Author's Note: Just something I kinda whipped up out of nowhere… Aiko, my beta/best buddy claims that it was an unconscious thing with Casey (he's supposed to be Eric) and Jake (he's supposed to be Darron) blinks Uh… Yeah. Most of you probably didn't understand any of that, but oh well!

Perfection

Adri finally finished packing the picnic lunch. It was absolutely perfect. Delicious sandwiches, ripe apples, and a fresh batch of sugar cookies: She had made it all.
"Coming, Baby?" Eric asked, popping his head through the doorway. He was extremely handsome, with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Rippling muscles were perfectly displayed by a green tank top.
Adri stopped to check herself in the mirror. Her hair was up in a neat little bun, with two straight locks of hair framing her face. Her dress had a Japanese style to it, with a high collar, ankle-touching hem, and unique pattern. The purple, blue, and green coloring really brought out her eyes, and she adored the blossoming sleeves. The entire ensemble was perfect.
I look like ChiChi from DragonballZ! This strange thought was dismissed in favor of the cheerful thoughts of the perfect day ahead of her. First a hike to the lake, then a picnic, swimming, fishing, a campfire, dinner, and a camp-out. It would be so much fun!
Lucas and Blake, her two sons, were waiting at the door. "Are you ready, Mom?" twelve-year-old Blake asked, flashing her a hopeful smile full of perfect, white teeth.
Adri smiled, returning his perfect grin, and replied, "If you are."
"I am!" five-year-old Blake declared. He was perfectly adorable, with a mop of sandy hair identical to his father's.
"Are you boys perfectly sure you'll catch enough fish? I didn't pack dinner." Adri warned.
Eric poked his head into the room again. "Are you coming?" he asked, a pack of fishing gear fitting perfectly on his shoulder. He kissed Adri on the cheek and led her out the door before any more distractions could prevent their starting. Lucas hooked their huge mutt, Jack, onto a leash before jogging to catch up.
It was two hours before Blake became too tired to walk, so he rode aboard Jack's back. An hour later, Adri pleaded to call a rest. Eric, who knew perfectly well that their camping place was just a little ways away, pulled Adri into his arms and set off at a sprint, laughing at Adri's girlish shrieking and giggling.
They reached the lake just as the sun was overhead, signaling that it was noon. Whooping, Lucas and Blake stripped off their shirts and ran splashing into the water. "They're such silly little guys, but at the same time, so perfect." Adri laughed.
"Yeah, they take after their father perfectly." Eric agreed with a lopsided grin. He set Adri down in a shady patch of grass and ran to join his two sons.
Still chuckling, Adri began laying the picnic out, making sure everything looked perfect. Without any warning, an arm slipped around her shoulders. "Sure is perfect around here, isn't it?" a cool voice asked. Screaming, Adri tried to scramble away, but the grip on her shoulder was firm.
Eric was up on the bank immediately. A man dressed in casual jeans and a dark shirt held Adri captive. He had dark hair, and an angular face. A light shower of freckles decorated his cheeks, and his face looked cheerful, as if it was more accustomed to a smile than a frown. "Who are you?" Eric snapped.
"I'm Darron." The man grinned. "And in my world, the real world, none of this exists."
"Then go back there, and leave us alone!" Eric ordered, figuring this man was insane.
"I can't. You see, you've captured my wife." Darron said. He turned to Adri. "Adrienne."
"What are you talking about?" Adri snapped.
Darron's intense gaze locked on hers. "I've got to make you remember, Adrienne. You belong in my world. Our world. We've got an apartment. It's small, but we manage the rent. It used to be a mess, but you fixed it up. A kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room. We've got three pets. A dog, a ferret, and -"
"A rat." Adri finished. "Dakota, Puck, and Gustave."
Adri turned to Eric. No, not Eric. He was just a model she'd seen once in a magazine. She'd thought he was cute. That had been before Darron and she had began dating. Blake and Lucas were from tv shows, creating a mix and match group: a family of perfection. But it wasn't real. It couldn't be real.
"Adrienne… Do you remember me?" Darron asked slowly.
"Of course I remember you. I'm your wife." Adrienne, not Adri, smirked. Her hair was shorter now, out of such a restricting style. It hung in silky waves; it was her pride and joy. Her skin lost its flawless appearance, and the tan disapeared. Freckles painted themselves across her face. The dress was replaced by jeans and a black t-shirt that read: I have all the answers, but I never said they were all right.
"Do you want to go home now?" Darron asked.
"How?" Adrienne wondered. "How'd I get here in the first place?"
"Think."
"We were driving home from the movie. It was late. Then a car… Hit us?" Adrienne asked, unsure.
"You went into a coma. Your family wants to pull the plug. The doctor is walking in right now. Your mother is crying. They're taking me out of the room."
"Stop him!" Adrienne pleaded.
"I can't." Darron said, smirking at the bitter irony. "They think I've gone temporarily insane. And because we aren't legally married, I can't protest."
"But we're going to be married in a week!" Adrienne protested. "I've got to get home!"
"Believe with every bit of your soul that you want to go home. There can't be any doubt. Hurry!" Darron pleaded.
"I already do!" Adrienne protested. Yet… Wouldn't it be nice to be Adri for a while? Without the pains of the world? Without rent or taxes or bills? Without… Darron?"
"You're dead." Darron said, his voice cracking with pain. "I love you Adrienne. Goodbye."

"No!" Adrienne screamed, sitting up in her bed. There was several shrieks, followed by hugs and tears.
"It's a miracle, Adri!" her cousin Veronica cried.
A cold chill ran up Adrienne's spine. "Don't call me that, please, Veronica. May I see my Darron now?"
"I don't know. You may not like what you see, Dear." her father told her.
Without a word, Adrienne stood up, practically brushing off the medical instruments covering her body. A wave of pain rushed over her and she stumbled, but one of the doctors caught her and eased her into a wheelchair.
The grey-haired doctor wheelchaired Adrienne out of the room, and into the room next to hers. Darron sat on his bed, sobbing. "She's dead." he choked.
Adrienne rushed to his side. "Dare! I'm okay! I'm okay, really!" she cried, touching his shoulder.
Darron looked up at her. His eyes widened and he promptly fainted. "I love you too, Dare." Adrienne sighed, curling up next to her love.