To Pique an Interest

Chapter 14: All That Matters

Author's Note: Next chapter; hope you all like it! I only own everything that is original, and no, the places I mention in this story are real places in Toronto.

All that mattered to her was that Adam liked her as more than just a friend.

All that mattered to a lovesick Lilly Hazel was that her world had turned into a dream that she'd thought would never come true. Just the night before, she'd dolled up for, gone out for dinner with, and kissed the man of her dreams. This man was a man who was greatly off-limits to millions of fans across the globe. This man was the man whom she'd envisioned in her dreams since she was fifteen. This man was a famous WWE Superstar name Edge, also known as Adam Copeland to his colleagues and circle of family and friends.

He was also Adam Copeland to her, for the first time in her life.

Eleven years of chasing and pondering later, Lilly had experienced something with the probability of one in a million. She'd had a close encounter with Adam, befriended him after a series of sincere apologies, went out on several dates with him, and received the most amazing kiss after the previous, intimate dinner at a fancy French restaurant in her hometown of Toronto.

Lilly had tucked herself into bed the previous night, her lips still tingling from Adam's kiss and her head floating up into the clouds. That night, all she could think about was the way he salivated over her at dinner. The same could be said for her date as well, for he'd gone off into la-la-land that same night. He slept like a baby that night, for all he could think about was her beauty, her sweet charm, and her personality as fiery as her red hair.

Adam couldn't help but confess how badly he wanted to stay the night with her after that passionate mini-makeout session they had by her apartment. As he watched her that night reluctantly entering her apartment door, he realized he'd never felt this way about any woman before. The fact that she'd originated as one of the millions of female fans didn't matter to him at all. All that mattered to him was that she'd stolen his heart.

He remembered when he saw the hurt look in her eyes when their date had to end too soon. At that moment, he knew he had to be with her one last time before they parted. He was going to make their last day together worthwhile; he was going to make sure of that. He was going to go to great lengths to give her time of her life and make that one-week break the most memorable break she'd ever had.

The next day, Adam got up the instant his alarm went off, literally jumping out of bed and putting on his newest favorite shirt, an Affliction tee that Lilly complimented on one day when they were at the mall together. He couldn't help but put on a little extra cologne and gel his hair a little bit to give it the slight surfer blond wave commonly associated with him, remembering the day Lilly admitted how much she loved his hair. Though he could fantasize all day of her long, slender fingers running through his skull, he knew he couldn't waste time, for both of their flights leave tonight.

He drove straight down to Lilly's apartment with a single carnation in hand, for that was the only gift he could pick up at seven in the morning (aka his vase). Imagine his surprise when she answered the door in nothing but her matching Hello Kitty pajama set.

"Wow, you're early," yawned Lilly, her hair in a bedhead mess. She blushed furiously; she had no intention of allowing Adam to see her in this state, where she had no make-up, her hair in a mess, and wearing nothing but a skimpy tank top and matching hot shorts.

"I'm an early riser, Lilly Pad," said Adam, whistling at her cute little outfit and giving her a wink. He handed her the rose, "Here, babe. The only gift I could get you at seven in the morning."

Lilly giggled and allowed him in. She said nothing as Adam comfortably made himself at home, as he usually did whenever he came over. Before she could fetch him an espresso, he stopped her and insisted he could handle it himself.

"You sure?" asked Lilly, glancing down and feeling rather hot, for his hand was on top of hers.

"I'm sure, Lil, go change," Adam insisted, grasping her hand and giving it a quick squeeze. His eyes followed her as she walked into her bedroom, all while he couldn't wipe the goofy smile off of his face. She was just too adorable.

He was greatly surprised when she walked out in a shirt he'd never seen her wear before, let alone, a shirt he knew she'd never get caught dead wearing. Instead of the usual wrestling T-shirt or black band shirt, she wore a deep green cropped tank top and dark pink capris, her hair done in a fishtail braid on one side. It was such a simple look, yet it drove Adam crazy. Seeing Lilly wearing something that wasn't black or red left him in awe. She was so beautiful it made him wonder why she never wore bright colors.

