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Warning: Harsh language, Violence, Sexual situations, Bits of non-con later on down the line
Summary: It hurts so much to let certain things go, even if they are important to you. What if those things don't want to let you go either? How do you cope?[
Hello hello! Back again I am to pick up where Under the Neon Lights ended. We finally get to see who our mystery main character is and finish up his story! And so…..here we go!
"Tristan? Tristan, come on! Hello, anyone home?"
A hand was waved in front of his face and Tristan blinked a few times. To his side was Alicia with a big grin on her face. "You were just staring off into space. It was weird." Laughing at her jibe, Tristan shook his head and pouted a little.
"It was not weird. I was just thinking about something." The fiery red headed girl giggled and began walking to the door to the office swishing her hips all the while. If he wasn't so damn sure that they would make the weirdest couple he might've actually asked her out way back when they first met. Sadly they were the best of friends and would never be anything more. Besides, he was sort of taken anyway.
"Whatever you say dude, it was weird. I'll see you after the show, right?" Just before passing through the door she turned to look at him with a hopeful look? "Please, we can go dancing. You know you love dancing." And he did, he really did and Alicia knew that. She totally knew how to use his weaknesses against him. With a feigned sigh, Tristan gave a noncommittal shrug and the tiniest fraction of a smile crossed his face. Alicia saw the smile and knew that she had got him. Tristan could never turn down dancing. With a wave, she left the office to go get ready.
Standing, slipping his phone into his pocket as he went, Tristan started to pass through his office and out into the hallway. The mirror on the wall caught his attention and he turned to look at his reflection. Normally, he was an attractive guy, at least Alicia said so, with striking green eyes and completely natural, sort of, blonde hair that was spiked in a stylish mohawk. He was on the rather short side, being only 5'7, but many people said his height and body were both extremely nice to look at. He liked how he looked, having a toned body but not overly muscled like a few of the wrestlers, but right now he looked pretty awful.
Dark circles surrounded his eyes and they appeared dim compared to their usual vibrant green, and he looked as though he were sick. He hadn't been sleeping, and that was the lie that he told everyone when they asked if he was okay. Tristan knew the real reason why he looked so ill but he wouldn't tell anyone. That reason was actually where he was heading right now. He cursed the higher ups for giving him the schedules to pass around.
Heaving a sigh, Tristan turned from the mirror and his sorry appearance, and passed out into the hall searching for the few superstars he knew would be around this early. "Sheamus. Sheamus? Has anyone seen Sheamus?"
He was almost done with his list, only a few names left, but he was having a hell of a hard time finding the large Irishman. Seriously, how fucking hard was it to find a big, extremely pale, orange haired man? He thought it would be easy, but apparently not and no one he passed seemed to know where the other man was. It was nearing time for the show to start and he still hadn't found everyone on the list. Cody, Sheamus, and the reason were still nowhere to be found. He wasn't worried so much about Cody because he was usually punctually late.
"Come on people, big tall Irish guy. Hard to miss the damn guy! I mean he's not a fucking ghost!" A large imposing shadow fell on him, and Tristan gulped. The few people, that were in the hall before him, quickly scattered leaving the small man to deal with the big guy behind him. With a gulp of air he turned to look up into the imposing figure of Sheamus. "Um, yeah, ugh. Sorry about that. I-I'm not feeling so great."
The other man's eyes narrowed and Tristan gulped once more before a large grin crossed Sheamus's face and he chuckled, "It's no problem fella. Everyone has those days." Smiling up at the man, Tristan gave him his match schedule. After chatting for a moment with the large Irishman, whose accent he found quite charming, the young blonde quickly realized it was getting closer to the start of the show and bade his farewell before all but running down the hallway to the locker room he knew Cody to be in.
Not having realized how fast he was running, Tristan didn't have time to come to a complete stop as he neared the door and smashed into it crashing backward and landing on his ass. The door opened and Cody peered out to look at the man on the floor and couldn't help the loud burst of laughter that bubbled out. "Oh my god, dude! That was funny as hell, but um, are you okay?" Tristan would've thought he was being sincere if not for the fact that the whole time he was still laughing.
"I'm fine! No need for concern! I just broke my ass is all!" With a huff, the man stood and angrily handed Cody the schedule for the evening. "You're on in a little bit so you better hurry your ass up." Thinking he'd shut Cody up for laughing at him, Tristan turned to leave only to hear another chuckle.
"Sorry about your ass, still looks fine to me." The door shut before Tristan could even reply to that. He didn't even know what to say to that. Was Cody looking at his ass? Shaking his head, he turned once again and headed to his final destination. The reason.
A knock. Another, and yet another and still no one came to the door. With a sigh, Tristan opened the door and took a single step forward to find Justin Gabriel changing into his ring gear. "Um, hi Justin. I got the schedule for this evening. Um, um yeah." The brunette before him stared for a moment and then completely ignored his presence as the younger blonde stumbled over his sentences. Gnawing his lip, Tristan sighed before placing the schedule down on the nearest bench. "I'm just gonna go."
They were in the part of the cycle where Justin pretty much hated him. He was used to it by now, but it still hurt so much for the other man to do this to him. He didn't have a clue what he done to deserve this, but it must've been bad. Passing through the halls, now emptying for the start of the show, Tristan couldn't stop the few tears dripping onto his cheeks. Why, why did it hurt so much?
A buzz in his pocket drew him from his thoughts and, taking the phone from his pocket, Tristan looked over the message and a small smile crossed his face.
-Hey baby, I've missed you-
Okay, so a few things to address!
Tada! We have our main character! And he's an OC! Oooh, ahh! More about him will come as he get further into the story!
I'm totally using ring names, because that is what most people know them by. A few I may or may not use their real names..don't know just yet
Was Cody checking him out? Hm? Maybe so! Perhaps he will stir up some problems later on down the line.
Okays! As always, I'm not the greatest writer so any feedback would be greatly appreciated! Be it positive or negative. I take it all and use it make things better for you people who read my stuff!