Author's Note: Ok so I'm sorry this took so long in posting, I got wrapped up in a college summer assignment and couldn't think straight enough to write for this….It's way easier to write one shots off of Wrapped Around The iPod than this, but FINALLY I have updated! This chapter has been sitting on my laptop for the better part of a month half written and finally yesterday something clicked. Whether it was because my brother wanted to watch Blade2 (which I didn't) the fact I made a wrestling football team on Madden or that I put my iPod on a strictly Matchbox 20 playlist I'm not sure, but this chapter just started flowing! Hopefully it won't take me as long on chapter 5, but I will say by the end of this month my updates will probably become less frequent because I will be dealing with college courses full time but fear not I will find time for updates
Also, as I mentioned earlier I was listening to Matchbox 20, namely Bed of Lies...I think it may have bled through on this chapter XD
'Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in'
Stepping outside Chris barely registered the cold air that nipped at his face before he brought his cell phone to his ear giving a rushed "Hello" hoping he had answered in enough time.
He lets out a sigh of relief when he wasn't greeted with a dial tone but a voice on the other end of the line.
'Thank God' He could only imagine what would have happened had he not answered the call in enough time. The questions that would follow, undoubtedly the accusations of cheating he would hear yet again. Yes it was a good thing that he answered the phone in enough time.
"Where are you?"
The question was curt at best, but Chris was used to that tone. He heard it often.
"I'm over at the bar by the airport. I told you I was going out for drinks with Adam," Chris replied.
As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them instantly. He realized too late that he'd made the mistake of mentioning Adam. Because even though they'd been over the fact that Adam was simply a friend he knew that it bugged Randy that he hung out with him.
The response that he received on the other end of the line sounded rather pissed off and Chris flinched at the tone of the words that greeted him.
"Adam's with you?" The question dripped not only with the sound of utter annoyance but an underlying hint of jealousy woven in as well.
Gulping Chris nodded first before remember that did no good because Randy couldn't see him through the telephone, but before he could respond he was cut off by another question.
"Well is he?" The anger's more evident now, filling each word of the question.
"He's not here right now if that's what you're asking." Chris mentally kicked himself for that one. Sarcasm was the last thing he needed right now but he couldn't help himself it was like a second language to him.
"Don't get smart with me."
Chris closed his eyes sighing, there was no use arguing now, he could tell Randy was drunk right now, and when he was drunk he got jealous, especially where Adam was involved.
"Sorry," he mumbled into the receiver.
There's a low grumbling and Chris isn't sure but he thinks Randy's mumbled 'You better be.' Shaking his head Chris looks around to make sure he's still alone before he continues talking. Rubbing his fingers along the hem of his shirt he replies "Randy we're just celebrating tonight's taping."
"I want you back at the hotel now."
It's not a request; it never is, no it's a demand. Chris sighs holding the phone a little tighter as he stares down at the tiled floor. "You want me to leave now?"
There's a pause on the other end of the line and then Randy's voice is back in Chris' ear as cold as ever. "Did I stutter? I want you to leave now and come back to the hotel."
Biting his bottom lip Chris dares to ask another question. He knows he shouldn't, that he should just drop it otherwise he's going to make things worse on himself, but he's always been hardheaded.
"So I'm just supposed to leave Adam here at the bar without saying a word?"
Randy growls his voice sounding rough across the phone line "are you listening to a fucking word I'm saying? I don't care what the hell you tell Adam I just want you back here in the hotel now."
Chris shudders at the sound of Randy's voice and sighs in defeat. There's going to be hell to pay when he gets back to the hotel, he just knows it. Rather than dig himself in a deeper hole Chris just mumbles out a "fine."
"Good." Chris can almost hear the smirk in Randy's response but he bites his tongue; he's said enough already.
"Alright I'm heading out," Chris whispers.
"And Chris, you better not keep me waiting."
The line goes dead after that remark, but Chris has still got the phone held up to his ear. He's really gone and done it this time. Randy sounded absolutely pissed on the phone.
Closing his eyes in frustration Chris slowly brings the phone down from his ear allowing it to hang uselessly by his side. Hot tears burn his eyes as he takes a deep breath trying to calm himself down. Bringing his empty hand up to rake over his face he rubs furiously at his eyes trying to will himself to stop crying. It's not going to help matters, and the last thing he wants is to let Adam see him crying. Wiping the last of the tears from his eyes Chris exhales softly sending a gaze heavenward.
"I know that it's weak but God help me I need this," he murmurs shuddering slightly as he rubs his thumb over the screen of his cell phone. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat Chris choked back the new tears he felt forming and pocketed the cell.
Pushing off the wall he turned back to the entrance of the bar. He still didn't know what he was going to tell Adam, but he knew he had to leave. He couldn't afford to keep Randy waiting on him. He hoped that Adam would understand and let him leave without much protest, because to be honest he didn't think he could deal with fending off Adam's questions tonight. Not after listening to Randy.
Navigating through the crowd making his way back to where Adam sat cradling a beer at the bar he silently prayed everything would go smoothly. If there really was a God up there then perhaps Adam wouldn't say anything when Chris would tell him he had to leave and maybe just maybe when he got back to the hotel Randy would be passed out on the bed.
That is if there really was a God.
