Another frustrated sigh escaped Paige's lips as she barged into the solid oak front door and lumbered her overflowing suitcase. It was approximately 7:45pm and the only thing consuming her mind was the thought of a warm bubble bath in candle light as Blackbear's album "Dead Roses" played. Bliss. Of course, the young Brit could dream, she moved into Aj and Phil's house due to financial problems and as well as being grateful for being able to live with two of her closest friends, there were setbacks that she'd have to tolerate.
The grand hallway was nearly pitch black and Paige could vaguely make out the silhouettes of the expensive furniture in the darkness let alone navigate a way to her room. After moments of bumping and stumbling into various parts of furniture shortly followed by muffled curses and the occasional 'clank' of her suitcase breaking more property than saving it (which awarded more curses to escape from her lips), Paige finally found the staircase, which was approximately 7 metres from the front door. Surging onwards, she flicked her iphone torch on and dragged her exhausted body and heavy suitcase up the stairs, each step feeling like she had just climbed Mount Everest. "Again? Seriously, they just don't quit," she grumbled quietly as she heard muffled moans coming from outside the master bedroom; this was the last straw for Paige as she crawled to her bedroom and dragged the dreaded suitcase. "So much for a damn bubble bath.."
As usual, the Brit's room was un-kept, her bed still unmade (with the black bed sheets sprawled), various clothes scattered everywhere followed by WWE merchandise and a collection of CD's. The large room was gently lit by fairy lights which memories hung from; images illuminated by the warm glow and perhaps the only thing that could cause a small smile to form in the corner of Paige's mouth as of this moment. She slumped onto her bed admitting defeat as the muffled sounds from the room next door flooded relentlessly into her room once again. Until, there was a rather strong knock coming from the door but the reluctant Paige laid there as her brain and muscles made the unanimous decision to remain still in rebellion on her double bed. Silence (well not, exactly) and the Brit sighed with great relief. However, a strong buzz from Paige's phone contributed to all the noise, it was Becky.
Moments after the Irish Lass persuading her friend out to dinner, Paige trudged downstairs into the dark hallway (more cautious than last time and using her phone torch). As her sweaty palm rested on the door handle, she took a deep breath and checked her outfit in hopes it would be enough for dinner out "probably not," she sighed in response to her appearance. Dark ripped jeans, a fitted t-shirt and a pair of white Converse trainers, Paige was more laid back and casual with her sense of style and she knew Becky was as well. Nonetheless, she had strong feelings towards Becky and wanted to make an effort, especially after spending more time with her away as they were two thirds of the team P.C.B, she got to know Becky on a more semantic level and loved everything about her. She opened the door to see the tall woman before her in navy jeans, black trainers, a shirt and a black blazer; awarding Paige's cheeks to gently burn. "Hey there Paigey," Becky chirped as she pulled the other woman into a tight embrace, the scent of Becky's perfume was heaven to Paige as she responded and held Becky close. "Hey love," Paige smiled "You saved me again from those love birds, my hero!" she giggled as the Lass kicker knew exactly what she was talking about, laughing softly also. Before she Paige knew it, she felt Becky's soft warm palm touch hers and their fingers intertwine. Bliss.
"Shall we go lass?" Becky asked the Brit who nodded in exchange and tucked one of her raven coloured locks behind her ear.