Pairing: Becky x OC and other pairings to come
Rating: M for mature events that will appear throughout the story.. (Smut, drugs, and other sensitive topics could be mentioned)
I own nothing except for any OCs that I use and the story itself. All the other characters belong to themselves obviously and Impact Wrestling/WWE/whatever promotion. This story is complete fiction. AU (Alternate Universe)
Daisy's POV
Tuesday Afternoon.. About 5:30 PM
'Hey beautiful, is it okay if I pick you up around six? You'll see why whenever we get there. Oh, and wear something athletic and that you aren't afraid to get dirty! See you soon, Lass.' I stared again at the message curiously from the orange-haired Lass that has this strong grasp around my heart. She sent this message about two hours ago and I immediately responded that it was perfectly fine. It just means that I'll be able to see her a lot sooner. But I can't understand why I would need to wear something athletic, aren't you supposed to dress up for dates? All the ones I have been on have been sitting at some fancy restaurant or going to a bar. This is the first time I am going on one that I actually want to go on. Now do I wear shorts, or should I be safe and wear some leggings?
I stared at my reflection in the mirror on my small makeup dresser. My arms folded across my bare breasts as I debated on what I should do with my makeup. If she's wanting me to wear athletic gear, do I even want to bother with makeup? I'd be going out in public for the first time without makeup. What if people see me and think I'm ugly? I'm always supposed to present myself as beautiful as I can be. But Rebecca thinks my natural look is beautiful so wouldn't others? Maybe just a little bit of makeup wouldn't hurt, yeah, that sounds good. I reached over and grabbed my moisturizing wipes to prepare and clean my face. "I thought you were supposed to leave at six. Why aren't you dressed yet, stupid?"
What the?! I gasped out looking at the door and her dumb ass made me drop the face wipes. "Don't you ever knock? You scared me."
She cackled, gesturing to the door. "Your door was already open and plus, it's not like I haven't seen your tits before. Chillax." Okay well, that's not the point. I don't care how many times you've seen me naked, still be polite and knock. Kaitlyn walked into the room, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you nervous or something? Is that why you aren't ready yet?"
Her first question confused me, and I wasn't sure how to actually answer it. Nervousness is a feeling that I am not really familiar with. I was trained from such an early age to push all of those emotions to the side. My stomach does feel like it's in a couple knots. Is that what being nervous feels like? I shouldn't be. It's just a date with the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on… Nothing to be nervous about. I'm so bad at this. "I- Um, I'm not sure. But um, Becky requested that I wear athletic wear, so my curiosity is wondering about."
My bestie bitch gave me a small smile, rubbing my shoulder gently. "Hm, that is pretty interesting. You know it's completely okay to be nervous. This girl has wooed you in many ways." The smile changed into a smirk as she playfully nudged my side with her elbow. I could feel the blush creeping up on my cheeks; knowing that her mind was drifting more to the perverted side of my relationship with Rebecca. Relationship? Friendship? What are we? But the Irish Lass has really turned my world upside down. A source of comfort for me as well, not to mention that the sex is amazing. She's all around just an amazing person and I can tell that to be not some mask seeing what kind of friends she has. Bayley seemed like a sweet and respectful girl from what little I talked to her. Mercedes is the wild child out of the group but was definitely pretty nice. Charlotte is the one I have spent the most time with out of Becky's friends. The Flair woman is kindhearted, passionate about her work and is a good drinking buddy. The blonde has a sense of humor and treats me like a normal woman, just like Rebecca does. That's why I am completely confident that Charlotte didn't roofie me. I'm going to trust both of them.
"Yeah. I'm scared to think I might say or do something to mess this up." I said honestly as I started wiping my face with a wipe, making sure to cleanse all of my pores so that it's easier to apply my primer.
"Be yourself and don't be afraid to talk about yourself a little. Let her get to know the Daisy I love, for some reason, she'll continue to fall for you." You could have left three of those words out you asshole. I let out a laugh which I knew was what she was going for. If Rebecca falls for me, I want it to be for who I am as a person and not my career or namesake. Being a Mero is a double-edged sword that is permanently stuck inside your gut. One hand is preventing the sword from leaving you and making you bleed out; the other hand is trying to inflict as much pain as possible. Help is on the way and only one hand is trying to make sure you survive.
"But if I talk about myself too much, does that make me egotistical?" I'll be the first to admit that I have inherited the ego from my mother. I'm confident in my skills as a model and I'll be damned if anyone tries to tell me otherwise. But unlike that bitch, I can keep that shit in check. Sometimes…
My bestie gave me a little nod of the head. "Make sure to ask about her too, she is the Irish lass of mystery. Answer any of her questions that you feel comfortable with answering and don't force answers out of her." There's something about Rebecca that makes me want to open up to her. Like in the study whenever she was looking at all those trophies and that picture. It had been a hot minute since I last looked at that picture. Kait also said that Becky was looking at some of the other pictures. She reminded me that I inherited Marc's captivating smile. Am I ready to talk deeper about my family? I'm not sure.
"Yeah. I can do that."
"Of course you can, you've done fashion shows and beauty pageants and commercials filmed for millions of people to see." That's fucking right. I'm always thrusted into this stupid spotlight. I have hundreds if not thousands of photos and videos from my career. If I can continue to do all of this, I can handle a date. She gave me a pat on my right ass cheek as my eyes narrowed over to her in the mirror. "Now I know you are really into this girl, so are you going to discuss, you know what?"
I started applying my primer as I thought about what exactly she meant about that. Who am I kidding? I know exactly what my bestie is talking about. Exhaling a sigh, I spoke again. "I should… Fuck, that's going to turn her away from me."
"I'm sure if you explain it to her, Becky will understand. Especially since what happened after you went to the studio, be transparent and honest with her." Out of all of the times for this dumb shit to resurface, it has to be whenever I am at my happiest. Past few days have had some speed bumps and plans have been shifted in favor of Rebecca but she's worth this.
"Thank you, bestie, I love you." I leaned over and gave Kait a kiss on the cheek. Now for my lip gloss, I went with some Chanel Rouge coco gloss. It makes my lips look a little darker and doesn't have a horrible aftertaste.
"Love you too, now put some clothes on." You were the one that walked in while I was only in my panties. If I want to walk around my room almost naked, I damn well can.
"Great googly moogly nice titties!" Another voice exclaimed in excitement as both Kait and I looked at the door. There stood none other than our little Latina geek, AJ, who was definitely a little early whenever it came to coming over. Kait said something about them watching some Marvel movies or something, but I knew they are probably going to fuck instead.
