Chapter Text
*Prologue*
The day…well late night started out normal when he woke up, the jet lag still heavy on his mind as he searched blindly for his phone which had started to ring abnormally loud in the dead silent apartment, curses muttered half asleep still as his hand finally wrapped around cold glass and hard plastic and he brought it closer to him from where it had been teetering on the edge of his high bed, relief running through his mind that he wouldn’t have to replace the glass front once again after the last time he had fallen asleep on the bed with his phone beside him.
Pressing the accept button, he glared at the phone trying to see the time before he shifted the cold surface against his ear and mumbled a death threat which was created with a bright laugh before it cut off quickly as words started to spill through to his hazy mind.
‘’Club’’
‘’Fluffy pink things’’
‘’Hot guys’’
Confused he pushed himself up half asked on to an elbow as he frowned to his pitch black room and shook his head clear, the bright voice still ringing in his right ear as he squinted through the darkness trying to work out and remember how he had managed to find his way home and let himself in after drinking so much. Sighing loudly, he dropped back and let his arm not holding the phone drop over his face as the other voice laughed again.
‘’Silly boy drank too much’’
‘’Learn your lesson next time’’
‘’Shame about those pants’’
By the time he had located the neon flashing lights of his alarm clock, the call had ended and his scarily awake and alert friend’s voice had finally let the ringing in his ears subside back to a soft silence which he took in for a few minutes, his chest rising and falling slowly as he moved his arm and rubbed at his eyes before he rolled over and stretched out across his large bed, the softness of silk against his warm skin made a soft growl of content and happiness escape his lips as he wormed his fingers around the covers again and pulled them up over his shoulder tightly and buried his face back in to his pillow, his mind and inner voice telling himself that he was glad to be home and in his own bed again but the demon on his shoulder laughing at him for going straight from the airport to his friends favorite bar where they carried on drinking to celebrate his success on getting the promotion in work.
Shifting again with a heavy sigh a few moments later, he decided that sleep was not going to come back to him again as he turned back over and pushed his hands in to the soft mattress as he sat up, bones creaking and groaning under their tough attack of being cramped on a plane and one too many bar stools and booths. Settling his feet down on the hard wooden flooring, he wiggled his toes against the coldness before standing, legs of sleeping pants falling down to pool at his feet as he took slow steps away from the safety of his cocoon where he spent most of his time when alone and wanting to relax.
In the space of the minute and half it took him to leave his bed and cross the room and hallway to his bathroom, he had walked in to… his desk, desk chair, his small couch which sat to the left side of his doorway in a little alcove, the lamp which stood next to it to offer light when he curled up with a good book and finally the door itself from where it stood half ajar, another wonder to how he got home as he always closed it fully when taking himself to bed.
Bright florescent lights greeted him harshly as he stepped inside and his fingers found the switch on the tiled wall to the middle left, four and a half inches from the door frame and six and a half inches from the counter top which wrapped itself around two walls of the large bathroom, a large spa bath sat directly in the middle of the white and black room, a shower taking up a corner of the bathroom, the glass sides reaching from the ceiling to the floor and held four power jet shower heads which helped to get rid of every ache and tight knot in his muscles. To the right of that on the wall was a five rack, self heated towel rack which held three different towels ranging from soft to rough, depending on how he was feeling.
Next to the bath stood a small stand which held different bottles of sweet smelling things, bath salts and ointments which kept his skin soft yet still held the manly roughness he liked. On the middle shelf held a small black stereo, an IPod stood on the dock which never left the bathroom, filled with calming and soothing music which helped him to relax, below it on the next shelf was where he kept a small basket of bottles which he would collect when he went to different hotels. On the shelf above his music was where he kept the book which he read while relaxing in a bath sometimes, the cover slightly tatted and dog-eared from the many times it had been read and thrown about, surviving the many times in which he had moved since he was a teenager let alone the couple of times which he had accidently dropped it in to his water. On the very top is where he liked to keep a collection of candles, the only brightness in the otherwise calming room with its red’s and oranges, pastel pinks and dark purples, colors which often reflected his moods and added to the atmosphere which held in the bathroom.
Bare feet sticky against the tiled floor from where warm met cold, he made his way over to the bathtub, eyes staring down at it and fingers tapping against his pants leg before he turned and walked towards the shower instead, his mind doubting on the ideas of falling asleep in the water, he wasn’t going to risk accidental drowning at age twenty-four, no, he would play it safe and bath I the shower instead.
