Chapter 50: "Unexplainable"
Kevin Nash's POV
"All right, brother. I'll talk to you later, okay? Hang in there. You know this is all for the better in the long run." My heart breaks a little as I talk to Kid, but I'm trying to look at the bright side.
"Kev?" I wish I could pat his back and let him know it's all going to be okay, but that's impossible to do over the phone.
"Yeah, man?"
"Let Scott know it's not his fault." Kid sighs. "Please? And tell Joli I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for all of the fucking shit I've put her through. I'm so sorry."
"I'll tell them. Go ahead and get your help, Sean. I love you, brother."
"I love you too, man. I'll talk to you later."
As I hang my phone up, I let out a huge fuckin' grunt. Goddammit, I hope this all turns out for the better in the end.
"Joli, baby?" I clear my throat as I walk into my living room from the kitchen. "That was Kid."
It takes a few minutes for Joli to show, but that's okay. I take a seat on the couch and wait for her. It sounds like she's talking to someone, but I can't make out any of the conversation. I guess she's made a phone call as soon as she heard I was off the phone.
My girl eventually comes out of my bedroom with a somber look on her pretty little face. She's still wearing her pajamas, but so am I. It's too cold to bother getting out of the house; really, there's too much snow.
"You said you talked to Kid?" I nod. "I just called Scott up, as soon as you got off the phone." Joli looks like she's speechless. "He's, uh... he's suspended for a couple of months, Kev. He didn't really want to get into it, but apparently that's the plan. He said that Eric thinks it's for the best, and the wolfpac will start the night he returns. I'm just, uh..."
Joli walks over to the couch beside of me and just flops down. She looks absolutely heartbroken, and I know that the news from Kid isn't going to help her at all.
I mean, fuck, I feel like shit. I can only hope that Scott's going to get some actual help when he's out, as opposed to just sitting at his house and making himself worse off. Please, Scott, just get some help. Please, brother.
"I wish he'd talked to me more about it." Joli speaks back up. "He just kind of rushed it all out in a couple of minutes and I didn't get a chance to say much to him. I hope he'll be okay."
I wrap an arm around Joli and pull her in closer to my side. She wraps both of her slender little arms around my waist and places her cheek against my stomach.
"Scott's tough, for all his problems. But, he's also stubborn." I sigh as I lean my head back on the couch. I stare up at the ceiling as I talk. "On the bright side, he's aware that he has a problem, and that's usually what it takes to get his head on straight. A suspension did wonders for him back in the WWF, so we can only hope this goes well for him, too."
Joli nods, and for a few moments, we just sit in silence. Goddamn, it feels like everything that could have possibly gone wrong today has, and it's not even noon!
"So, what did Kid have to say?" Joli's question makes me frown. She sits up and looks at me with this pitiful little expression; it looks like she's been on the brink of tears, and I know this is going to push them over.
Before I talk, I turn on the couch so that I can face Joli. Panic comes onto her face. "I really don't know how to sugarcoat this, so I'm just going to get to the point." Joli's eyes widen even more. "Baby, Kid got fired and he's on his way to rehab."
Just as I had predicted, tears begin streaming down my tough babe's cheeks. I pick her up and place her on my lap and she sits there, with my arms wrapped tightly around her and her face against my chest. As Joli sobs onto me, I rest my cheek on her shoulder.
In just one day, our WCW group of four was cut in half. I mean, Scott will be back, sure, but Kid won't be. There's no way Eric's shitty ass will ever allow Kid to work for him again. As long as Scott actually gets help, he'll be fine.
Maybe Kid can get back into the WWF? He'd be a great fit for Shawn and Paul's D-Generation X! I bet that would make him pretty damn happy, too. He'd be the only one of us to be able to say he was a part of both the nWo and DX. That'd be cool.
God, I feel so bad for my brothers. I wish there could've been something, anything, that we could've done for them, but I'm not sure what we could've done differently. Joli and I tried our damnedest to help them - it just wasn't enough. They didn't want the help at the time.
When Joli stops crying, she gets up from my laps and wipes the tears off her cheeks. I can tell by the look on her face that she's got something big going on in her mind, but I'm not quite sure what she's thinking about. Joli walks into the bedroom and grabs her smokes, lighter, and ashtray before taking a seat beside of me on the couch.
"What're you thinking about, girly?" I ask curiously as Joli lights up a cigarette. She looks over at me with a thoughtful, uncertain gaze.
"Give me a minute." I can see the gears moving in her brain, so I just nod and sit back, waiting for her to say or do something.
The more Joli smokes, the more I begin to see this look of understand come onto her face. She's thinking about everything that's happened, undoubtedly, and all of the shit that goes along with it. Joli drops her head and let's out a sigh before putting her cigarette out.