"April!" I shouted, finally processing what the brunette said and covered my bare breasts with one of my arms. AJ had a dorky grin on her face, wiggling her eyebrows over to my bestie. Well great, I didn't know I was going to flash my tits to people today. "Okay both you get out please." I said nicely, shoving the raven-haired woman over toward my open door. Kaitlyn chuckled, pushing AJ out of the room as well. My bestie shut the door, leaving me to my own thoughts. Fucking hell, let's see what kind of leggings I should wear today. Wait first, let me get a damn sports bra on so I'm not topless. For the next ten minutes, I managed to put on a little bit of foundation to have a super thin layer. Nothing overbearing. For my leggings, I am going to rep my bestie's brand. Celeste Bodiez has the best leggings for working out and they really make my ass look amazing. Oh yeah, let's drive her crazy until dessert time. For the top, I wore a black mesh tank top that is see-through and shows off my figure. Perfect. I need to go ahead and pull my hair back into a ponytail, so I'm prepared for whatever Rebecca has planned for us this evening.
Not long after I got my hair all situated, I heard my bestie scream out. "Oh bitch! Your date has arrived." My heart pounded excitedly in my chest as I set down my hairbrush and grabbed a hold of my purse for the evening. Alright, better not keep a lady waiting.
I walked around the corner into the living area as I heard the front door open. I didn't hear any kind of conversation as I rounded the corner into the foyer. Before I could even register the beautiful woman standing next to my best friend, she spoke. "Wow... Has anyone ever told you that you could be a model?"
I chuckled at the compliment as I walked up to her, her smile was bright and wide. "I may have heard it a few times. Yeah." I responded playfully to the orange haired beauty. Even with my mesh top and leggings, I still feel like I overdressed for whatever the heck we are doing for our date. Rebecca was wearing a white tank top that was tied up to show off her stomach. You know, I've seen her naked several times now, but I continue to be hypnotized by how gorgeous her body is. Her shorts were gray and barely went to her mid-thigh. Geez, I feel like this is some kind of scheme to get me to drool over her. It's working. "You look sexy."
"Aye Lass, so don't you." I did my best not to blush at the compliment. Why does hers make me feel all sorts of ways? I mean, I'm aware it's because I am attracted to Rebecca. But I receive compliments about my looks all the time, none of them make me feel this happy. "Hey Celeste."
"Yo Becks. You better bring my bestie back in one piece." I rolled my eyes and fought back a scoff as Kaitlyn decided to once again pat my ass.
Becky giggled, reaching over and grabbing a hold of my hand. "Don't worry I will, let's get going beautiful, we have a busy evening ahead of us."
"Make sure to use protection!" I heard the brunette Latina shout out from the kitchen.
Protection? Is she referring to having pepper spray and a knife? I have pepper spray in my purse. I don't think anyone is going to mess with us this evening. Wait no, her horny gremlin ass is talking about condoms. "April!" I shouted back, expressing my embarrassment, which rewarded me with a loud laugh in response. I heard Rebecca emit a cute chuckle beside me and my cheeks started to heat up.
"If you need some, I have some flavored ones in-"
Nope, I am not entertaining this any longer. "Thanks Moms but I'm fine! Bye! Don't wait up for us." I grabbed Becky's hand and led her out of the entryway and back out the front door. I laughed, closing the door behind us not giving either one of my friends inside time to respond. "Geez, they are so embarrassing I swear."
"They mean well, my friends would do the same thing and Mercedes would want to join."
"I believe that now." I giggled as I watched the orange-haired Lass open the passenger door for me to her cozy looking car. What a sweetheart. I'm used to these kinds of gestures, but I know that it's because she wants too and not because she feels obligated too. My eyes watched the older woman climb into the car, closing her door and starting the engine. "So, Rebecca, where are we going to have to dress like this?" I asked, gesturing to both of our sporty outfits.
"You'll see Babygirl, I think you will like it." Babygirl? I believe Rebecca also called me Babygirl last night. I've been called it before by many strangers but oh, the way her accent says it. I love it. It sounds so natural off of her delicious lips. Becky looked at me almost nervously, nibbling on her bottom lip, her hand going to the back of her head. "Not going to lie, I'm pretty nervous."
"About what?" Once again, I was curious, but I feel like I already knew the answer to the question.
"This is my first date."
Oh wow, I almost didn't want to believe the orange-haired lass whenever she said that. Rebecca is beautiful. So how in the hell has she never been on a date before? Perhaps it's her choice, and that's a respectable one. Waiting is good. "This is the first one I've been on that I actually wanted to be on." I admitted as Becky pulled out of the driveway. Neither one of us said anything for about a minute or so as I felt the top of my brow starting to sweat. I know what I need to talk about but I'm afraid that I'm going to lose Rebecca over this. Kait's right though, I need to be transparent and honest with her. I let out a breathy and shaky sigh. "Speaking of that.. I need to talk to you about something. Better get it out of the way now. You might turn around and drop me back at my house. I wouldn't be surprised if you stop talking to me after this."
Tears made an honest attempt to try and trickle out of me, but I blinked them back. I've never been so nervous to talk to someone in my entire life. At the red light, the car came to a stop and Becky looked over to me. Her eyes drifted to my hands that were resting in my lap, I was very fidgety which never happens. She looked back at me as I only stared at her. "Lass, talk to me, what's up?"
Her hand reached over and brushed over the top of mine. I felt a surge of reassurance and comfort as she rubs my hands for a second. Alright woman up and talk to her about it. I'm praying to any kind of higher power that she doesn't abandon me. "Okay so.. My mother has predetermined a lot of my life, including who she picked out to be my husband. She's friends with the Orton family and their youngest son Randy is a year older than me. His father and my mother have pretty much made it clear that we are going to get married. Like a stupid arranged marriage, which is bullshit." I started my explanation which caused Rebecca's eyes to go wide. Her attention went back to the road after the light turned green. Okay, that's a start now, convince her that you aren't into this man at all. "Whenever I try to talk to my mother about it, she ignores me and berates me again. I don't bother talking to her about it anymore. Randy knows that I'm gay, he's known for a long while. His father pretty much won't let him inherit the business until he's married. He's not into me like that but we keep the facade up. I'm not into him, of course. Our hands are tied. I wanted to tell you about this, because gossip tends to go around fast, and I don't want you to think I'm like... a slut or something."
"Oh... wow that's a lot. You're technically dating someone but not really."
"Yeah. Originally our plan was to screw them over, get married so Randy can inherit his father's business and inheritance and divorce a year later. That way he gets the money and business and I get my mother off my ass. But that plan changed..." This plan would benefit both of us greatly and Randy even agreed to give me some of the fortune. I don't need it but I can put it away for safekeeping. We'd play it off like the marriage didn't work and get a mutual divorce. That arranged marriage would be put to rest.
"What made it change?"
