I listen to her heart because it plays my favourite song
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"Care to explain?" Mike asked as Haylie and Bryan exited the vehicle and walked to the Parma native.
"Oh, it's called we just went to the movies, no big deal." Haylie said.
"Or." Mike started. "It's called I got a girlfriend that loves to cheat on me with a low-life loser." Mike said.
"Hey, he's not a loser alright, one, whoever's a champion is not a loser, second he is one of the most sweet, nice, caring guy that I've ever met." Haylie said.
Mike looked at Bryan and asked, "Hey Bry, is she just saying that because she's really nice, or just saying that because she bangs you every chance she gets when I'm not around?" When he turned his attention back to the Punk Diva, her face was beet red. "Did I get the truth or did I get the truth?"
"Wanna know the truth?" Haylie asked, pissed off as ever.
"What? You went from wanting to bang me to definitely banging a loser?" Mike asked.
"No, that's not it, the truth is: That you're an inconsiderable person who should really get your own life." Haylie stated as she walked away from the Awesome One. Before she got halfway to the hotel doors, Mike yelled, "Hey Trudel, don't forgot your one night stand, oh wait, scratch that, your week night stand."
"FUCK OFF MIZANIN!" Haylie yelled as she flipped him off and entered the hotel.
When she entered the room and slammed the door, that automatically caught Alex's attention and he asked, "What's wrong Haylie?"
"Well the idiot that you went and called your NXT season 2 Pro suddenly went bi-zerk on my ass." Haylie replied then entered the bathroom to take a nice, hot relaxing shower, and hopefully take out all of her anger on Mike whenever he comes back in the room.
When Haylie exited the bathroom, she was currently wearing her PJs which consisted of a white wife-beater and black boyshorts, she'd noticed that Mike was back in the room, having an apologetic look on his face.
"Look, if you're gonna apologize to me, I'm not gonna forgive you." Haylie said as she climbed into her bed and fell asleep.
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The next day Haylie woke up peacefully….and actually in the morning this time, exactly ten o'clock. She got out of her bed, noticing that Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum were still sleeping, then which Haylie walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day, which consisted of her wearing a light pink Aeropostale shirt (she had nothing to wear, no harm in that), black skinny jeans and hot pink fuzzy slippers. She slipped out of the bathroom and out of the room to get herself some food in her stomach.
When she made it to the lobby of the hotel, she looked like she was the only one there so she walked into the café and gotten herself some pieces of food and sat at a booth in a very far corner and started to eat and leaned her head against the window.
"Um, this spot taken?"
Haylie snapped back to reality at the sudden voice that brought her back to reality. She looked at the corner of her chocolate brown eyes too see Bryan standing at the one side of the table.
"You could sit here I don't care." The Punk Diva said with an added sigh as Bryan sat across from her.
"What's got you all sad?" Bryan asked, referring to the sudden sadness coming from Haylie.
"It's what Mike said last night." Haylie said.
"Your letting that loser's words get to you?" Bryan asked.
"It's just not basically that." Haylie stated.
"What do you mean?" Bryan asked.
"He's been saying stuff along that line two months into the relationship, but he'd never did that publicly." Haylie said.
"What exactly did he say?" Bryan asked. "If you don't mind saying it."
"You are so ugly when you were born the doctor said 'I'm gonna drop it, if it falls is a rat, if it flies is a bat', your parents made a mistake and it's name is Haylie Trudel, you're so fake that Barbie is more real than you, is that your face? Or did your neck just threw up, if you really want to know about mistakes ask your parents, out of 100,000 sperm, you were the fastest, shut up, you'll never be the man your mother is, you must have been born on a highway cause that's where most accidents happen and the most emotional one, your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory." Haylie replied before pushing away her plate, plopping her head on the table and started to lightly cry her eyes out.
When Haylie lifted her eyes, Bryan was beet red with anger bottling up inside him. "How the hell can you stay with a guy like him who throws insults at you like twenty four seven?" He asked.
Haylie lowered her head and replied, "I'm still trying to figure that out." Then felt Bryan's hand on the top of her head and him saying, "This is going to get stopped, I'm not going to let him basically destroy you from the inside out."
Haylie lifted her head for the second/third time and said, "Really?"
"Would I ever turn my back on my best friend?"
I've got your back & you've got mine, I'll help you out anytime. To see you hurt, to see you cry, makes me weep and wanna die. I'll be right here till the end because you're my best friend
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It was Monday yet again, and Haylie was getting ready for the event when Alison Bernier lightly on the door, and entered the room.
"Hi Haylie." Alison said. "I've got the script for tonight's show." And handed her the script.
"So basically this week again I have to be the pretty valet for Mike and Alex?" Haylie asked.
"Well part way yeah." Alison said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"What does that mean?" Haylie asked.
"Well, you should read it, but you would be going out to the ring with Mike and Alex, then realizing that he has a tag match with Bryan and a partner of his choosing—and when "no one" shows up, Mike would be going up all in his face about no one shows up, you'll grab the mic from his hands stating that you're his partner, the match goes on, and yeah, and whatever goes on goes from there." Alison said.
"So does that mean that romantic storyline between Mike and myself is like…ruined or something?" Haylie asked.
"Well, I'll see." Alison said then left.
