The artist's model part 3 (ForTheWamts)

Lia was dreaming again. It was the type of dream that doesn't make any sense at all, there was a ball pit full of spherical snakes bouncing around and she was a sheet of paper floating on top of it. And then she was being pulled into something dark that was glowing ominously red. Just as she was about to enter it though, something was happening with her body. Her senses not functioning properly just now, she couldn't understand why she was feeling this wetness somewhere on her body and lazily slapped her arm where her instincts was telling her was a good spot.

A few seconds later, the blurriness from her eyes went away and she saw that the cause of the feeling was none other than her boyfriend, John. "Ehmmm... Morning, John... A bit... early...", she was forcing herself not to doze back off, but it was hard after all the "fun" yesterday. She only then realized what was really happening and the smile from yesterday went back. "Although... I guess it's pretty... inconsiderate of me, making you wait...", Lia said, stifiling a short, cute yawn as she lazily craned her neck up a little to kiss him on the cheek.

Lia decided that she could get through the day, being tired in the morning was normal enough, given how much running and biking she did on top of her usual training schedule. Or in the case of yesterday... Gotta get up, she told herself, sitting up in her tiny bed, blinking a few times as she looked around. Just two days and we've gone so far..., was her first semiconscious thought of the day. Lia felt John tug on her and half stood half got dragged out of the bed.

"Well, no time for breakfast here, which is just as good I guess. No breakfast to eat anyways...", Lia said as she walked half naked around the bedroom, before noticing her state of clothing. She had lost the Tshirt over the night somehow and had only her panties on. "Hey John, could you find me my shirt? It's probably near the bed... And this is yours." Lia had found John's pants near the doorway for some reason, not looking for a reason how it got there, and returned it as she quickly grabbed a bra from her small stash of clothes in a drawer.

"Not tonight. Uhmm... Well I do have a match coming up, but it's not tonight, and it's sorta embarrassing.", Lia frowned at how her contract was set up, but she didn't know enough of the legal stuff to change it now.

She slipped back into the shirt that had somehow gotten off of her overnight and then headed out into the slightly smaller space of her apartment. It wasn't much bigger than a standard dorm at the complex, but it was a bit farther away, which gave her a bit more privacy. She pulled on a pair of socks and some shorts and was ready to head out.

"That's awesome! I'll try to be there if something weird doesn't come up. Here's to the start of your career as a wrestler of Action!" Lia said, completely screwing up the word, it seemed that her brain wasn't quite there yet. Of course, she didn't know that she messed up and just hugged John in ignorant congradulations at his news.

When the next question came, Lia barely hesitated to say "Yeah, sure if it isn't a problem." Normally on days that she was free from matches or training, it was just her exploring some new place, but her 'normal' had changed ever since meeting John, so tagging along seemed like the better idea for her.

His car really was nice, something about how freeing the open roof felt, combined with how much coolness the design of it had. "No problem, just make sure it's not too loud in case you miss the cops come after us.", she really was tired, even for her that was lame. Oh well.

The song was pretty good, the beat just fast enough to keep her interested, she didn't really pay attention to the lyrics, but she never really did whenever she was focusing on other things. She was just looking at the scenery passing them by. "Obviously I can't go into your class, so I'll just find you somewhere after you're done?"