A/N Uh-huh you read right this arrogant, short sighted male is The Rock!
Betcha didn't see that one coming! Or maybe you did I dunno! I tried to be
original and I hope you like it.
Thanks for the reviewing. I haven't been able to update because the
Internet is buggered. I may not be able to get another update up for a
while so I hope this will keep you going!
Oh and for the confused person - I have two stories going on at the moment. One being Almost Routine (this one) That is about Stacy and the Rock and one called The Ideal -Which is about Trish and Taker. I'm writing them to compliment each other.
I slowly slide out of the bed, pulling on the nearest garment to hand which is his shirt and walk out onto the balcony. I stand staring out over the pool and to the trees, and beach behind it. I want to be there, the sand pushing between my toes, the water lapping against my feet, but I know if I just leave he'll get angry. I decide I don't care and go back into the bedroom. However, when I do I see him smiling up at me, and I know that he won't care. I pick up my skirt and my own, top and glance over at him, waiting for him to speak. However he remains silent, watching me pull the skirt on and head towards the bathroom. "I'm going" I say not bothering to watch his reaction, as I know it will be a smug look signifying "She'll be back" I almost turn and tell him that I'm running away and he will never see me again but he will see straight through it. Instead I just allow him his smug reflection and do my top up. He climbs out of the bed and leisurely strolls over to me "Let me give you a hand" he says, taking the ties of my backless his hand, whilst I hold my hair out the way. When he's done he spins me round, gives me a perfunctory kiss before heading to the bathroom. I look for my shoes, and as I do them up I hear the sound of the shower start. I know he expects me to wait until he's finished before I go but I leave anyway, silently shutting the door behind me. I wonder down the corridor, humming quietly to myself. As I walk past a random bellboy I feel his eyes roaming my legs and out of reflex I shot him a flirty smile. I carry on down the corridor pause at the stop of the stairs. My inhibitions about touching the rail disintegrate and lean on it, looking down the sweeping staircase at the people milling around in the reception. I hear a voice behind me and I jump. "Are you okay mam?" "Yeah," I mumble realising I have to get out. I run the stairs, almost tripping in my hurry to escape all those people like him. I get outside and look desperately for a cab. Unfortunately I don't see one, so I start to walk down the street, hurriedly still searching for a free cab. I turn to cross the road and a car pulls up. I look in it and see Glen and Mark sat in the front seats. "Would the young lady like a lift?" Asks Mark whose in the passenger side. I reply by climbing in the back and slumping back into the seat, breathing heavily from the mad dash down the stairs and half run I did along the sidewalk. "Have you been to see him?" Glen asks as he sees my breathless state, his voice is concern mixed with disapproval. Mark doesn't wait for an answer before he says "Why do you still do it?"
Now don't me wrong, mine and Dwayne's relationship isn't common knowledge in fact the only people that know are Glen and Mark. I told them both at a time when I needed to talk and I knew they are both trustworthy and caring. I think Glen had suspected anyway and he told Mark everything so I was just confirming suspicions. And they are the perfect friends over it. Both disapprove but more of Dwayne then me, they are both on my side and seem to understand where I'm coming from without being patronising. They also know to question it because it makes me consider finishing it (Not that I ever do!)
"I don't know Mark, I just guess I'm so used to it I don't want to lose." I paused a moment mulling the question further "That and he's fantastic in bed" At this both Glen and Mark grimaced whilst I just laughed happily enjoying their squirming. "Stace, I have to beat the crap out of that guy tonight!" Mark moaned glancing at me, he saw my smile and groaned "God dammit I hate you woman" he laughed. I just smiled back innocently and shuffled in my seat. "Glen you just HAD to get leather interior!" "I just took what I was given, no questions asked" I squirmed again and saw Glen was enjoying my obvious discomfort "Asshole" I called at him as he pulled into the car park of where we were staying. I jumped out and brushed myself off. "Thanks for the lift guys" I said as they climbed out "How are you getting to the next show?" asked Mark "Dunno" "Well, be here in an hour" Glen told me. I gratefully thanked them and kissed each of the giants on the cheek and danced off. Travelling with the 'brothers of destruction' was always fun.
