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I wrote something \o/

He wants to scream, he wants to yell, he wants to do so many things that people think aren’t Kris-like but actually are, because now he’s done something that isn’t Kris-like at all. He’s figured something out on his own.

The first thing he does is call Adam. When Adam doesn’t pick up, Kris closes his phone and throws it down on the couch. Before long, he’s lying next to it; blanket covering every inch of him, so only his face is exposed. No matter what Adam may say, there are advantages to being short.

Then, for the first time, he thinks about his decision. He’s not the type of person that thinks much into things, he tends to see them as they are, but tonight he’s in a thinking sort of mood. He’s made a step in the right direction. He’s not so sure where it will take him, or if he actually is going in the right direction, but he figures that that’s what being an adult is all about. He thinks, with a small smile, that his mama would be proud. He’ll have to call her too, in the morning.

It gets to be that time of night, the one where half thoughts take control, and everything seems so perfect and sweet and right when he thinks about it. Kris looks out of his living room window at the night sky, sprinkled with faint stars. It’s pretty, maybe even beautiful, not that he would ever tell anyone that. Charles would never let it go. But it’s true. He’s always liked looking at the stars. Before, during other special fuzzy night times, he used to think about Katy being the stars and Adam being the sky. His world wouldn’t work without either of them. Katy, bright and shining, his focus and center, and Adam, dark and mysterious, full of unexpected things. Beautiful too, but in a different way. He supposes that that analogy doesn’t make much sense now, but he doesn’t quite mind. The thoughts he thinks at this time never quite fully form anyway. He falls asleep, phone making a sizeable indent into his cheek.

When he wakes up, the sun has barely risen. He looks at the clock. It’s not even eight yet, but he has to get up. He’s got a meeting at nine across town, and Katy had subtly implied that he should be out before then, because she needs to get some of her things before going back to her parents’ house. Nothing is finalized yet, but in Kris’ head, it is.

He’s just poured himself a cup of coffee when his phone buzzes. He tries to remember who would be calling him, because he’s been to all of his appointments, when it comes back to him. Oh. Oh. Fuck. It’s Adam. He’d actually called Adam. He looks at his coffee mug helplessly. It stares back, telling him to suck it up and answer, because he’s the one who’s called. He knows. Half nervous and half excited, he picks up the phone.

“It’s nothing.” Kris says before he can stop himself.

“Oh,” Adam says, not fazed, “Okay, so, what’s up?” Kris hears some bustling around in the background.

“Actually, man, it is something, I need to tell you-“

“Wait, Kris, could you call me back later? I can’t really talk right now.” Kris realizes what the noises in the background are when he hears someone calling for Adam. It sounds like Brad.

“Okay, well, yeah. I’ll…I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye.” Adam says, and hangs up, leaving Kris staring at his phone. He looks out at the sky. The sky is cloudy, and there are no stars left. He finds it fitting.

Date: 2010-04-22 07:29 pm (UTC)
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rereading it, the tag kill me now please totally works

Date: 2010-04-22 07:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Say some words. You know what I think is cool? Quin. She is cool.

Date: 2010-04-22 07:48 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-04-22 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oops. I spelt that wrong. Quinn. But not the one at our school.

Date: 2010-04-22 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Did you notice my spelling of spelt? It's British

Date: 2010-04-22 07:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
House is a good show.

Britain is awesome.

Date: 2010-04-22 07:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Lily Allen is from Britain

Date: 2010-04-22 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Your fic was good too

Date: 2010-04-22 08:42 pm (UTC)
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:( But...b...bu..but...NO!

Please tell me there's more? And that this gets fixed? And that Kradam ends up all happy and cuddly under a bright sunny sky, PLEASE?!

Oh, and I loved it.

Date: 2010-04-23 12:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'd love a sequel with a happy Kradam ending:)

Date: 2010-04-24 12:44 am (UTC)
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aw, this is sad, but i like it. a lot.
i'd be happy with more, but i actually think this works really well by itself; it leaves the reader wondering and the way you ended it is really realistic, imo.


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