stay where you are, because if it's not Kristopher, we won't be through over there!"

"Sure Brad," Adam said with a chuckle, "sure!"

Smoothing down his hair, Brad kindly opened the door and smiled a very hospitable grin. It was Kris and Ben, and they looked like they wanted to come in.

"Ben, Kris, what are you doing here?"

Kris rolled his eyes. "We're here to sing you happy birthday."

"Yay!" Brad chirped, earning a look from Ben and Kris. He then sighed and let them in. As soon as they walked in, Adam was easily noticed. He now had ropes tying his hands to the legs of the couch, his legs tied to the other group of legs on the other side of the couch, his buttoned-up shirt wide open, and the pillows of the couch spread out everywhere. Brad blushed and walked over to Adam, closing up his shirt.

"Okay, this isn't what it looks like, guys," Brad quickly said in a higher tone of voice as he began to untie Adam's legs. "Adam wouldn't stop going crazy while I was on top of him, so I had to keep him down."

Ben bit his lip in attempt to stop his laughter, but it easily failed. Kris just chuckled next to him and shook his head as he watched Adam be liberated on the lavender couch across from him.

"I'm not going to even ask, Bradly, just promise me that you didn't pass that friend boundary I set for you."

Brad shook his head. "I didn't!"

Ben raised his eyebrow at Kris in confusion. "What boundary?"

"I can only do anything outside and around Adam and he must do the same," Brad eagerly recited, running his right hand through Adam's hair. "I usually use it more than Adam, but oh well."

Kris smirked and snagged Ben by the arm towards the door. "Bring him outside when you're done, Cheeks, and hurry up!"

"Will do!" The smaller man yelled as Kris and Ben left through the threshold. As soon as the two got into Ben's car, Ben turned and just gawked at him. Kris giggled.


"How can you see Brad all over Adam and not do a thing about it?" He said in shock.

"Oh," Kris said with a smile, "I trust Adam. Besides, Brad knows that we're meant to be. He wouldn't do anything to harm that."

"If only some people would be like that with my guy."


"I can't wait to show you my outfit, Kris," Adam whispered as the two snuggled up in his bed in the late night of the day. Kris curled into Adam's protective arms and smiled as Adam's warm breath hit his neck and gently warmed his body up. He yawned.

"Same here. Gosh, Adam, I can't wait for tomorrow. We're going to spend the whole day together....and then we can go visit the jail and see if little Jessie is doing okay."

"True, true," Adam whispered, "now be quiet, we need to rest. It's a big day, tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you, Adam."

"Love you too, Kris."

"More than Brad?"

"Goodnight, Kris."


"Okay, baby girl, it's time," Crystal whispered as she took out a bobby pin from her hair with a smile. She quickly moved over to the jail cell's lock and went to work.

"It's going to happen, sweetie. I promise."

And that's how it all started.....

The day that Adam and Kris never would forget......

The day Crystal would always regret......

The day that would shape many futures.....



To be continued........
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