"I met you." One woman managed to turn my world completely on its head in the best way possible. I don't regret a single thing about pushing back this engagement. I don't give a flying fuck about what my mother or Bob think. "Yesterday whenever I went to the studio, Randy made an impromptu visit. Whenever we are in public, we act like a lovey dovey couple but behind closed doors; we act like bros. But yesterday, we were originally going to plan where he would pop the question."
Flashback.. Monday Afternoon..
I have been sitting in this chair for about an hour now as Charlotte and I decided on what hairstyle would be the best option for this shoot today. We ultimately settled on a braided updo that would be the ideal style to go for. With how long and thick my hair tends to me; it can be tedious to pull off a certain look. Thankfully I didn't have to stylize my hair on my own this time, or even use the stylists at the studio. The Flair woman told me about a couple friends of hers that actually own a beauty salon here in Vegas. She says that she refuses to go to anyone else whenever they have a big event. The salon is called Another Heaven, it piqued my curiosity, so I looked the place up. The salon almost has a five-star rating overall and is run by a lesbian Japanese couple. "You look sexy, Miss Mero." The shorter of the two women complimented me, she's been the one working on my makeup. Her knowledge has me baffled; I haven't had to tell her a single thing about what look I desired. Charlotte told her at the beginning, and she's been focused on perfecting every little detail even adding her own spin to enhance the look. "Right Charlotte?"
The younger of the two women spun my chair around so that I could see the makeup for the first time in all its glory. Wow. This is one of those looks that Charlotte and I have planned but we are going to do one set of photos today and the other Wednesday. Out of the two looks we had decided were our favorites, the emerald and rose gold would be the first combination we use. The rose gold is the more dominant color as the emerald green works as an accent color. It feels weird as much eyeliner as I am currently wearing but I honestly like it. The blonde woman walked in front of the chair to get the best view of the Legacy look. "Oh, you girls never cease to amaze me."
The taller of the couple walked around from behind the chair. Her shoulder length half pink and half blue hair stood out to me. She giggled with excitement! "Oh Kairi! You did amazing!" She praised her wife, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Asuka smiled, handing a small mirror for me to hold while she spun the chair around so I can use my mirror to see the hairdo. "Miss Mero, I am finished with your hair too."
I glanced into the mirror and smiled seeing the results of Asuka's hard work. A crisscross fishtail braid consists of four smaller braids that wrap around my head emulating a crown, the rest of my hair is loosely braided into one gigantic braid. It gives a very regal appearance, and my gem encrusted tiara will complete the look, along with one of Flair's custom robes. "Both of you did a stellar job, I can see what Charlotte boasted about you two so much."
"Thank you, Asuka and Kairi, now we can get working on the pictures." The cute couple smiled and gave each other a high five as they started dancing around together to the music in the studio. I love how unserious they are, it's refreshing in a work environment like this. Not even two seconds after I put the tiara on my head and stood up was there a knock at the door. Fucking hell, I didn't even get the chance to give permission as the blonde shouted. "Enter!" I hope it's not Paul needing me to assist him with something. I'd rather take the photos now and not risk this stunning work to go to waste. The studio door opened to reveal a familiar blonde, who smiled brightly seeing both of us. "Oh, hey Toni."
"Hello Lady Charlotte." She greeted the blonde Flair woman, turning her attention solely to me. She reached up to my tiara and readjusted it as Toni spoke to me. "Daisy Darling, there is an attractive gentleman wishing to speak to you. He was quite persistent about coming in here himself."
Some man wants to speak to me, why? I mean, I know why I get a lot of male attention but the fact that he has come to my workplace can only mean one thing. "Really? Send him in. I hope he is aware that I am not taking on any more work until I have completed the Flair project."
Toni being the friend that I've come to realize, she was readjusting my clothing to make sure everything is perfect for my photoshoot. Sometimes it's good to have an extra set of eyes. The studio door opened a little bit wider as a voice spoke. "I am well aware, babe." That voice, there's no way, now of all times. "Damn, you look like a million bucks."
The compliment made me realize I needed to flip the switch on in my mind. We are not alone and are surrounded by ladies I consider my friends, but they don't know I'm gay. I don't think I'm ready to confess that yet. The man stood at almost six and a half feet tall, wearing a pale blue blazer jacket, a white collared polo and a navy-blue tie. His pants were simple and slick black dress pants. His hair has been cut since the last time I saw him about two months ago. It's short and spiked up in the front. Right, time to play the part I'm meant to play. "Hey babe! You didn't tell me that you were in town."
I raced over to him, his arms wrapping around my smaller frame gently. "Well, that defeats the purpose of a surprise now, doesn't it?" Randy snickered, planting a small kiss on my lips, careful not to mess with any of my makeup. Releasing me from our hug, he wrapped an arm around my waist and turned his attention to the blonde model that brought him here. "I apologize for not introducing myself to you earlier Miss Storm, my name is Randy Orton, I'm Daisy's boyfriend."
The look on Toni's face seemed to be a mixture of emotions, I couldn't tell if she was happy, confused about the reveal, maybe even a bit offended by the secrecy. Sometimes the blonde is good at hiding her true emotions. She looked over to me, her brow arched before looking down at his hand, grabbing it and shaking it. "Boyfriend, you say. I must say Randal that you are quite the lucky fellow to have scored our Darling Daisy. She has quite the line of admirers and suitors. Pleasure to meet you, I'll leave you be, knock 'em dead gorgeous! You look absolutely scrumptious." I have a lot of suitors and admirers, since when? I mean, if I truly wanted someone, I would have found one by now. But waiting is a virtue because I possibly have found a woman that I want to pursue a relationship with. Rebecca, I have a date with her tomorrow, and I can't afford to mess this up. Toni snapped my mind back into reality, giving my ass a hard spank before smirking and swaying her hips toward the door. Ow, that hurt.
"Did she just call me Randal?.." He questioned me. I giggled.
"Thank you, Toni!" I shouted back to her as she closed the door behind her. I wouldn't have minded Toni's masterful input with the photoshoot, but one can assume that a woman as gorgeous as her already has work to do. "Babe, let me introduce you to the ladies that made me look like a million bucks. This is Kairi Sane and her wife, Asuka. They own the beauty salon called Another Heaven in downtown Vegas." I gestured over to the lovely Japanese couple that made this look easily manageable. "And this is my client, Charlotte Flair."
"Oh, handsome! So handsome!" Asuka was the one that exclaimed, giggling over to her wife.
Randy's ego inflated slightly at the compliment; he didn't have to say a single word as that grin turned more into a smirk. Orton is a handsome man, there's no denying that fact. He's young, wealthy, has amazing muscles and the ladies swoon over him in the dozens. I'm just not into men. Randy could have any woman in the world, but his father is dead set on me as his bride. Why? "Oh! You're Ric's daughter and it's a pleasure to meet all of you ladies." Randy being the gentleman he was, took the time to shake all of their hands. "Babe, you aren't going to get distracted if I watch your shoot, are you?"
