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"Daddy! Daddy, can we go buy some pumpkins?" Nine year old Jessie asked Adam, her famous and loving father who's husband had died a few years before. Adam smiled and bent down to meet his four year old son Ryan's eyes, seeing Jessie's face fall a bit.

"Ryan, do you want to go get some pumpkins?"

Ryan shook his head and looked up at Jessie with wide eyes.

"She'll throw pumpkins at me Papa."

Adam rolled his eyes and picked up his son, allowing him to be cradled in his arms like he loved to be.

"I'm pretty sure Jessie wouldn't do a thing like that. She'll be a good girl at the pumpkin patch, right Jessie?"

Jessie nodded eagerly, crossing her heart with her little fingers in promise. Adam looked at his son who still didn't look convinced, sighed, and began walking to the front door of their mansion of a house.

"C'mon Jessie. Those pumpkins don't stay there forever!"

"YES!" Jessie yelled, quickly pulling on her coat and running up to the front door next to her father. "Thank you Daddy! I promise I won't be bad."

Adam smirked at his little girl as he opened the door.

"We'll see about that one."

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Waiting at the pumpkin patch for their turn to go pick a pumpkin, Adam and his two children were anxious and giddy. Jessie looked to Adam and sighed.

"I want to get a pumpkin now, Daddy."

Adam looked at his watch and took a glance at the line ahead of them. There were at least five families before them.

"Sweetie, would you mind if we went to the grocery store and got pumpkins? There sure is a lot of people who got here before us."

Jessie shook her head. "No Daddy. I want to pick my own pumpkin in the patch. We've done it like that ever since I can remember, and I don't want to stop just because more people are in a line before us. I'm staying."

"You just had to have my persuasive gene, didn't you?" Adam muttered under his breath, gazing at the other families near him. Suddenly, his eyes spotted a man and what looked like his sister. They were two families ahead of his own family, and they were happily chatting away, occasionally laughing and goofing around. He looked about his own age-maybe younger-and had the shiniest brown hair Adam had ever seen.

He was hot.

Ryan yawned. "Papa, can you sing a song to us while we wait?"

Adam shook his head laughing. "Ry, I can't sing in front of all these people. They'll recognize me. It's not like I wore this hat and sunglasses to look stylish, sweetie."

Jessie giggled. "That's for sure."

"But I want to hear a song," Ryan went on, "and you are the only person who can sing good to me."

"He's got ya' there, Daddy," Jessie agreed, "you know every song he likes.

With a groan, Adam knelt down and picked Ryan up, bringing him close and hesitantly checking to see if people were watching. Much to his luck, no one was, and the line had moved up a few families. In fact, the brown hair guy was in, searching with his blond sister playfully. I hope he listens to me.

"People say I'm the life of the party because I make a joke or two. Although I might be laughing loud and hearty, deep inside I am blue, yeah, yeah. So take a good look at my face, you'll see my smile looks out of place, if you look closer it's easy to trace the Tracks of My Tears."

Ryan smiled and cuddled closer to Adam, waving at the man at the gate as he let them into the pumpkin patch. Jessie tugged at Adam's coat eagerly.

"Daddy, can I go get my pumpkin now?"

Adam nodded and set Ryan down. "Watch your brother and don't let him leave your side! I'm going off to get my own somewhere else. Okay sweetie?"

Jessie smiled and dragged Ryan along with her, giggling and playing around with her brother in the cool grass. While his kids ran off, Adam went to try and find the cute brown haired guy. Suddenly, he felt a tap on the back. When he turned around, that blond girl he remembered seeing with the brown haired boy. She smiled brightly.

"Hi, um....I just wanted to say to you that me and my friend really think your singing was great. I mean, I know you were just singing for your kids, but...it was really good!"

Adam smiled. "Thank you very much. Tell your friend that, too."

The girl giggled. "Okay, you're gay, right?"

With a kind smile, Adam nodded.

"Well, my friend is gay too, and well.....he kind of has a crush on you."

"Then I guess we are on the same page, huh?"

The blond smiled happily. "Oh, he's gonna be thrilled about that! Would you mind coming and saying hi to him? He really would like, die."

Adam smirked. "Take me to him. I'd love to meet him."

"Follow me! Kris! Kris!"

Adam followed the blondie through some tall grass all the way up to 'Kris' and came face to face with him, seeing him blush immediately.

"Kris," the blondie said happily, "I want you to meet...uh..."

"Adam," he said kindly, staring Kris right in the eye. The blondie giggled.

"I'm gonna leave you two be. I'll go get a pumpkin for Kim myself. Talk to ya' later!"

Once she left, Kris sighed, leaning against a tree nearby.

"Katy is so embarrassing sometimes," he said quietly to himself. "I'm sorry she went and interrupted you and you family. I say one thing about you looking good and.........."

Adam smirked. "It's fine, Kris. My kids are off probably fighting over who's pumpkin is better or something ridiculous like that. It's not like I have much to do! Besides, guys as cute as you can take all the time you want from my time."

Kris blushed again. "I like your voice. Um...you sing good."

"Katy told me."

"I love that song," he shyly said, "it's one of my faves. It was ever since Adam Lambert sang it on American Idol a few years ago on the year he won. Katy, my friend, my mom Kim, and I all watched him and voted like, every week after he sang that."

Adam smiled. I guess I could go on with this for a little while longer. Besides, I like making him blush.

"I think he was great, too. Really worked his butt off to sing and look that good on TV. What a guy, huh?"

Kris nodded and looked down at his feet. Adam took this as a chance to ask him out.

"Hey Kris....would you like to go out sometime?"

A bright smile graced Kris's face. "I'd love that. Maybe we could go to-"

"DADDY!"

Suddenly, Jessie and Ryan came running up to their father, excited looks on both of them.