"No black?" asked Adam.

"No black," confirmed Lilly, nodding.

"I like it, babe," complimented Adam, "I really do. Why don't you wear anything like this on any other regular day, anyway? What's with the change?"

"I like black," replied Lilly, "it's just that…I just didn't feel like wearing it today."

"Do I have something to do with that decision?" teased Adam, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her the sexy smirk that could've made her drop her panties in a heartbeat.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she retorted playfully. She pulled away from him and led him over to the couch, "so what's the plan for today, Adam?"

"I was thinking we'd hit a beach since it's almost summer time…" began Adam.

"Which one?"

"Hmm…I thought about Hanlan's Point…" Adam said, flashing her an evil smirk and wiggling his eyebrows.

Lilly's jaw dropped. "You mean that beach filled with naked people? Hell no!" she exclaimed. "And nice try, Adam. You're not using that just to see me naked," she added.

"I wouldn't have minded, anyway," growled Adam seductively, suddenly growing excited at the thought of possibly seeing Lilly without clothes on.

"Adam!" gasped Lilly, grabbing a pillow and whacking him repeatedly, "gosh, you're so wrong!"

"That's what you love about me, babe," said Adam with a wink. He couldn't help himself; he was having quite a bit of fun teasing her like this, watching her turn bright red with every sexual joke he made.

"I think Balmy would be a better choice," said Lilly, suggesting one of the beaches located in a popular area known as 'The Beach', "it's less crowded."

"Good choice, now go get your swimsuit."

"Now I'm going to have to change again," sighed Lilly, walking back into her bedroom to quickly change, fetch her things, and join her new friend with benefits on their last day together in Toronto.

Lilly's POV

I remembered visiting The Beach a lot when I was little, when my parents would take my sister and I to go play in the sand and water. This time, however, instead of getting buried in the sand and wrestling my sister in the water, I was with Adam, my newest best guy friend and date.

Somehow, I didn't feel like wearing black. Something inside my head just told me not to wear black. And yes, perhaps it had to do with the fact that I was now head over heels with Adam. Guess Laurel was right when she said relationships could change people.

Fortunately for Adam and I, The Beach, a popular tourist destination, was not as crowded as usually expected, so parking was easy and we found a perfect, shaded spot by the trees at Balmy Beach, one of the beaches in the area. Pulling out a beach towel and a cooler with drinks, we settled before I changed out of my sundress.

I noticed Adam watching my every move through his aviator sunglasses and I felt rather self-conscious as I removed my cover-up to reveal what was underneath it: a blue, green and black bikini I'd never worn in my life.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I questioned Adam, who was smirking at me mischievously.

"Because you're hot, duh," he replied with a chuckle, "I didn't think you were the type who'd wear a bikini."

"My sister bought this for me for my twenty-first birthday with a card that read, 'Send this back to me in five years if you can't fit your lard ass in it!'" I explained, "Look who's talking now, bitch!"

Adam burst out laughing, grabbing me by the waist and pulling in for a kiss. "Damn straight," he chuckled. I shuddered as I felt his muscled torso through his thin T-shirt.

Adam sat down next to me on the towel and he pulled off his shirt. I just sat there in awe, admiring not only his toned, muscled six-pack, but also the tattoos adorned on his arms. The sun that covered part of his left shoulder was my favorite in particular.

"Like something you see, babe?" asked Adam, scooting in and pulling me close to his body. I smiled softly, breathing in the subtle scent of his cologne.

"They're so simple, yet so beautiful," I replied, reaching out to trace his sun tattoo, "I love tattoos and I've always wanted to get one, but I'm too chicken because I'm scared of needles."

"You could get a temporary one, like an airbrush," he suggested.

"But it won't be with me forever," I said, looking into his beautiful green eyes, "as much as this sounds really cheesy, I wanted one just like yours. I remember when I first saw it, I went up to my dad and said I wanted it on the same place, and he said, 'you sure, Lillian? You gotta use a needle to drive it into your skin', and from then on I was afraid to get a tattoo."

"It's scary at first, but eventually you get used to it," assured Adam, "think of what Randy had to go through to get his double sleeves."

