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Hopefully, everyone reading has recognized the larger chunks of text in italics as flashbacks/previous events and are able to tie the flashbacks in with whatever is going on in that chapter. Do you guys even like the flashbacks? Fill me in.
PS - I changed the story summary a bit because I didn't like the original one. Not sure if I like this one either. If you have a better idea for one, please let me know!
An escaping squeal displayed the diva's glee over her new Chanel sunglasses. While her WWE co-workers collected things such as lunch boxes, comic books, or even wrestling memorabilia, she found herself with an obsession with sunglasses. Each individual pair in her collection varied in color, designer, origin, and style but a new addition never failed to delight her. Clasping the gift to her chest, Melody bounced in excitement. "Really? For me?"
"Well, yeah."
"I so love you, Randy Orton." Thrusting herself into him, her arms shot around the Superstar for a big hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you" she professed with gratitude. "It's the best gift ever."
"Ever?" he asked with a faint chuckle, his smile miming the one etched on her lips.
"For now anyway," Melody teased while loosening her grip on him. But keeping his hold, Randy kept a single hand on her while the other plucked the sunglasses from her possession. "Hey!" she protested with a growing pout. Man, she used that pout on him a lot.
"Relax, kid." Bringing the pair of shades up, he gingerly set them atop her brown hair before lowering them down to her eyes—shielding the glimmering baby blues. Pushing herself up on her tip-toes, Melody set a soft kiss against the base of his jaw before swiftly escaping and began making her journey down the walkway. Scratching his head in confusion, the man shouted to the retreating figure. "Where are you going?"
"To find Barbie, to show her! I'll see you later, buttercup!" was the reply before she scuttled around the corner.
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Stepping out from the elevator, Melody's stride was hushed as she walked down one of the hotel's many halls in her knee-high socks. She hadn't bothered to slip any shoes on and didn't care—she just needed to see him. The tears were flooding her eyes and she had to find her way to his room before everything became a watery blur. Upon finding the correct door after a frustrating couple of minutes, hesitation briefly sailed amongst her emotions and embarrassment soon accompanied it. What was she doing? She was no longer a child, she was an adult; she shouldn't have needed to seek solace from it all. Ignoring these feelings, she forced herself to raise a wavering hand against the door to strike down against it. A couple more knocks followed before the door eventually swung open.
The wrestler looked out into the hall — his eyes meeting the scene of Melody standing there, with a breeze of vulnerability swirling around her. With arms crossed, she tried to blink the tears away but everything remained as an unfocused haze. Before she had a chance to mumble any words, his gentle hand reached out and guided Melody into the room, ushering her to the bed where she sat.
"What's wrong?"
A strong arm was locked around her shoulder and she felt his lips press a kiss to her temple. Laying her head against his shoulder—allowing her soft brown hair to fall against his chest, Melody twined her own arms around his waist. This was her sanction, her comfort—the warmth of their bodies fusing together. He was so close and yet, his voiced echoed from a distance. If it hadn't been for him, her mind would have easily come unraveled during the course of the past few weeks. She was so tired, drained of any life and energy that should have been streaming through her being. And unlike the falling drops of tears, the words spilling from her mouth hadn't come across so fluidly. Or coherently.
Nonetheless, the Superstar had picked up enough to comprehend that it all pertained to Randy. It always did.
It was another typical night where Randy had drunkenly sauntered into Melody's room. A room she occupied solely by herself. The now-common late night occurrences with Randy had served as a deterrent—the other divas had begun to opt to bunk with one another instead. Although the circumstances were familiar, the blue-eyed man was in a more fragile state tonight. It was the eve of their anniversary but all that remained was a ring that held nothing more than the significance of betrayal and broken promises. Needless to say, the alcohol had freely flowed through his veins that night and the objects being flung across Melody's hotel room had seemed infinite. Randy had gotten swept up in his rage that night — which resulted in most of Melody's belongings colliding against the white walls. The first being a handful of sunglasses that had been tucked away with care in her suitcase—her favorite included. A pair of Chanel sunglasses. Fractured pieces were sprinkled across the carpeted floor and every move he had made carried through like a slowed movie scene.
Melody had only wanted for him to open up.
"It's not healthy for you to keep everything pent up. Please, just talk to me." She was pleading with those innocent glistening eyes of hers—eyes that had begun to appear lackluster as of late. It had been a few weeks since the engagement was broken off, with no one knowing any more than the obvious. She cheated, he ended it. It was all any of them had known and even sidekick, Melody, didn't have the slightest idea of any other details. It was presumably understood that Randy was mourning the loss of "the one" every night in the dark corners of bars and pubs but what he truly felt inside remained a mystery. Submerging all his anger and pain into glasses of scotch & whiskey was slowly beginning to deteriorate the relationships he held with those around him."You can't act like this, Randy. Not with me." Melody connected their blue eyes but saw nothing in return from him. It was a fact that he was indeed broken but regardless, she longed to help him mend his damaged shell. "Tell me how you're feeling, talk to me about what she said, anything...please."
Something within him burned at her words and his blood began to bubble underneath his flesh. "You want to know what I think?" She nodded slightly in return. "I think you should fucking mind your own damn business."
She didn't know how to take his brash words. "I-I'm trying to help you..."
But it was his following statements that devastated her, acting as a dagger plunging into her heart. "I don't want your help. In fact, I don't want you anywhere near me and I never have. You're nothing more than a worthless pathetic diva." Without a single rational thought through his clouded mind, his heart turned with spite and he shoved Melody away.
It didn't matter that it was her room, she quickly turned on her heels and fled from the scene.
"You need to stop being his babysitter and let him ride it out," the man told the somber woman. "You can't save the world, Melody."
Drawing her legs across his lap, she let out a faint sigh. "But I can try to salvage my best friend…"
Mmm a possible boyfriend for Melody? Maybe just a friend? Thoughts? Suggestions? Leave a review! :)
