"Pride and Prejudice"
An Edge/Ashley fanfic
Thanks to Kristin4, Christal-R, Inday, Thee-Britty, KxH, xAttitudex, csimiamigirl73, The Rated R Superstar and DirtyDiva for reviewing last chapters, you're awesome!
Hope you like this one as well,
R&R and enjoy it! :)
Chapter 25: I'll Text You Later
When the morning after Ashley finally started to wake up, she had a weird sensation… like if something was definitely unusual…
"About time! You totally sleep like a dead person, you know?!"
"What are you doing here?" She asked surprised after literally jumping at hearing that voice.
"Michelle let me in." Adam grinned from across the room where he was peacefully sat on the all-American girl's bed, with a random magazine in his hands.
"Remind me to kill her then." She groaned dramatically collapsing back on her pillow.
"Why? Don't you like to have your boyfriend around, sleeping punkie?" He chuckled, "I've also learnt 5 ways to comb my hair on special nights." He said placing the magazine back on the night stand.
"Not when I'm not aware of his presence," she protested rolling her eyes "I'm sure I look horrible right now. So your brand new hair-knowledge can be useful, thank you."
"Nah, I think you're just adorable as usual."
"Are you saying this to get in my bed?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe," he laughed "what are my chances?"
"Very low." She playfully rolled her eyes, "Btw what have you done to Michelle? Killed and cut into pieces in the bathroom?"
"She went jogging," he rolled his eyes and smiled amused "and you watch too many scary movies for the record."
"I know," she grinned standing up "so the shower's free, awesome!"
"Yep." He smirked standing up after her.
"…and excuse me, where do you think you're going?"
"I thought you were going to take a shower…" He trailed off in confusion.
"Oh I am, baby." She grinned.
"C'mooon!" He groaned in protest, "I came here to spend some quality time with my girlfriend and I watched you snore for a hour and half, reading girly magazines… can't I even take a shower now?"
"Of, first of all: I don't snore. And second," she chuckled "don't you have a bathroom in your room?"
"But you're not there." He pointed out with a pout "And for sure I don't want to take a shower with Kenny."
"Oh I so hope you don't, baby." She laughed.
"So?" He hopefully smirked.
"I'll tell you what," she innocently smiled leaning closer to him "you wanted to get in my bed? Go ahead, it's all yours." She grinned giving him a kiss on the forehead before disappearing behind the bathroom's door, leaving him with a surprised/disappointed look on his face.
"You're cruel, ya know?!" He cried after her who giggled starting the water.
Almost a hour later the couple was ready to leave for the arena as they stood next to his car in the parking lot. Or better… she was leaning with her back against his car, peacefully listening to her iPod, while he was carrying their bags.
"What have you packed? Iron?" He rolled his eyes placing her duffel bag in the back door.
"My combat boots." She smiled.
"Great, next time warn me when I offer to take your bags." He protested.
"You were so adorable offering that I didn't want to break it to you, honey." She giggled.
"Sweet, thanks." He rolled his eyes.
"C'm here," she laughed stopping him and placing her arms around his neck before pressing her lips on his.
"That makes up for the boots, I guess." He chuckled.
"Good," she smiled and kissed him again, this time with even more passion.
"We're in a public place, lovebirds." A voice interrupted them from behind.
"Michelle!" The punk princess almost gasped.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." The blonde smiled, "So… are you going to take my bag or I have to do it myself?"
"She's coming with us?" Adam asked with a puzzled look.
"I didn't know, are you?" She shrugged.
"Well, if you show up at the arena alone with him everybody will start to talk about it… without mentioning that they all still think you're having Jeff Hardy's baby," she paused as the dirty diva rolled her eyes "so I figured you need a back-up for your secret relationship thingy, and I need a ride… deal?" the all-American girl grinned.
"Take her bag baby, she's a genius." Ashley patted her boyfriend on the shoulder while Michelle mocked a curtsey.
"You don't happen to carry combat boots too, do you?" He hopefully asked as she handed him her gym bag.
"What?"
"Never mind." He rolled his eyes as Ashley burst out with laughter.
A half hour later the unusual trio had arrived at the arena for that night's Smackdown! and Adam had just parked when Ashley was the first to exit the car…
"What are you doing with him?" Her ex boyfriend's voice took the dirty diva off guard; evidently he had just arrived too, perfect timing.