"Don't know how he does it," I giggled.

We spent the rest of the morning just talking and enjoying the breeze blowing in from the ocean, watching the world go by while we cuddled in each other's arms. I closed my eyes feeling Adam's fingers combing through my hair, at the same time stroking his bare chest. A few quick kisses suddenly turned into a prolonged kissing marathon, and fortunately I was able to stop before Adam turned it into a heavy make out session.

"I don't want you to go," murmured Adam, nuzzling against my neck.

"I know," I sighed, kissing him again, "but I have to."

"I'm going to miss you, babe," he said softly, "what time do we have to go?"

"My flight's at seven, so I've got to be packed and ready to go by five," I answered.

"How about we have lunch nearby and then head back to your place?" he suggested. I nodded in agreement and he kissed me again, prolonging it for a bit before I broke it off and changed into my sundress.

Adam and I headed to the airport together, for our flights were around the same time. Since mine was earlier than his, he accompanied me to check-in and brought me to my gate. It hurt me deeply to see the disappointment in his eyes as we passed through security checks and immigrations.

"This is the final boarding call for passengers flying Air Canada Flight 657 to Halifax. All passengers please report to Gate B19 for boarding. Thank you."

I took a few steps toward the line of passengers at the gate, but turned back and ran straight into Adam's arms, trying to hold back the tears. Grabbing his face, I kissed him with all I had, not caring that people were staring at us.

"I'll miss you," I whispered, "I had an amazing time with you this week and I wish it hadn't ended this quickly. Thank you so much for everything."

"No, Lilly, I want to thank you," corrected Adam, "I want to thank you for showing me what kind of girl you really are, and truly I think you're the most amazing girl I've ever met. You really made this week the most memorable week I could ask for. I'll never forget you and I'll keep in touch with you always. I'll call you as often as I can. I'll email or Skype you whenever I can. I promise I'll keep in touch with you, babe. I'm gonna miss you so much."

Adam gave me one last kiss, a tearful goodbye to end our week together. Reluctantly parting away from him, I watched him watching me as I entered the gate, wiping the tears away from my face. My laptop would certainly await a long, emotional diary entry about the one week I spent with a WWE Superstar, a wrestler who wasn't a wrestler in my eyes.

He was Edge, the WWE Superstar, to me for years, but in one week and afterwards, he would be Adam Copeland, the person. Throughout all this time spent with Adam, I was oblivious to the fact that I'd been crazy over his celebrity status for over a decade. During that week, I'd grown fond of him. I'd gone crazy for him as a regular person.

I knew there were going to be dirt sheet reports flying all over the Internet, for there were hundreds of people who saw me with him. I knew someday people were going to get a hold of my contacts and I'd have thousands of messages in my Inbox and hundreds of friend requests on my Facebook, all of them asking me what my time spent with Adam was like. They were all going to be asking what it was like to be with a WWE Superstar for one week.

Yes, I was with a WWE Superstar for one week. That wasn't how I saw him, however. To be quite honest, I would never tell my story to the whole world; I wasn't into the whole fifteen minutes of fame. He remained on my mind throughout the entire flight. As I slept for the hour-long flight, I dreamed of the times we spent together, starting from the day we ran into each other at the mall till just this afternoon at the beach. I loved and treasured every moment of it. It wasn't a fan experience that I'd won from a contest. It was something spontaneous that wouldn't have happened to just any other fan. I didn't think of myself as a fan at all during that week I spent with Adam. Looking back, I could hardly believe he was famous, after all.

But his celebrity status didn't matter. The potential rumors and gossip didn't matter.

All that mattered was that I'd found a new me, a brighter, happier me thanks to my newest special friend, Adam. Hell, I sure was going to miss him.

As soon as I returned home, there were sure to be a lot of questions thrown onto me. Those who'd read the dirt sheets were going to beg me to spill. And my roommate was one of them, when I'd unlocked the door to the apartment at nine in the evening and was surprised to find her watching TV rather than out clubbing.

"Lillian Murphy Hazel, you've got some explaining to do."