Omg I just read this all at once!

Loved it! &hearts

yey! This!

They start liking each other more and more. They are both terrified, they have no idea of how that happened. But they just can't stop.

I just... kinda want a fic with two people who don't seem to have much in common being hopelessly attracted to each other. Also, Sutan! =D

Are you asking for fic based on the movie ? Or just in general?

It wasn't that funny, but it was the principle of the thing. So he waited patiently until Adam had finished his plead (complete with wide eyes and hopeful smile), waited another beat (for theatrical impact) and then burst out laughing in his brother's face.

On the other hand, the way his brother's face went from I-charm-reporters-and-old-ladies, to the special sourly murderous expression he had tailored specially for Neil over the years, was totally hilarious. He walked away cackling.

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Adam sent the entire cute and small portion of the gang to plead his case, of course, because he was a persistent opportunistic fucker. Figures he'd become a pop star. And as callous and sarcastic as Neil prided himself to be, he couldn't quite make himself yell at Sasha, or be truly cutting to Isaac.

He fumed at his apparent inability to be mean to anyone who couldn't reach his chin height wise, and berated himself over going soft. Next he'd be waving to the fans and calling people honey, ugh. He decided that if such a thing ever happened, he'd throw himself over the roof; he'd rather die with dignity than live in shame and glitter.

His thoughts of death and glam were bleak enough so that, when Tommy's turn came to try to convince him, he made a grab for his emergency hurtful comments (a little generic speech he had spent years shinning and sharpening up. He was secretly very proud of it), and went all in before a sound could come out of the bassist's opening mouth.

By the time he was done, he was a little winded, and trying desperately to stamp down on a feeling growing in his chest, that was suspiciously similar to guilt. Tommy was looking at him, all huge doe eyes that spelled 'you hurt my feelings!' clear as day, and what the hell, since when did eyes talk anyway. Neil was about to tell Tommy exactly where he could shove his feelings when the bassist just turned around and walked away.

Dejectedly.
Yeah, that was guilt alright.

Well, fuck.

Kurt from Glee?? YES PLEASE!!!
http://i54.tinypic.com/14wswo0.jpg is now my desktop pic lol

It had been a long, long time since his and Adam's arguments had escalated enough that they got physical. But when he saw the way his brother was walking towards him, he knew exactly how this one was gonna play out.

The worse part was this should have made the whole thing even, but he couldn't stop feeling guilty for having insulted Tommy, because he was almost certain that it was Taylor that went running to Adam with the whole story. He had seen the little twerp eavesdropping.

Tattle Taylor, chanted his inner 10 year old, and then he was too busy trying to not get his nose busted, and punching Adam back.

Not in the face though. His dad'd kill him.

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It hadn't taken long for people to come separate them, Neil spitting angry and Adam trying desperately to free himself from Monte and jump him again.

As Adam started to calm down, Neil took a few deep breaths to regain his cool, calmly dusted of his t-shirt (his brother fought like a little girl, and they always ended up rolling in the ground), then faced him square on, and rolled his eyes with as much disdain as he could muster.

He smirked with unholy little brother glee when Adam howled with rage and tried to launch himself against him again. By now a few security guys had come by, though, and they were keeping Adam firmly restrained.

It was beautiful.

Then Monte got on his face, half parental disapproval, half heavy metal guitar playing bad-ass mother fucker, and enunciated clearly "Walk. Away".
Neil was a little scared. So he did.

He was almost around the corner and out of sight when Adam screamed "YOU ARE FIRED! YOU HEAR ME? FIRED!! GET YOUR FACE OFF MY TOUR"

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A few hours had gone by, sound check was over and done with, and though Adam was obviously still fuming, he had lost the murderous glint in his eye. Neil deemed it safe to approach, so he went to him, phone in hand.

The moment Adam saw him, his eyes went narrow and cold, and he pursed his mouth in that ridiculous there-shall-be-epic-tales-written-about-my-holy-rage way of his. Neil hated that expression. He kept silent, though.

"What are you still doing here? I told you I wanted you gone" he said with a venomous hiss. 'you hurter of Tommys' Neil's mental Adam completed.

Neil just limited himself to offering his brother the phone.
"Mom wants to talk to you"

Yup! The one and only. And that pic is what prompted this prompt. *chinhands and looks at pic*

This!! there-shall-be-epic-tales-written-about-my-holy-rage

Cause you know when he gets pissed that is the way it is... and OMG Neil hurt Tommy's feelings.... and he feels bad!!!!

This is all win... *chin hands and hearteyes* I will be waiting for more over here....


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:DDDDD that's awesome! glad i could ~inspire you LOL

I can't be the only one who wants Adam/Tommy/Kurt, can I? I know that's greedy, but come on! THAT level of hot is off the chart! Hmmm....

He was making himself a sandwich at the catering table and feeling rather self-congratulatory, when he saw Adam stomping towards him. He was still clearly angry, but there was something distinctly triumphant in his eyes.

Uh oh.