"Daddy, we found the BEST pumpkins EVER over by this one bush. We hid them so no one can get them, but we need you to help pick them up. Besides, Ryan can't pick up a stinking pumpkin to save his life."

"Can too!" Ryan shouted back. "I just couldn't because your big head was blocking the sun's energy I use to be strong like Superman!"

"Superman isn't real, Ryan."

"Is too."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is-"

"HEY," Adam snapped, making the two be quiet instantly and face him. "Stop fighting. Now go to the pumpkins and wait for me there. I'll be with you guys in a minute."

Jessie looked at Kris and then rolled her baby blue eyes. "Oh great, you're trying to replace Dad again."

Kris turned and looked to Adam confused. "Who?"

Adam sighed. "Run along, Jess, and take your brother with you."

"I'm telling grandma, though!" Jessie yelled as she and Ryan left the two alone. Adam sighed.

"I knew this would come up," he said quietly. "My...husband died a few years ago in a car crash. Jess was 4 and Ryan just was born a few weeks before. Basically, every time I try to date someone, Jessie gets all defensive of him and makes me feel utterly guilty for even trying. I hate it."

Kris frowned. "Awww....she sounds like she just misses him. I heard somewhere that kids who lose a parent are usually paranoid about not having them be replaced. She might be like that."

Adam sighed and quickly wiped a small tear that had fallen from his eye before he continued.

"I guess so. Gosh, I just feel so...helpless at raising them. I'm not meeting their expectations, I'm not being able to give them things they should be able to have and enjoy, I'm starting to mess up my music career-"

Kris suddenly gasped, covering his mouth immediately in shock.

"Oh my gosh, you're Adam Lambert! The singer! I'm sorry that I totally just ignored you just then it's just that.....oh my gosh, I said all that about how I adored you on TV....oh what an idiot...."

For a moment, Adam chuckled.

"You caught me."

"Oh I'm sorry," Kris said, "I'm being totally insensitive. Screw all that for a moment. Adam, you just are still adjusting to living on your own. Two kids can be a burden. Gosh, I feel so sorry for you."

Adam sighed. "It's fine. Besides, I usually have people that look after them when I'm gone or something. I make it work."

"Would you mind if I helped?"

I'm going to give those kids giant bowls of ice cream later for this!

"I'd love that. Besides, I could use another cute pair of hands around the house....."

Kris blushed again, covering his face with his hands and letting out a loud groan.

"MY GOSH, WHY CAN'T I STOP BLUSHING?"

Adam giggled and patted his back. "It's fine, Kris. Cute, also. Well....I better go and see if my kids have killed themselves yet. Here's my number," he said, handing Kris a small paper with his number, "call me at noon tomorrow. I'll see if we can use some help then..."

Kris nodded and graciously smiled. "Thanks, um...I will call! Uh....see ya'?"

With a nod, Adam smiled, kissed Kris's cheek quickly, and then headed off in search of his two crazy children, leaving Kris to stare on all dumbstruck like a teen after his or her first kiss. He ran as fast as he could towards where he remembered seeing Jessie drag Ryan before. Soon, he came up near a big bush where Jessie and Ryan were playing around with a small grasshopper that sadly had chosen to lay under that bush this fine day. Adam smiled.

"Will you two leave the poor thing alone?"

Jessie raised her eyebrow while her little brother backed away from the small bug obediently. "But what if I don't want to?"

"Do you want to watch your brother eat mint ice cream just covered in warm chocolate syrup and little pumpkin sprinkles while you sit with nothing?"

With a look of horror, Jessie immediately abandoned the bug and flew to her father's side. Adam smirked, taking his daughter's hand as he walked over to where the pumpkins sat. Seeing the two big pumpkins his kids managed to find, Adam became impressed. They were big, plump, and looked full as heck of seeds.

"Wow guys," he said with a smile, "you both really did a good job at picking your pumpkins! I can't wait to seed all the seeds inside them tomorrow!"

"And I can't wait to have that boy over to help us!" Ryan exclaimed, barely missing his sister's slap she gave in response.

"Be nice, Jess, Papa picks good people. He said every boy he brings home loves us, no matter what, and I like people loving me, so don't be a meany to them!"

Jessie frowned, crossing her arms in frustration and snuggling into her golden hair.

"Of course you love everyone. You're just like Daddy."

Adam smirked and picked up the two pumpkins on the ground into his strong, freckled hands.

"And Ryan's good for being like that. Being mean isn't nice, and you know it Jessie. Kris, that boy, is going to come over tomorrow to help us carve pumpkins. Sound good?"

Ryan jumped up clapping, running happily through the tall grass as his sister dragged behind Adam sulking.

"He's a good one, baby girl," Adam whispered to his young daughter when he noticed a tear on her face, "I know he would've approved."

"We'll see."

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The next morning, the Lambert kitchen was full of the smell of warm pancakes, juicy bacon, chocolate milk, and the sound of the small family chatting happily around the table.

"I can't wait to show my friends my new Star Wars costume, Papa! I bet they'll be sooooo jealous!" he said eagerly, snapping a few bites of his bacon between breaths. Adam grinned at his little boy and ruffled up his smooth, dark brown hair, giggling when Ryan groaned and began to fix it.

"You'll be the talk of the town. How about you, Jess?"

"Huh?" Jessie said, popping out of some reverie she had previously been in.

Adam repeated, "How about you, Jess? Are you excited about showing your outfit to your friends?"

Jessie sighed. "I guess."

Ryan gasped and looked at his father. "She's not excited to be Madonna, Papa!!!!!! Are you sure she's related to us?"

"Shut  up, twerp!"

"Why should I, meany?"

"Kids," Adam said patiently, trying to keep hold of the situation before it went haywire, "calm down and eat."

"No! Not when you are trying to replace MY Papa!"

Ryan looked at Jessie confused. "Huh? Jess, he's our Papa."