"I-"
"We needed a ride," Michelle smiled coming out of the backseat and taking her bag from the back "Thanks Edge." She said with a fake annoyed tone before passing the other two by and winking at the punk princess.
"Oh, if you didn't find anything better…" He commented raising an eyebrow at Adam who had just come out of the car and was now staring back, "but you could have called me, you know."
"You wanted something, Matt?" She asked changing the subject, not wanting to increase the tension between the two.
"Yeah, actually I wanted to tell you that Jeff called and said that the rumors have reached Raw too… he's trying his best to deny them."
"Great, at Raw too now." She muttered, "But thanks for the news."
"You know, we could come up with something togeth-"
"Why don't you just mind your own business?" Adam cut him off and placed Ashley's back on the floor with a loud thud next to them.
"Excuse me?"
"Leave her the fuck alone."
"Wow, I'm scared now!" Matt sarcastically laughed, "And why do you care anyway?"
"I didn't say that I care." He promptly lied.
"Well what's your problem then?"
"My problem is how you keep on desperately playing the good guy while that's none of your business."
"Guys, that's really not the-"
"None of my business?! If you haven't noticed, this concerns my own brother and my close friend so if here there's someone who should mind his own business, it's you who are nothing to her."
"Yeah, whatever. I was just saying." The Rated R superstar rolled his eyes and angrily left them, walking into the building.
"That's ridiculous," Matt scoffed "the jerk clearly has a problem. Ash? Are you listening?"
"What?" She distractedly said as she kept on staring in her boyfriend's direction.
"Don't let him irritate you, he's just an idiot." He commented misunderstanding her reaction.
"You know what, Matt? Thanks for offering me your help but I have to solve this on my own." And with that she took her bag and left him with a confused expression on his face.
"Ash! Wait!" The older Hardy brother called her back, but the punk princess didn't even turn once.
It was only a hour later that the self proclaimed dirty diva could finally search for her boyfriend to see if everything was alright after his confrontation with Matt, since as soon as she stepped inside the arena, she had been stuck in a photoshoot session.
So now she was finally free and eager to find him… but unfortunately his locker room was empty and she couldn't openly ask for him, so she just entered the canteen where a bunch of superstars were eating their lunch and sat down with a sigh.
"Hard morning?" Michelle asked with a chuckle putting aside her novel and focusing on her friend.
"Adam and Matt had an argument when you left us and I still haven't had a chance to talk with him… oh and btw thanks for the help, you totally saved me!"
"It was no big deal." She smiled.
"Well I'll got your back too when you'll need help with your boyfriend… or ex boyfriend… or both of them… whatever."
"I appreciate the offer," she lightly laughed "but I doubt I'll need help anytime soon, you know?"
"Yep, cause nobody is in a more messed up situation than I am." The dirty diva playfully rolled her eyes.
"Actually I was going to say cause my love life is not-existent right now, but I'll go with that too." The all-American girl chuckled amused.
"Oh c'mon, there has to be someone… right?"
"Ash don't-"
"There is! There is!" The punk grinned judging the answer from her friend's blush, "So who is he?"
"Nobody." She rolled her eyes.
"Don't you trust me? I won't tell." She pouted trying her best puppy eyes.
"Of course I do, but you'll laugh at me."
"No I won't! I promise!"
"It's just a crush, really, it doesn't-"
"Ohhh he works with us, doesn't he?" She almost squealed.
"Ssshhh!!"
"Sorry!" She lowered her voice, "Tell me who is he, c'mon c'mon c'mon!"
"Fine," she gave up with a sigh "It's-"
"OMG tell me it's not Kenny!!"
"What?" Michelle asked confused.
"Nothing, go on, sorry." She apologetically smiled.
"Promise me you won't laugh, make fun of me… or any kind of loud reaction." The skilled diva rolled her eyes.
"I'll behave myself, you got my word."
"You'll think that I'm ridiculous and a hopeless fangirl."
"Chelle? Remember who I fell in love with and on what terms we're dating… and then you'll know that I couldn't think of your crush as impossible." The dirty diva softly giggled.
"Right… well it's… Randy."
"Randy like… Randy Orton??" Ashley repeated in surprise.
"Yes," she rolled her eyes "and I've just made myself ridiculous, I told you so."
"And why should this be ridiculous?" She smiled, "He's hot."
"Because there's no way this can work… he's on Raw, I'm on Smackdown… and probably he doesn't even know who I am."
"Couldn't you have a little more hope after seeing Adam and I? That was kinda unexpected too, wasn't it?"
