I get on the passages side. When Adam pulls out of the drive way I tell him, ''I need to go home. Need to get some clothes."

"No you don't."

I am wearing a raggity old pair of shorts and a shirt. I haven't even brushed my have yet. "Look at me. I look like a bum!"

"Who cares."

"I do!" I may as well move in at Adams. He calls me there all the time and I am rarely at my own house. We pull up to my house and go inside. I don't find Reves at home, which is usually the case. I go into my room. I brush your hair. Then start looking on my closet. I pull out a white collared button down, a red plaided vest and a pair of dark blue jeans. I slip on a pair of flats that match my vest. I apply a bit of eyeliner and mascara, then look myself over in the full lenght mirror. I grab red ribbon and tie it around your head, like a head band, I grab my bag and go into the living room, where Adam is laying on the coach, impatiently waiting for me. "Ok. I'm ready." I say.

"Bout fuckin time!" he growls getting up.

The two of us get back in the car and start off to Olivie Garden. We get there and meet up with Kevin. We are seated and order. I am going to have the soup, salad and breadsticks. I say to Kevin, "This is like the best freakin restaurant ever! Me and Rev come here all the time. If we don't have time we go to Subway. Yes, they're both the bomb-est!''

''Good old Reves. You should have brought her too."

"I never know where she is! You remember what it was like.'' (I am a little over zealous)

''I remember a lot of things."

"That was probably the worst year of my life.'' I laugh about it now. "So far, some of the best times too. Like... wrestling and hanging out with all our old friends."

"You're doing great with your music these days. Doing everything I knew you would.''

I am trying not to stare at him to much. I'm sitting oppostie of Kevin, on the other side of the table, Adam on my right side. I nearly forget Adam is here. My face has been red and I've been burning up ever since I got inside. "I love it .I wouldn't be doing anything else right now. I do miss wrestling sometimes, though." Adam's eyes hold me at a hostile gaze.

"You should come TNA sometime. Show up my boys."

"That'd be awesome! I mean too sweet!" I giggle. Adam looks like he had just about enough of this.

"I'll talk to Cornette. See what he thinks."

"Ok!" I half shout excited.

Our waitress approaches our table quickly, setting down our drinks. "Oh my goodness!", she says, "I am so sorry! I can't believe I forgot about you all."

"Oh. That's alright dear." I tell her. I didn't even notice. I was to busy talking.

''I'll bring your stuff right out.''she says.

We eat your meal, while we continue to talk. They are serving a pumpkin cheesecake. When my meal is finished I order a piece. I eat a little and get a to go box for the rest. "Hey babe, you got something right there.'' Adam tells me. "Don't worry, I'll get it.'' Adam kisses the corner of my mouth, licking it away with his tongue. My face is burning red. Did he just say babe? I don't have to many memories of Adam and the use of a term of endearment such as "babe." 'This is great. Why did I agree to this again?' I ask myself.

I am embarrass, so I giggle nervously. "Adam, that's inappropriate dear.'' Kevin throws on one of those looks that says ''I am so unimpressed." Still, I don't make eye contact with him. "We should probably get going." I say. We pay the bill and the tip and head outside. Marvalous. It's raining. I turn to Kevin. ''Don't forget to ask about me."

Kevin smiles at me. ''I won't.", embracing me on a friendly hug. "See ya later man.'' he says to Adam. Adam merely nod.

I hear him mutter, "Hopefully not." under his breathe.

I get in the passengers seat. Adam gets in and starts up the car, peeling out of the parking lot. He slams down the gas, raising the speedometer to an unsafe, not to mention, illegal level. I start to freak out a little. "Adam what the hell are you doing?" The rain makes it even more unsafe. "You're going to kill us!" (Good thing I always put on my seatbelt first thing when I enter a vehicle.)

"That's what you want isn't it? Huh? You wanna die? You sing about it all the time!"

''I want you to slowdown!", trying to reason.

A few instants later, he comes to a complete stop, because the fuz has him. The officer comes up to Adams window, tapping it with his nightstick. Adam rolls the window down. "I need to see your licence and registration.'' he say. Adam hands them over. ''You were doing 91 there buddy. This isn't Daytona and that's a ticket. I bet your one of them damn street racers. I'm sick of you punks ruining our wonderful city!" He makes out the ticket and sends us on our way.

When we are back at Adams house her grabs a beer (he's 22) and starts to light up... well illegal substances. "Gimme a ticket for this you donut stuffing pig!" 'That's discussing!' I say to myself. I loathe those thing probably more than anything. I always go to another part of the house when he lights up. He is down in the living room. I go upstairs and turn on the Tyra Banks show.