"NOT YOURS, TWERP! MY PAPA DIED! 'BOUT TIME YOU FIGURE THAT OUT SINCE DADDY WANTS TO FORGET HIM!"

Adam stared at his daughter with his mouth wide open. Why the heck did she just tell him? Is my daughter TRYING to make my life harder? Angrily staring at her father, Jessie got up from the table, pushed her chair in roughly, and sped off to her room, her long golden locks swaying fiercely as she sped down the hallway.

"JESSIE, GET BACK OVER HERE!"

"NO!" Jessie screamed through tears, slamming her door hard enough that Adam could feel the house shake. He then turned to his little boy who was innocently looking up at him with his big eyes.

"Sweetie.....can you go to your room for a minute and play?"

"I had another Papa?"

Adam sighed and nodded. "Yes sweetie. He left to where your fishy went a little while ago just after you were born. I...I didn't want you to know about him."

Ryan looked down. "Oh. Um, Papa?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Do you need a hug?"

Adam smiled at his son and opened his arms wide, engulfing him tightly in his arms, feeling those two small arms wrap around his neck in that way he liked it.

"Papa?"

"Yeah?"

"Was he anything like me?"

Adam sighed and pulled back to see his boy's face. "He had the same hair as you. He also was a big, strong boy just like you who wasn't afraid to get a bit dirty or prettied up. He had Jessie's eyes and her smile. He looks like both of you."

Ryan gave Adam a big smile. "Is that bo-I mean, is that Kris like him at all?"

"I think so," Adam said, nuzzling his son close to him, "I also think that your sister will like him when she gets to know him."

"I hope so. He looked nice."

A big smile appeared on Adam's face, and he gently placed a kiss on his son's forehead.

"I love you, Ryan. You're the best little boy a Papa could have."

Ryan kissed Adam's cheek. "I love you too, Papa. And you are the best Papa a Ryan could have."

Suddenly stopping the father-son moment, Adam's cell rang. Ryan hopped off of his father's leg, grabbed the phone, and gave it to him with a proud smile. Adam thanked him and then answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey," the cute voice on the other line said, "it's Kris."

Adam smiled and hugged his son close. "Hey Kris. Um...why are you calling?"

"I know I was supposed to wait for you to call," he replied dorky, "but I, uh, kind of um...couldn't stop thinking about you."

So freakin cute. "Aww, no need to be embarrassed. Anyway, you kind of called at the perfect time. Jessie is having a little crisis and well....I may go mad if this goes on like it is."

Kris laughed. "I'll be on my way. Just keep your hair on!"

Adam and Ryan giggled. "My son and I apparently will try our hardest to! See ya'."

"See ya'!"

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"Jessie, please open up this door."

"NO!"

"Please honey, Kris will be over any second! We're gonna carve pumpkins and make pumpkin seeds and maybe play outside a bit.."

"I DON'T WANNA'!"

Grumbling, Adam stepped away from the door and plopped down on the couch in his living room next to his son with a great sigh. Ryan giggled and started playing with his father's hair.

"Need rest, Papa?"

Adam nodded. "I need someone to tame the lion in there."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed, "she's being a little crazy. I know she misses her old Papa, but why wouldn't she like a new one? It's not like he'd be angry that you found someone new. Besides, didn't grandma say that when a person is sent to replace someone who died, the person up in the sky wants them to have them?"

He's so smart. "Grandma is 100% right. It's just a little hard for Jessie, though, because she was so attached to him. Just like you are to me."

Ryan nodded intently. "I would be like Jessie if you had died. I'd be worse, though. You're too good of a Papa."

"Aww," Adam said, hugging his son tight, "you are so cute."

Suddenly jolting them from their conversation, the door bell rang. Thank God he's here! He ran as fast as he could to the front door, Ryan at his heels, and opened the door with a big smile. Kris was dressed handsomely in a nice brown turtleneck and dark skinny jeans that hugged his legs perfectly. Kris blushed.

"Ummm......hi Adam."

"Hi Kris!"

Kris giggled. "Um...you're wearing a robe..."

Adam froze and looked down at his outfit. He is soooooo lucky that clothes don't turn me on that much.

"Oh my gosh.......I'll um....be right back....um...yeah."

Kris again giggled, walking inside as Adam sprinted away embarrassed to where his room was supposed to be. He walked towards the kitchen when all of a sudden, Adam's little boy came up to him and grinned.

"Hi, I'm Ryan. You are that Kris guy my Papa was talking about, right?"

"Yes," Kris replied with a smirk, "I'm Kris. Can you show me where your sister is?"

Ryan nodded, grabbed Kris's hand, and then dragged him to the front of Jessie's door, knocking quickly on it before running away and abandoning Kris. Kris heard a few rustles of somebody in the room and then heard Jessie yell in a muffled tone "go away!" through the door.

"Can't you let me in?"

"Kris?" Jessie said confused, "Why are you here and why should I even open the door for a person that is trying to replace my Papa?"

Kris sighed. "Your father asked me to come over and because I'm not trying anything against your Papa. Can we please talk about this, Jessie?"

Jessie walked up to the door and opened the door slowly, her little face stained with tears and her eyes all red and puffy. She allowed Kris to come in, but gave him an angry glare as he sat down on her bed.

"Sweetie, why do you think your daddy keeps dating people even though your papa is gone?"

"He wants to forget my Papa by getting a new guy."

"Now," Kris said to Jessie calmly, "you've known your father your whole life. Do you think he'd actually try to forget your papa?"

Jessie shrugged and then wiped her face. "He barely cried when he died. He always was trying to make me not cry and he was being kept up by baby Ryan. I don't know why he didn't, though, since he's aways telling us to not hide our feelings. Really, the only time I remember him crying about Papa was the day that he died at night time. I had gotten up for a glass of water because my throat was dry from my crying and when I passed his room, I heard him in his room just crying like a baby. I know it wasn't right to listen....but it made me feel a bit better to know he missed him just like me."

