So...I'm sorry this took so long, I know my plot I just had to figure out a way to put it in. However it's here and even though it's not my best work I think it fulfills what it needed to. So, Randy Orton cookies to my faithful reviewers Criss-Is-Bliss, GiGi.501, Viper Cena Fan, and MazzieRKOForever. You guys are soo awesome and need to get some stories up so can review you guys like you do me! On with the story...
Chapter 14:Awkward
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Isabelle, but if Randy Orton wanted to donate himself...
Izzy's P.O.V
"New message number 4 …." My phone started to speak. "Hey Isabelle, it's Adam. Look, you told me to call you and I did, but you're not picking up the phone. You're kinda sending me mixed signals. Call me, okay?"Shiiiittt, I groaned to myself. This was just perfect. Absolutely wonderful! (Insert sarcasm here) I dialed his number, but all it did was ring and I didn't want to leave a voicemail, hopefully he'd seen I called and would ring me back.
John had taken Alanna downstairs for breakfast about ten minutes ago because she was up and hyper really early. Randy was still sleeping on the couch and I didn't have a doubt in my mind that his back would be in quite a lot of pain later. I'd just gotten out of the shower when I'd pick up my phone, and well….the rest is history.
My phone vibrated, and I quickly picked it up not expecting Adam to have called back that fast. "Hey!" I cheerfully answered.
"Isabelle? Honey its Mom." My mother replied. My mother, the one person I could hardly stand to hear from.
"Oh….Mom. Hey…" I said, unsure of exactly what tone to use, or what mood she was in. You never know with her.
"What are you doing? Never mind that isn't important, are you coming to your grandfather's funeral?" She got straight to the point.
"I didn't know Grandma was having one. When is it?" I was distinctly aware of Randy getting up across the room.
"Sunday, you better be there. Isabelle if you aren't…" She left the tone of a threat hanging from the end and I had to bite back my tart response.
"Okay, Mother. I'll be there. But it isn't for the sake of your embarrassment; it's for my love of my grandfather. Do me a favor and don't call me." I pressed End, not really caring for whatever she had to say after that. I felt my eyes brim with tears, angry that my mom had to open that particular can of worms right now.
"Problem, Romano?" Randy asked taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his blue eyes still clouded with the latest traces of sleepiness. Even in this state of sadness I couldn't deny he was attractive. But that wasn't the important thing.
"My mom, being her normal bitchy self…" I mumbled, swiping at the tears I refused to let fall. He raised his eyebrows at me, waiting for me to continue. "You know how my grandfather died right?" He nodded, the memory flashing through both of our minds. "His funeral is Sunday, and my mom is forcing me to go (even though I was going to go anyway), just to save her the embarrassment. I need to be there so she doesn't look like the bad mom. She'll be the good mom, with the daughter that strayed away from her path."
"Strayed away?" Randy questioned, he reached over to the bedside table and handed me a tissue.
"Yeah, I was Isabelle the smart one. The one with the dad who ran away from responsibility when she was only eleven. The one with the mom who stopped caring. The one who followed in her dad's footsteps and disappointed her mother. She was pissed when I quit college to become a wrestler. Called me a whore when I got into the Diva Search contest…" I looked up at him. "Why am I telling you all of this?"
"Because I'm an ear that'll listen?" He asked. I opened my mouth to continue but John and Alanna chose that particular second to burst through the door.
"Daddy!" The little girl yelled and tackled Randy into a hug. John chuckled, setting down a bag which smelled like breakfast on a table. He looked over at me and frowned, but I shook my head. It wasn't the time.
"So what's the plan for today?" John asked flopping down on the bed next to Randy. "It's the first of our two days off this week." This was true, we had off today (Friday) and off Sunday (which was how I could go to the funeral).
"I'm probably going to find Adam. We need to talk and now I've got a full day's time to do it." I announced, watching Randy shake his head slightly in disappointment.
"I'm….gonna call my lawyer, officially file for divorce and figure out a couple other things to do with this failed relationship." He grumbled, patting Alanna's head as she played with her bear on the plush carpet of this hotel innocently.
"Okay. Well I'm going to call Rileigh, just to see how she's doing." John said.
"Ahhhh…..well tell her I said hello." I winked at him; he threw a pillow at me.
"I know what you're thinking Isabelle. We're just friends." He defended himself.
"Uh huh, and Santa Claus is real."
"Huh? Santa's real. He always gives me pwesents." Alanna stated. Randy, John, and I shared a look before bursting out into laughter.
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I had no clue what room Adam was staying in, so my next best bet was to check the hotel cafeteria. I pushed the 'ground' button in the elevator and casually leaned against the wall waiting for my stop. It went down a floor, before opening to let someone else in.
