So...here it is! Izzy and Adam's date! I'm sorry for the long wait, I really had to think of how I wanted this chapter to end. I think i ended it right. So read ahead my faithful readers! And thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. You guys keep me wanting to write.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! All wrestlers own themselves...but my b-day is in tw weeks so if anyone wants to give me Randy Orton for my birthday i would be happy.


"Ugh! This is such crap!" I grunted to myself, dropping down on the couch in the Diva's locker room. The contents of my duffel bag surrounded me.

"What's crap? Holy cow! What happened in here?" Natalya just had to walk in at this time. When my head was a complete wreck!

"I'm trying to find something to wear to dinner tonight, but I have no clue where were going! I feel like a loser who'll embarrass herself!" I said through my hands, which were covering my face in pure aggression and stupidity!

"That's why this room is a wreck? Honey, I told you to call me and Mellie for anything! That includes date advice. Give me a minute." She scolded me in sympathy, then left the room.

By the time she got back (which took about 3 minutes) I hadn't even moved a fraction of an inch. I heard Melina's quiet gasp and then silence. That when on for about a minute, before I dropped my hands from my eyes. Both women stood there, their arms crossed around their chests looking at me in a stern way.

"….Yes?" I asked, unsure of what the hell to say or do at that moment.

"Nattie, I think baby sister here has officially lost it." Melina said. Why was I always considered everyone's baby sister?

"Mellie, I think your right." Both women started to close in on me. I tried to smush myself deeper into the couch, but they both grabbed my arms and jerked me to my feet. "Ok, first things first. Who are you going on a date with anyway?"

"Adam." I said.

"Copeland?" Natalya asked, surprised. I nodded my head. "Wow, score one for you. Adam's a great guy. He hasn't dated anyone since Lita left."

"You have no idea where you're going.?" Melina questioned from the floor. She was rummaging through the clothes that were all around.

"Nope. He's a very conspicuous guy." I admitted, a blush creeping up on my face at the realization. It just made him that much more sexy.

"Okay, so we're gonna go with cute and casual with a little class. How does that sound?" She asked.

"Pretty decent. But how do you pull something like that off?" I asked. If there was one thing I wasn't, it was a fashionista. I could dress myself sure, but it was usually jeans and a t-shirt.

"Melina can pull anything off. It's one of her best qualities. By the time she's done with you, you won't recognize yourself. One of the reasons why I keep her around." Natalya smirked and sat down on the couch, watching Melina mumble to herself.

"Hey!" She said, not even that offended. "Isabelle, do you own anything flashy? You need to show that body off a little more. We work damn hard to get our bodies looking the way they do, the least you can do is show a little skin."

"I'm not a flashy girl! Looking sexy is the least of my concerns. I'm here to wrestle, not date. Adam really popped up out of nowhere." My arms crossed around my chest in defense.

"Which is one of the reasons we like you! You worked your ass off out there in that contest. I knew you were going to win from the start, you just had this spunk about you. I bet JoMo twenty dollars during the second week of your training." Natalya said. " Which by the way Melina, your boyfriend has not paid me."

"I'll remind him." She replied in a tone that said 'as if'. "Oh my gosh! I think we have something to work with here!" Melina held up my black purse, with a chain for the strap that I got from my mom for Christmas last year.

"Okay...so I have a purse. How do I wear just a purse on a date?" I asked. The clock on the wall read 6:18, Adam called me an hour ago telling me he'll pick me up at the locker room around seven. My hair wasn't done and I still didn't have an outfit!

"No, you wear the purse with these very adorable heels," She held up my black 4 inch heels that came with my purse for Christmas( way to go Mom!). "And this cute cardigan sweater."

"That is a cute pair of heels." Natalya commented. "Holy cow! Julie!"

"Julie? What the hell are you talking about?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"She has the most perfect dress to go with that! She kept it around just in case one of us divas needed to do a fancy promo!" Natalya responded then ran out of the room before Melina and I could make another comment.

"I think we have your outfit. I suggest you start taking off your clothes."