"Sit there and look handsome and you are allowed to stay. Is everything ready to go?" Charlotte walked over, handing me the custom green and black Flair robe that I would be starting with for this photoshoot. I took some time to put it on as a couple of the staff members made sure that my hair was fixed and that nothing was out of place. Randy leaned against the wall in the back, making sure to not get in the way of my photographers. One of the female photographers gave me a thumbs up and I couldn't help but smirk. "Good! Let's do this all in one go and do it with Flair!"
After the photoshoot..
About two hours have flown by and we managed to secure a massive plethora of photos to choose from. We narrowed it down to our favorite dozen or so for the time being. Here in the next few days, Charlotte and I want to take some photos with the second outfit and color palette that we had chosen. Heyman allowed me to call it a little early today because of Randy's surprise visit. I don't remember the last time I was able to have a day off without something ridiculous happening. "I noticed that some of the girls were staring at me while we were walking together."
"Yeah, I mean I did drop the bombshell that you are my boyfriend. I never told them about you." Toni was probably so stunned by the reveal that she told the other ladies about my 'boyfriend'.
"That makes sense." We made our way over toward his black Acura NSX which is definitely his newest pride and joy. I swear I thought having two cars was a little extreme, but Randy probably has like eight cars now. Randy opened the passenger side door for me, and I climbed in. "Say babe, let's go grab some dinner."
I nodded in agreement. "Alright but first, we need to talk." I said bluntly, Orton's blue eyes stared at mine for a few seconds, he understood that the matter was serious and needed to be done privately. Out of all the times for him to show up out of the blue, it had to be now. If this was before Thanksgiving, I would have been perfectly content with our plans but now.. I can't.
The slightly older man closed my car door and walked over to the driver's side. He climbed in and shut his door, turning on the vehicle, he spoke to me. "Of course, Daiz, what's on your mind?"
"I remember that the next time that we saw each other, we agreed to talk about where we were going to have the proposal happen."
"Yeah, I was thinking that I would fly you out for Christmas and pop the question in front of the family." Oh, dear sweet Jesus, Randy really has thought of the most convincing way to make it seem like we are madly in love. Proposing in front of his family like that, would I be able to do that now? The smile on my face quickly faded at the thought of Rebecca hearing the news about the engagement. How would I be able to tell her that I'm engaged but really not and that I don't love the person I plan to marry temporarily. Yeah no, she wouldn't like that. I folded my arms across my chest, my mind racing to figure out the best solution but coming up blank. "Do you not like that idea?"
"No, I like the idea but…" I let out a defeated sigh, turning to look at Randy. "I'm not sure I can do this anymore."
"I'm sorry, am I pushing too hard? Do you want a more romantic and private proposal?" See that's why I am grateful that our parents had chosen each other. He's gentle and kind with me, he respects my boundaries. If it had been with anyone else, I'd be trapped forever in a marriage I don't want. "It's not that. You're amazing Randy, and I want nothing more to screw over both of our families." Come on, you can open up to him, you have always been able to confess just about anything to him. "...I met someone, and I really think she might be someone I want to pursue a relationship with."
"Daisy managed to score a lady, that's surprising."
"Fuck off." I tried to say sternly, smacking him playfully in the chest. Orton laughed as I continued to speak. "I'm serious. I've been thinking about her a lot lately and even this morning, I was wasted. She brought me home and just cuddled with me. She didn't try to take advantage of me. It felt so right. It's not fair to her for this to happen, I don't want to mess up with her." How does such a woman manage to have my heart in the palm of her hands so effortlessly. Is this what love feels like? No... It's too soon to think about that word but what am I feeling?
"Oh, you're hooked. Are you going to tell her about us?" Thanks for telling me the obvious. I got hooked by a damn stranger, well, she's not one anymore but you get the point.
"I'll have too. I have a date with her tomorrow, and I refuse to lie, if she hears any gossip about us… She might stop talking to me and I almost let her go once, I don't want to ruin this." The thought of the only happiness I've had in a while disappearing is driving me crazy. Would I be able to bounce back easily if the worst-case scenario does happen? No. No. Don't think about that, you can't, or it will happen. "Fuck.. Can we hold off on the engagement until the both of us can come up with a better plan?"
Randy gave a smile and nodded his head; I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Yeah, don't sweat it Daisy, listen, I'm happy for you. This girl has to be special. Let's go grab dinner and you can tell me all about her."
End of Flashback..
I finished explaining exactly how Orton had come to visit me and the exact conversation that I had with my so-called 'boyfriend'. Hell, the funniest thing is being his wingwoman and helping him secure a woman for the night whenever we go to bars. I wish our families would just leave us alone and let us find love ourselves; we aren't some kind of property. Rebecca parted her lips to speak but remained silent in order to digest all the information I decided to unload on her at once. …I fucked up, didn't I? But it was way better than lying, right? My eyes glanced down at the floorboard and patiently awaited the orange-haired woman's response. "I appreciate you telling me all of this, to be honest, I probably would have been more upset if I found out on my own. But Randy seems like a really good guy, he isn't trying to take advantage of you and respects your secrets." That tone, it sounds so gentle. Is she not mad at me? Her right hand reached over and grabbed a hold of my left hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "You really stopped your guy's plan for me even though it would have stopped the bullshit from the parents." She looked over to me and gave a soft smile before turning her attention back to the road.
"I.. Yeah. You're the first woman I've been attracted too, and I don't want to mess things up. You treat me like I'm a person and not a walking dollar sign. You're funny, you're smart and you have a heart of gold. You listened to me vent my frustrations about my mother and didn't ask for anything in return. You also didn't take advantage while I was drunk, and stayed to cuddle me because I was sad. I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me, and I feel like I haven't done anything for you. I feel selfish."
"Daisy, I.." I can't believe that I was able to say all of that out loud. It feels like a massive weight has been lifted off of my chest. These are things that I normally would have only admitted to Kait and maybe Auntie Torrie and Stacy. Rebecca's eyes widened, trying her best to keep her attention on driving to our destination. Did I come on too strong? Is she going to think that I'm too pushy? She exhaled a sigh. "You don't know it, but you've done way more for me than you think. My life has been pretty dull recently, I've been tired of the same repetitive bullshit. I wasn't happy. I mean, I had my best friends but only they can do so much. I felt trapped in a hell. But whenever I went out with Cedes that night, I thought for a second to entertain her stupid idea. Maybe I should get laid, I might be stressed out. I was about to leave when I met you. The prettiest Lass I've ever seen. Our time together has been a ray of sunshine for me, I can admit that truthfully."
