Post by Adrien | Adam on Feb 8, 2018 19:39:42 GMT -5
(Credit also goes to Izzy Roxx for this piece)
Date: Thursday, February 8th, 2018
Cameras: OFF
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sounds of tapping come from the fingers of Adam Sanders, rhythmically drumming on the steering wheel of his 2001 Honda Accord. He glances at the clock on the dashboard, showing that the person he is picking up should be here any minute now. Adam isn’t dressed up a whole lot, just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He glances at the doorway a handful of yards outside his car window, waiting for the sea of people to emerge from it.
Adam: “Any minute now…”
Adam was all smiles. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, everything was going right. There were no doubts in his mind about what was his life. He had everything he could ask for: friends who were by him every step of the way, the young lady he was about to pick him up making him feel like he was special, and the WCG Long Beach Championship belt that was sitting in the backseat of the car.
His heart rate increases as he hears a bell ring. A side effect of a wrestling career where a bell ringing could mean a lot of things or just knowing what follows this bell ring, even he doesn’t know. As he begins searching the crowd for the person he was looking for, realizing that trying to scan a large group of people for someone who is only five foot three isn’t the easiest thing to do. Finally, he spots her, fighting her way through the traffic to get to Adam’s car.
A few moments later, Izzy Roxx opens the back door of Adam’s car, throwing her backpack onto the back seat next to the Long Beach Championship Belt with a groan. She’s wearing a black t-shirt and a matching pair of shirts. The bright green streak is still set in her otherwise dark hair.
Izzy Roxx: “Ugh! Double algebra, man…”
The young wrestling hopeful makes her way around to the passenger seat, leaning in to give her boyfriend a kiss as she takes a seat. Adam kisses her back, still getting used that this was becoming a regular greeting between them, not that he has any complaints. As this happens, Izzy takes the opportunity to whisper in Adam’s ear.
Izzy: “They’re still jealous of me…”
She jerks her head towards a group of attractive girls standing together a few feet away, glaring towards the car. Adam assumes one of them is the Hayley Westerveld that Izzy has mentioned many times, presumably the tall blonde who seems the most disgusted by Adam and Izzy kissing in his car. Adam glances over at them, still quite surprised at all of this and laughs.
Adam: “...over me? Are you serious? I still don’t understand.”
Izzy: “Yeah. They wouldn’t have looked at you twice before, but because you’re MY boyfriend and I’m a ’nerd’, suddenly you’re hot, and ’could do a lot better’...”
Izzy accompanies her words with eye rolls and air quotes, revealing what she thinks of the entire situation. Her annoyance at the whole thing is clear.
Adam: “I’m just as big a nerd, so I don’t see why they are acting that way. None of them would have even acknowledged my existence before I got my title. You did. But you know what will piss them all off?”
Izzy: “What?”
Izzy has a cross between bewilderment but at the same time, feels as though Adam was about to pitch a bad idea to her. Adam, however, has an evil grin on his face as he glances back at the championship belt sitting in the backseat of his car next to her backpack.
Adam: “My title belt is right there. A little gloating and throwing that in their face could make them even more jealous. Just pick it up and hold it up out the window. Bet they get mad.”
Adam keeps smiling as he reaches in the backseat for his title, handing it to his girlfriend. She doesn’t seem as impressed.
Izzy: “Nah, dude. That’s kinda lame…”
Adam shakes his head, knowing he tried something. Izzy shrugs, but keeps the title on her lap, looking down at it wistfully. The West Coast Genesis Long Beach Championship...it seemed unreal she was touching this title belt, to begin with. She runs her fingers along some of the engravings on the title belt, her aspiring wonderings somehow escaped her mouth.
Izzy: “Wish I had one of these…”
With how much time he spent saying those exact words to himself, Adam can completely empathize with how she was feeling. But if it could happen for him, it could happen for her. It was only a matter time, he thought.
Adam: “You will. I know you will. I never thought a day would come where I would have one. But you know...you helped me believe that I could. When we spoke before my match…”
Adam twists the key to his car and shifts the car into drive. He’s begun getting used to driving this particular commute at this point that he stopped having to rely on GPS to find his way to Izzy’s house. Once they get at a stop sign, he glances back at Izzy, who is still staring at the title belt. She had been silent for a couple of minutes, prompting Adam to speak up just to check in with his girlfriend.
Adam: “You okay?”
Izzy has a mischievous smile on her face as she replies. It was the same one she wore when she first kissed him backstage at a West Coast Genesis show with the cameras rolling.
Izzy: “Yeah. I’m fine. I just saw they spelled your name wrong here.”
Adam’s eyes widened. He stays at the stop sign a moment longer to look at the title belt, quickly putting the car in park. He had the belt in his possession for almost a month now and he never noticed this before. He has the title belt back in his hands but it looks like it just reads “Adam Sanders” on the nameplate like it should.
Adam: “What?!?!”
Adam is still unsure what is going on. His confusion is quickly cleared up by Izzy’s response. Her lip quivering because she wants to let out so much laughter.
