I thought that love was in the drugs
But the more I took, the more it took away
Adam had had to come to some personal revelations recently.1. He really was not very happy with the Launceleyns.
2. He was maturing, as disgusting as that was.
3. He was-- he was in l-- he was..
He could do this.
3. He was in love with Peter.
As much as 2 and 3 terrified him, they were still true and could help him with 1. Eventually. Sort of. He wanted to tell Peter that he loved him anyway, had to to stop the words banging around his brain like a ricocheting bullet - but he also knew the closer they got, the more chance he had of extracting his boyfriend from what was seeming more and more like a dangerous group every day.
But he was Adam Pikely. If he was going to do something so dramatic for the first time, he had to do it right (no, he had never said the dreaded words to his wife, not until after they had divorced. It had only been true in the platonic sense, anyway). It was going to be big, it was going to be sexy, it was going to knock Peter's socks off.
And hopefully at the end of it, Peter would say it back.
He had ideas, but Adam was not all that crafty nor creative, so he hoped he could gather the skills of some of the townspeople to help out. He would take more a directorial role, at least until he had to step into the limelight (and everyone else would fuck off) to invite Pet in for the night of his life.
There were 4 hours until he would come over and a lot to do. Adam stood in the doorway to his home, tapping his foot and wondering if this was a mistake. He'd asked about, told friends to bring themselves and anyone else they knew who could help with decoration, romantic words, writing, cooking.
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Come help Adam set up a romantic evening!
4 spots, anyone can join! (except for Peter for it is a SECRET SURPRISE)
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And I could never get enough
ADAM