I-I've had a positive influence on her life too. Wow. I didn't know that I could have such an effect on someone else. She hadn't looked at me yet, but I can see her lips had curled into a beautiful smile. "I'm so glad I talked to my real moms about you. Their advice helped me go get your number from Ronda." If I had only talked to Kaitlyn about my one-night stand, I probably would have not pursued further. She had points but I still wasn't sure about pushing further. Little did I know that my bestie was planning to take matters into her own hands regardless. Sneaky bitch but I really do love her. "You've really brightened up my life too with your beautiful orange hair and charming personality."
"Aye stop, you're making me blush."
"No, I don't think I will." I might be surrounded by beautiful women all the time, but no one has ever mesmerized me like Rebecca has. The car came to a complete stop as she looked over to me, her cheeks had a hint of red to them.
"Cheeky." She giggled and turned off the vehicle. "Alright, we're here at our first stop!" Before I allowed my date for the evening to open the door and exit her vehicle, I grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back toward me. Once we leave this car, our privacy is out the window. I need something to hold me over while the two of us are inside whatever building she's taking us too. My hand caressed her cheek softly as my eyes alternated between her eyes and her lips. She understood my desires and leaned forward; our lips connected together softly. God, I can taste the cherry of her lip gloss. I'm craving her so much, but I can be patient. I'll have her all night tonight to myself. Our kiss ended and I had to fight the feral urge to go back for more. "Chocolate covered cherries is a good combination." Rebecca licked her lips, causing more arousal to form inside my core.
I felt myself swallow hard as she climbed out of the car and started making her way over to the passenger side. Rebecca smiled and opened the car door, extending her hand out for me to grab onto it. "Hey beautiful, you might want to leave everything in the car for what we are about to do. They probably have lockers but I'm going to leave my stuff in here." She recommended, giving me another beautiful smile. Why would I leave my purse, my phone and my belongings? What are we doing? Instead of asking her, I decided to follow her advice and leave everything in the car.
I grabbed onto her hand and her strength never ceases to amaze me as she pulls me to my feet with ease. I vaguely recognized some of the restaurants and bars that we went past. We were parked in the third street of various shopping centers. I noticed the 818 Fashion store, the Las Vegas Little Theatre. We aren't dressed for something like that. The building to our right was the Mayweather Boxing Club. Wait. I don't know how to box, is that where we are going?
Becky led me to the building to the left of the boxing club, the first thing I noticed is that the windows looked like they were shattered. Like someone had tossed a rock into multiple windows, but it was all illusions made by decals. The windows were super tinted black, you couldn't see inside. Rebecca opened the door and gestured for me to go inside, holding it open for me. Thanking her, I walked inside and was immediately greeted by a woman in a white hazmat looking suit. She had long light chestnut brown hair, brown eyes and a beautiful smile. "Hello, welcome to the Wreck Room! My name is Talasyn! If you are a walk-in, we might not be able to host you tonight. How may I help you today? Do you have a reservation?"
Rebecca walked past me to answer Talasyn. "Yes, I have a reservation, it's under Lynch and it's at six. I called yesterday and was informed there was a slot open due to a cancellation." The Wreck Room, I've never heard of this place before. The walls were painted an off-white color and looked to be made of concrete bricks. On the wall there was a giant red wrecking ball painted, it was smashing several bricks and had the name of the place on the center.
"Okay yes, I remember speaking to you yesterday. I have it here. You ordered the XL Rage Room Wrecking Package, is that correct?" I'd hope you would remember speaking to someone with such a unique and beautiful accent. You would be a moron to forget her voice. Rebecca nodded her head. "I see, and to clarify, you are a party of two and want one room."
"Yes, that is correct."
"Perfect, while you ladies are getting our protection equipment on, I'll make sure that your room is set up to your liking. Follow me please."
Talasyn walked out from behind the counter and my eyes drifted over to the screens. It looked like video surveillance displayed on several screens. There were a couple people sitting in the chairs and looking at the monitors. "There are cameras inside the room, that's interesting."
"For those that cannot participate in the wreck room, we do provide live video feed to the lobby however there is no audio." We followed the shorter brunette back into an area that resembled a locker room. "If you brought any belongings, we recommend that you put your belongings inside one of our lockers. The Wreck Room is not responsible for any item that is damaged." She explained.
"We didn't bring anything inside."
"Perfect, here are your suits and face mask. And these are the weapons you can choose from; you each get one." She gestured to the two protective suits hanging on the wall first and then the assortment of weapons laying on the bench in front of us. We both walked over to the bench and stared at the choices in front of us. I reached down and grabbed a metal baseball bat. I've never held one before. Rebecca chuckled, almost entertaining the option of the bowling pin but instead grabbed a crowbar. Wait, what do we need this for again? What's a Rage Room? "Excellent choices. I'll be back in five minutes to escort you to your room."
"Thank you."
Talasyn dismissed herself, closing the door behind her. That left Rebecca and I alone for the first time since arriving here. Not going to lie, I felt a little uneasy discovering that they have public cameras for guests to watch. Cameras don't make me uncomfortable, unfortunately, but I do love some privacy. At least there isn't audio so we can still talk openly with each other. I have to admit, I would have never guessed somewhere like this for a date. "Rebecca, this is an intriguing date spot."
"Heh, it's great to be a little unorthodox. Plus, with everything that's been going on, it wouldn't hurt to unleash some anger in a healthier way." Wait, now that makes sense why this is called a Wreck Room and why we get weapons. She really thought about my mental health after all of this nonsense I've been through recently.
"Oh. That's a good point." We both need this, is she stressed and hurting too? She would have said something, right? Would she open up to me? Rebecca gave me a beautiful smile, passing over the white protective suit to me.
"I got lucky with the reservation. I think both of us need this." I have to agree, I've been suppressing my anger and sadness the only way that I know how and that's drinking. I could use another outlet. We both took the next few minutes to unzip and slide into the protective suit and secured the face mask onto our faces. I guess this helps for more than one reason, no one can really see our faces. Less of a chance of me being recognized, I don't want the unnecessary attention to bother us, this is supposed to be our night.
"Alright Miss Lynch and Miss Mero, your room is ready, grab your weapon and follow me." Talasyn led us to this weird looking room, it had random pieces of wood secured onto the walls and the walls were metal almost like the inside of a storage unit. "Here is your room, your timer is set for thirty minutes and be back then. Have fun!"
The door set behind us with a loud thud, leaving the both of us alone once again but this to smash whatever the hell was in this room. "I never put your name on the reservation."
"I'm used to being recognized."
"Aye I bet that sucks sometimes." You can say that again, sometimes I am lucky if I am able to breathe without being recognized in public. Most of the time, people will only stare at me and be too hesitant to approach me but there are some bold ones hidden amongst them. How many of them… are monsters? I don't intend on finding out. My eyes scanned the metal and wood encased room. Noticing a variety of old electronics and bottles stationed everywhere. "Here, why don't we start on some of these bottles? You take the first swing at these two, Babygirl." Rebecca gestured to a couple of glass bottles on a wooden contraption.
