I wasn't thinking of adding more but I'm intrigued by this. I like the darker theme.
She couldn't believe it. She could not believe the change in his attitude. Jericho threatened Randy for hurting Maryse. Randy blamed her. He blamed her for her protective friends. She didn't tell Jericho to talk to him. She didn't ask anyone to talk to him. She just wanted someone to talk to, so she didn't go back to some bad habits. The same habits Randy stopped her from. He was now the reason she may go back.
Jericho listen to his best friend ramble on about her confusion. He hated to hear her heart break. He hated to hear her cry and he hated it even more that he could do nothing about it.
"I'm afraid. I'm afraid he is being nice so people stop blaming him. So he doesn't get hurt." She stated into the phone. This wasn't just her concern. Many of her friends had mentioned it to her also. "But now he is trying to have a conversation with me almost everyday. He is trying. I'm so confused!"
"Kiddo, he does care. If he didn't he wouldn't have helped you so much. He wouldn't have kept you around." He heard her sigh. There was no easy way for things to go back to normal. He wanted Orton to pay. If he wanted her happy though, he could only just sit back and listen to her.
"I hate him. But I don't!"
"I know, kiddo."
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I wanted to say hi. Cause I was thinking of you.
She read the text over and over. Why was he doing this? She said she could deal with a conversation once a week. Why is he doing it everyday? Is he trying to prove something to her?
Hi.
That was all she could say in response. She could think of nothing else. This didn't help her figure out where she stood with him. She wanted to know if they were best friends or just... less than that. Her thoughts were stopped when she got a text from Morrison.
Her and John had always been good friends. They flirted all the time. Lately, a lot of their friends had been asking why they had never and were not dating. It had caused Maryse to think about it a lot. She knew the reason. They both did. They both spent the summer in bad relationships. And the one reason only two people knew, her and Jericho, was that she loved someone else. John was doing a good job of getting her attention though. He could make her laugh when she was about to cry over Orton. He always listened to her. Their friendship was effortless. Why did she never think about dating him? He was certainly cute. He was an all around good guy. Maybe, he was the one to get her over Orton.
Hey you. What's up?- JM
Watching the Emmy's. I love Neal Patrick Harris. You?- Be Sexy
Ha! Waiting on the next PPV. I missing everyone.- JM
Me too! BTW, what are you and Miz going to call yourselves this time?- Be Sexy
She laughed. Morrison and Miz loved giving their group an awesome name every PPV. The last PPV, they were known as the Sex Ops. She was interested to see if they could top the name so many people had grown use to.
I'm just as interested in finding out as you are. ;)- JM
She laughed. Who knew something so simple could put such a smile on her face. Maybe he could take her mind off of Orton. Though, she was still thinking of him. It was torture.
I hear voice in my head. They counsel me, They understand. They talk to me.
She heard her phone ring. Damn ringtone. She should change that. A smile appeared on her face when she realized it was Jericho calling.
"Hey kiddo."
"Hey. What's up?"
"Being lazy. You?"
"Same. Just got done talking to John." He could hear his angel's smile. He wished the two would realize how perfect they would be. But he also knew that John still had feelings for Melina. Maybe he could do something about it. Though you can't stop someone from falling in love, even if the person wasn't treating his angel right.
"How did that go?" She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I stick my tongue out at you. It went well like always. He is a great friend." She smirked and he could picture the smirk.
"Well, kiddo. Why not?" He asked getting right to his point.
"You know why not." He nodded. His angel loved the devil.
That damned devil.
