forum Weird Idea, so Hear Me Out (Closed)

Started July 15, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Mr. Fundamentals," he said, rolling his eyes at it. "So bad."

She couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head. "Care to explain that one? Mr. Fundamentals," She echoed, glancing at him.

"So, there are basic fundamentals when it comes to mixed martial arts. Stuff that you basically have to have, such as good foot stance, correct hand positioning, the form of your punches, ect. They say I have that stuff honed down to perfection, so they call me Mr. Fundamentals." He flicked on his turn signal and pulled up to a red light. "It's all a bit overblown."

"I mean, that's a lot of dedication to get the basics perfect." She shrugged and smiled slightly, "I don't know enough about mixed martial arts to know if its an exaggeration though."

"The idea behind it is nice, I guess, but the name is just very corny," he said as he turned on his left-hand turn signal. There were barely any cars on the street, so he was able to go much faster than he usually did. "So….how badly has us being caught in the restaurant blown up?"

Vanessa shrugged at his last question, trying to downplay how much it had blown up, "Bad, but not terrible. I mean, it'll be ok, eventually."

"How many Tweets have you gotten from tonight 'til now about it?" he asked, raising a disbelieving eyebrow over at Vanessa.

"Er.." She glanced at him and then pulled out her phone, checking just how many messages, Tweets, and various other forms of contact she had been contacted from, "A few…thousand…maybe close to a million now.."

"'Bad, but not terrible,'" he mocked playfully, more amused than annoyed by the whole situation. "You lie too quickly. Unless that's what really quantifies as 'not terrible' to you."

"I've dealt with worse explosions in the media," She defended, pushing her phone back into her pocket and shrugging, "It could be or get worse, so I wouldn't label it as terrible just yet."

"Worse?" he said with surprise. She got more Tweets on having dinner with a guy than Lee has had his entire life. "What's the worst one you've ever experienced?"

A small and slightly embarrassed smile moved onto her face and she glanced at him, "It's pretty stupid. I was at an awards ceremony for something or other, and I had invited one of my friends." Vanessa looked out the window and chuckled, "As you could guess, the press that was there went wild when they saw me sitting next to a guy, not caring that we both had admitted that we didn't like each other romantically and that we were just friends."

"Fucking Christ," he mumbled, slowing down to enter the exit lane. "Well, then, I'm happy no one saw us dancing, then. That would've created a firestorm."

Just then, Vanessa's phone went of, the short ding that told her it was one of her apps.

(Hehehe)

Vanessa heard the ding loud and clear, though she looked over at Lee and just raised an eyebrow as she dug her phone back out of her pocket, "How much you want to bet that it's our good ol' friend the paparazzi with brand new pictures of us dancing?"

"60 bucks," he said as he turned into the exit. "Although I doubt I have that much money lying around to pay you back."

"Lets see if you're right," She said, opening the app and reading carefully. A small sigh escaped from her lips and she shook her head, "Fuck, you must be bad luck Lee, since it is exactly that. They even got a few pictures of us just taking at the bar. They've made the connection that you're the same person from lunch to here too."

"How'd they even know you were there?" he asked, pulling his eyes off the road for a moment to look down at her phone. "You were in disguise."

"Apparently not disguised enough though," She muttered in reply, shaking her head, "They probably saw us go in and someone followed us in." She pointed up towards the road again and shut her phone off, "Pay attention abs," In all honesty, she didn't care so much about the press following her around, it was roping Lee into the craziness that she was more worried about.

He looked back to the road, frowning slightly. "I'm sorry for causin' this much trouble for you. Wasn't my intention at all."

Vanessa shrugged, "I'm used to this, you didn't cause anything. If anything, I'm sorry for causing all this trouble for you." If anything, she was willing to go through the trouble to hang out with him.

"What type of trouble do you think this causes me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow over at her.

"I mean, it means you could get harassed by more by the press," She said, looking out the window, "Which can increase your popularity and help your career, but it could also cause problems."