Adam reached him, looked at him for a heart beat and smiled this terrible, cruel smirk. Then he offered him his cellphone back.
"Mom wants to talk to you", said Adam and then turned and walked away with a self satisfied, evil smile.

Neil took a moment to brace himself before slowly raising the phone.

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All this anger couldn't be good for his blood pressure. He was going to be driven to an early grave, he was sure, and with his last breath, he was going to make it really clear that this was all. Adam's. Fault.

And Bush's. But Neil was spiteful enough to leave that part out.

He was about to go looking for his brother for a lesson of sarcasm and pettiness when he was intercepted by a pale, shivering Cam, who looked like she was about to pass out where she stood. There were some zombie movies where the zombies looked healthier than her.

"Hey, I heard. Thank you for doing this" She said in a feeble little rasp, and then burst out coughing. It was all very Dickens, dying of consumption waif and all, and Neil could almost hear a lone, wailing violin playing in the background.

Half a dozen responses went through his head, but he finally went with just "Uh. Yeah", because he didn't have the heart to snark at her. Also, going by the way she looked, she might drop dead any second, and he didn't need that shit on his conscience.

"Well, then, let me show you how it goes a bit" she rasped, and started to make her painful, quivering way to the keyboards.

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Monte marched up to him and handed him the change of clothes Adam wanted him to wear, which were of course, the tightest, campiest, glitteriest things he owned. Neil though he was gonna pass out of humiliation for a single, terrible second and was about to comment when he got a good look at the guitarist. His mouth snapped shut with an audible click.
He looked all doom and thunder and I'll-shiv-you-with-a-pick, and since death by Monte seemed a bit of a more urgent problem than the copious amount of glitter on the outfit he was holding (what with death trumping passing out) he reached out silently for the clothes and then held them with a minimum of face making.

As soon as he started getting dressed, Monte walked away without a word, face as tight as when he showed up. Neil didn't feel any better for having him gone, though. Monte seemed to have deemed him a despicable Tommy Hurter too, and he wasn't terribly certain that he was going to outlive his usefulness to the band.

He was standing by chair in an relatively tranquil, half hidden nook behind the stage, indulging in a good sulk and feeling sorry for himself. He glared balefully at the stupid piece of furniture; his pants were so tight he couldn't even think of sitting down, less he endanger his reproductive capacity.
He though the whole thing they had forced him into was a bit much as way of penance; Tommy was a grown man, after all. Then again, he had never really gotten why there was such a collective neurosis for keeping pandas alive, so what the hell did he know.

By the time he looked up, it was already too late. Sasha was at his left and Terrance at the right, blocking him in, and when the hell did that happen? And in front of him...

... in front of him was Sutan, long fingers lazily twirling a make-up brush, smiling mouth and cruel mirth in his eyes. He shrank back, but there was nowhere to go, and this was not part of the deal. He looked to the left and to the right, looking for allies and help, and realized, to his horror, that he was surrounded by Tommy activists. He was doomed.

But he'd be damned if he went down without a fight.

He got as far as "you are mad as well as stupid if you think..." before Adam emerged from behind Sutan. Neil was sure he'd been there and hiding all along, looking and waiting for the moment where his entrance would have a maximum dramatic impact.
Neil had told their parents that so much theater couldn't possibly be good for an impressionable young mind.

Adam had a phone in his hand, and a crazed, malignant look in his eyes.

"Mom wants to talk to you" he said sweetly, handing the phone over. "And just in case you are wondering? This was her idea"

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Suffice to say, they had to bodily drag him to the dressing room and forcefully hold him down. Oh, the indignity of it.

There was glitter spray (for his hair), and glitter gel, (for his hair), and more glitter gel (for his cheekbones), and a dozen other things he didn't even know the names of. He had resisted at first, but Brooke had kept him in a half Nelson long enough for him to get the message; this was going to happen, whether he wanted it or not.

He was gunning for manly and stoical, and he almost had it when the time for the eyeliner came. As Sutan started sharpening the pencil, Neil finally broke.

"OK, look, I get it, I was wrong, I'm a bad person, but please don't poke my eye out, please" he was babbling and he knew it, but he was a desperate man. When Sutan did nothing but raise an eyebrow, he felt himself break out in cold sweat "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll apologize to him on my knees, I'll beg for forgiveness. But he'd never want this! Tommy would never wish for me to loose my sight to black eyeliner!"

Sutan looked startled; his eyes went wide and he lowered the pencil. Neil felt a ray of hope start to shine on his heart
"What? No, wait. What?"

And then, Brooke had him in a full Nelson and Sutan went livid.

"What. Did you do. To Tommy?

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** reviewing less and less. Sorry about that, but I'm falling asleep here.

<3 I have LOVE for this... I will give you cookies,puppies the internet and Unicorns... This is AWESOME!!!!!!!!

I like pissed Sutan... kinda sexy... you don't mess with his Tommy... you just dont, LMAO


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Let's keep our fingers crossed that it'll inspire a nonnie author.