Izzy: “Yeah. They spelled it ‘D-O-R-K’. ‘Cause you ARE one!”
With that, the brunette breaks into barely contained laughter she was holding in so desperately. She unable to even sit upright from all the laughter.
Izzy: “Dude! Your face! The look on your face!”
Adam had a look of utter shock on his face, which Izzy found highly entertaining. Of course, the Michigan native is now shaking his head in embarrassment that his girlfriend was able to trick him. Dork has taken on a new meaning for Adam since this relationship started. It used to be what people would call him to demean him, marginalize him. But with Izzy, it’s endearing. It’s like he would feel weird and unsettled if she wasn’t calling him a dork. He liked being a dork. He’s her dork, after all.
Adam: “Yeah, you got me.”
Adam puts the car back into drive so he can continue transporting Izzy back to her house, only taking a few minutes before he was able to reach their destination. He pulls up in the driveway, next to her parents’ car before switching the car to park and disabling the car’s engine.
Adam: “How much homework they give you today?”
The brunette grimaces at the thought of all the homework sitting in her backpack. Her expression pretty much answers it for him, but she verbalizes it anyway.
Izzy: “About five metric tons. And that’s just for Algebra class."
She looks up at her boyfriend expectantly. His eyebrows were raised when he asked the question like he had some sort of idea.
Izzy: “Why? You wanna go somewhere?”
Adam shrugs his shoulders. He looks back at Izzy, trying to give her a reassuring smile.
Adam: “I was going to suggest a video game thing at my apartment. But your homework does need doing. We don’t need that teacher getting mad at you again. I can help you with it if that helps any.”
Adam was confident there was nothing that backpack a nerd like him couldn’t easily tackle with Izzy. Video games could wait. He can be patient enough to do that.
Izzy: "Yeah...I’d like that. We can play video games after..."
Then, almost to herself, she adds.
Izzy: “Stupid advanced classes…!”
Adam: “Yeah, I took those when I was in high school too. At least it made it so I didn’t have to take too many classes in college. So hey, it’ll be worth it. Come on, let’s knock it out so we can game.”
Izzy nods her head as Adam exists the car first. The first thing Adam does is grab Izzy backpack out of the backseat. As Izzy digs for her house keys, she holds out her hand, and Adam pulls her up. He puts an arm around her as they head into the door. This might have become routine to Adam at this point, but he was enjoying every single second of it.
Here we go again, infatuation
Touches me just when I thought that it would end
Oh but then again it seems
Much more than that, but I'm not sure exactly what you're thinking
Well, I toss and turn all night
Thinking of your ways of affection
But to find that it's not different at all
Well, I throw away my past mistakes
And contemplate my future
That's when I say, what the hey!
Date: Thursday, February 8th, 2018
Cameras: OFF
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sounds of tapping come from the fingers of Adam Sanders, rhythmically drumming on the steering wheel of his 2001 Honda Accord. He glances at the clock on the dashboard, showing that the person he is picking up should be here any minute now. Adam isn’t dressed up a whole lot, just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He glances at the doorway a handful of yards outside his car window, waiting for the sea of people to emerge from it.
Adam: “Any minute now…”
Adam was all smiles. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, everything was going right. There were no doubts in his mind about what was his life. He had everything he could ask for: friends who were by him every step of the way, the young lady he was about to pick him up making him feel like he was special, and the WCG Long Beach Championship belt that was sitting in the backseat of the car.
His heart rate increases as he hears a bell ring. A side effect of a wrestling career where a bell ringing could mean a lot of things or just knowing what follows this bell ring, even he doesn’t know. As he begins searching the crowd for the person he was looking for, realizing that trying to scan a large group of people for someone who is only five foot three isn’t the easiest thing to do. Finally, he spots her, fighting her way through the traffic to get to Adam’s car.
A few moments later, Izzy Roxx opens the back door of Adam’s car, throwing her backpack onto the back seat next to the Long Beach Championship Belt with a groan. She’s wearing a black t-shirt and a matching pair of shirts. The bright green streak is still set in her otherwise dark hair.
Izzy Roxx: “Ugh! Double algebra, man…”
The young wrestling hopeful makes her way around to the passenger seat, leaning in to give her boyfriend a kiss as she takes a seat. Adam kisses her back, still getting used that this was becoming a regular greeting between them, not that he has any complaints. As this happens, Izzy takes the opportunity to whisper in Adam’s ear.
Izzy: “They’re still jealous of me…”
She jerks her head towards a group of attractive girls standing together a few feet away, glaring towards the car. Adam assumes one of them is the Hayley Westerveld that Izzy has mentioned many times, presumably the tall blonde who seems the most disgusted by Adam and Izzy kissing in his car. Adam glances over at them, still quite surprised at all of this and laughs.
Adam: “...over me? Are you serious? I still don’t understand.”
Izzy: “Yeah. They wouldn’t have looked at you twice before, but because you’re MY boyfriend and I’m a ’nerd’, suddenly you’re hot, and ’could do a lot better’...”
