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He was surprised at the amount of luggage he had decided to take along with him. He felt as if he might as well return to the ring with the way he had packed – the ridiculous amount of stuff that he manage to fit into one bag.
While stuffing in the last bag into the trunk of his car, he checked to make sure he had the correct directions in his pocket for the journey to be made.
He had asked Amy for the address of her Atlanta abode and she happily agreed for him to come and stay the night as a guest. She had said that her next performance was not until the next few weeks, which meant she was able to give him a tour of the Georgia scene during his visit. Amy seemed ecstatic to say the least and deep down the feeling of being out of the house gave him a fresh breath of air.
He had felt the relief come out when Amy had agreed to the plan of his visit. Relief because he would no longer feel like a prisoner in his home and relief that she didn't treat him like a complete stranger. After all the things that have occurred between the two, he would have figured that she would be uncomfortable with the idea. Fortunately, she found it exciting that her good friend would make a trip to a show.
And that's all it was between them was friendship anyways.
Leaning onto his car, he took out a list of things he completed to make sure that he was organized and prepared for the trip. The last thing he would want happening was not having deodorant or bath supplies with him. He wrinkled his nose at that thought as he checked off the remaining items.
He remembered that Amy was always the organized one when they traveled together. His characteristics of being a slacker had shown through on multiple occasions. From forgetting a toothbrush or a bottle of shampoo, he knew it occurred way more than enough to drive Amy crazy. And it was when Amy finally told him to make a list before they left the hotel room that he manage to pick up on the habit of being prepared. Sometimes he didn't know how she could deal with him sometimes.
He smiled at the pleasant memory as he placed the list into his jean pocket as he opened the front door.
Hopping into the driver's seat he drew out his keys as he inserted them into the ignition. The car making a loud roaring sound as it came to life. With one last check up with the mirrors, he began to reverse out of his driveway onto the long journey ahead of him, the road to see Amy face to face again.
"Oh jeez!" Amy exclaimed as she began to heave the pile of clothing off of the carpet floor. It was a surprise to say the least that she was expecting a visitor. Only this time it wasn't the usual mother, brother or whoever decided to come by. So much for being the organized one. She knew Adam would have a laughing fit if he had seen the condition of her house in its current state. He would never see the end of it.
Starting her morning off with cleaning was a rough start. Especially when the routine was to sleep until the mid afternoon. It became something she has done repeatedly since she retired. She didn't mind the sleep. After all she had been on the road nearly 365 days a year. Usually on these days she would travel nonstop to the next destination without a wink of rest. So who would blame her for a decent amount of sleep these days?
She wondered if Adam got enough sleep before the road. Sometimes he'd only get an amount of two hours before he decided he would drive again. She didn't know how in the world he could pull it off. Then again with the amount of coffee he would put into his system, who knew? She remembered during the times she'd travel along it wasn't unusual for him to stop by a McDonald's and order a large cup. She even remembered how many creams and sugars he wanted into his brew.
She pondered heavily at the strangeness of that thought and continued to her current ritual in the kitchen.
She began to organize her fridge with new purchases of food and snacks. She figured that Adam would be hungry as soon as he got there. She sorted out the usual favorites, cakes, cookies, chips, mostly all the junk food she knew he was addicted to.
When that was settled she began to think up of other things around the house that would possibly need any more fixing up. It was until the thought of Adam becoming exhausted came up. The need of his own bed and his own bathroom - the guest room.
Amy stretched and then began to work.
She couldn't help but feel nervous of his appearance. She hadn't seen him for a good five years or perhaps even more than that. Her appearance had been modified a little since she last saw him. Her hair that was once red had now become a jet black. Her left arm was now distinguished with a tattoo sleeve of skulls. She had needed a deep change from the obvious 'Lita' look everyone knew her as. Hopefully the change wouldn't throw him off too much.
Amy began to gather new bed sheets and spreads as she headed towards the bedroom, taking her time with it. There was a sense of deep nervousness in her stomach and she couldn't help but check on the time, counting down the hours.
Only time would tell when he would actually get there.