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Oneby Jess |
God, I feel awful. I ache all over, Bono thought, alarmed that he couldn’t even move his legs. My shoulders, my head, my face, my arms…I can’t even move my bloody legs...everywhere, PAIN. Adam…God, Adam…tell Adam I love him. Someone tell Adam I love him…please. Bono, comforted to hear the sounds of Adam moving next to him, passed out from exhaustion, his hand resting on Adam’s. The sunglassed driver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio as he waited for the light to change. He then sighed, glancing over at his companion whom was staring out the left passenger side distantly, his cigarette smoldering between his talented fingers. "Adam?" Adam mumbled incoherently, his words drowned out by the sound of heavy rain against the windshield. "Adam...it's okay...sometimes people don't stay sober right off the bat…I’ll…I'll help get you clean again and you and Larry can work this all out…" Adam turned around, the shadows hiding the dull gleam of sadness in his eyes. "Bono...I fell off. After so many years, I’ve lost it. And I don't know how I'm ever going to make it up to Larry...to myself…" He trailed off, his eyes glazing over with thought. The singer bit his lip, "It was just an argument, Adam…you and Larry have fought tons of times before-" “Not like this, Bono…you just don’t know…” The slow light finally changed to green, and Bono sped ahead, his erratic driving seemingly under control for the time being. He ran his tongue along his lips, deep in thought. Adam exhaled with a sigh, the smoke twisting into the air and fading. I feel so bad for him...Bono frowned, and I can’t drive with my mind all muddled up. At the next intersection, he pulled the car off the road and onto the gravel. He stopped the car as Adam turned to him, an uncertain look crossing his face. “What are you stopping for?” Bono stared down at the steering wheel, removing his tinted glasses, then looked up at Adam, his blue eyes watery. "Look, Adam I understand where you’re coming from…at least, I’m trying to, and I’m sure Larry and Edge would like to help as well if you’d just…please let me help you, Adam..." He paused, closing his eyes to regain his train of thought. "No one can help me...you guys tried to help me last time and I fucked it up…" Adam hated to see Bono this upset. "Adam, just PLEASE...don’t BE like this…I’m TELLING you I’ll stick the long haul to get you through," The singer staring at Adam intensely, his eyes begging Adam not to shut him out. Adam's face fell, and he gave into the emotion. “Bono, I’m fucked…please…help me.” “I will…just let me…” Before Adam knew what he was doing, he had leaned forward and locked his lips with Bono’s. Adam's eyes closed, and Bono, stunned, blinked several times. He found himself returning Adam's kiss. Returning it… He broke the kiss quickly with a sharp moan. Shoving the car into drive, Bono jolted forward, scattering gravel and peeling rubber as he tore off madly down the road, the tears flowing freely down his face. Adam fell back into his seat, shocked but not sorry for what he'd done. Yet he'd upset Bono... "…Bono. Slow down! I've got to talk to you! Bono…shit…SHIT BONO! Please! Hey, slow down! Lemme explain…" But the singer only drove faster. The radio began playing another song that both instantly recognized: “Is it
getting better The car veered off the road, spinning and finally screeching to a halt, knocking both passengers forward as they hit their heads on the dashboard. Adam was instantly out cold. "Adam," Bono hissed in a cracked whisper to the slouched over figure, a cut on his forehead bleeding profusely. "Adam, no…please...Adam, I love you...wake up…please…" |