"Well… yeah, but you're on the same roster…"
"I'm a genius!" She suddenly said out loud.
"…Sorry?" Michelle looked at her with a puzzled look.
"I. Am. A. Genius." She repeated with a grin.
"Good to know?" She unsurely said not seeing what she was referring too.
"Well, if you have forgotten… my boyfriend happens to be a close friend of your man, you know?" She widely smiled.
"What? Ash don't-"
"Wanna accompany me to the ppv this Sunday? It's an inter-brand one, you know." The punk princess evasively said with a smirk on her face.
"Oh my… I love you." Michelle simply stated.
"Thanks, we'll see if he doesn't notice you." Ashley giggled.
"Oh and by the way, you were searching for Adam, right? Cause he just sat down over there."
"Finally!" The self proclaimed dirty diva immediately stood up and turned to see her boyfriend eating lunch with Kenny and then sat down again, "But of course I can't go there and talk to him since we're surrounded by people." She sighed.
"That sucks." The all-American girl sympathetically commented.
"Yeah…"
"Give me your cell phone."
"What?"
"Give it to me, c'mon."
"Okay…" the punk princess confusedly replied and took the electronic device out of her jeans' pocket, before handing it to her friend.
"Here you go." Michelle grinned giving it back after a second.
"You're confusing me, you know?" She said staring at the display where there was an empty text-message window open.
"Text him. Since you can't talk, write." She simply said with a smile.
"You're my hero, you know?"
"Happy conversation." She laughed as the punk princess started to type on the small keyboard.
"Hey, I've been stuck in a photoshoot session… are you okay?" After sending her message she observed as he took out the phone from his pocket and read it with a smile on his face, before proceeding to reply.
"Poor baby. Of course I am… why shouldn't I?"
"IDK, is everything alright after that argument then?"
He lightly sighed this time, "Absolutely, don't worry bout that. I'll kick his ass one of these days, ya know."
She couldn't help but giggle, "Of course I know. And btw I cut him off and left him there."
He grinned, "That's my baby."
"So what are you eating? And have you already apologized to poor Kenny for yesterday?"
He was already typing his answer when it hit him that she should have been there to know he was eating… so the Rated R superstar lifted his gaze from the cell phone and looking across the room met his girlfriend's smile. "Ew we seem like two kids at school."
"Shut up. And btw tell Kenny to close his mouth while he eats." She laughed as she sent that and saw him playfully rolling his eyes.
"You're writing to your boyfriend at Raw?" A sarcastic voice abruptly made the dirty diva come back to reality as she turned to see Brooke and Maryse next to her.
"While don't you mind your own business?" She snapped back.
The two divas just rolled their eyes and giggled at each other, but she could see that they weren't the only ones staring at her and whispering something or nudging the one sat next to them.
"Don't mind them, Ash, it's not worth it." Michelle tried to calm her but the self proclaimed dirty diva had already had enough of that situation and without thinking twice, jumped on the table she was occupying with the long legged diva.
"Okay, everyone listen please." She started with her hands on her hips, "For the last time I'm not dating Jeff Hardy and I'm not pregnant! Nor of him or anyone else, for the record. It's just a stupid rumor. A lie. Call it whatever you want but keep in mind that it's NOT FUCKING TRUE so stop staring and laughing at me like I was God knows what kind of bitch. IT's FALSE. Get it? Got it? Good." She looked around her hoping that her speech had finally set the record straight once and for all and noticed a certain superstar grinning at her his approval. "…Oh and happy lunch y'all." She awkwardly said before coming down and taking her place again.
"Great speech." Her friend couldn't help but laugh as she lightly blushed.
"They're still staring, right?"
"Well… yep, but you just caught the attention, so…"
She rolled her eyes as her cell phone vibrated once again on the small table.
"That kinda turned me on, punkie. :D"
She couldn't help but giggle as she playfully rolled her eyes.
Back on his table, he was still chuckling when he noticed that Kenny had stopped in mid-action, with his fork in the air.
"Kenny? What the hell are you doing?" He politely asked.
"Wow. That was hot, wasn't it?" The younger superstar commented coming out of his daze.
"And apparently Kenny thinks the same, baby."
"Ewww." She quickly replied staring at her boyfriend in disbelief who just shrugged.
"Shut up and eat." He said rolling his eyes and smacking his neck, before winking at her who laughed shaking her head at the scene.