A change of clothes, force of a zipper, and a curling iron later I was ready for my date with Adam. Nattie was right. The dress Julie had really was perfect, it was black and white striped, and went down mid-thigh. I felt unbelievably sexy, something I hadn't felt in years. My hair was loosely tied up, and curls dripped around my face. Instead of lipstick I wore a light lip gloss.

"Thank you so much!" I told the girls as we tried to pick up the mess we made of the room.

"No problem. It was nice to hang out with another girl we could relate to here." Melina said as she stood and stretched her back.

"All done." Natalya announced as she too raised and stretched her back. There was a light tap on the door, all of our heads snapped in that direction. I turned my glance to the clock. 7:00. Right on time. I straightened my outfit and glanced in the mirror making sure I was picture perfect, and then twisted the brass knob in my hand.

Adam had that famous smile on his face as I opened the door. That smile quickly faltered as he looked me over. "Wow…you look…wow…" He babbled out. I blushed; Natalya and Melina sure knew what they were doing. I gave him a quick look over. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a black button up shirt, and had a black jacket resting on his arm.

"You don't look to bad yourself." I winked at him, his smile returned to his face.

"Shall we go?" Adam asked, holding a hand out for me.

"Yes we shall." I responded then closed the door behind me.

"This place looks really fancy." I commented when Adam opened up the car door for me. We were just about three miles outside of town. It was this little place called 'Giordano's'.

"I've known the owner for about seven years now; Jay and I eat here every time we come to town. It's a little ritual we always keep intact." He chuckled to himself and ran a hand through his blond hair. It hit me then, looking at the off-sighted gaze in his eyes that he was nervous. Really, truly, sincerely nervous! How could he be nervous? I should be nervous. Didn't he realize how amazing he actually is?

"Are you okay?" I asked him as he held the door open for me.

"To tell you the truth I'm pretty nervous." Adam admitted. We reached the host and he glanced up at Adam in surprise.

"Mr. Copeland! What a nice surprise to see you again! Would you care for an upper level or private table?" He asked.

"Actually Gordon, Mr. Giordano has a take-out order planned for me. Would you be able to check that for me?"

"Of course!" He replied, and the chubby little man ran off into the kitchen. Adam turned and smiled at me, as if to say 'Isn't this freaking awesome?'

"I didn't know places like this do take-out orders." I whispered to him.

"They don't." He whispered back with a wink. I chuckled. Adam was a one of a kind man.

Gordon soon came back with a wrapped brown bag that smelled really good. Adam tried to be discreet when handing him a hundred, but I saw it. "Keep the change." Gordon's eyes light up brightly.

"Thank you so much Mr. Copeland." Gordon shook his hand, then took my left hand in his and kissed it. "See you soon Miss." I blushed lightly.

We were back on the road for another five minutes; Adam had my left hand in his right, and the other on the steering wheel. "So… where exactly are you taking me?" I decided to break the comfortable silence. We were both quiet people, quite cozy in our own personal thoughts and the presence of the other person.

"I said it before, it's a surprise. You're not a very patient person are you?" He joked.

"No…not really. I'm really curious most of the time. I like learning new things." I replied. "How about you?"

"Curiosity killed the cat." Adam smiled. "I try to be, in this profession you need patience, but I do have my moments."

Adam parked the car on the side of a sandy road. I could smell the cool ocean salt water. This totally rocked, we were at the beach! I felt like a little kid being handed a huge bag of candy, this was so awesome!

"Adam this is awesome! The beach! I love the beach!" Bending down I unstrapped my heels and ran into the sand. Not to soon afterwards, I felt a pair of arms wrap myself around my waist and pull me onto the ground.

We laid there for a little while, him holding me, just looking up at the stars. His arms felt warm, safe, and secure and I was pretty happy. All on a first date. Was this even normal? "Hungry?" He mumbled into my hair.

"Sure. Whatever Gordon brought you in that bag smelled really good." Adam brought over the bag and we sat and ate. Chicken Alfredo, real Italian style. He knew me so well. We laid the food out on a blanket Adam had brought in his truck. Moonlit dinner…quite romantic.