Kris wrapped his arm around Jessie and held her close. "When did your father first date?"

"A year after he died," Jessie mumbled angrily. "His name was....Greg? He was sweet to me and loved being around Ryan....but he just wasn't a part of my family. I ended up breaking them up because I started to hate him so much. It happens all the time."

"Were you going to do that with me?"

Jessie let a small smile show. "Maybe. I actually like you better than a lot of them. You look pretty cute and my Daddy likes you a lot."

Kris smirked. "And I think you look adorable and I like your Daddy a lot, also. You know, my momma had a little saying that whenever a person dies, they usually send someone to help ease the pain and make the people affected get back to normal."

"My grandma said that before," Jessie admitted with a small smile.

"So, are you going to believe it?"

"...You know what? I think it's worth a go. Thanks Kris."

Kris smiled and hugged Jessie tight, seeing Adam's smiling and tear-streaked face at the door watching on.

"No problem, kid."

 He then let go and looked back to him, Jessie also looking on. Adam sighed.

"Sweetheart.....how come you never told me any of that?"

Jessie shrugged into her curls. "I don't know.......I never thought it would help anything."

Adam shook his head in disbelief as he sat down on the other side of Jessie, wrapping his arm around her. His little girl looked up at him and then hugged him tight with a warm and embarrassing hug that made Adam feel so loved.

"I'm sorry I never was nice to your boyfriends, Daddy. I guess I was just being a little stubborn or something. I love you."

With a tear filled smile to Kris, Adam placed a gentle kiss on his daughter's forehead and replied.

"I love you too, Jessie. Thank you so much for giving Kris a chance."

"You're welcome very much, Daddy. "

"Well if you guys are done with hugging everyone," Ryan said at the door with a cute smile, "I'd like to go carve my pumpkin!"

Adam giggled and looked to Kris and Jessie. "You guys ready to carve some pumpkins?"

Jessie giggled and nodded. Kris got up and grabbed her hand. "I'd say yes!"

"Well, let's go!"

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An hour later, the kids were sitting on the couch eating freshly made pumpkin seeds watching the Peanuts' Halloween special and Adam and Kris were just cleaning up the giant mess the pumpkins made.

"I never thought I'd say this, but pumpkin guts are more gross than a dirty diaper."

Kris laughed and picked up some in his hand. "Oh really?"

Adam nodded as he picked up some. "It's disgusting."

Suddenly, surprising him completely, Kris threw the pumpkin guts in his hand at Adam, hitting him smack dab on the head, getting it all in his hair. Adam gasped, making Ryan and Jessie turn around to see what was going on. Jessie began to giggle.

"I put 30 goldfish on Kris winning."

"40 on Papa winning."

"You're on."

All of a sudden, a pumpkin guts war broke out amongst the two grown men, pumpkin guts getting in their hair, their clothes, and practically everywhere possible while Jessie and Ryan watched on contently with confused looks on their faces. The orange gooey stuff soon covered the whole kitchen table and Adam and Kris completely. Finally, all the orange goop was all gone from where the papers were laid down for to keep the table clean and was now on Adam and Kris, who were laughing hysterically at each other's faces. Jessie rolled her eyes.

"Are you guys done getting all messy?"

Smirking at each other, Adam and Kris both grabbed a piece of the orange goop and threw it at her, laughing along with Ryan as she looked herself over, horrified to death.

"If you are always gonna' throw gross stuff at my sister and make her freak out, you can stay in our family forever!"

Kris giggled and looked up to Adam, who suddenly looked deep in thought. After a second of reasoning, Adam brought Kris towards him and kissed him quick, stunning Kris into pure shock and making his heart flutter out of his chest.

"How would you like to do that?"

"Huh?" Kris barely said, his voice weak and limp. Adam hugged him close again and smiled his bright smile.

"Stay with us forever," Adam said excitedly, "be my man."

Kris nearly choked on air. "You mean.....you want......be your....."

Adam smirked. "Marry me, Kristopher."

Not being able to even get air, Kris let out some weird gurgle of a noise and then sighed. Adam giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Is that a yes?"

Kris nodded frantically with a giant smile, being attacked by a big gooey Adam Lambert in a gigantic bear hug and was smothered by tons of kisses.

"I love you, Adam," Kris finally managed to say.

"That's Adam Lambert-Allen to you, mister!" he said with a giggle.

Who knew that pumpkins could complete a family?

~The End~

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A/N: Hey, sorry for late posting. Anyway, this chapter is kinda sad and scary. I'm sorry I did this to you guys {hides} but things must happen for my story to fulfill it's future, which will be happy.  just don't want to turn you guys away with sad stuff because well, you know how happy and fun this story can be! I just am kind of in a dead end on that issue. So, live with this chapter, and I hope to get the next part up ASAP. Enjoy =)
ETA: There is one scene were...I mention rape. JUST to warn you!


{Flash Forward: August 18th that year}

One day.

They only had one day before school started back up. But after a long summer together, why should they be sad about it? They had a crap load of sex (seriously, that's just expected), they spent all the time they could around each other, they constantly had days at the beach-Adam even got some sort of tan after a while-, and there was no homework to delay their time together. Yet one thing was kind of nagging them.

Bullies were coming. Screw what the teacher said about scared little freshmen. They weren't to be fooled.

If there were no bullies coming, then how come last year they were bullied? Huh?

Even with the promises of Ben, Allison, and Brad to protect them, the bullies didn't seem any less scary.

Who's to say that they wouldn't be worse this year?

Who's to say that they would even have some nice people?

Who's to say this year was going to be better?

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"Oh, you, Mr. Lambert, are sooooooooooo sexy to me right now. Screw waking up early, make love to me."