My heart thumped again upon hearing the pet name that she's casually calling me. I smiled widely underneath the protective mask. "It can sometimes yeah, and okay, I'll give it a go." I've never swung a bat before, but it can't be too hard, right? Making sure my hands gripped the handle tightly, I looked over at the two bottles that Rebecca had picked to be my target. Alright, picture something that makes you angry. That's the easiest thing I've ever done. With all of my strength, I swung the bat. The adrenaline of hearing the glass shatter into a million pieces, stirred something inside me. It was such a good feeling; I couldn't help but laugh. "Wow! That felt nice."
"Good swing, my turn!" She complimented, turning her attention to a small group of bottles. Swinging the crowbar effortlessly, Becky managed to take out all of them in one swing. "Ha! Maybe I should have tried baseball as a wee lass! Daisy, did you play any sports?" Oh, is this the part of the date where we start asking each other questions? Or is it merely our mutual curiosity to get to know each other?
"No, I did ballet, gymnastics and different kinds of dance classes. Although basketball and softball did look pretty cool, what about you?" Ballet was something that my mother did as a child so of course, I was going to partake in it. Dancing was my main talent at pageants, so I was constantly learning different hating a good bit of that lifestyle now, I do like to dance. I would always see other children playing different sports, but I wasn't allowed to interact and partake in those activities. I was royalty and they weren't worth my time, supposedly.
"I played a bit of basketball in high school and was on the swim team. I dabbled in a little bit of horseback riding too. All of my friends did some kind of sports in school. Bayley was actually our captain for the basketball team our senior year, Mercedes was also on the team too. But that's because she followed Bayley everywhere. It was cute, they were on the track team too and did martial arts together. Charlotte did volleyball even though I tried talking her into basketball but no dice." You know I probably would have guessed her being the leader of the basketball team, but I was mistaken. It's nice to be able to do all that fun stuff with friends. I get to work out with Kait and all of that and a bunch of other stuff. I want to do more fun things with more people like this.
"All of that sounds like a lot of fun, makes me wish that I actually went to a public school." I said truthfully, focusing my attention on a couple more bottles, shattering them with a single swing.
Becky let out a little whistle at my swinging skills, I guess I'm doing good. Would I be able to hit a moving ball going as fast as a cheetah? The answer is probably no. "If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you? You said you had private tutors and such."
Okay, we are starting to tread into the family territory, but I had already mentioned this to her before. "Because of my mother's job and attempting to get an early jumpstart on my career. I did a few advertisements and commercials as a child as well as many pageants possible. We traveled a lot to different modeling agencies and sometimes to different countries." I felt my smile fade behind my mask, thankfully she can't see it. I don't want to discourage her from getting to know more about me. The memories here are a sensitive topic but I'll stay vague for now. "I had a tutor on the road for a bit, but things changed so I was stuck at home a lot. Sometimes I could stay with my Auntie Torrie and Aunt Stacy, I felt like they were my actual mothers." Once everything hit the fan and my family fell apart, I was so sad and alone. Rena was never really around after that; she was pregnant and still traveling. Why couldn't I go with her? But the sunshine amongst the dark clouds is whenever I could stay with Auntie Torrie and Stacy. That made me happy.
"Considering what you could have turned into, they did an amazing job given the small time they would get with you." My cheeks heated up at the sincere remark. I really could have turned out God awful. I could have turned into a mirror image of Rena. Thankfully I'm only half of that woman. "Did you always want to be a model?"
"Whenever I was younger, definitely, it looked like a fairy tale and a famous model was a queen or princess." Watching how everyone was so envious and adored my mother made it seem so cool. Her and Torrie were always one top whenever it came to the industry. Even now, twenty something years later, they are still keeping up. "If only it stayed like the sunshine and rainbows people make it out to be. I was born into this industry."
"Have you thought about what you'd be doing if you weren't a super famous sexy model?"
"Ha! Such a charmer and no, I don't really know how to do much else." If it doesn't involve a camera on me, I'm clueless. Like what else could I do? Acting? Ew, I'm not sure if I would be fit for that red carpet. I mean there is something I had been thinking about pursuing but I'm not sure if I have such skills for it.
"Well, you could always go to college, I tried but hated it and dropped out. I might not be the best advice for college life, that's Charlotte's thing." Rebecca said with a laugh. Right Charlotte is going to school for business management if I remember correctly. "Is there something you've always wanted to do?"
"I'm not sure. It's not something I've thought about before." Going to college seems like such a foreign concept to me. Would I even find something that I like there? Becky went to college but dropped out. I wonder why. "What did you go to college for?"
"I went to study philosophy, history and politics but yeah, it fuckin' sucked. Maybe one day, I'll return to study health and exercise studies." Oh, I believe that's the same thing Kait studied to become a personal trainer. That'd be cool to know multiple trainers, but I'd get a more private program with Rebecca. I giggled which caused Becky to cock her head to the side. Goodness that was a naughty thought, control yourself Nicole. "Hey Daisy, throw that bottle, let's play some baseball."
"Uh, are you sure? Isn't that dangerous?" I asked, grabbing a hold of the bottle that the orange haired woman pointed at.
"Don't be a sissy, we are wearing protection." She taunted, holding her crowbar like a baseball bat. Okay I mean if she's okay with it, I'll do it. I took a couple steps back and threw the bottle as hard as I could next to Rebecca. She swung the metal bar and it connected with the end of the bottle, shattering it instantly. "Hot damn, I didn't think you'd have an arm like that. Nice throw!"
"Workouts do come in handy, now come on, toss that camera my way." I pointed to the old-school polaroid camera sitting on the wooden box. Rebecca looked over and grabbed it immediately as I readied myself to swing and hopefully hit the target. The tip of my bat collided with the camera and sent it into the metal wall. I couldn't help but giggle and be a little proud of myself. My eyes looked over to a corner of the room where something bigger was sitting. "That computer tower is yours, imagine it's a bitchy customer."
"Already on it!" She exclaimed, making a cute little dash over to the computer tower that was the object of her wrath. Becky slammed the crowbar down on top of it. "You fucking cunt, I'm not interested in your old ugly ass. Just because I smile at you, it doesn't give you the option to touch me." She continued bashing against the surface of the electronic device. Wow, she's really going at it. It's kind of sexy to see Rebecca all aggressive like this. God... I had to make it horny, but I can't lie, it's turning me on. After several more swings, what used to be a computer tower was now a broken pile of scrap. Becky looked back to me, panting and most likely grinning underneath the mask.
Oh, I want to smash something big too. Seeing something sitting up on a wooden contraption, I giggled. "I think he got the memo. I want this monitor, lord knows, I have a lot of pent-up anger."