"So…what made you want to become a diva?" Adam stuck a piece of chicken in his mouth; I couldn't help but trace the lines of his lips with my eyes.

"Growing up where I did, there wasn't much that stood out from each other. A girl did cheerleading and dancing. You learned to act like a lady. I wasn't having that crap; I didn't want to wear dresses and sit with my legs crossed and play Barbie's. I liked to run around and race with all the guys because they were much more fun. When I was eight, my friend Alex invited me to his birthday party. It was wrestling themed, and they had wrestling on the television. I was mesmerized, and never missed an episode. It was my passion. All girls talked about me and made up nasty rumors. I didn't give a damn though. I was happy. Then, in high school I got into this fight with a girl who swore she was the prettiest thing. I was sick of it and whopped her ass, and gave her a sharp-shooter." I smirked at the memory. Nobody picked on me again.

Adam laughed. "A sharp-shooter? Have you always been this awesome?" I turned my head to my food and blushed. He put a hand on my chin and lifted my face up. "It's a good thing. A really, really good thing."

I smiled. "You're pretty awesome yourself."

We ate in silence, thinking about all the thoughts and feelings running through each of our heads. I know I'm into him, but this was not what I had in my mind when becoming a Diva. A relationship was the farthest thing from my mind. But here I was having dinner with a really great guy and thinking about his lips. Oh, and let's not forget making out with Randy Orton!

"You okay? You seem out of it." Adam asked. I looked at him, wondering if I was really okay. Was this what I even wanted I the first place?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking, I have off tomorrow. I don't know what John and I are doing. Or what Randy is doing either." I partially lied. John and I do need to talk about traveling, but of course that was not what was on my mind.

"Well let's head out then, it's getting pretty late anyway." He picked himself up and dusted off his pants, then held out a hand for me. We walked together hand in hand to his car.

"I had a really great time Adam." I offered. It was true, I had a blast. My first date in about a year and a half and it was wonderful. He was wonderful.

"I did too. It was nice to spend time with a pretty girl who's down to earth." He complimented. "Can I ask you question?"

I glanced up at him. "Sure."

"Is there anything going on between you and Randy Orton? John?" Adam nervously said.

If I had water in my mouth, I would have spit it out all over his windshield. My mouth dropped open in an O formation. "No! Where did you come up with that crazy idea like that? John is my best friend! There is defiantly nothing going on between us! Randy Orton and I barely get along most of the time!" I answered. Oops…did I forget to mention kissing Randy twice? My bad…

"Relax! It was just a question. Everybody is always wondering why you only hang around those two I was curious."

"Everyone should come to the three of us for questions. It's like were back in high school. Hey, and now that were on the topic of relationships why did you and Amy end?" I replied. We pulled up in front of the hotel. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to face him. He winced.

"Isabelle….I really don't want to talk about that right now."

"Why not?" I asked another question.

"It's not something I choose to tell somebody. It's kinda personal."

My temper caught fire. "Oh, and I tell you about Randy, John, and me but I can't know something personal about you?" Adam tried to cut it but I caught him off. " Fine, whatever." I hooked my purse onto my shoulder and climbed out of the car.

Adam P.O.V

Ah….fuck…..

Izzy p.o.v

I was sincerely pissed off as I knocked on John's room door, and being this pissed off I really needed someone to rant to. John was the only person who would listen to me at 1:15 in the morning. Sadly, it wasn't John who opened the door. It was Randy, oh the joy! (Yeah...right…)

"What's wrong? What did I do?" He asked sleepily, as if he just rose from bed. I pushed past him, but he grabbed my arm and held me in place and shut the door.

"Not you! Adam! Where's John? Let me go!" I growled at him searching the room.

"Out." He growled back, before pulling me to him in a deep kiss.


So there it is! I really hope you enjoyed it! A pretty big cliff hanger huh? It was my longest chapter yet, sorry for the lack of John though. Pretty pretty please review! Until next time guys!

Cassi

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