Adam laughed from under Kris's grasp. "One, thank you. Two, even if we screw waking up early, you still have to be home by midnight. Your parent's orders."

"Do you want me or do you want to be a goodie-goodie? You're choice."

"What happened to you this past summer?"

Kris smirked and nuzzled close to Adam's chest in that cute way he always did.

"I learned from my master?"

"You are truly something. Just look at you, being all fiesty and on top of me. Summer's gotten the best of you."

"I want you to stop talking and let me kiss those new freckles," Kris grumbled, kissing a few lazily that were on his chest. Adam then groaned, pushing Kris off and shaking his head no, but that was not to stop Kris's attempts. Kris got back on top of Adam and got close to Adam's ear, a dangerous look to his face.

"I'm three seconds away from just doing this myself, Lambert."

"Fine."

Kris giggled as he was rolled on his back, his lover smiling at his ever clever self.

"Love you, sweetie."

"Love you too, annoying SOB."

"WHAT?"

Adam smirked and silenced Kris with his lips. "Shush and enjoy our last summer night."

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One year.

It'd been one year since Kris had moved from good-ol' Conway to LA. It'd been one year since Kris had stumbled upon sitting next to Adam on the bus.

It'd been one year since true love was found.

Kris got on the bus that day like any other, his brother still waiting for the new Senior's bus to come to their house, and gazed around at the kids. He spotted Casey drawing a few pictures on her new notebook absentmindedly and Ben gazing out the window with a bored look. Then, finally, he saw him. Yes, Kris had seen Adam only a few hours before, but that didn't stop this moment from being as big as it was. He was sitting down in their usual seat listening to his iPod, totally unaware of Kris's presence. Kris walked right up to him, tapped him on the shoulder, and then smiled. Adam smiled back, his blue eyes glimmering brightly in the morning sun.

"Is this seat taken?" Kris said playfully.

Adam shook his head and shoved his backpack on the floor, patting the empty spot next to him.

"Not at all, cutie."

"Good morning, Adam."

"'Morning, Kris."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Ready for school?"

"Hell no."

"Want to make out before we get to school?"

"Hell yes."

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By the end of the bus ride, Jamie, Gabby, Allison, and Brad all had made it on the bus, all smiling and excited. The moment everyone got up to get off, the group of friends all seemed to meet up outside, regardless of how much they knew each other. Even Ben was welcomed into the group even though Brad still wasn't too trustful of him.Then Adam and Kris walked off the bus hand-in-hand, hugging everyone hello the minute they stepped on to the concrete. It looked like they'd not seen each other in years, but the group didn't care.

For once, they weren't the lowest of the low.

The group walked in and saw many unfamiliar faces in the halls. There were tons of freshmen this year apparently. Tons of very short, young freshmen that seemed totally unlike them when they were freshmen. Heck, they all looked like they could be in 5th grade, but nevertheless, the group moved on, picking up their new schedules and dispersing to their respective mini-groups. That is, everyone except for Ben, who had no little group in this friend clump. He was new to them. An outcast of some sort.

"Hey Ben," Adam said cheerfully, "you can hang with us until you get a few friends. I'm sure you'll find a few of them you'll become friends with, but you're welcome to stay with us until then."

Ben smiled and nodded, sitting on the bench Adam and Kris were sitting on and turning his attention to the schedule in front of him.

"Homeroom first period," Adam mumbled to Kris.

"Math...advanced next period," Kris replied, giving a slight nudge with his elbow to Adam, acknowledging his change from normal to advanced math this year. Thank goodness, we're in the same classes now. No more weirdo football players who think chicken feet are a good variable to use in an equation.

"Science next," Ben added, earning a few nods from the two boys.

"Social Studies fourth period."

"Lunch next," Ben said with a funny grin on his face. He isn't that bad when he's not trying to plot to kill you, Kris thought to himself as he looked at the next period.

"We have English after that."

Adam looked at the next one. "I have Spanish next. Kris?"

"Spanish," he confidently said.

"Latin," Ben said a bit disappointed. Adam and Kris looked at him, feeling almost worried about him.

"That is hard you know," Kris said to Ben, "the teacher is a wack-job."

Ben smirked. "I know Latin by heart. My grandmother speaks it only. I've picked it up. This should be a piece of cake for me, regardless of the teacher."

Poor soul. "Okay," Adam replied, smiling at the next subject. "Last period is Music. Praise the Lord, it's the last class this year!"

"Oh YES!" Kris shouted in glee. "Thank God."

Ben raised his eyebrow at the two. "Why are you guys so happy it's the last class?"

"Because it's the best class and always is fun," Adam replied. "Plus, we won't get any crap for what we sing afterwords! Yes!"

Setting down his schedule, Ben laughed and rolled his eyes at the two.

"Ya'll are crazy."

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"Attention class," their music teacher announced, "we are going to get rid of what they call 'sexual tension' this first week because we are all doing very sexy songs. That means that I'm expecting a very sexy song from every single one of you guys, and it must be good. Anyway, I suggest you people get started today! Oh, and may I say to you all, you can write one. I'm fine with that. Now go!"

Adam smirked and pulled Kris's chair close to his-enough that their arms were touching-and gave him a very deep kiss, tongue and all, before beginning. Kris looked at him, bewildered.

"Now what exactly was that for?" he said innocently.

"Uh...inspiration?"

Kris laughed. "You need no inspiration. Now are you singing Whole Lotta Love or what?"

Adam shook his head. "A song I head on the radio not too long ago. Let me just warn you," he said with an evil smile, "I'm gonna' play a little Love Game."

His eyes wide, Kris instantly realized what song his lover was going to do and nearly died at the spot. "No freakin way, Adam. Really?"

That devil smile gazed back at him in a taunting fashion that oddly ever appeared. "You think I can't win? Or do you think you can't win against me?"