Izzy accompanies her words with eye rolls and air quotes, revealing what she thinks of the entire situation. Her annoyance at the whole thing is clear.
Adam: “I’m just as big a nerd, so I don’t see why they are acting that way. None of them would have even acknowledged my existence before I got my title. You did. But you know what will piss them all off?”
Izzy: “What?”
Izzy has a cross between bewilderment but at the same time, feels as though Adam was about to pitch a bad idea to her. Adam, however, has an evil grin on his face as he glances back at the championship belt sitting in the backseat of his car next to her backpack.
Adam: “My title belt is right there. A little gloating and throwing that in their face could make them even more jealous. Just pick it up and hold it up out the window. Bet they get mad.”
Adam keeps smiling as he reaches in the backseat for his title, handing it to his girlfriend. She doesn’t seem as impressed.
Izzy: “Nah, dude. That’s kinda lame…”
Adam shakes his head, knowing he tried something. Izzy shrugs, but keeps the title on her lap, looking down at it wistfully. The West Coast Genesis Long Beach Championship...it seemed unreal she was touching this title belt, to begin with. She runs her fingers along some of the engravings on the title belt, her aspiring wonderings somehow escaped her mouth.
Izzy: “Wish I had one of these…”
With how much time he spent saying those exact words to himself, Adam can completely empathize with how she was feeling. But if it could happen for him, it could happen for her. It was only a matter time, he thought.
Adam: “You will. I know you will. I never thought a day would come where I would have one. But you know...you helped me believe that I could. When we spoke before my match…”
Adam twists the key to his car and shifts the car into drive. He’s begun getting used to driving this particular commute at this point that he stopped having to rely on GPS to find his way to Izzy’s house. Once they get at a stop sign, he glances back at Izzy, who is still staring at the title belt. She had been silent for a couple of minutes, prompting Adam to speak up just to check in with his girlfriend.
Adam: “You okay?”
Izzy has a mischievous smile on her face as she replies. It was the same one she wore when she first kissed him backstage at a West Coast Genesis show with the cameras rolling.
Izzy: “Yeah. I’m fine. I just saw they spelled your name wrong here.”
Adam’s eyes widened. He stays at the stop sign a moment longer to look at the title belt, quickly putting the car in park. He had the belt in his possession for almost a month now and he never noticed this before. He has the title belt back in his hands but it looks like it just reads “Adam Sanders” on the nameplate like it should.
Adam: “What?!?!”
Adam is still unsure what is going on. His confusion is quickly cleared up by Izzy’s response. Her lip quivering because she wants to let out so much laughter.
Izzy: “Yeah. They spelled it ‘D-O-R-K’. ‘Cause you ARE one!”
With that, the brunette breaks into barely contained laughter she was holding in so desperately. She unable to even sit upright from all the laughter.
Izzy: “Dude! Your face! The look on your face!”
Adam had a look of utter shock on his face, which Izzy found highly entertaining. Of course, the Michigan native is now shaking his head in embarrassment that his girlfriend was able to trick him. Dork has taken on a new meaning for Adam since this relationship started. It used to be what people would call him to demean him, marginalize him. But with Izzy, it’s endearing. It’s like he would feel weird and unsettled if she wasn’t calling him a dork. He liked being a dork. He’s her dork, after all.
Adam: “Yeah, you got me.”
Adam puts the car back into drive so he can continue transporting Izzy back to her house, only taking a few minutes before he was able to reach their destination. He pulls up in the driveway, next to her parents’ car before switching the car to park and disabling the car’s engine.
Adam: “How much homework they give you today?”
The brunette grimaces at the thought of all the homework sitting in her backpack. Her expression pretty much answers it for him, but she verbalizes it anyway.
Izzy: “About five metric tons. And that’s just for Algebra class."
She looks up at her boyfriend expectantly. His eyebrows were raised when he asked the question like he had some sort of idea.
Izzy: “Why? You wanna go somewhere?”
Adam shrugs his shoulders. He looks back at Izzy, trying to give her a reassuring smile.
Adam: “I was going to suggest a video game thing at my apartment. But your homework does need doing. We don’t need that teacher getting mad at you again. I can help you with it if that helps any.”
Adam was confident there was nothing that backpack a nerd like him couldn’t easily tackle with Izzy. Video games could wait. He can be patient enough to do that.
Izzy: "Yeah...I’d like that. We can play video games after..."
Then, almost to herself, she adds.
Izzy: “Stupid advanced classes…!”
Adam: “Yeah, I took those when I was in high school too. At least it made it so I didn’t have to take too many classes in college. So hey, it’ll be worth it. Come on, let’s knock it out so we can game.”
Izzy nods her head as Adam exists the car first. The first thing Adam does is grab Izzy backpack out of the backseat. As Izzy digs for her house keys, she holds out her hand, and Adam pulls her up. He puts an arm around her as they head into the door. This might have become routine to Adam at this point, but he was enjoying every single second of it.
Would it last forever?
You and I together, hand in hand
We run away
Far away
I'm in for nasty weather
But I'll take whatever you can
give that comes my way
Far away