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Epilogue ~~~ As the Lambert parents chatted with the teen psychiatrist, Tommy nervously held Adam's hand in the waiting room. It was unbearably bleak and the air was stuffy and humid, coating lungs. Nervous twitches and annoying habits occurred with each individual, a symptom unique to each person, each diagnosis. Tommy crossed and uncrossed his legs, chewing on his nails and making a face when some of his chipped nail polish stuck to his tongue. He sighed anxiously, turning to face Adam with big brown eyes. The raven looked back, sweeping over his face. "Adam I—," the blond began, biting his lip. He blinked back tears of frustration

Accidently In Love Chapter 1: Mistakes It wasn't soupse to be like this......  It all started as a game.... a game we played all to well... Then I did one of the stupidest things anyone can do. I fell in love with him.. but he doesn't love me.... and now..well now.... he may be pregnant with my kid.... I don't know anything about being a father, let alone if he wants me to be around or not.... This is all fucked up, and it is all my fault I waited patiently outside the  bathroom....sitting agianst the wall, tapping my foot and humming a joyful tune to get everything off my mind...for the moment... one little marking can change our lives

The life of Tommy Joe Ratliff Chapter 1: No where fast Disclaimer: Decided to make a lot of changes that are different from my other writings. Something that no one (I think) has really done before, Sorry it has taken for ever for any update period. It was pretty hard with school wrapping up, and my laptop breaking. But I finally convinced my dad (by not telling him at all) that I can download this open office thing so I can update while my laptop is getting fixed, and as always; review and tell me what you think... and I DO NOT OWN Adam Lambert or Tommy Joe Ratliff, or any other person who happens to pop up in this story... No matter how

Adam's POV: We laid out squishy blue yoga mats on the bamboo floor of the studio. It was the smallest of the three rooms at the studio, so it felt a little more cozy than the two bigger, more open rooms. "Let's just stretch our hips a little bit while I explain the dos and don'ts," Serene said, sweeping her blue bangs out of her face. She sat on her yoga mat and put the bottoms of her feet together and put her hands on her bent knees. "Are you actually a yoga teacher?" Tommy asked curiously, mimicking her position. "No, but I've been doing yoga since I was 17, so almost nine years." She grinned and began describing how hip opening stret

Moving to a new school isn't easy, if you have ever changed schools you would know. That's me. I'm Tommy. Tommy Joe Ratliff. I am the new student at KK high. I am not really sure if I am gonna fit on here. I mean look at me. I wear eyeliner, have black nail polish, and I have platinum blond fringe. One thing I've learned from high school is that getting lost is easy and you need to pay attention when you are walking in the halls. And if you dont pay attention.....Before I could stop it a mess of paper was all over the place. "Hi" I said bending over to pick up the mess of scattered paper. "Hi" he replied, bending down to help me. "I'm T

Don't forget, Adam. Never forget. Glitterbaby, that sure as hell ain't gonna happen. Maybe we'll meet again in the future? Nobody knows, Tommy Joe. Nobody knows at all. "I'm going to audition for American Idol." My mom gave me a look of surprise and laughed. "Adam, sweetheart, you're not serious, are you?" She asked, nearly dropping the pile of clean plates she had in her hands. My father eyes glanced up at me from behind his newspaper, then disappeared again. What did my parents have against this possible experience for me? "Of course I'm serious. Being on Idol would give me the chance to expand my career in singing. Besides, I want to

"We'll miss you." Those were the last words I heard from my parents as I boarded the bus, heading for my new school. Bermington High School wasn't a private school, but they provided dorms and meals for any of the students that requested it on their entrance slips. My parents signed me up for that program, partly because they wanted me to meet some new friends, and they were kind of tired with having me in the house, being that I was homeschooled for part of my life. I stepped onto the bus, looking at all the other teens who were possibly going to be my classmates. The bus driver smiled at me and extended a hand. "Name's Peter. Glad you deci

Tommy's POV: First days of school are great. Usually. Not when your first day of school is three months after everyone else's. Especially when you're different. I was definitely different than most of the other high schoolers. Six piercings in one ear, skinny jeans, eyeliner, nail polish, and long hair shaved on one side and pink on the other was not the usual look for a junior. I parked my car in the giant school parking lot. I grabbed my messenger bag and was about to get out, but as I reached for the door handle, I paused. No, I couldn't do this. Nope. Not happening. If I couldn't find friends in my old school, what were the odds o

The Stone building looked like it could’ve touched the sky. It was an old, yet new looking schoolhouse. Still up and running, in fact; the high school of West Grove. It was on top of the hill, you could see the beautiful houses below. The autumn breeze filled the air…it was the beginning of November. Adam took a deep breath as his mom dropped him off. He had to change schools, his dad got a new job and forced them to move to West Grove. He thought it would be a piece of cake; but now that he was standing on the sidewalk and seeing all his soon to be peers walk in the school yard mad him a little eerie. It was different from his