"I'm thinking I won't make it through that performance that's what I'm thinking. You do know the lyrics to that song, right?"

"Yes," Adam said knowingly, "and they are perfect for this. Now shush up and worry about what you are doing for this, Kristopher."

Ben cleared his throat. "Um....can I sing Whole Lotta Love?"

Kris turned to look at Adam and then back at Ben. "You can sing that? Like, high notes and all?"

Ben blushed and shook his head. "I do my own version. It's acoustic. Eh, you'll see."

I'll still be sexier, Adam thought to himself as he quietly hummed along to the melody of Love Game. He then spotted Brad strutting down the halls with a sexy swagger going on and ran straight to him, snagging him just barely.

"Bradley, I need your help. I'm doing Love Game. You need to sing with me."Brad laughed. Heck, he freakin scoffed at Adam. "No mister, YOU need to create a song. I know the sex god inside of you is wanting to break out at help you create a song that will make Kris explode before you even start singing. Think deeply, Adam. Go ahead and let Gaga inspire you, but also add that Lambert touch I know you can do! And, if I must, I'll help with your little presentation. Oh, and don't tell Krissifer you switched. That's all going to be part of your little Love Game with him, sweetie," Brad said with a wink as he continued on his way down the hall. Kris wasn't gonna' know what hit him. Sexy song plus surprise equals minds blown.

 This was going to be perfect.

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That night, after the whole day had flown by faster than they could imagine, Kris and Adam retired to Kris's home and bedroom, both laying on Kris's comfy bed and resting while the TV played in the background.

"Hey sweetie," Kris said smoothly, "are you using Brad in Love Game?"

"Nah," Adam replied coyly, trying to keep an unsuspecting tone to his voice as he let his lie slip, "he chickened out. But I bet some of the girls join me. Heck, maybe Brad will turn around. Who knows."

"Why won't you use me if it's a sexy song?"

"Well, what fun would it be if I can't sing to someone? I have to direct my eyes to look at someone if I'm singing about sexy things like a disco stick. S'not like I can grab yours on stage in front of the whole class."

Kris's face flushed, clearly defeated by Adam's words, and then turned away from his lover's own face shyly to hide in the crook of Adam's neck. Adam giggled.

"Aww I'm sorry I made you all hot and embarrassed by that. C'mere and give me a kiss."

Kris came out of his 'hiding spot' and placed a small kiss on Adam's lips before scurrying back into his crook. It was enough to make Adam smile, and that's all that really mattered to Kris. The tender pull between shyness and playfulness. That was his shtick, and he pulled it off ever so well against Adam. It's what makes Adam Yin and Kris Yang.

Fact of the matter is that they work together through their balance of those two.

"I'm mad I can't spend all night with you like we could during summer," Kris said faintly, his mind drifting other places as he spoke. "I'd love to feel that smooth black hair in my hands as we make love in the dim morning light, only to wake up worn out in each other's arms during the bustle of mid-day activities with those blissful looks on our faces that we always have. That's what I want."

Adam smiled and kissed the side of Kris's buried head. "You sound so tired and out of it. But I love when you're like that. You're the cutest then."

"Whatever you say. All I know is that we have no troubles now. I like Sophomore school better than freshmen school. Don't you, Addie?"

Again, Adam was forced to smile. He slowly got up, letting Kris gently fall into his pillows, and placed a loving kiss to his forehead as he tucked the covers under his tiny body.

"G'night Kristopher. Go to bed."

"'Kay," Kris replied, closing his eyes until they were shut tightly over his chocolaty brown eyes. Adam then walked to the door, leaving silently as his loving boyfriend drifted into unconsciousness safely in the sheets of his own bed. He crept out of the Allen household and stumbled to his new car he'd gotten over the summer, putting it in gear and hurrying out of the driveway. Cool rain began to pour, and it hit Adam's windshield lightly in a tiny yet calm beat. Adam sped down the road to his house, pulling into the driveway with a tired and worn-out expression on his face, and walking into his house with the same exasperated look. He didn't even bother to go to his bed. Adam stumbled to the couch he had, plopping down on the comfy cushions with ease, letting the darkness overwhelm him and welcome him into a deep sleep.

Little did he know, a certain someone wasn't going to have the same kind of calm night. In fact, it wasn't going to be even a bit as nice as his.

All thanks to the psycho Crystal and her longing for revenge.

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Now, Adam normally was one to wake on his own, but on this day, he was awoken to the vibration of his cell phone rubbing against his kitchen counter. Lazily wiping his hand over his face, Adam turned to the clock to check the time.

4:30am. Great.

Stumbling over reluctantly, Adam snatched his cell from the granite counter top and unlocked the screen. There popped up 3 new messages from Kris. The first one seemed.....worried? Scared?

"Adam....there's something not right here...."

Adam then flipped to the next one, which, even though it was in the same size print as all the other texts, just didn't seem like Kris's writing. Adam read it intently.

"Adam, you better save me from this. Crystal wants revenge. I'm hurting from the pain of this."

What the hell does that mean?

The next text left Adam breathless.

"You could've stopped this. But you stayed asleep. Well, I hope you're happy with what you did."

Kris was in trouble.

He could just sense it.

Now, you would think that Adam would've just ran as fast as he could over to the Allen household to see if his lover was okay, but no, he didn't. Instead, Adam quickly dialed Ben's number, his heart pounding deep in his chest. Ben answered on the fourth ring.

"Adam, it's 4:30 in the morning! Why the hell would you-"

"Kris is in trouble. I just got a text that says I could've prevented something from happening. Ben, I think Crystal did something to him."

There was a slight pause on the other line, followed by the sound of other voices in the background.

"Adam," Ben replied calmly, "I'm glad you called me because my Dad's a police officer. That's kinda' why I'm so protective. Anyway, we're going over there to check it out. I suggest you come over, too, but you need to wait for us if you get there earlier. That person may be armed. Tell you're parents you're just heading out to his house and get over there."

