So, as I'm writing this we have 250 reads! That is phenomenal! I can't thank you guys enough, that is like a quarter of 1k and in this space of time I'm freaking out! My dad is really proud of me...
I pre-write these, so if I seem to not be up-to-date I'm sorry. Also I'm going to spell Aleasa as Alesa because apparently that's the correct way. Anyway, this could get feelzy, I've never written something like this before, so I'm not sure if the full effect will come through like I intend. If anyone has read my Ross x Reader then you know I like to explain real-life things with something that involves the plots of my fanfics, but I will explain for those of you who don't know the backstory of the theme of this one at the end of this chapter. *hands out tissues* Just in case.
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Adam's POV:
Alesa stood there with a fake smile plastered on her face, bouncing a cooing Mason on her hip. Dark circles were smudged under her eyes, and I could tell she had been expecting me- Adam, not Red.
"Where's Adam?" She says stiffly, she's definitely annoyed at the real me. I was just about to nervously run a hand through my hair but catch myself.
"Before I answer that, could I come inside? You should probably sit down for this." She moves away from the door, allowing me access to the hallway then climbs up the stairs, presumably to try and put Mason to bed. Walking through the familiar halls I find the living room with ease and instinctively sit in the armchair by the French Doors. I try to relax into the leather, but the importance of the conversation I'm about to partake in forces my muscles to stay clenched.
Alesa walks in and sits on the couch adjacent to me and looks at me with blood-shot eyes. "What is it?" She crosses her arms.
"Well, do you want the bad news or the weird news?" I say awkwardly. I don't know why I feel so reserved around my wife.
"Bad news." She says strongly. That's the Alesa I know and love: Ready for anything.
I sigh, and put my head in my hands. I don't know if this is better or worse.
"Tim, Corey and Em are missing." I mumble, my voice muffled by my palms. I hear an intake of breath. Looking up, I see Alesa with her hand over her mouth, her once tired eyes now alert.
"Shit," She whispers, bringing her hand slowly down, "How did that happen? Why isn't Adam here to tell me?"
"Well, to answer you first question, we don't know why at the moment. We're trying to figure everything out..." I try to explain. When you don't have the answers yourself, it's hard to dish out information.
"Why haven't you gone to the cops?" She asks me, confused. That's actually a pretty reasonable question- Why haven't we? I guess it would be too risky. I'll have to tell the guys (and girl) after this... confession, I guess. I can do this. I brush my sweaty palms across the material of my jeans.
"That links into the second question," I ready myself, my leg bouncing up and down in regular beats, "They'll think we're insane."
Her brow furrows. "What do you mean?" More questions, but at least I have an answer to her.
"You wanted Adam to tell you everything? Well, he is..." I don't even dare to breath as Alesa's face changes from confusion to anger then to something I couldn't decipher. She slowly gets up from her chair.
"So your Adam?" She said, so quietly I could barely hear her.
"Y-yes?" I could help but stumble over my words. Then, she does something I hadn't planned for on the way here. She was supposed to hug me, tell me everything was going to be OK. That everything was OK. That we would get through it together. She would understand.
"I'm fed up of his jokes! Adam put you up to this, didn't he!" Her face was red with fury. I was so shocked I could barely speak. She clenched her fists.
"N-"
"I can't believe him! We've been married for 3 years! 3 years of endless games and childishness!" I sit motionless in my chair, terrified of what she was going to say next. She had never said anything like that about me before, with such ferocity.
"You know what? Tell the real Adam goodbye. From his Ex-Wife!" With her rant ended, she takes off both her rings and tosses them to the ground, the metal making a sickening clink. Mason starts screaming from upstairs. My former wife runs to the cupboard under the stairs and takes out a satchel. How long had she been planning running away? With not even one more look at me she storms off down the hallway, leaving me alone. The $200 high-heels I bought her for her birthday clacking against the laminate. When she get's out of sight, the front door slams shut.
My cries mix with Mason's in the now-emptiness of our home.
Of my home.
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Ok, yes, I'm cutting onions! Deal with it! But on a serious note, Adam and Alesa have broken up (I've heard this from various sources) apparently. But please don't go around asking them about it, they probably want to move on and reminding them isn't going to help with that. I know that in this I probably make Alesa seem like a bitch, but she seems so kind in what I've seen of her. If she wasn't, then Adam wouldn't have married her. So please don't take any of this out of context. I should probably shut up before I mess up and get something wrong, offending every single person on the entire planet. But anyway, I hope you're still liking this! The next chapter will be more light-hearted! I promise!
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Body Switch: Sky Media
FanfictionWhen suddenly everyone in the offices switches bodies, it is up to them to find their missing friends and get back into their own bodies. Was this just a freak incident or something more?
