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When it Rains, it Pours; Adams Story
Topic Started: Mar 26 2008, 04:00 AM (49 Views)
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Everything is calm, quiet, and still. Everything is perfect. Of course, everything feels perfect when you're as warmly tucked in and as cozy as the Great White Hype is looking. If I didn't doubt it could be, I'd swear that he's sporting a sly little grin. Of course, when you make it with Jaime Lee, whatever "it" eludes to, who wouldn't sleep happy?!

Calm, quiet, and still... until a buzz annoyingly disrupts it all! Adams brow furrows with displeasure as his hand flops unsseing and in search of the buzz's origin. Aha! It's his cell phone! No music though... no sexy guitars squeeling a familiar tune. Seems the Hype set the blasted thing to a nice quiet buzz setting... or so he had thought. Nothing nice or quiet about these vibrations. Of course, that's only if you find the sound of a plastic whir amplified by a wooden table top less than pleasing. Seeing the Hype scowl, I'd rightly assume he's of that particular frame of mind.

Success! The Hype has snared the annoying little buzz kill. And now he's wide awake, and soaking in a rather unsettling sight. Rather, he's soaking in nothing at all... and that's what unsettles him. Usually, when you go to sleep with someone, they tend to be right where you left them... in bed beside you! Or, at least that's how it's been as far as the Hypes experiences have gone. But despite all that... Jaime Lee is nowhere to be found.

Unsettling.

Tossing a concerned look from left to right, the Hype finds no sign of the former Hellcat champion who just the night before completely rocked his little world. The Hype tears away from his sheets and pays no regard what so ever to the fact that he's clad in not but his skivies! No time to worry about fashion... something far more pressing has absorbed the panic stricken FCC. Adam shoots his head into the ensuite and finds... nothing. No Jaime. No Jaime trinkets. Nothing at all.

Following a furious and frantic search of his hotel room, including a thourough search beneath the bed and behind the curtains... even inside the wardrobe, Adam gives up. He flops down on the foot of his bed just as disappointed and just as confused as he had the night before. That is until Jaime came back.

Of course!

Maybe she just stepped out! Maybe she's getting a little "morning after the night before" celebatory breakfast! What a flattering and at the same time humbling thought. The Hype sits and preverbally pats himself on the back with a wee boasting smirk and foolish looking nod of the head. That's when something dawns on the FCC.

His phone had been ringing.

Ordinarily, and again, as far as the Hypes experiences have led him to believe, a ringing phone normally means only one thing. And if you think it means he set some kind of alarm, I'll tell you right now, the Great White Hype is certainly not that technologically advanced. As far as he's concerned, clocks have a purpose, and he'll be damned if some pushy little, flash in the pan bit of technology like a cell phone is going to come along and steal a clocks job! Therefore, he's utterly refused to even inspect the alarm capabilities of his unneccessarily complicated cell phone. It looks cool. And that's why he bought it.

Slipping a shirt over his head, as his other has seemingly and mysteriously disappeared, the Hype lurches backward and grabs his cell phone from beneath the pillow he had used to smother it with. He flips the phone open and low and behold, there it is... "One Missed Call". Mashing a few buttons with his thumb, the Hype gets to the bottom of this wee mystery.

Ringing.

A voice at the other end brings a smile to the Hypes face and his eyes light up.


Hype: Scotty, you motor boating son of a bitch! Just missed your call, but hey, here I am now! So what's u-

And he stops. Rather sudden, but an interruption always is. As the Hype listens his brow furrows again out of confusion.

Hype: Yea, of course I remember Davey-boy. That funny bastard and I are hitting Barrington street as soon as I hit home soil. Why?

Again, the Hype listens, and as he does, his brown sinks and rises with every passing word until...

Tears.

No longer the Hype, Adam is now a person. The real person. His lip quivers and his eyes well up. The phone begins the shake ever so slightly in his palm while his breath catches in his chest before puffing itself out through a series of short and punctuated sighs. His eyes float toward the ceiling as one single tear rolls down his cheek and his lips part to let a heavily saddened breath pass.


Adam: When did... um, when did this happen?

More information is passed and more daggers pierce Adams already bleeding heart.

Adam: Yea, no... I understand. I mean, we all knew this kind of thing happens over there all the time. That's why we all signed up, right? To make a difference. I guess, uh... I guess ol' Davey just uh... I guess Davey just took it more to heart than the rest of us did.And I mean, hell... that makes that son of a bitch a, uh....

Adam struggles to say it.

Adam: That's what makes Davey a hero, right Scotty? Yea... a hero.

Simply having the words leave his mouth is enough to draw more tears from his eyes. Adam drops his eblow on his knee and burries his throbbing forehead deep into his palm. The messaging, or weak attempt anyway, does little to soothe this kind of hurt.

Adam: Of course I will, Scotty. You know I'll be there. Do you, um... do you think who ever's taking care of this will let me play? You know... for Davey?

At least something gives Adam a reason to smile... if even for a fraction of a moment.

Adam: Great. Thanks a lot, man. I appreciate it, and I know it sounds kinda wierd, but I appreciate the call too. Tell Donna and the kids...

The kids. Just thinking about them draws more and more tears from Adams eyes.

Adam: Tell Donna and the kids that I'm sending them all my love and that they're in my prayers. I'll see you guys real soon. Be strong man... be strong. Thanks, Scotty...

And with that, Adam slowly folds his phone in half. His eyes stare off into space for thousands of miles. He's gone from us now. Light years away with troubling thoughts threatening to break the damn at any moment. Adam gulps and one of his hands flies to his mouth to smother the sobs that are to come.

I think it's time we gave Adam some quiet.


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