++Title» Good Enough
++Chapter» One
++Character» I own Nicole Denk and Makaila Jaden Julias. Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and all the other assorted superstars are owned by the WWE.
++Date» Saturday, September 28, 2002
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Hey your glass is empty,
It's a hell of a long way home.
Why don't you let me take you?
It's no good to go alone.
I never would have opened up
But you seemed so real to me,
After all the bullshit I've heard
It's refreshing not to see,
I don't have to pretend,
She doesn't expect it from me
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"Shit, I am sorry Paul. I didn't see you were coming." Nicole Denk said as she bent down to pick up some documents that fell on the floor when she knocked into Paul Levesque. His girlfriend, Stephanie McMahon, came out behind him and walked all over Nicole's papers, turning around to look down.
"Just, don't let it happen again." Stephanie threw Nicole a grin and walked off.
"Bitch..." Nicole uttered to herself so Paul wouldn't hear.
"Steph!" Paul called to his girlfriend who was going to her office on the third floor. "Damn, sorry Nicole. She is in a really bad mood with the booking team. She just needs to cool off." Paul said bending down and helping Nicole pick up the rest of her documents. Nicole shook her head in disgust.
"It's okay. Thank you, Paul." Nicole said walking into her office and switching on the light. She threw all the papers and files on her desk and sat down. Paul peeked around the corner, and had his hand on the door frame. Nicole flipped through some of the address cards on her desk and spoke aloud to herself. "Layner... Layner. Where the hell is Layner?" She kept flipping through the little cards and Paul walked into the office. He took a seat in a chair, the opposite side of Nicole. He grabbed the set of address cards and flipped through them, pulling out one single card.
"George... Layner." Paul handed Nicole the card, with a smile.
Nicole blushed a little, "Thanks, again... Paul." She sat up straight and started to type on her lab top. She would look at the card, then look back up at the lab top. Once or twice her eyes caught Paul's. "Did you need something?" Nicole asked politely.
"What are you doing?" Paul asked her.
"I am working..." Nicole said sarcastically smiling. She was so bubbly at times, but a little disgusted at the fact of that days events, occurring with Stephanie. "By the way, here is your script for Saturday's show." Nicole threw the paper clipped papers across the desk to Paul.
"You're upset, aren't you?"
"You're damn straight I am. That girl treats me like a fucking puppy that she picked up in a dumpster outside a Farmer's market. I am not no god damn dog. Paul, we're friends but how in the hell do you put up with that loner, bitch?" Nicole said slapping her lap top down and packing it into the case.
"Nik, I told you, she is just having a bad day." Paul said putting his hands on the desk.
"So, that gives her a right to walk on MY job and treat ME like shit? I do not fucking think so. Does she do this to you when you fight, or when you walk into her father? I do not fucking think so, again." Nicole said getting herself more venerable. She stacked the messed papers on her desk up neatly and sat them in her briefcase. She straightened out the office a little bit and Paul watched her every move
"Stephanie doesn't..." Paul stopped. Nicole interrupted, slamming her hands on the desk.
"She doesn't what Paul? Treat you like a fucking piece of shit? Do not tell me that because I know half the guys in the back know how much of a lowlife she is. Oh wow, she knows how to treat her fans. Do I look like a fucking celebrity?" Nicole's eyes began to form tears. "I am no one Paul. I am no one..." Paul got up and walked behind the desk wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry on his chest. He put his hand on the back of her head and listened to her whimpers. Nicole pulled away and grabbed her lab top and her briefcase. "I've got to go." Nicole walked out of her office, and out of the building to the parking lot.
Paul ran after her and shouted across the entire parking lot, "You are someone, dammit!" Nicole got in her Celica and drove away. Paul put his hands on his head in torment. Stephanie came up behind him and touched his waist. Paul jumped, and turned around. He looked at Stephanie with low eyes, and walked away.
"Paul, what is wrong?" Stephanie shouted.
"You are a real jerk sometimes, Stephanie. I love you, I really do, but you are so mean." Paul went back to Stephanie kissing her on the forehead. "I am going back to Nausha for three days. I'll call you when I get there." Paul kissed Stephanie's lips and Stephanie hugged her boyfriend.
"Be careful Paul, we need to talk when you get home." Stephanie said to Paul as he went inside the building to grab his things.
"Yeah, yeah." Paul mumbled back. He went to Nicole's office to grab his jacket and the script laying on the chair. He slung the jacket over his shoulder and knocked a frame over on her desk. He went to pick it up, but he looked at the picture inside the frame. It was a man, Nicole, and a little girl. They were laying in the grass showing the small girl a tiny kitten. He put the picture frame back how it was, and shut the office door, walking out to his Escalade and pulling out the keys. He got in the car and drove off, thinking about his relationship with Stephanie all the way to New Hampshire.
