Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Seventeen, Joking Around
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]

Summary: Adam gets rid of Becky and the couple head to the basketball game.





“Okay, dude, you need to get some fucking gla—”

“Shhhh,” Adam cut him off, “Becky’s here.”

“WHAT!?” Jesse gasped.

“Dude, shut the fuck up,” he muttered before raising his voice. “No, of course, sweetheart, there’s no one here.”

“I’m not you’re fucking sweetheart. Wait, are you dating Kylia?”

“Yes,” Adam whispered. “We can leave for the game just as soon as the police get here, Kylia.”

Throwing his voice into as high of a pitch as possible, Jesse responded, “Police? Why are the police coming over here, cupcake?”

“Cupcake?” he shook his head, before raising his voice again. “Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart. Why don’t you run down to the corner store and pick up something for tonight?”

“Wha—” Jesse coughed before throwing his voice again. “You need extra small, right, sugar?”

Adam punched his friend’s shoulder, “Quick, hide before Becky sees you.”

As asked, the keyboardist hurried back to his car and backed out of the driveway, heading down the street to park and wait for Adam’s crazy girlfriend to leave. Adam didn’t bother to close the door, instead remained where he was as the police car pulled up onto the concrete driveway. Leaning on the doorway, he watched the two uniformed officers approach, a slight smile on his lips.

“The bitch was in my bed last I checked, frigging herself,” he stated.

The cops nodded, heading into the house. Adam didn’t bother to follow them, didn’t really care about what they were doing with her, what she was doing with them, just as long as they got her out of his house. Instead he fished out his cell phone and called his girlfriend.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted. “I just have to take care of one little thing and then I’ll be right over to pick you up.”

He barely stashed his phone before the cops led his crazy ex out of the house. In handcuffs.



Even with his arm protectively circled around her waist, Kylia was petrified. It wasn’t like she had never been in front of groups of people before, afterall she was a teacher and children were harsh critics. But never before had she been surrounded by them, all of whom seemed to have cameras, pointing at her and Adam, pointed at her. She knew who Adam was, but that still didn’t make this any better.

Once they were inside the Staples Center she relaxed some. Adam pulled her aside from all the bustling of the arena, his lips brushing her temple lightly. Her eyes darted around nervously, noticing and recognizing other celebrities go past. She really didn’t fit in there. She was tall, skinny, blond, and beautiful. She was just a —

“Baby?” Adam’s voice interrupted her internal worries.

“Adam, I don’t belong here with all these beautiful people,” she muttered. “I can’t sit with you courtside with all these models and—”

“You’re right. You don’t belong with all these people. You know why? Because your beauty truly outshines theirs because it comes from deeply within, baby,” he kissed her softly. “That’s why you don’t belong here. Everyone is going to be so jealous of you.”

“Adam, all those people—”

“Do you want to leave? I’m sorry that you don’t feel like you’re ready for this. We can leave, sweetie. Go watch the game on TV at home,” he offered.

Her eyes went to his, holding them steadily. Slowly her gaze wavered and she shook her head. He kissed her softly again, his hand enfolding hers. Tenatively he stepped back into the slow line of people headed into the arena. He could understand why she was so nervous, especially since he had been his first time as well, hell his first season. But then again he was born for this, she was just kinda shoved into his spotlight.

They made their way to their seats. Kylia’s palm beagn to sweat as she clutched his hand even tighter. A few of the regulars greeted Adam. The couple got comfortable in their seats, Kylia never once releasing his hand. Her brown eyes darted about, never fully settling on anyone, almost like she was afraid she would be accused of staring.

“Relax, baby,” Adam breathed, kissing her briefly. “It’s fine. We’re just at a basketball game with a few thousand other people.”

“Yeah, some of whom are so famous that—”

“Hey there, Adam,” a very familiar voice interrupted.

Kylia couldn’t help but gasp as she looked up into iconically crazy eyes.

“Hey, Jack,” he smiled, wiggling his hand out of Kylia’s to shake the actor’s.

“And who might this pretty little thing be?”

Her mouth dropped open. Jack Nicholson thought she was pretty? Had he gone mad? She knew the kinds of girls he had dated before. They were pratically concave when compared to her.

“My girlfriend, Kylia Monroe,” Adam introduced her.

Watching as Jack Nicholson lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, Kylia could not believe it was real. None of this was real. She wasn’t sitting courtside at a Lakers game, surrounded by celebrities and paparazzi. She wasn’t. Clearly she needed to pinch herself and wake up.

“Pleasure to meet you, Kylia,” he flashed her a cheshire grin. “My daughter, Honey, is with me tonight. Maybe the two of you could—”

“Jack, your daughter is seventeen,” Adam interejected. “Kylia’s ten years older.”

“So? Women still have things to talk about at these things,” he commented, slipping into the chair next to Adam.

“Um, I’m okay, thank you,” Kylia said shyly. “I kinda like basketball.”

Both men turned and looked at her, seemingly a bit surprised to hear such a thing.

Her cheeks flamed red, “I mean I don’t know a whole lot about it. But it is kinda fun to watch.”

Adam patted her knee reassuredly, “Just enjoy the game, sweetie. Don’t let Jack frighten you at all.”

Jack laughed, “Honey, you’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s Adam who does.”

“How so?” the singer turned his eyes away from his girlfriend.

“If you don’t keep a firm handle on this filly, I may just have to steal her away,” he winked. “And I’m not joking around this time.”