I walked over to the computer monitor, it had to be a decent size screen, but I could somewhat see my reflection in it. "Ain't that for sure, with all the things that's happened, imagine it's your cunt of a mother." Within an instant of hearing Rebecca's words, I was already swinging my bat against the screen, shattering it with ease. All I can think about right now is all the time Rena has tormented me or ruined my life. One.. Two.. Five.. Seven.. Ten.. Eleven.. Seventeen.. I lost count how many swings I managed to do after that. I smashed the damn thing to oblivion until I became quite fatigued. "I think you broke it enough, Daisy." Rebecca responded, I'm not sure if that scared her. I hope not.
"Haha! Oh, that felt so good! Fuck!" I growled in excitement, glancing down at the carnage of my rampage, I can't even tell what that used to be now. Mother.. Rena.. Why did you make me this way? I'll destroy everything in this room and think about you the entire time. This is really fun, let's keep going. "Come on, throw another one at me!"
For the next several minutes until our thirty minutes were up, the two of us had a lot of fun smashing everything in sight. From bottles, to broken cameras, picture frames, even a couple TVs and a glass table, fuck it felt so good. I was able to fixate my anger on the objects in this room instead of bottling it up and downing a bottle of bourbon or something. Talasyn returned to the Rage Room after the time ran out and escorted us back to the locker room to take off the suits. "Okay, that needs to be a monthly thing because that felt amazing to do. I feel like I need to bring April here. She'd maul everything here." I laughed, recently learning about the tiny Latina's temper, it was quite the shock. I took off my protective mask and unzipped the suit. Once the both of us had taken everything off, we departed from this unique experience. This was a fun little date, but I can't wait for us to go home and have some privacy. With both of us safely back in the car, I leaned over giving Becky a small kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for thinking about this Rebecca, you're the sweetest. You went ham on that printer, what was on your mind?"
She grabbed onto my hand while starting up the car, the orange haired Lass let out a sigh as she started to drive. "That fucker that roofied you, I'd kick their arse whenever I find out who did it. Cargill's on the top of my suspect list."
My smile changed into more of a look of shock, I don't believe I have ever mentioned Cargill by name to her. Maybe I did whenever I was drunk the other night, who knows with me. "You know about Jade?" But hearing that overprotective tone in her voice made my core turn to mush, it was so cute. She's really been thinking about that, ever since she found out.
"Aye, I asked Celeste if they ever caught the bastard, and she said that Jade Cargill was the prime suspect." Oh, I didn't realize that Kait and her would be having conversations like that whenever I'm not around. Becky is concerned about me. I know Kait sure as shit is. I can handle myself, hopefully, I don't plan on getting into any fights about it. "Anyways, we have one more stop on our date before we head back to your place."
"Oh? That's not all."
"No Babygirl, that was only a half an hour of fun. I'd say we can find about another two hours' worth of fun out here." Mm fuck, I am really starting to love how she calls me Babygirl. Each time feels sweeter in my ears.
"Well shit, it felt like so much longer." Okay I should really let her focus on driving, but I don't want the conversation to die down at all. I need to ask about her. I want to know more about Rebecca...about Becky. "So, what do you like to do for fun? I know you love to hang out with your friends, what do you ladies do?"
"Heh, it depends on who is with us. Charlotte could have us doing pretty much anything, simple clubbing to helicopter rides over Vegas. Bayley is a teacher, so she doesn't get much time to relax so she prefers movie nights, nights at home. Don't let her innocent look fool you though, she can be a party animal. Mercedes constantly parties but sometimes it can be an amazing night." Yeah, most of that adds up. I'd like to get to know her friends some more. They all seem so friendly and welcoming like Rebecca. "What about you?"
"I really don't do all that much, I love relaxing in my hot tub and going out to bars. I do read a little..." God, I sound so boring. Why don't I have any hobbies besides maybe swimming but it's not swimming water now. Besides hanging out with Kaitlyn, all I really do is drink and relax.
"Oh, that explains the study. Any preference?"
"I do prefer nonfiction, and books that help me learn new things. I do love a good mystery or romance novel though. I have a soft spot for autobiographies." I mean, I do have a thirst for knowledge sometimes. Like learning a different language or reading travel stories, to some people it sounds like a bore. But there is one autobiography in particular that has my forever stamp as my favorite. I laughed, almost covering my face. "That sounds so dorky."
"I think it's cute."
God, I am going to end up blushing and embarrassing myself if I'm not careful. She thinks I'm cute. Get a grip. "I'm always on call for the studio, since I am the boss of the HHG so I don't get a lot of free time." Ain't that the fucking truth! I'm lucky that I managed to have enough time for this date.
"The Heyman Hustle Girls, is that right?" She questioned as I gave a small 'yupp' in response. I know she's not really a fan of my work and whatnot, which is actually better for me in the long run. I don't have to worry that someone is super obsessed with me. I already deal with that enough. "How did you become the leader at such a young age? Like I don't know how the business works and all, but you'd have to be super experienced I'd like to think."
"My mother was the previous leader of the group. Whenever I turned eighteen, my mother decided to take the offer to model with Wilhelmina in Los Angeles. Instead of naming one of her senior models the new leader, she gave the role to me. I had technically been modeling since I was in the womb, so I was pretty much ready to step in that spotlight." Pretty much, my mother didn't want to lead a group of 'inferior models' and gave them all to me. A lot of the women at that time were not happy with the decision but I had to put on a bitchy face and be the boss I was supposed to be. I hated it. I didn't want this, but Paul needed me, he still needs me. I held up my right hand, showing the black tungsten ring band on my ring finger. It had the word Hustle carved in bright silver lettering. "That is what this ring means, whoever wears this is the lead Hustle Girl. There are four rings, one leader for each branch of Baskow, and a small group of HHG at each one." A lot of the veterans that were around whenever Rena was in charge transferred out to different branches in the coming years. Layla wanted to move back closer to her family, so she went to London. Eve moved to Miami and Zivile went to New York, she's been having fun on Broadway as well.
"Wow, you are amazing, being able to take the reins as leader so effortlessly." Effortlessly is not the word I'd use to describe how much of a leader I am too the girls. I did a shitty job for so long but in the past year, I've really been able to find my footing.
"Please, I'm not all that. It's a job." A job that I hate.
"Take the compliment, Lass. You are a beautiful and talented woman, it's okay to flex that. You are in the top five for Vogue this year. Congrats on that by the way." I mean I'll take every single compliment that comes out of my accented mouth. It makes me all bubbly inside to hear them.
Wait, did I ever mention all that nonsense to Rebecca? I can't remember. "Hm? How did you know that?"