Hand on the metal handle of the glass door, he pulled it open and pushed it wide before he turned and walked back across the room to where the sink was, sat deep in a marble counter top, he reached out across it’s surface and flicked a switch on and waited. A few seconds went by before soft music started to play from the spears beside his bathtub and the soft hum of air condition kicked in before it went silent almost as if the power was still switched off before he turned and dropped his sleep pants and boxers and walked across the tiles and in to the shower where he pushed the door closed again, satisfied when he heard the gentle click of it being shut completely with one hand while he reached out with the other and turned the dial on the wall which started the soft trickle of water to fall out of the shower head above him before the familiar pattern of it raining down started up and the drowsiness of the jet lag and drinking started to fade away quickly ready.
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Letting his still bare feet guide him across his lounge, the wood cold but muffled by the still warm buzz from his shower, he headed in to his kitchen where the desire of coffee over took him, the drink he often turned too when his body craved the caffeine which was often lacked in his daily diet of fresh foods and organic smoothies and juice drinks. Dressed in black jeans which hugged his long legs nicely, curving over his ass perfectly, an free flowing white shirt dangled from his shoulders and around his sides from where he had left the buttons undone still, the need of doing it up nowhere close to being needed at the time of morning in which it was, the last he saw from the quick glance of his alarm clock as he dress read only 5:38am, the numbers blinking at him as to say go back to sleep, instead he had turned his back and was now fiddling with the machine which sat in the corner of the spacey kitchen and dining room conjoined, separated by only a breakfast bar which stopped halfway before it continued in a slight wall, the space filled with different photographs and messy hand drawn pictures from his young godson. Smiling to himself as he glanced at the newest addition, the messy black and pink scribbles which was supposed to represent himself sat between a photo of him and his parents and a photograph of him with friends and his said godson at his birthday party the year before, the memories which was still bright in his memory as well as the folder which sat on his desktop computer.
Coffee made and poured in to his favorite mug, he stepped through the silent house and turned the key in the door with ease before he pushed it open and stepped out in to the back yard, the night air was warm against his skin, patio cold under his feet before he made his way over to the deck set which was set out under the three space heaters and sat down on the large bench, his back pressed against the arm and back slightly as a foot rested on the edge of the seat and he sipped at the hot liquid as a shallow breeze teased the damp ends of his hair around his eyes and ears before settling again. Everything was calm and collected…nothing seemed to break the strange silence which had coated the place like fog out at sea; the birds were silent as was the roads close by. It almost made him feel like that there was nothing out there, that it was just him alone in the world, the last man standing…in his case, sitting, just sipping at coffee as he watched the sky as it changed colors.
In a way he felt like he was in some silent movie, just watching everything move in front of his eyes as he smiled and continued to sip at the strong drink.
Blues…purples…reds…oranges…pinks…each moment passing added to the color in the sky, clouds forming and disappearing as soft yellow tints started to appear, arms folded against his chest, coffee cup discarded on the table top, he smiled to himself as he heard the first bird song of the day, a soft tune which reached his ears before a few more added to the song, before long a car would pass before it turned to another two and so on before the sound of early morning traffic of people going to work could be heard and the world crashed back to being billions and no longer just the last man standing.
Gathering his cup in to his hands, he stood and shivered slightly from where he was still in the soft shade before he turned and padded back in to the kitchen again, leaving the door open wide as he placed the cup in to the sink to be washed up later once he had made himself some breakfast, heading through the hallway to turn back upstairs and finish getting dressed, he paused… eyes on the floor by his door where a bright green envelope sat on the mat, stepping closer, he slowly crouched down, fingertips touching the edge before he picked it up and stood again. Turning it over in his hands as he headed back upstairs and in to his bedroom, he dropped it down on the bed before walking to his windows and opened them fully, his eyes taking in the view before he turned and sat on the soft bed, the silk making him side slightly as he leaned back and picked the unmarked envelope up again, turning it over, he slipped his finger under the flap and ran it along until it was opened and pulled out the folded piece of card.
Opening it, he read through all the information with a slight frown before re-reading it through again a few times until he closed it again and turned it over to see the inscription on the back in stark black cursive font.
Adam Lambert
Alice