Adam shivered at the thought of his poor baby being held at gunpoint and toughly responded by saying "See you there." and hanging up.

When it came to stuff like this, no one was going to knock Adam freakin Lambert down.

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Ben arrived at the same time Adam did, both getting out cautiously to examine what was going on. Suddenly, a few more police officers other than Ben's father pulled up, all holding their guns tightly to their side in case that person was still there. Ben gulped at looked up at his father.

"Dad, make sure Kris is okay. Just get him the hell out of that place."

Ben's Dad nodded and motioned for a group of officers to head on in to the house. At first look you could see how the guy got in. He simply picked the lock and opened the door, apparently not caring to close it. The squad waked on in.

And then there was noise. Noise of men yelling for someone to get down on the ground and leave something alone.

"That something they're talking about is Kris," Adam said to Ben. Ben just nodded and kept his eyes glued to the front door, his eyes fiercely scanning the rest of the house.

Suddenly people were walking outside. Kris's parents and Dan were being sneaked through the back door to safety by another group of officers, not one of them looking un-harmed by this incident. Adam ran up to Kim and hugged her, feeling her warm arms wrap around his neck and hot tears trickle on to his shoulder from her worried eyes. He looked at Kris's father Neil then and saw sheer concern behind his tough appearance. He was worried for Kris. Hell, he seemed a few seconds away to running into that house and saving Kris himself. Just then, Adam felt his phone vibrate. He released Kim from his hug and took his cell out to check it. An unknown number was calling. Adam answered it, seeing Ben's father and a few cops trying to hear it too and find a location of who was calling.

This 'unknown caller' just had to be trouble.

"H-hello? Who is this?"

The person on the other line snorted as if this was funny.

"Who could it not be? It's Crystal, you big buffoon! And I'm not that happy with what you just did."

Adam heard Ben's father gasp and saw him motion for a few guards to go around to the back of the house. He then read the words "she's back there" off of his lips and froze.

"Hey jerk, answer me!"

"What the hell is your problem, Crystal?"

"Problem?" Crystal mumbled quietly to herself. "I have no problem with myself. I have one with you and how you have Kris."

"So you hurt Kris? And when the heck will you just get over it?"

He heard Crystal groan. "Never Adam. And I hurt him so that he can be mine."

"Like that would work."

"Oh it will. You'll see someday."

The sound of the officers then filled the other line, and Adam heard the other cell phone drop and the sound of a loud shriek come from where they were. It sounded like they had tazered her and that they had gotten her, and that was music to all their ears. They brought her out a few minutes later, struggling to stop her from fighting now that she had gained her senses back, and slammed her to the ground to handcuff her. Adam walked over to her against his better judgement and stared her square in the eye.

"Leave. Us. Alone."

"Screw you," Crystal replied. "Besides, I already had sex with him! So did my friend in there! Hell, I'll have his baby!"

I'll take that baby from you, too. "And do what with it? Use it as currency so you can get new clothes in jail?"

"Ha. I ain't going to jail!"

Ben's Dad rolled his eyes. "You're partially correct. You're not going to normal jail. You're going to jail a jail for psychos like you. Oh, and you'll be in a straight jacket, so good luck trying to get out!"

Crystal shrieked and kicked an officer in the leg. "NO! LET ME GO!"

Adam waved at her as she was thrown into a dark van that had pulled up moments before and got taken away. Then, the guy from inside was brought out, blood on his ripped shirt and his nose broken. Good job fighting, babe. An officer then ran up to Ben's father and spoke.

"Sir, the boy in their needs to be taken to a hospital. Come with me, please."

Ben's father, Adam, and Ben himself all followed-Kris's family being too fragile at the moment-and came through the door. They made their way to Kris's bedroom to find Kris laying on his bed, a towel covering his lower half of his body and new bandages covering his forehead and neck. Adam rushed over to Kris and just looked him over in horror.

"Kris...are you okay? What did they do to you?"

Kris slowly focused his gaze on Adam, a lone tear falling down his cheek.

"Bad things. And no..I......" Kris broke into sobs at that moment, barely saying "oww" as the tears fell. The sound of an ambulance filled their hearing, and soon EMT's were rushing in, pushing everyone aside to help Kris. Adam the whole time kept by his side, though, murmuring quiet words of re-assurement to him as the paramedics worked to help Kris on to their stretcher safely. Kris just kept crying, not even caring that he was hurt or that he was being talked to by a bunch of worried EMTs, He was too freaked out by what had just happened.

He had just gone through the worst experience he'd ever been through.

God knows that he hated every minute of it. He came because his body naturally reacted to it. It's not like he wanted to. Who would when a girl and a guy who you absolutely hate start forcing you to make love? Not even make love, but just have sex like that. Pure sex without love. He had tried to go against it, hoping that someone would come in and save him, but no, no one did, He was left to the dogs, you could say. The whole time he had prayed Adam would come to his rescue. He practically begged in every tear that he cried when Crystal's friend penetrated him brutally, holding that cold and hateful knife to his neck, promising it would all be over soon. By that, Kris thought he would either stop soon or that his heart itself was going to stop. Much to his bittersweet luck, he survived, only to be forced into pleasing the girl who he hated the most. He would have barely pleased her, making her just barely come, but that all changed he moment Crystal's friend brought out that knife again.

Basically, he just wished Adam had stayed with him that night.

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"I'm so sorry baby," Adam said through tears, "I shouldn't have left. I should have stayed and protected you. I-""Shush," Kris said in a whisper, "it wasn't your fault. Trust me. No one could have prevented what happened. Yeah, maybe if you had stayed I wouldn't have been as hurt, but they still came, Adam, and you may have been hurt by them too. I would've hated that."