When Joli turns to face me, though, the expression on her face isn't the least bit upset; no, it's more soft and loving. She leans forward and places a long, sweet kiss on my lips. I go to deepen it, but Joli pulls back. I tilt my head to the side as I look at her, wondering what her next move is.
"Kevin," Joli smiles brightly. "I'm ready."
My heart skips a fuckin' beat. "I'm sorry, what?"
There's no way that she means-
"I'm ready for us to be together, officially." I just stare at Joli as she speaks. "I know it probably seems like it's out of the blue, but listen to me just a second. I've put a lot of thought into this and we've both spent a lot of time working on my damaged soul, and... fuck, Kev. It's time."
I don't mean to go silent, but I'm genuinely just so surprised. I mean, I figured we were almost to this point, but I didn't expect her to be ready today.
Hot. Fucking. Damn.
"Joli- Jolene, are you sure about this?" I ask her like a dumbass as I place both of my hands on her cheeks. I'm scanning her face for some little indication that she's doubting this or that she's going to change her mind, but all I see is certainty and hope.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life." Joli tells me with a small, adorable laugh. "There was a long period of time that I never thought I'd be able to move on from the shit that I went through with Thomas, but you know what? Fuck that. Fuck all of that. I'm still messed up; I can't lie and say I'm cured. None of that matters, though. I love you, Kevin Nash, and I want to be with you."
I lean forward and kiss my girl once more, this time with the utmost fuckin' passion and love. Joli smiles into the kiss and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer to her. We end up moving so that I'm propped up over her, and as we separate from our kiss, Joli looks at me again with tears in her eyes.
This time, though, it's not out of sadness. She's fuckin' ecstatic and so am I. I've been thinking about and dreaming of the day that I could officially call her my damn girlfriend, and now that day is here. I feel like a damn teenager again.
"You know that you mean more to me than life itself, right?" I ask Joli with the goofiest damn grin. "I don't care how damn long it took to get us to this point, you know you're stuck with me now, right?" I joke.
Joli laughs and shakes her head. "I thought I was stuck with you before this, too?"
"I mean, you were, but now you're officially burdened by me." I nibble on the base of Joli's neck and she squirms. "Goddamn, we're dating now!" I throw my head back at let out a 'woo' that Ric would be damn proud of. "Jolene Milford is my girlfriend!" I yell to the world.
My little lady erupts into a fit of giggles, and I can't stop myself from laughing along with her. The pure happiness on her face does things to my heart that can't be healthy, but that's okay.
"I love you, oh my God. You're out of your mind." Joli playfully taps my chest.
"Yeah, you tend to have that effect on me." I chuckle. "I mean, I like to think that I'm normally pretty calm and level-headed, but when it comes to you, girl, I'll happily go crazy!"
Even though she shakes her head first, Joli kisses me yet again. I think I'm in some sort of pure state of bliss right now because of Joli.
The way I feel about her is unexplainable. It's like, whenever everything else in this life goes to shit, I know I at least have her, and that's enough to get me through it.
Work is a mess, and even though it looked like everything was about to look up there, who knows at this point? Plus, a lot of other things are going absolutely horribly for our best friends. Kid's fired and in rehab, Scott's suspended, and who knows how Shawn and Paul are doing at this point. The Kliq isn't exactly going through an easy time right now.
Yet, I can't help but smile as I stare down at Jolene. My woman is beautiful, talented, kind-hearted, and more fuckin' stunning than I deserve. Best of all?
I can officially call her mine. Like Joli said, she's still damaged, but fuck it. I don't care. I love her for who she is, regardless of the pain that some little motherfucker put her through. I'll always be here for Joli and I'll help her get through whatever obstacles come in both of our paths.
Before I know it, Joli and I are stripping our clothes off and making the greatest love right on my living room couch. It's ten degrees outside, but we don't care. We keep each other warm.
I love Jolene; I can say that a million times and it'll never be enough. I look down at Joli as I thrust deep into her core, lost in those captivating green eyes of hers. This is the life. This is what I've always wanted.
We finish and I roll into my floor with a tired laugh. I lay on my back and stare up at Joli, who rolls onto her stomach. She smiles softly down at me and reaches a hand down to trace shapes on my bare, sweaty chest.
"I think I need you to pinch me, just to make sure I'm not fuckin' dreaming." I tease. "You're really my girlfriend now, right?"
Joli smirks and pinches the absolute fuck out of my right nipple. I quickly whip my head to look at her and she just laughs.
"Okay, I get it! I'm awake." I rub my chest. "Was that necessary?" I joke.
"You told me to pinch you." Joli winks at me before rolling onto her back again. She grunts tiredly as she does so. "Your fault, not mine."
"You're so mean sometimes." I playfully whine.
"Me? Mean? Never."
"Unless someone deserves it." I object.
"That's different and you know it."
"Oh, I know it."
Ladies and gentlemen, this woman is the woman of my dreams. I can't believe she's finally mine.