An hour later I was waiting at the locked car and neither 'brother' was to be seen. "Come one" I muttered to myself, wishing they'd hurry up, I was bored! I gazed round the parking lot dying to them walk across it but I couldn't. I did Bubba and Trish though. They were laughing at a joke and I could see Bubba's eyes dancing. He waved at me and I waved back. I wished I still worked with Bubba, he was amazing fun, he had been one of my closest friends apart from Glen. I'd told him I was with Rock but when our storyline pulled us apart I told him that is was finished. He knew never to tell anyone and I never worried he would. Until Trish that is. You could see he was smitten with her and word had it that Trish liked him to. But I knew she still held a flame for Rock and if she found out that he was seeing me I dread to think what she'd do. Me and her had never really hit it off, because I wasn't her 'kind of person' Torrie was, Amy kinda was infact most of the diva's were except me. I didn't dedicate my life just to clothes make up and 'girlie' things. Sure I liked that stuff but as I've said I'm deeper than that, I like to think more and appreciated other things than what she found important. Torrie had always said that was why I got on better with the male superstars than the divas. Its also why I get on so well with Sara, Mark's wife. I didn't think Trish liked Bubba that much, I think she was too caught up on looks to appreciate Bubba for the gorgeous person he is inside. As you can tell, when I was with the Dudleyz I used to really like Bubba, not just as a friend. But nothing ever came of it because Rock got there first. I have kissed Bubba but nothing more, something I always regret about getting with Rock is that it ruined anything we may of had. I guess that's just the way it is.
Bubba came over, Trish trailing behind him looking petulant that she had to speak to me. "Hey Stacy" he grinned "Hi sugar" I replied hugging him "You goin' to the next show?" "Yeah, are you?" "Yeah, I'm just waiting for my chauffeurs,.oh here they come" I waved at Glen and Mark who were coming over. "Cool" Bubba smiled "Bubba, can we go?" Trish whined. Bubba turned to her "Ermmm.Yeah" he gave me a final look and followed her to the car. At this point Glen and Mark came over. "You missed the boat there" Glen stated, to which I nodded absently. Mark tossed our cases into the trunks and we climbed in. As I relax on the seat, gazing out the window I see Trish and Bubba, Trish is being tickled by him and he looks ready to kiss her. The sound of a horn stops them and they both look up to wave at us. I look at Glen questioningly, but he just tells me "Don't want them to make a mistake now do we?"
Oh and for the confused person - I have two stories going on at the moment. One being Almost Routine (this one) That is about Stacy and the Rock and one called The Ideal -Which is about Trish and Taker. I'm writing them to compliment each other.
I slowly slide out of the bed, pulling on the nearest garment to hand which is his shirt and walk out onto the balcony. I stand staring out over the pool and to the trees, and beach behind it. I want to be there, the sand pushing between my toes, the water lapping against my feet, but I know if I just leave he'll get angry. I decide I don't care and go back into the bedroom. However, when I do I see him smiling up at me, and I know that he won't care. I pick up my skirt and my own, top and glance over at him, waiting for him to speak. However he remains silent, watching me pull the skirt on and head towards the bathroom. "I'm going" I say not bothering to watch his reaction, as I know it will be a smug look signifying "She'll be back" I almost turn and tell him that I'm running away and he will never see me again but he will see straight through it. Instead I just allow him his smug reflection and do my top up. He climbs out of the bed and leisurely strolls over to me "Let me give you a hand" he says, taking the ties of my backless his hand, whilst I hold my hair out the way. When he's done he spins me round, gives me a perfunctory kiss before heading to the bathroom. I look for my shoes, and as I do them up I hear the sound of the shower start. I know he expects me to wait until he's finished before I go but I leave anyway, silently shutting the door behind me. I wonder down the corridor, humming quietly to myself. As I walk past a random bellboy I feel his eyes roaming my legs and out of reflex I shot him a flirty smile. I carry on down the corridor pause at the stop of the stairs. My inhibitions about touching the rail disintegrate and lean on it, looking down the sweeping staircase at the people milling around in the reception. I hear a voice behind me and I jump. "Are you okay mam?" "Yeah," I mumble realising I have to get out. I run the stairs, almost tripping in my hurry to escape all those people like him. I get outside and look desperately for a cab. Unfortunately I don't see one, so I start to walk down the street, hurriedly still searching for a free cab. I turn to cross the road and a car pulls up. I look in it and see Glen and Mark sat in the front seats. "Would the young lady like a lift?" Asks Mark whose in the passenger side. I reply by climbing in the back and slumping back into the seat, breathing heavily from the mad dash down the stairs and half run I did along the sidewalk. "Have you been to see him?" Glen asks as he sees my breathless state, his voice is concern mixed with disapproval. Mark doesn't wait for an answer before he says "Why do you still do it?"
