John waited for Randy's footsteps to resound down the hallway before he approached her door.
He knocked lightly. She didn't answer.
"Lillian. I know open the god damn door." he demanded of his friend. He heard her shuffle a bit, and the door opened a little.
"What?" she asked her black eyeshadow that rimmed her eyes slightly smudged and faded from her crying behind closed doors.
"I know, about your boyfriend." he stated dryly. He wanted to comfort her, but something came over him and he just got angry.
Her face fell, she stared at the floor.
"And I'm pissed and dissapointed that you couldn't fucking tell me." he said sticking his foot in the door.
She raised her eyes to look at him. "I thought that this friendship may have meant more to you." he stated almost spitefully.
"Fuck you." she said. That's all she said. And he was enraged.
"No, fuck you!" he retorted immaturely. "Usually best friends tell eachother these things!" he sort of yelled.
She now opened her door all the way and stood there. "I'm sorry, when he pinned me down on the couch and was practically punching me in the face the first thought that came into mind wasn't 'WOW I CANT WAIT TO TELL JOHN ABOUT HOW I JUST GOT HUMILIATED AND EMBARASSED AND BEATEN TO A FUCKING PULP BY MY BOYFRIEND!!!!' she shouted. Her face red, her fists clenched.
"WELL IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME!" he shouted back.
She looked at him pitifully. "You don't even know why you're arguing with me you just want to fucking start shit, well you have, and consider yourself on the fucking silent treatment you asshole." she said before slamming the door so hard a picture on the wall fell.
He too, slammed his bedroom door and walked over to his bed. It was still unmade from the night before. He was angry at her for being with Randy, Randy was NOT boyfriend material. He was angry for her at keeping secrets. How many had she kept?
i Are you kidding? You know she hides NOTHING from you. And you're sitting here SCREAMING at her for hiding the embarassing fact that she couldn't defend herself against another man instead of CONSOLING her like any good boyfriend, or best friend would have done, so stop being so god damn selfish! /i his mind suddenly screamed at him.
He sat on the edge of his bed and ran his fingers through his short hair. What the hell did he just to to them?
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The next few days passed quickly. John and I weren't in the same room for more then 30 seconds. And when the day came to leave, we left separately. I didn't see him until we arrived at the arena a few days later, where Randy worked out a small deal for me to do the diva make-up during my stay on the road.
"Are you ready?" Randy asked from the doorway of his lockeroom. He was still in sweatpants. "You have all your stuff?" he asked as I got to the door. I nodded. He placed his hand on my back and led me down the hallway.
It was dead silent too. The only thing we could hear were my high heels clicking against the floor. I wore a pair of white washed skinny jeans, black stilettos, and a torn up black shirt. "Are you excited for your match?" I asked him. He made a strange face. "Eh.. I don't know but I just don't want to be here tonight. I wanna go back to the hotel and go to sleep, you know?" he asked looking over at me staring up at him.
I shrugged. "Soon enough, we'll be going back to the hotel and we can go to sleep." he smiled. "Okay, this is the makeup room, I'll be back in here later to get you after the show so you don't get lost in the hallway okay?" I nodded. "Okay, see you later." he said leaning down and kissing me on the lips. "Give em hell." I replied as he walked out of the room.
"Okay Mel, you're first." I said as Melina plopped into the chair used for makeup.
"How are things with you and you know who?" she asked one eye closed, the other looking at me. I shrugged. "He hasn't spoken to me, since before we even left." I sighed.
Melina and I had become friends before, but now that we were traveling together again we were getting as close as before. She shook her head and stuck out her lips in a pitiful look. "I hate men. I hate them. Why is he being so retarted?" she asked. I laughed. "If I knew, I wouldn't be going through this right now." I said finishing up on her and calling another diva to my station.
The rest of the night went by quickly, and I was bored to death when the all the girls went out and did their thing. I was in the room alone. I curled up on one of the couches exhausted and I was almost asleep when the door clicked open. I opened my eyes again to see Randy standing in the doorway, dressed in sweatpants and a thermal, holding my purse.
"Aw, Lily." He said a laugh breaking through his smile. I stood up slowly from the couch and grabbed my make-up box. "Are you ready sleepyhead?" he asked still carrying my purse and guiding me out to the rental car.
After he drove us back to the hotel room we crashed. I went into the bathroom to wash off my makeup, and took off my clothes and laid in bed. Randy just shed his shirt and sweatpants before crawling in next to me. "I'm so tired, Lily." he muttered into my ear as he pulled me closer against him. I only made a 'mmm' sound in response before both of us were snoring.
