Wynonna
Waverly's POV
"Dear Diary. I wonder who came up with that phrase. It's been a week since Nicole and I hung out at the café. We text each other every day now. It's comforting knowing that she is always there even when I don't need her to be.
I haven't written anything down about Champ since I met Nicole. Champ is Champ. He likes to "shut my brain off" as he says. I'm pretty sure it's just because he doesn't care or understand half the things I'm saying and because he wants sex ALL THE FREAKING TIME. He's so different from Nicole. I know that when I talk she actually listens to every word. She pays attention.
I keep thinking that Champ is going to change. He's my high school sweetheart plus Purgatory is a small town, not a lot of options in the dating pool. He used to be a bully, but now he's just as dumb as a sack of potatoes. I'm getting tired of him and being friends with Nicole probably isn't helping at all.
Before I forget Wynonna kind of found out that I wanted to be the heir to the Earp curse all this time. Why would anyone want to be the heir to the curse? The curse that has lost its meaning after all these years. Grand pappy Wyatt Earp killed 77 criminals as a cop and now the next generations get revenge on the Earps.
She almost got killed since I wouldn't forgive her for that as if she had a choice, but we're ok now. No more secrets. We have been bonding so much more and I finally feel like I have a sister. Thanks to this curse I got my sister back and I'm kind of happy about it, not gonna lie. Anyways I should go. I have work and dinner after with Wynonna. I should talk to Champ soon, but I don't know if I'm ready to have that conversation yet. ".
At the only diner in town Waverly and Wynonna were having dinner. Wynonna was bathing her fries in ketchup while Waverly was getting a really inappropriate text from Champ. Wynonna yanks the phone from her hand and gives it back immediately with a look of disgust. "Ugh! Ever hear of manscaping?" Wynonna gags and thinks about bleaching her eyes. "Hey, that was meant for private eyes." Waverly giggles.
"Don't tell me you're back chomping at the Champ. Come on. He is just so beneath you." Wynonna says. "Uh, yeah, he is." Waverly jokes. "Gross dude. There is more to life than crazy hot, toe-curling, out-of-body, back-into body, angels-singing-Hallelujah sex." Wynonna drinks her coffee, failing to hide the fact she slept recently with a certain cowboy called Doc Holliday who is an old friend of the family. She avoids Waverly's stare looking through the window.
"Wait. Wait. Hold up. Whose truck are you borrowing?" Waverly asks. Nobody should know details about a relative's sex life, but they are the Earp sisters. They have no boundaries living in the same house since Wynonna came back to town. "Oh, please. I can get from here to there on my own horsepower, thank you." Wynonna scoffs and tries to dismiss the topic, but Waverly insists. "Wait, who is it? Is it Dolls?" Wynonna just ignores Waverly's question and starts talking to the waitress that is offering more coffee.