++Chapter» One
++Character» I own Nicole Denk and Makaila Jaden Julias. Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and all the other assorted superstars are owned by the WWE.
++Date» Saturday, September 28, 2002
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Hey your glass is empty,
It's a hell of a long way home.
Why don't you let me take you?
It's no good to go alone.
I never would have opened up
But you seemed so real to me,
After all the bullshit I've heard
It's refreshing not to see,
I don't have to pretend,
She doesn't expect it from me
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Shit, I am sorry Paul. I didn't see you were coming." Nicole Denk said as she bent down to pick up some documents that fell on the floor when she knocked into Paul Levesque. His girlfriend, Stephanie McMahon, came out behind him and walked all over Nicole's papers, turning around to look down.
"Just, don't let it happen again." Stephanie threw Nicole a grin and walked off.
"Bitch..." Nicole uttered to herself so Paul wouldn't hear.
"Steph!" Paul called to his girlfriend who was going to her office on the third floor. "Damn, sorry Nicole. She is in a really bad mood with the booking team. She just needs to cool off." Paul said bending down and helping Nicole pick up the rest of her documents. Nicole shook her head in disgust.
"It's okay. Thank you, Paul." Nicole said walking into her office and switching on the light. She threw all the papers and files on her desk and sat down. Paul peeked around the corner, and had his hand on the door frame. Nicole flipped through some of the address cards on her desk and spoke aloud to herself. "Layner... Layner. Where the hell is Layner?" She kept flipping through the little cards and Paul walked into the office. He took a seat in a chair, the opposite side of Nicole. He grabbed the set of address cards and flipped through them, pulling out one single card.
"George... Layner." Paul handed Nicole the card, with a smile.
Nicole blushed a little, "Thanks, again... Paul." She sat up straight and started to type on her lab top. She would look at the card, then look back up at the lab top. Once or twice her eyes caught Paul's. "Did you need something?" Nicole asked politely.
"What are you doing?" Paul asked her.
"I am working..." Nicole said sarcastically smiling. She was so bubbly at times, but a little disgusted at the fact of that days events, occurring with Stephanie. "By the way, here is your script for Saturday's show." Nicole threw the paper clipped papers across the desk to Paul.
"You're upset, aren't you?"
"You're damn straight I am. That girl treats me like a fucking puppy that she picked up in a dumpster outside a Farmer's market. I am not no god damn dog. Paul, we're friends but how in the hell do you put up with that loner, bitch?" Nicole said slapping her lap top down and packing it into the case.
"Nik, I told you, she is just having a bad day." Paul said putting his hands on the desk.
"So, that gives her a right to walk on MY job and treat ME like shit? I do not fucking think so. Does she do this to you when you fight, or when you walk into her father? I do not fucking think so, again." Nicole said getting herself more venerable. She stacked the messed papers on her desk up neatly and sat them in her briefcase. She straightened out the office a little bit and Paul watched her every move
"Stephanie doesn't..." Paul stopped. Nicole interrupted, slamming her hands on the desk.
"She doesn't what Paul? Treat you like a fucking piece of shit? Do not tell me that because I know half the guys in the back know how much of a lowlife she is. Oh wow, she knows how to treat her fans. Do I look like a fucking celebrity?" Nicole's eyes began to form tears. "I am no one Paul. I am no one..." Paul got up and walked behind the desk wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry on his chest. He put his hand on the back of her head and listened to her whimpers. Nicole pulled away and grabbed her lab top and her briefcase. "I've got to go." Nicole walked out of her office, and out of the building to the parking lot.
Paul ran after her and shouted across the entire parking lot, "You are someone, dammit!" Nicole got in her Celica and drove away. Paul put his hands on his head in torment. Stephanie came up behind him and touched his waist. Paul jumped, and turned around. He looked at Stephanie with low eyes, and walked away.
"Paul, what is wrong?" Stephanie shouted.
"You are a real jerk sometimes, Stephanie. I love you, I really do, but you are so mean." Paul went back to Stephanie kissing her on the forehead. "I am going back to Nausha for three days. I'll call you when I get there." Paul kissed Stephanie's lips and Stephanie hugged her boyfriend.
"Be careful Paul, we need to talk when you get home." Stephanie said to Paul as he went inside the building to grab his things.
"Yeah, yeah." Paul mumbled back. He went to Nicole's office to grab his jacket and the script laying on the chair. He slung the jacket over his shoulder and knocked a frame over on her desk. He went to pick it up, but he looked at the picture inside the frame. It was a man, Nicole, and a little girl. They were laying in the grass showing the small girl a tiny kitten. He put the picture frame back how it was, and shut the office door, walking out to his Escalade and pulling out the keys. He got in the car and drove off, thinking about his relationship with Stephanie all the way to New Hampshire.