Now don't me wrong, mine and Dwayne's relationship isn't common knowledge in fact the only people that know are Glen and Mark. I told them both at a time when I needed to talk and I knew they are both trustworthy and caring. I think Glen had suspected anyway and he told Mark everything so I was just confirming suspicions. And they are the perfect friends over it. Both disapprove but more of Dwayne then me, they are both on my side and seem to understand where I'm coming from without being patronising. They also know to question it because it makes me consider finishing it (Not that I ever do!)
"I don't know Mark, I just guess I'm so used to it I don't want to lose." I paused a moment mulling the question further "That and he's fantastic in bed" At this both Glen and Mark grimaced whilst I just laughed happily enjoying their squirming. "Stace, I have to beat the crap out of that guy tonight!" Mark moaned glancing at me, he saw my smile and groaned "God dammit I hate you woman" he laughed. I just smiled back innocently and shuffled in my seat. "Glen you just HAD to get leather interior!" "I just took what I was given, no questions asked" I squirmed again and saw Glen was enjoying my obvious discomfort "Asshole" I called at him as he pulled into the car park of where we were staying. I jumped out and brushed myself off. "Thanks for the lift guys" I said as they climbed out "How are you getting to the next show?" asked Mark "Dunno" "Well, be here in an hour" Glen told me. I gratefully thanked them and kissed each of the giants on the cheek and danced off. Travelling with the 'brothers of destruction' was always fun.
An hour later I was waiting at the locked car and neither 'brother' was to be seen. "Come one" I muttered to myself, wishing they'd hurry up, I was bored! I gazed round the parking lot dying to them walk across it but I couldn't. I did Bubba and Trish though. They were laughing at a joke and I could see Bubba's eyes dancing. He waved at me and I waved back. I wished I still worked with Bubba, he was amazing fun, he had been one of my closest friends apart from Glen. I'd told him I was with Rock but when our storyline pulled us apart I told him that is was finished. He knew never to tell anyone and I never worried he would. Until Trish that is. You could see he was smitten with her and word had it that Trish liked him to. But I knew she still held a flame for Rock and if she found out that he was seeing me I dread to think what she'd do. Me and her had never really hit it off, because I wasn't her 'kind of person' Torrie was, Amy kinda was infact most of the diva's were except me. I didn't dedicate my life just to clothes make up and 'girlie' things. Sure I liked that stuff but as I've said I'm deeper than that, I like to think more and appreciated other things than what she found important. Torrie had always said that was why I got on better with the male superstars than the divas. Its also why I get on so well with Sara, Mark's wife. I didn't think Trish liked Bubba that much, I think she was too caught up on looks to appreciate Bubba for the gorgeous person he is inside. As you can tell, when I was with the Dudleyz I used to really like Bubba, not just as a friend. But nothing ever came of it because Rock got there first. I have kissed Bubba but nothing more, something I always regret about getting with Rock is that it ruined anything we may of had. I guess that's just the way it is.
Bubba came over, Trish trailing behind him looking petulant that she had to speak to me. "Hey Stacy" he grinned "Hi sugar" I replied hugging him "You goin' to the next show?" "Yeah, are you?" "Yeah, I'm just waiting for my chauffeurs,.oh here they come" I waved at Glen and Mark who were coming over. "Cool" Bubba smiled "Bubba, can we go?" Trish whined. Bubba turned to her "Ermmm.Yeah" he gave me a final look and followed her to the car. At this point Glen and Mark came over. "You missed the boat there" Glen stated, to which I nodded absently. Mark tossed our cases into the trunks and we climbed in. As I relax on the seat, gazing out the window I see Trish and Bubba, Trish is being tickled by him and he looks ready to kiss her. The sound of a horn stops them and they both look up to wave at us. I look at Glen questioningly, but he just tells me "Don't want them to make a mistake now do we?"
