Chapter 9
-Mandy's POV
A few weeks went by and I didn't hear from Adam at all. Truth be told, I didn't expect to. Like I said before, it was a one time only thing. Torrie was still working the story line with Adam so I had some encounters with him during that time but other than "hi" we didn't really say much. I didn't see Danny at all since that night but I heard from Torrie that she was apparently watching all of my matches. I was in my locker room in Santa Monica stretching for a match in my brand new red and silver cat suit when my cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I sang into the phone as I sat Indian style on the carpet. Missy was off somewhere with Brock and Torrie had hit the showers after her match, so I was completely alone in the small beige room.
"Hi Mandy, its Adam..." I almost dropped the phone. I was completely shocked. Never would I have expected Adam to be on the other end of the line. I figured it was probably Missy calling to tell me she was gonna dress in Brock's locker room tonight, or even Kurt wanting to know if Brock was hiding out in my dressing room, but no, it was Adam Copeland. "Is everything okay?" he asked obviously hearing commotion on the other end. I steadied the phone in my grasp once again and after recovering from the shock, I replied.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that I was just warming up," I lied not wanting to sound like an idiot, "so, what can I do for ya?" I asked curiously having absolutely no idea what he wanted. He hesitated for a second and I thought he might have hung up on me or something, "Adam, are ya there?"
"Um...yeah, listen I was just wondering if you would want to have dinner with me? I know this really great place in town and its not too far from the hotel," he stated. I thought about it for a second.
"That sounds great, I haven't seen you and Danny in a long time..." I was quickly interrupted by Adam.
"Actually, Danny won't be coming. I was just planning on the two of us...that is if it is okay with you of course." Adam explained. My thoughts flew into a million directions. Was this a date? Did Danny ask him to take me out again? Does he want something from me? What's going on?
"Oh no, that's not a problem. What time?" I heard myself saying even thought I was screaming at myself inside my head to say, "no, I'm sorry Adam but I cannot date you. It just can't happen." I guess there might have been a slight bit of attraction there, but I knew it wouldn't ever escalate into anything. There were just too many differences between us not to mention the people we hung out with.
"We'll just do what we did last time. I'll come pick you up after the last match and we'll go from there," he stated. I closed my eyes and rested my head on my left hand. Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?
"Okay that sounds great. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get this number?" I asked confused by the fact that I never gave it to him in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't upset that he called or anything, I just would like to know how people get my private number when I didn't hand it out to them.
"I blackmailed it out of Torrie. I've got some good stuff on her these days," he laughed. I laughed a little too. Torrie, of course that made sense. Although I'm sure he could have gone through a lot less trouble to get the number from her. Torrie was the sweetest girl, but she wasn't always the brightest crayon in the box. "Is it okay that I called?" he asked.
"Of course, I just wanted to make sure the number wasn't written on a bathroom stall somewhere or something," I laughed, "okay I'll see you in a bit." And with that I hung up the phone. Truthfully, I was glad that Adam had called me. It meant that someone cared. I was just a bit nervous at what the future would hold.
(A/N- I just got back from Hershey Park and I'm so happy to see all the reviews! Keep 'em coming.)
-Mandy's POV
A few weeks went by and I didn't hear from Adam at all. Truth be told, I didn't expect to. Like I said before, it was a one time only thing. Torrie was still working the story line with Adam so I had some encounters with him during that time but other than "hi" we didn't really say much. I didn't see Danny at all since that night but I heard from Torrie that she was apparently watching all of my matches. I was in my locker room in Santa Monica stretching for a match in my brand new red and silver cat suit when my cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I sang into the phone as I sat Indian style on the carpet. Missy was off somewhere with Brock and Torrie had hit the showers after her match, so I was completely alone in the small beige room.
"Hi Mandy, its Adam..." I almost dropped the phone. I was completely shocked. Never would I have expected Adam to be on the other end of the line. I figured it was probably Missy calling to tell me she was gonna dress in Brock's locker room tonight, or even Kurt wanting to know if Brock was hiding out in my dressing room, but no, it was Adam Copeland. "Is everything okay?" he asked obviously hearing commotion on the other end. I steadied the phone in my grasp once again and after recovering from the shock, I replied.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that I was just warming up," I lied not wanting to sound like an idiot, "so, what can I do for ya?" I asked curiously having absolutely no idea what he wanted. He hesitated for a second and I thought he might have hung up on me or something, "Adam, are ya there?"
"Um...yeah, listen I was just wondering if you would want to have dinner with me? I know this really great place in town and its not too far from the hotel," he stated. I thought about it for a second.
"That sounds great, I haven't seen you and Danny in a long time..." I was quickly interrupted by Adam.
"Actually, Danny won't be coming. I was just planning on the two of us...that is if it is okay with you of course." Adam explained. My thoughts flew into a million directions. Was this a date? Did Danny ask him to take me out again? Does he want something from me? What's going on?
"Oh no, that's not a problem. What time?" I heard myself saying even thought I was screaming at myself inside my head to say, "no, I'm sorry Adam but I cannot date you. It just can't happen." I guess there might have been a slight bit of attraction there, but I knew it wouldn't ever escalate into anything. There were just too many differences between us not to mention the people we hung out with.
"We'll just do what we did last time. I'll come pick you up after the last match and we'll go from there," he stated. I closed my eyes and rested my head on my left hand. Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?
"Okay that sounds great. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get this number?" I asked confused by the fact that I never gave it to him in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't upset that he called or anything, I just would like to know how people get my private number when I didn't hand it out to them.
"I blackmailed it out of Torrie. I've got some good stuff on her these days," he laughed. I laughed a little too. Torrie, of course that made sense. Although I'm sure he could have gone through a lot less trouble to get the number from her. Torrie was the sweetest girl, but she wasn't always the brightest crayon in the box. "Is it okay that I called?" he asked.
"Of course, I just wanted to make sure the number wasn't written on a bathroom stall somewhere or something," I laughed, "okay I'll see you in a bit." And with that I hung up the phone. Truthfully, I was glad that Adam had called me. It meant that someone cared. I was just a bit nervous at what the future would hold.
(A/N- I just got back from Hershey Park and I'm so happy to see all the reviews! Keep 'em coming.)