She walked down the hallway her short multicolored hair bouncing with her step. She wore black dress pants and a white corset like top. Her high heels clicked against the linoleum floor as she sashayed down the hallway towards the makeup room.
He watched her as she made faces at the piece of paper she was holding, which contained the color schemes of the outfits the divas were wearing that night. She sighed as she wrote down some things, remembering eveyrthing else mentally. She looked up making sure she was still in the same hallway.
"Woah." his best friend Randy said from next to him. They knew of her. She was dating one of the newer amaeuter wrestlers that didn't get much air time. She volunteered her services as a substitute makeup artist at the WWE.
"Woah is right." John said as he watched her pass them in the hallway not even looking up from over her thick black rimmed glasses to look at them standing in the hall like idiots.
"I have to do her." Randy said practically drooling all over himself as his friend laughed at him.
"Yeah right." he said before following her into the room she just entered.
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"And now we're best friends!" he said happily.
"Yes we are." I said chuckling slightly.
"It took awhile though." He said recalling how difficult it was for me to talk to him.
"Because I thought you just wanted to get with me, I love you and all but seriously, can you blame me?" I asked. I felt him shake his head.
"We weren't that close though, until I moved in." he said, I could hear his smile.
"Yeah but its not even like you live here, your mom calls me sometimes to check on you, you pay bills and shit but you're never here anyway.." I trailed off hinting that I missed him.
"Remember that?" he said ignoring my last comment and beginning to reminisce.
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My phone was ringing. What the hell? What time is it?
I leaned over with my eyes half open and flipped open my phone. John?
"I'm outside." was all it said. The time read 4:15 AM.
I opened the front door almost angry at him for waking me up from my sleep. "Is every-" I stopped mid sentence when I looked at his face.
His cheeks were red, and what looked like slap marks. His eyes were puffy, probablly from the secret crying he did on the way here. "John?"
I was a little confused. Sure, we hung out a lot but he had never been at my apartment longer then an hour alone, let alone stayed the night! I hesitated a moment, before opening the door all the way to let him in.
"I'm sorry Lily. I'm sorry, if you don't want me to stay I'll go.." he trailed off sounding painfully pathetic.
"It's fine, it's fine. What happened?" I said looking between the stairs and the couch. I knew he was going to keep me up almost all night blabbering about his problems. "John, I'm not trying to insinuate anything, trust me." I said holding my hands up in front of me.
"But, I don't want to sit on the couch all night so can we just go upstairs?" I asked.
"To your bedroom?" he asked sounding innocent as ever.
"Yeah, it's just becuase the couch is really uncomfortabe...I'm not.." I trailed off.
He got up slowly and followed me to my room where I sat on the bed, and began to blab on for hours.
He stayed at my house from that night until he left for Europe a few weeks later, but we had grown so close so quickly I insisted he just stay until he got money to live somewhere else.
"I'll leave money for half the rent..No! I'll pay all the rent, and the bills, and I'll leave you spending money!!" he declared. I quickly said it wasn't necessary, but he did anyway. And it came in handy for all the clothes shopping I did.
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I woke up the next morning to the sweet smell of cologne. My eyes fluttered open, and the night before came back to me. Every second. I closed them again finally, focusing on the pain surging through my body from the bruises I had. I also noticed how slowly I was rising and falling, John must still be asleep.
"Wake uppppppp!!" I wined in a whisper, poking his chest. He just rolled over and ignored me. I laughed as I rolled onto him and started to shake him.
"What what?" he asked, opening his eyes. "Oh. Good morning beautiful!" he said, his usual greeting.
"Morning" I said sitting up, and closing my eyes tightly trying to ignore the pain. I yawned and got out of bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked. "Downstairs to cook breakfast." I replied walking over to the wall mirror putting my short hair into a bun.
"mmmmmmm breakfast..." he said rolling onto his side again.
"It'll be done soon so try not to sleep all day." I said before walking out of the room and to the kitchen.