A.N: Wow, this took me a long time to update. Sorry guys, I've been working on Escape the Asylum, the greatest story I have ever written :) Plus I've had school, and exams and studying for said exams and so on and so forth. Gosh, I've been very busy. Also, look for my RandyO/JohnC slash fic that I have written by request for HECATEDarkGoddessfromHell. Normally, I wouldn't even TOUCH Randy O And Cena but this one is by request. So yeah, with that said, let me introduce you toooo:
Chapter Seven: Putting Things Right
P.S: This chapter has absolutely nothing to do with Skye although she's mentioned.
Dawn Marie sat in her favorite chair in her house in Philadelphia, her tanned legs crossed in front of her as she typed words into her phone.
Where are you? I need to talk to you, it's important! Call me!
She pushed the send key before putting her phone on the arm of the chair, watching it as if begging for it to vibrate with his reply.
It soon did, and Dawn quickly picked it up, flipping it open and reading his reply.
If this has anything to do with Skye, you can forget it, I want nothing to do with her at this point. I'm at home and about to go to sleep so I'll talk to you tomorrow. Night Dawnie -Raven. P.S: I'm not infatuated with Skye- Stevie told me what you said. I'm infatuated with… someone else.
Dawn let out an angry sigh before shoving her phone in her sleek handbag and throwing the shiny black bag across the room. It hit the white wall with a clunk and dropped to the floor. Dawn curled up in the chair and hugged her knees, her white and blue dressing gown wrapped around her like a blanket. Tears slipped down her cheeks and she sniffed, biting her lip and trying not to cry, failing in her attempt.
A loud banging on the door woke Dawn up the next morning. She jerked from her sleep on the couch, make-up running down her cheeks and down her neck. Her hair was a mess and she realised she had cried herself to sleep. She sniffed, feeling more hot tears spring up in her eyes as she remembered last night. He had seemed pretty pissed off at her, for absolutely no reason. And she didn't even ant to talk about Skye. It was all so confusing and frustrating because she didn't know what her feelings were anymore, even if they were screaming his name.
Another loud knock on the door jerked her from her tired daze. She groaned, letting her feet touch the soft plush carpet as she got up. She padded along the floor to her front door and pulled it open.
In front of her were a bunch of the most beautiful bright red roses she had ever seen in her life. They had dew still on the petals and were tied together with a strip of pink satin ribbon with 'I'm Sorry' written beautifully on a white card hanging from it. The roses lowered and in the door way stood Raven, his hair tied back in a ponytail.
"This is a surprise and a half, Rave," Dawn said, taking the roses from him.
"Surprises are my speciality, remember Dawn?" He asked, taking her hand and tucking a red rose into her hair.
"Not even I was expecting what you did to Sandman." Dawn grinned as Raven scrunched his nose cutely, smiling as he remembered the 'crucifixion' of the Sandman.
"What can I say; I'm a bastard when I wanna be." Raven shut the door behind him as he followed Dawn into the room, his sneaker-clad feet padding against the soft carpet as the purple form of Dawn led the way to the kitchen. "I've noticed that you wear the most bizarre clothes to bed."
"Who said I wore this to bed?" Dawn asked as she put the roses in a crystal clear vase of water on the dining table.
Raven smirked, taking her hand as she placed it on her stomach, admiring the flowers. He spun her in place and dipped her down so her long brunette hair touched the tiles. He brought her back up slowly, his hand running gently up her back as he brought her upright.
"Life often imitates art, Dawn."
Dawn felt her cheeks flush red as Raven leaned in. For the first time in their lives, they shared a passionate kiss, devouring each other's mouths as they held each other.
As Raven pulled away, Dawn bit her lip and stared up at him, her eyes wide with shock.
"I always wanted to do that," Raven whispered, kissing her again. Dawn gently nudged him away.
"What about Skye?"
"Who?"
Dawn blushed again as Raven ran his finger down the side of her face.
"I have a match next week against K-Nash and Skye. Want to be my partner?"
"Sure!" Dawn cried, jumping up and hugging Raven tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Raven smiled and buried his head in Dawn's soft brown hair. He had always loved Dawn, he had just been too afraid to tell her. And as of late, his thoughts had been plagued with thoughts of revenge against Skye, and he hadn't had time to listen to his heart instead of his mind.
Maybe it's time he started.
