a/n short.. But get over it.. Demi is tired and has lots of homework :( thanks for the reviews… always welcomed :D by the way, if you follow the link on my profile… you should be able to find a pic of Mollie and Britt!! Plus thing for my other stories :D
Sorry isn't good enough.
I turned around and looked at the person. Not really anyone I wanted to see, "Mollie…" he said slowly,
"Alex…"
"How are you?" he asked, obviously trying to choose his words carefully,
"I was great! Til I saw you," I said coldly,
"Ouch…"
"That was nothing," I saw before gripping his child tighter in my arms, I walked past him forcefully shoving my shoulder into his,
"I'm sorry," he said and I turned around stunned,
"Your sorry? Your fucking sorry?! Alex, its been over a fucking year, your only saying sorry coz I'm here, if I wasn't here, you wouldn't have said it," I turned back around and continued walking. I looked down at Jeremy and rolled my eyes. If he grew up to be anything like his biological (we think) father, I feel oh so sorry for Brittany.
Please. Shut. The. Hell. Up!
"No more on Alex Shelley! Please, for the love of god! He gets enough air time every week on TNA, no need to give him more publicity," my radio voice sounded through radio's throughout Tennessee, "Oh, looky here! Hate mail from… guess who guys? My best friend Kelsey!" I said the last part sarcastically. I hated Kelsey, she didn't like me either, "Look, Kelsey, stfu about Alex, we all know you are some crazy fan girl, just maybe turn it down a bit,"
"Music… to the music," Sophie said making a cutting motion with her hand across her neck,
"Okay, guys and gals, its time for music… be back in a bit!" I flicked off my microphone and looked at my sister, "When do you control when we play music?"
"Because Hannah is going to snap, you gotta cut the Alex hate!"
"I can't cut the Alex hate! Look, I saw him at Impact and the hate that had disappeared came back! So it is virtually impossible for me not to hate him!"
"Calm down Moll, just tone it down a bit. All radio hosts have their least fave celebs," she shrugged and disappeared somewhere,
"Caller, I believe it is Naomi,"
"I have a question about Roidtista,"
"I assume you mean Batista, and what is it?"
"I was just wondering… it looks like he was in a bit of pain last week on Raw, have you heard any news about that?"
"No, actually, I have not… but thanks for the info, I'll look into it. Thanks Naomi. Next caller, my man Greg! What can I do for ya man?"
"This week I am calling about the recent change in behaviour from Chris Sabin towards Alex Shelley,"
"Well, its about Shelley, but yes Chris did take a heel turn I believe,"
"Well, its pretty obvious that would happen, because that's generally what happened, but did you see the look in Alex's eyes that night, man he looked hurt. Like he didn't know it was coming,"
"Good point there, maybe I'll look into that too. Thanks Greg! Oh, guess what guys? We have to have another break!
Later in the show…
"Naomi, Batista has indeed injured himself! Nothing major though, he has just managed to sprain his knee… he won't be in action for a few weeks, although he will still be at the show!" I told the listeners, "As for Mr. Shelley's emotional state, I do not know!" but as I said that I got an email, I looked at it and my jaw dropped, "Guys, I am telling you this one piece of information then we are going off air, we are having some technical difficulties… so the information, that last night… Alex Shelley… well folks him and TNA make up artist Danielle Tarulli got married in Vegas…" I flicked off my mic and ran out of the studio. He was married!
"Molliiiieee, pick up ze phone Mollie!! Pwetty pwease, its meeee," the annoying voice that signalled Chris Sabin was calling her,
"What Sabin? Calling to tell me that he married Danielle?!" I screeched before he could say anything,
"Well no… but you know?"
"I do! I found out from Alex's stalker on my radio show!" I said with tears forming in my eyes, "Why Chris? Why the fuck is he marrying her!"
"Coz, Moll, you hurt him when you didn't let him say sorry,"
"I hurt him?! You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
"Look, your coming up here on Monday, we'll talk then okay?"
Un-freakin-believable
"Stop expecting him to change Moll! He's a lost cause," were AJ's words of advice on Alex. "AJ, haven't you seen it?" Faith asks her husband,
"Seen what?"
"Honey, her eyes light up at the mention of his name," I sighed, it has been back and forth like this for half and hour. The pro's and con's of Alex being married. So far, the con's were winning. But I didn't want them to win. I didn't want to accept the fact that Alex was married, probably drunk and in Vegas, but nonetheless married. And he got married to my arch nemesis! The stupid evil wench known as Danielle. So I believed that the cons would win, its kind of expected. We were in the guys locker room. I was half waiting for Chris to show up so I could yell at him. Not because I dislike him, just because he is best friends with Alex and I really, really don't want to speak to him at the moment. There was what sounded like a hesitant knock on the door and AJ answered it,
"What do you want?"
"Its okay AJ, he's here for me," I said walking to the door, "Walk and talk?" I pushed him out the door as he nodded his head, "Where do we start?"
"I dunno, where do we start,"
"Look, I asked you first, but I'm gonna be nice and answer both our questions. Just tell me why."
"Honestly, the only thing I can say is… that he was hurt with what you said to him, so he went out, got smashed, and woke up hitched to that evil cow,"
"Has he not fucking learned he shouldn't drink?!"
"Moll, don't yell at me okay," he said putting his hands up in surrender, "I wasn't there to stop him, and believe me I regret that, but I'm sorry Moll, there ain't much I can do…" he said walking off. I cursed under my breath. I started walking back to the locker room, but turned around when I saw him and her cuddling and doing stupid shit with each other. I wanted more than anything to punch her square in the jaw. But I held it back… not sure why, but I did.
