Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
by the Angel
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Chapter Three: Winter So Reeks of Awesomeness
Dear Jay,
Things haven't been good between us lately. In fact, it's been shit. And since it's like, totally the season to be jolly, then why not bury the hatchett and start over? As like, you know, brothers. It's been heinous between us. Like, yeah.
I remember when I won the King of the Ring championship, and was so totally reeking in goldage.
Adam groaned. He couldn't write an apology letter in Edge mode. Besides, he was writing to JAY, not CHRISTIAN. Wait. He forgot. Christian, champion of Europe. He crumpled up his third letter. Nothing seemed right.
His words were being forced out, and they weren't coming gracefully. Maybe he shouldn't even write the letter. Jay would probably laugh in his face. He had become more cocky and arrogant.
But he was always a softie at Christmas time. Adam sighed and blew his hair up, and started a new letter.
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Dear Adam,
So, like, are you still reeking in goldage? Remember the days when I carried your trophy? That like, so totally rocked. But then...We drifted apart. Yeah.
Jay groaned and crumpled the letter in his hand. He could not write a letter in Christian form. He was writing to Adam, not Edge. Nothing sounded right. If he even did give a letter to Adam, he'd probably laugh in his face. He had become cocky and arrogant.
But he was always a softie at Christmas time. Jay sighed and blew his hair up, and started a new letter.
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Adam frowned in the locker room. Everyone was talking cheerfully about their Christmas plans and visits. Where was Adam going to go? He had never finished the letter, and had hated himself for it. Christmas wasn't meant to be spent alone.
"Hey, Copeland. Where you are spending Christmas?" Bradshaw asked.
"Oh, I may be going back to Canada," He added quickly.
"Well, have fun. And Merry Christmas." Bradshaw said, leaving the WWF headquarters for the holidays.
Pretty soon, everyone left. Except Adam. He leaned his head on the locker. He saw Jay at the other side. "Jay," He whispered. He leaned back up. He caught Jay's eye.
"Adam." Jay said, his arms folded.
"Are you going home for Christmas?" Adam asked, still standing by the lockers.
"Maybe. Depends. See if anything else comes up." Jay shrugged. He played with a button on his shirt. "You?"
Adam shrugged. "Going home, I guess. Unless something else comes up. Pretty much the same as you."
Jay nodded. They stayed silent for a few more minutes. "We're blood, you do know that, right?" Jay said after the silence got to him.
"Well, not really. Not blood blood." Adam shrugged. "But we've known each other for so long, it's like we are blood. I mean, you're family is like my second family, and vice versa." He paused. "You know?"
Jay nodded. "I know."
Adam sighed. "Well, I am going to go home to Allana. We're going to decide what to do for Christmas. You and you're wife are welcome to join us." Jay shrugged. "I don't know. We might go see her family. Thanks for the offer." He smiled. Adam grinned.
"No problem...Christian."
"Merry Christmas, Edge."
by the Angel
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Chapter Three: Winter So Reeks of Awesomeness
Dear Jay,
Things haven't been good between us lately. In fact, it's been shit. And since it's like, totally the season to be jolly, then why not bury the hatchett and start over? As like, you know, brothers. It's been heinous between us. Like, yeah.
I remember when I won the King of the Ring championship, and was so totally reeking in goldage.
Adam groaned. He couldn't write an apology letter in Edge mode. Besides, he was writing to JAY, not CHRISTIAN. Wait. He forgot. Christian, champion of Europe. He crumpled up his third letter. Nothing seemed right.
His words were being forced out, and they weren't coming gracefully. Maybe he shouldn't even write the letter. Jay would probably laugh in his face. He had become more cocky and arrogant.
But he was always a softie at Christmas time. Adam sighed and blew his hair up, and started a new letter.
*
Dear Adam,
So, like, are you still reeking in goldage? Remember the days when I carried your trophy? That like, so totally rocked. But then...We drifted apart. Yeah.
Jay groaned and crumpled the letter in his hand. He could not write a letter in Christian form. He was writing to Adam, not Edge. Nothing sounded right. If he even did give a letter to Adam, he'd probably laugh in his face. He had become cocky and arrogant.
But he was always a softie at Christmas time. Jay sighed and blew his hair up, and started a new letter.
*
Adam frowned in the locker room. Everyone was talking cheerfully about their Christmas plans and visits. Where was Adam going to go? He had never finished the letter, and had hated himself for it. Christmas wasn't meant to be spent alone.
"Hey, Copeland. Where you are spending Christmas?" Bradshaw asked.
"Oh, I may be going back to Canada," He added quickly.
"Well, have fun. And Merry Christmas." Bradshaw said, leaving the WWF headquarters for the holidays.
Pretty soon, everyone left. Except Adam. He leaned his head on the locker. He saw Jay at the other side. "Jay," He whispered. He leaned back up. He caught Jay's eye.
"Adam." Jay said, his arms folded.
"Are you going home for Christmas?" Adam asked, still standing by the lockers.
"Maybe. Depends. See if anything else comes up." Jay shrugged. He played with a button on his shirt. "You?"
Adam shrugged. "Going home, I guess. Unless something else comes up. Pretty much the same as you."
Jay nodded. They stayed silent for a few more minutes. "We're blood, you do know that, right?" Jay said after the silence got to him.
"Well, not really. Not blood blood." Adam shrugged. "But we've known each other for so long, it's like we are blood. I mean, you're family is like my second family, and vice versa." He paused. "You know?"
Jay nodded. "I know."
Adam sighed. "Well, I am going to go home to Allana. We're going to decide what to do for Christmas. You and you're wife are welcome to join us." Jay shrugged. "I don't know. We might go see her family. Thanks for the offer." He smiled. Adam grinned.
"No problem...Christian."
"Merry Christmas, Edge."
