A/N: I only own the OCs.
Based on the poll from my page... you all wanted a story about Heath Slater. Enjoy!
I always knew what it was like to be popular… I always had friends, knew what was going on, and had the hottest girl on my arm. I didn't know how to react when I instantly wasn't popular anymore. I hated it; I loathed the popular people now. I didn't know if I ever wanted to be one again.
I knew that I would have some changes when I came to FCW and I knew that I would be a low man on the totem pole, but I could deal with that. I could deal with the rookie pranks, the jabs at my accent or hair color, and I could accept having a crappy schedule because I was still learning the ropes. I had a few friends, but I knew that if I got called to the main roster in the WWE that everything could change in a heartbeat. I thought that I was prepared for it, but apparently I wasn't.
I did have one or two friends, but nothing compared to what I was used to… I was used to being the life of the party, now I was lucky if I was even invited to go out with anyone. I knew that I should just be grateful that I was living my dream, but it felt like a lonely dream now. My girlfriend of 5 years left when she found out that I was going to be on the road all the time. I didn't really talk to my family because I was never in one place and couldn't see them a lot.
I was thinking about all this as I sat in a hotel room; they all started looking the same after a few months on the road. I didn't remember what city I was in, but I knew that I was alone in the room. I sighed as I grabbed my stuff and started for the door. I knew that the person I was sharing a room with wouldn't be back for awhile so I headed out.
I was walking around the city and ended up on the docks. I liked San Diego because it was warm and the ocean looked inviting. I was watching the night lights bounce off the water when someone walked up.
"Hey Heath." They said and I looked over to see who was talking to me. I looked over to see a skinny, brown headed girl who was in torn jeans and a tank top that looked like it was a knock off from hot top. She had wild looking red and blonde streaks in her hair. She had a lip ring and an eyebrow piercing. She wasn't quiet emo and not quiet goth at the same time. I saw a small tattoo on one wrist, and cuff on the other, and she had on a pair of chucks.
"Hey, um… sorry, I'm not signing autographs right now." I said and turned back around. She let out a small laugh and shook her head.
"Not here for an autograph." She said and I looked back at her. I was getting annoyed because she wouldn't go away.
"Then what?" I asked her.
"I just wanted to say hi." She said and I nodded. I wasn't quiet getting why she was still here.
"Do I know you?" I finally asked her and her face fell slightly.
"I work with you… I'm costume designer. I fixed your trunks the other night." She said and I nodded.
"Oh, right." I said and looked at her.
"I'm Kirby… you just looked lonely." She said and I nodded.
"I'm not." I snapped and she nodded.
"Says the person with no friends and now I see why you don't have any." She said and started to walk away.
"What the hell would you know about me not having any friends?" I asked her as I grabbed her wrist.
"Hello, we work for the WWE… the diva's gossip." She said and I glared at her, but she just smiled at me.
"What kind of stupid name is Kirby anyways?" I asked her.
"It's no stupider than Heath." She said and I rolled my eyes.
"Look, I just thought you could use the company… I will just leave you alone and you can pretend that you never noticed me." She said and I softened.
"Why aren't you out with your friends?" I asked her.
"Because two of them got moved to Smackdown, my best friend is off for two weeks, and that's about all the friends I have." She said.
"Don't you want more?" I asked her, I couldn't imagine only having a few friends.
"No offense, but you don't even want to talk to me, so I don't really feel like I have to tell you." she said and I sighed. I let go of her wrist and she stepped back.
"Fine, I'm sorry that I snapped at you. You are right… I don't really have any friends." I admitted as I ran my hand through my hair.
"Well, I will be your friend… that's if you want one." She said and I looked at her surprised.
"Why?" I asked her.
"Because everyone needs friends." She said and I nodded.
"Fine, but only if we can grab food." I said and she nodded.
"Come on, buddy." She said and I had to let out a laugh. She was already unlike anyone I had ever met. I had no idea why this girl wanted to be my friend, but I was happy about it. I was almost glad that I had never noticed her before at work because it let me get to know her without having my mind made up or hearing rumors about her. I knew that rumors were horrible in the WWE. They could make or break a person. I just hoped that this wasn't a set up or some attempt by a fewllow wrestler to make me look stupid. I don't think I could take that.
A/N: Well, what do ya think?
