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Adam glanced at the mirror, attempting to fix his hair for a moment before giving up and letting it be messy like always. He picked up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, wincing as the strap rubbed across the sensitive skin. He paused when he heard the tv mention an artist, a favorite of his.
“Rising teen star, Lucifer Morningstar, has taken the internet by storm with his current surge in popularity. Despite only being 17 he already has millions of devoted fans”
He wouldn’t admit it, but Adam was secretly one of those devoted fans. He was one of his inspirations and motivations to keep practicing his own music. Aaaaaaand…he was also kinda cute? Adam shook his head and grabbed the remote, turning off the tv, before heading out the door for school.
He laid his head on his desk as he waited for the bell to ring to start class, though he usually slept through his English homeroom anyways. He was starting to doze off when a tall and lanky strawberry blonde walked into the room. He walked over to Adam, wearing an obnoxiously pink crop top and shorts, how he didn’t constantly get dress coded was beyond Adam.
“Fuckin sleeping already? What are you, hungover? Or maybe you had a hot date last night?” Anthony wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Adam just flipped him off, why did he call this kid his best friend again? He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts when he felt a stinging pain on his shoulder as Anthony clapped his shoulder. He gave an involuntary and not very manly yelp, “ow fuck!” The blonde raised an eyebrow and lifted the sleeve of Adam’s shirt. His eyes widened and he gaped at his shoulder. “Holy fuck, babe, your ma’s gonna KILL you” Adam rolled his eyes, pulling his sleeve back down, covering up his fresh tattoo, a pretty sick guitar with angel wings. “Yeah yeah, it’s not like she’s gonna see it, just can’t wear tanks.” The teacher walked in and started class.
Adam sat at the lunch table, opening his bag. He would’ve been happy with just a school lunch, but his mom always insisted on making him one instead. He loved his mom, but he always felt she tried too hard, overcompensating because he’s adopted or something. He bit into his sandwich when Anthony sat down next to him, slamming his tray on the table.
“Have you seen the shit they try to call pizza here? Honestly it’s an insult to Italians” He exaggerated his words with the iconic angry Italian hand gestures.
“Have you seen how much they get paid? I wouldn’t give a shit either” Adam took another bite of his sandwich. Eugh, bologna? He really had to tell his mom how vile he found the lunch meat.
“I guess…hey this dude I fucked gave me a couple tickets to the music festival, wanna go with me?”
Adam shrugged, not like he had anything going on, and he could never get money to buy anything like it for himself. “Sure, who’s playing?”
“Fucked if I know. I think there’s like a chick called Roo, a dude who calls himself Lucifer, how edgy, and a shit ton of others.” Adam felt a jolt of excitement at that, but quickly masked it.
Adam finished getting ready for the festival. He wore a black sleeveless shirt with a ram skull on the front and some black ripped jeans. He threw a jacket on to cover up his tattoo just until he got past his mom. He made sure he had his phone and wallet and left his room, hoping to sneak past before his mom saw, but he wasn’t so lucky.
“Don’t forget, curfew is 11.” Adam nearly jumped out of skin as the tall woman appeared behind him “fuck!”
“Language.” she looked at him sternly.
“Yeah, sorry sorry, be home by 11, I know” Sera grabbed her son and kissed his forehead. “Stay safe, don’t talk to strangers”
He groaned and tried to push her away. “Mooooomm, I know, can I please just go now?”
“Yeah okay, bye, love you” Once she released him Adam quickly went out the door, sending a text. He clicked on the contact “Angel”. Back in middle school some kid had started a rumor that Anthony did all sorts of drugs, and he just embraced the nickname Angel Dust because of course he did.
He made his way to the festival grounds, spotting Anthony and hurrying over, “Yo, took you long enough, bitch”
“Yeah, sorry, my mom wouldn’t give me a break” Speaking of his mom reminded him of his sweater. He took it off and tied it around his waist, he saved up and paid good money for that tattoo, he be damned if he wasn’t gonna show it off.
Lucifer stood in his room touching up his makeup in front of a mirror because acne was a bitch. The room they let him use was nice as hell, with the comfiest couch his ass had ever touched, but hey, that’s what coming from big money gets you.
He finished up his makeup and grabbed his violin, giving it one last check to make sure it was tuned right. Definitely not the most conventional rock instrument, but he liked to think that’s what made him different from everyone else.
His phone went off, signaling he had to hurry up. He gave his snake a pat before hurrying out of his room with his violin. As he walked he pressed the ducky sticker that started to peel off of his violin down, trying to get it to stay.
While focused on the sticker he was suddenly pulled into a kiss by his girlfriend. When he registered what was happening he kissed her back for a moment before pulling away. He loved Lilith but he absolutely fucking hated when she did that before he played, it messed up his whole routine.
“Thank’s Lily but I gotta-”
“I’m pregnant” He nearly choked and just stared at her for a long while. “I- I’m sorry?? You’re not- how did- you’re joking, right??” He barely managed to sputter out a sentence.
“No, i’m completely serious” She looked down at him without a single trace of a joke on her features.
“I- how?? No, don’t answer that, I know how, but I- you thought now was a good time to tell me this!?? I’ve gotta-” he was cut off by his manager calling him. “I- goddamnit, I gotta go now, we’ll talk later” He ran off and finished getting ready.
“Goodnight everybody, thanks for coming!” He finished off his show, he really hoped the audience couldn’t tell that his mind was absolutely going crazy the whole time. He hurried off stage and started to run to his room. He knew he should really talk to Lilith, but he needed time to gather himself, to actually think after getting thrown into all this face first.
He was running and accidentally ran into someone. “I- fuck- sorry!” was all he said as he picked himself up and kept running.
Adam was walking past the concessions with Angel. The concert was absolutely fucking amazing, and he metally reminded himself to somehow pay Anthony back. As they were walking he was looking at the blonde as he talked with him, when suddenly someone short ran straight into him. Before he could see who it was they had already apologized and ran off. “What the hell?” He questioned for a moment, a bit disoriented, before shrugging it off and went back to talking.