"The newest Vogue issue had the ranking inside, Mercedes drools over you guys so she bought it and I got curious." Right, that makes sense. I guess since we have been seeing each other more and more, naturally she's going to want to learn more about me. I want to learn more about her. "Okay, we have arrived at our second destination." With all the thinking and talking, I never realized that the car had come to a complete stop. Since the first stop was so different, I wonder what Rebecca has planned for us now. It's exciting to think about. The both of us climbed out of the car and I looked up at the sign for the building. 'Sky Zone'. What is this place? I hope we aren't going skydiving or something but that thought terrifies me. Rebecca grabbed my hand and led me inside the building. "Wait here beautiful, let me go get our stuff."
"Okay." My eyes scanned this massive area to see a variety of different activities. It looked like a large gymnasium. There were quite a few people playing amongst the courses and activities, from kids to adults. I could see a corner that had a bunch of trampolines lined up beside each other. A zipline looked to go around the top of the building as I looked and noticed a little kid zooming on it, jumping below to a pit of foam blocks. It looked like there were ball pits and a bounce house looking area. What surprised me was a couple of tv screens that people were standing at. It looked like they were playing some sort of soccer game.
"Let's go put our stuff up and I got us some of their grip socks." She said, holding up two pairs of orange grip socks. Right, I guess that's where we don't slip and fall. Becky led me over to a wall that had a bunch of storage lockers on it. Sitting on the bench, the both of us took off our shoes and switched to the orange socks. I was watching some of the little kids running amuck and screaming their heads off. It was bittersweet to watch but I couldn't help but smile. "It's been forever since I've been here." Rebecca spoke again, I looked over to see her eyes glancing at me, her lips curled into a smile. Fuck. She's so beautiful, I really want to kiss her again, but I need to resist for now. Placing all of our belongings into our assigned locker, my date for the evening rushed over to hand the key back to the employee. Still with that same bright smile, she rushed back and grabbed my hand leading me over to the trampoline area or as they call it, the 'Freestyle Jump Zone'. "Have you ever been on a trampoline before, Lass?"
"Not really, I did try it for gymnastics, but it wasn't my cup of tea." I was never a tumble and trampoline girl whenever it came to gymnastics. I focused on the rhythmic style of gymnastics which went along with my dancing. Usually, you have an apparatus to perform with most common things are a ribbon or a hoop.
"That sucks that you didn't own one to bounce around in, they are so fun." Once we made it over there, she smiled back at me. "Let me show you, this is their free jump area so you can jump to your heart's content." Becky wasted no time and leapt onto the trampolines like she was a spider monkey or something. The older woman let out a couple laughs as I followed her sporadic and swift movements. I chuckled, she's like a fiery orange jumping bean. Rebecca did a couple little front flips, but the last one didn't go as planned and she landed on her butt.
"Was falling on your ass part of the demonstration?" I questioned, letting out a belly laugh as Rebecca puffed her cheeks out in a childish pout. She glared at me, crossing her arms across her chest as I caught my breath. "I'm teasing, I'll give it a try now." Now going to lie, stepping onto the trampoline felt strange to me but I mean, it can't be bad right, Becky was having some fun with it. The first jump was a little scary because I wasn't sure if I was going to keep my balance. I didn't go that high, but I wasn't expecting too. But after a few more times, I was starting to get the hang of it. "Ha! Ha! Woah, this is fun!"
"Look at that, you're a natural." I wouldn't say that I am a natural, I'll say that I am a fast learner; I've always had to be. Once I had a grasp on it, Rebecca started jumping around too, almost like a wild woman. It was so cute to watch but eventually I wanted to be a risk taker like she was. She was doing all kinds of flips and kip ups, even if the landings were still somewhat wonky. What mattered were all the laughs. I managed to do a couple flips myself but the most fun came from trying to race her to the other side of the zone. She won. It was still a fun bit of exercising; I was starting to get a little winded. How long had we been bouncing for anyways? Rebecca moved over off the trampolines back onto solid ground, catching her breath as I followed close behind her. Not going to lie, I was staring at her chest rising and falling rapidly with each pant. "Do you want to try something else now? They have a rock-climbing wall, a parkour course or even basketball."
All of those things sound pretty exciting now, if jumping was that much fun, I wonder what all these other activities have in store for us. "All of those, yeah but whenever we get to the basketball, go easy on me please." I'm going to have a good teacher whenever it comes to playing basketball, but I think it's going to be a little different having the trampolines to maneuver with. We made it over to the rock wall and the thing had to be at least twenty feet tall. I look up, I want to be able to slide down the bouncy slide. "Oh god, that's pretty high."
"You got this; I'll be right below you to catch you if you fall." With the sweet encouragement from Rebecca, I eagerly started the ascent up the wall. Honestly, I don't know how she's going to prevent me from falling but it's the thought that counts. Doing my regular exercises has caused me to build up some decent arm strength. Becky followed behind me as I managed to get about over halfway. There we go, just a bit more and I'll make it to the top on my first attempt! I felt my foot slip off of the rock and I couldn't recover from that. I fell but Becky tried to grab onto me, but I ended up knocking her down with me. We both fell into the ball pit. "That was pretty good for your first attempt."
"I have the best motivator." I praised. "What made you think of this place, Rebecca?"
I turned to her as we both let out a small laugh about being in this ball pit, I've never been in one of these before either. I've seen them on videos and tv shows. Why do I have the urge to fill up my empty pool with those plastic balls for the wintertime? Kait would kill me. "Well, I know that you didn't exactly get to have much of a childhood so why not let that inner kid out a bit? Plus, it's way more fun whenever you have someone to play with." I could feel the sincerity behind her beautiful voice, she meant every word of it. All of this wasn't for her, it was for me. What have I done to deserve such kindness? My bottom lip quivered for a second as I could feel my emotions starting to take over. Am I happy right now? Am I sad? Is that why I want to cry? I'm not sure. "...Daisy, are you okay?"
I snapped back into reality to see the orange haired Lass staring lovingly and concerned at me. Focus. Don't make her sad with your confusing feelings. I chuckled, rubbing the back of my head in embarrassment. "Oh yeah, I'm debating on what we should play with next." I leaned over and whispered huskily in her ear. "You're so sweet, I'll reward you later."
Becky let out a small gasp and she threw a tiny blue ball at my face. I can tell I made her flustered. She laughed. "You deserve it too, you know. I'm happy I can do this for you."
"Rebecca, thank you." I used to think for the longest time that I never deserved happiness. I grew up not having a lot of it myself or if I was happy, it was taken forcefully away from me. Something that used to feel so impossible has been more common since this fiery woman entered my life. More things to live for, right? Enough sitting around and thinking about pointless stuff now, I want to have more fun. I'm going to play to my heart's content until it's time to go home and have some more adult fun. "Let's go try the parkour course, I bet I can get further than you!"