Adam sighed and looked into Kris's brown eyes sadly, seeing the pain that he was trying to hide clearly. It hurt him, and that was the thing he hated the most. Pain was not a good color on Kris.

"You want me to get you something to eat from the cafeteria?"

"Um...sure. Can I have ice cream?"

Adam smiled and got up from Kris's bedside, wiping the tears away as he left the room. Kris sighed.

I hope Adam doesn't ask me to have sex with him any time soon. All he knows is that they hurt me. He doesn't even know a thing. Gosh, why didn't they just kill me?

Moments later, Daniel walked in, his face a bit grim and sorrowful. Kris sighed.

"I'm alive Dan, you don't have to be all sad."

"You just got raped Kris. I think I have the right to feel worried for my little brother."

Kris rolled his eyes. "I ain't that little."

"Kris, I'm turning 18 this year. Next year I'll be in collage, far from where you can reach me. You're always going to be my little brother because you always rush to my side when you need help. Blame mom for having you last."

"You are so weird," Kris said quietly, "but I love you. I'm gonna miss you, Dan. Sorry I'm snapping at you about this. I guess I'm just being shaky."

Daniel smiled and patted Kris's head. "Forget it, Kris. It's fine. Anyway, um...are you gonna ever tell Adam about what happened? He really should know before you guys get into it and then you chicken out. The dude has feelings, you know."

"Adam is a big boy. He can respect if I ask him to not do something. All I have to do is tell him I'm not in the mood right then and he'll settle for a cuddle. Happens all the time. Besides, he can get out all the sexual tension when we get back to school and sing our 'sexy' songs. It's as simple as that."

Just then, Adam walked back in carrying a little bowl of ice cream in his hand, smiling at Dan as he entered through the doorway.

"Hey Dan," he said a bit more cheerfully than before "why are you here?"

"Oh, just to say hi to Kris before I head back home. Um.....see ya' Kris."

Kris nodded and managed to wave back, his face falling a bit. Adam plopped on a chair next to Kris's bed and dug a spoon into the nice chocolaty cream, holding it out for Kris to eat.

"Taste it, sweetie. It's delish."

"I bet," Kris replied, taking the small portion of the ice cream into his mouth and savoring the flavor of it's cool and smooth texture. Adam smiled.

"You like that, don't you?"

For a moment, Kris was okay and was about to answer him. Then, it all came to him and hit him like a giant wave.

"Oh Philip, you're making Kris all hot and bothered. I think you should go harder. He's not feeling it yet."

"Yes, I agree. K-kris, you're going to enjoy this."

"No, no please! Owwwww! Ah!"

"You like that, don't you? Yeah, don't ya'?"

 "Kris!"

Suddenly, everything seemed real again, and Kris noticed Adam worriedly looking into his eyes in search if what was wrong. Kris took a big deep breath and then let it out in a big sigh, preparing himsef for telling Adam about this.

"Sweetie, we need to talk."

Adam nodded and intently looked at him.

"Crystal and that loon.....they....they raped me, Adam. That's why I'm hurt."

Kris saw the fear and concern sweep through his eyes as his mind processed those words.

"Oh my gosh. Kris.....why didn't you or somebody else tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry," he confessed, "and you seemed too stressed about what happened for me to feel safe with you learning of it. I just wanted you to not be scared out of your mind."

Adam sighed and kissed Kris's forehead gently, seeing the small flinch Kris tried to hide oh-so-much and wanting to cry.

"Never not tell me something like this, Kris. Never."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I know you were thinking with your heart on that one. Its just that your mind wasn't thinking when it should've. You know what, though?"

"What?" Kris said back weakly.

"I think it was sweet of you to do that. Even though I am mad that you didn't tell me earlier, I really am happy of how you were thinking of me the whole time. I promise, Kris, that we will work though this together until you can be 100% well again. I'll hate them for the rest of my life for doing what they just did to you, but that's not something to think about right now. Right now we need to focus on getting you well again and back at school with me and the group. Okay?"

Kris smiled and reached out his hand to feel Adam's warm and beautiful face under his shaky palm. As their skin met, Kris sighed. Adam's face seemed so much more inviting and just full of care and compassion. It could make him cry just by his touch. So soft and pretty.

 Just then, Adam slowly bent down and carefully kissed Kris on the lips, ignoring Kris's flinch this time completely. He slowly just kept the kiss going, praying that Kris would feel less scared as it went on. Suddenly, Kris pushed Adam away, immediately looking away from his face and just huddling in his bed. Adam gulped and stepped back a bit, giving him some space.

"Kristopher? Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Kris still didn't look at him, but he replied.

"We went too far too fast just then, Adam. Short kisses are all we should do for now, if any. I just.....don't feel safe...kissing you."

And as much as that hurt Adam to think about, he knew it was true. They needed time.

Luckily, that was a time he was willing to take.

Stupid Crystal and idiot loon with her. Oh well, at least they're going to be with their straight jackets and not with us for hopefully a while.

 I just hope Kris won't be like this forever.

To be continued.....

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PS: Guys, I want you to know that I just really am in a corner about this situation with actually doing something other than lovey-dovey stuff. I want you to know that as a writer I do have to make conflicts and a plot, and even though I guess I may have gone a bit too far here, I do have to make a little *drama* within this story. Crystal isn't a kid on the playground who takes your swing. She's bad, and I had to do something about her. I also have to use some sort of drama or else it'd be pointless to keep writing this story. DRAMA IS PART OF THE FIC, and I really feel like I get yelled at or have readers that I ry to please turn away and not comment or go on. I feel guilty and sad when I do that. So, anyway, I'm gonna be like Adam was on the AMA's and say that although I'm not sorry I wrote it-considering the good that will soon happen because of this-, but that I am gonna be more...careful next time. I'm open to any suggestions you may have for me about what to do next time, so please tell me if you have any.

Many glittery hugs,

G-Rock <3