Much to my luck, Adam stood there, looking quite good looking in a button down and some faded blue jeans. His face mirrored the shock that was no doubt etched all over my face.
"Fancy meeting you here." He smirked. I smirked back and resumed my position of leaning against the wall.
"You haven't returned my calls." Adam stated, leaning against the opposite wall.
"You haven't returned mine either." I said just as casually.
"You called?" He reached into his pockets, pulling out his phone. "Shit, dead battery. I swore I charged this thing yesterday. I'm sorry."
"It's fine." I nodded my head, unsure of what to really say. Do I just dive in and explain why I didn't answer or do I wait for him to ask? If he did, what was my cover up story going to be anyway? I can't just tell him about the whole Randy situation.
"So….I called you yesterday and you didn't pick up." He tried to start the conversation.
"Yeah I know…..John, Randy, and I got caught up in something important." Hopefully he'd leave it at that….
"Oh…okay. What happened to your wrist?"
Yes! Score for Isabelle! "Brie Bella sprained it because she messed up her throw, now I'm stuck doing a promo for Raw." I answered. The elevator opened again and we stepped out onto the ground floor.
"So where are you headed?" Adam asked, hands stuffed into his pockets and looking nervous.
"Actually I was going to look for you, but I found you so nowhere I guess."
"Would you like to grab a cup of coffee?" He asked.
"Sure." I beamed up at him, he held out a hand; wordlessly asking for mine. I slipped it in and we headed to get coffee.
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"Wait, so you actually dropped your pants in the middle of gym class? That's hilarious!" I giggled as Adam told his story. We were sitting at a corner table in Starbuck's sipping Frappuccino's and comparing embarrassing stories from when we were younger.
"It really isn't! I didn't go to a big school but we had a rather large gym class, so everyone got to see my Spiderman boxers. I was fifteen!" He defended, which only made me laugh harder.
"I'm…sorry…but that...was...good." I managed to get out between laughs. He sat there smiling at me, and after I recovered from my laughing fit I smiled back.
"I'm glad we got to hang out again." Adam said, twirling the straw in his coffee cup around.
"Me too." I replied back, and honestly I was. He was a funny, caring, attractive man and besides his problem with opening up there wasn't anything I disliked about him. Given proper time, there was a decent chance of me falling for him.
"You're different, good different." He explained, and reached a hand over to brush a curl from my face. As Adam's hand was pulling back his thumb brushed the side of my mouth. Blue eyes met brown before his drifted closed and leaned in to kiss me. Did I even want him to kiss me? Things were moving pretty fast, but one measly kiss never hurt anyone. Would that make things official between us? Whatever, I wasn't going to analyze this. His lips were soft and warm and they brushed over mine tenderly. Being this close I could smell the cologne he was wearing, and it was quite delicious. Butterflies shot through my belly, it was quite a content moment probably not even ten seconds long but it felt like eternity.
Too bad every good thing that happens in my life gets interrupted. This was definitely the case now as I heard Alanna cry out.
"Iswabel!" Her sweet voice broke me out of my Adam trance. I looked up to see Randy, John, and Alanna standing in line to order, but they weren't checking out the menu their eyes were glued on Adam and I. John had one eyebrow raised and a look of shock on his face, Randy's eyes were glazed over and I couldn't decipher exactly what that look meant.
"Hi Alanna." I greeted, waving my hand at her. She waved back before turning back to john and Randy breaking them out of whatever moment they were having.
"So….this suddenly got awkward." Adam joked, a smirk on his face.
"Yes…quite awkward." I nodded, glancing back at the boys who were talking now, most likely about me because they kept looking at us. Right…..awkward.
"Little sister!" John chanted as he walked over to our table. " I heard Starbuck's came out with a new Brazilian brand of coffee. And you know how I am about my coffee; I never expected to see you guys here!" He had a smirk on his face; one I knew was just to embarrass me. " I thought you weren't talking?"
"We are John, or else we wouldn't be here right now." I said through my teeth, an edge in my voice I hoped was screaming 'Get the hell out of here!' "But Adam and I were just leaving, so I'm sorry you caught us late. Maybe we all could have sat around and chatted. So tragic…come on Adam, let's go see what Jay's up to." I rose out of my chair and grabbed my purse, Adam stood up to a look of disbelief over the situation written on his face. He nodded his head at John in greeting and followed me towards the door.
"Bye Iswabel!" Alanna said as we walked past her and Randy (who still had that look on his face.).
"Bye cutie. I'll see you later. Bye guys, I'll definitely see you later." I growled the last part. John waved, smirking in satisfaction.
That's it folks. Thank you for coming...for now.I 'm really working on having the next major part of this story done (which is in the next chater) before school starts (a little over two weeks). You will definitely not want to miss this one!,
Cassi
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