We get to the parking lot and he opens the door and helps me, all gentleman-like. Once he makes sure I'm strapped in my seat belt, and not about to fall out anytime soon, he walks around the back of the car and gets into the drivers seat.
He plays around with the radio station until he finds a rock station that is playing Queensryche at the moment. As he puts the car into gear, he starts to head-bang with the song.
I start to giggle and he mock glares at me and asks, "You find my music funny?! At least I don't listen to Alan Jackson!"
I start to blush because I can't believe that he remembers that, "First off, I bought the album 5 whole years ago! And it was only for that one song! One! 'Sides I like rock more anyway. Orgy is my favorite band in the world." I close my eyes as a sharp pain strikes my head. "Jay Gordon is hot. Yummy!"
"Really now?" I hear his voice take on that of a horny 14-year-old boy, "Can I take you up on that orgy thing, later?"
I laugh and smack his shoulder. He laughs and turns his attention (however short it is) back on to the road.
The song ends and Skid Row's "I Remember You" comes on and I start to hum happily along. I open my eyes and look at Christian smiling, and I ask, "Why are you smiling?"
Christian just shrugs, "It's just nice to see you happy. That's all."
I shrug and mutter under my breath, "Nice to see you being so nice too."
Christian eyes widen and he sits up straighter. Aw shit. I think he heard me. Damn. We drive in silence again.
"If I drove us to a park that I used to go to as a kid... Would you mind? Because, I rarely ever come up this way anymore and it's been awhile since I've seen it..." I glance over at him and realize that whenever he's deep in thought he chews his bottom lip, which is the cutest little quirk.
Oh, calm down girl.
"Sure! My head doesn't hurt that much anymore, anyway."
Christian nods, "It's a good place to think...."
I nod and lean into my headrest and watch the nice Canadian landscape change as we drive by. First, it was the crowded and loud city and then we were on the long highway with a lot of trees, and now that we've gone off the highway, we seem to be in a swamp or forest. It reminds me a lot of being back home in Alabama.
We get to a place deep in the forest and Christian stops and turns off the car. I look around into the darkness from my window, and Christian seemingly notices my hatred of the dark. And being in the dark. And being in the dark with someone, who only a couple hours ago I hated.
"Well, if I wanted to kill you and dump your body in the woods... Now would be a good time, huh?" And then he grins at me and kisses the top of my hand before he hops out of the car. In these few couple seconds my mind begins to swim.
Is he flirting with me? Naw. That's not right. He's just friendly.... Yeah, friendly... Because no one would flirt with simple, old, ugly, dispensable Molly. I'm a no one.
My stupid eyes start to fill up with the stupid tears, but I shake my head and try to will them away. Christian has walked around the car and now is opening the door for me and is silently leading me out into the woods.
We've been hiking for 15 minutes. My feet hurt, but I don't mind that much because Christian is good, silent company and I'm to busy checking out his behind to really notice the time. Or the blisters on my now aching feet.
We finally get to a clearing in the woods and words cannot describe how extremely beautiful it really is. The moon is full and out reflecting in the large lake in the middle of the park. Around the lake is a sandy beach and off to the corner is a small jungle gym set with swings and a slide.
"Tag!" Christian yells as he tags me and then he runs to the lake. I laugh and run after him.
When I catch up to him, I tag him back and yell, "Your it!" he smiles widely and jumps on me. We fall backwards on top of the sand and he starts to rub sand into my hair.
"Eat sand, pretty boy!" I yell as I try to shove his face into the sand. We attempt to kill each other that way for a bit until I fall exhausted on Christian's chest.
He rubs my arms and shoulders and leans to whisper in my ear, and I giggle as his facial hair tickles my face. "How are you feeling?"
"Better then I have in a long time," I surprise myself by blurting out.
"I meant your head, silly." He says and then kisses the top of my head.
I shrug and say, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore..."
"Good. I'm glad," he's quiet and then he takes a deep breath. "I honestly didn't mean to hit you *that* hard. Ya know, just enough to momentarily stun you ... but, after I won the stupid title, and I looked back and saw you on the floor, still not moving.... I.. I felt very bad. I'm sorry. Please forgive me?" he asks pleadingly and I pause to think about it.
"Ya know.... if you had asked me to forgive you a day ago, I would have told you were to shove it..." Christian sadly laughs. "But, since all these things you've done for me tonight... With the change in attitude and being all gentlemanly and seemingly caring for my well being... And the new you that you've showed me... Then yes, I forgive you." I turn to face him and see his eyes cloud up and he's biting his bottom lip again. I open my mouth to say something more when he leans in and kisses me very gently on my lips. I'm surprised by him, but I am not going to pull away, even if my life depends on it. So, I push him down on his back in the sand and he uses his tongue to push further into my mouth.
He stops and then gently pushes me away. "Wow."
"Yeah," I say feeling flushed.
"That's something I don't do very often." I still don't want to look up at him, in fear I might do something I'd regret.
"Me neither." He puts his two fingers to my face and gently traces the outline of my cheeks. He slowly leans down and gives me enough time to move out of the way if I wanted. I don't. And he kisses my one cheek quickly and then looks at me with a beautiful smile, that could at this moment outdo his brother Edge's smile.
I put my head in the crook of his shoulders as he starts to talk, "This is odd." I murmur my agreement and he continues, "I honestly don't know what's going on right now, but I do know, I like it. A lot." I nod, agreeing with him and feeling perfectly at peace on his shoulder. "Why were you crying before? I really want to know, and I know I couldn't have been the only reason..."
Doesn't he realize that I don't want to tell him? No matter how cute, or sweet he is... How do I know that he's not use it against me later? Later when the two of us realize that we're not right for each other? When the cold hard reality strikes and me and Christian will be standing next to a big metal rod, waiting to get struck.
I sigh and mutter, "None of your business." Christian begins to massage my back and soon any logic floats away. I get up and sit up to look at him. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. I sigh again and then tell my story.
"After I beat Shane over the head with the frying pan to get the title, I was so happy! Even though I might have risked my friendship with him, I knew in my heart that he would understand. He'd understand that it wasn't some sort of 'me using you to get further' it was more of a 'me *having* to use you to get something I had always wanted. Me *having* to use you to get to the thing that my entire life had been centered on.' After you got the title from me, I was getting checked out and Shane came in... and he was madder then I've ever seen him... And... And... He told me..." I stop and sniffle. Christian squeezes me hand and then lightly kisses it. I smile gratefully at him and continue, " He told me that I hurt him more in his heart then his head. That I broke his heart. I shattered my best friend's trust in me. Next to Lita, he's my best friend! He knows everything about me. All my secrets. All my crushes. All my problems. What am I doing to do, Christian?!" I start to shake and quiver and Christian wraps his arms around me and tries to comfort me.
In-between my tears I sputter out, "I usually don't burst into tears so damn easily." Christian chuckles and his entire chest vibrates.
Now that I've finished my crying spell, I feel much better and much safer being in Christian's arm looking at the beautiful Canadian sky, and I soon find myself falling asleep. But, before I do, I think I hear Christian whispering that I have him.
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A/N: Yes, Alicia (#2) This the chapter for you. Isn't it weird how my story seems to be a helluva lot like your realtionship? Oh, and of course the whole 'Orgy' thing is for you and the rest of the Jay Gordon lovers out there *swoons* *gets all hot and bothered* ANYWAY! My weird enjoyment of men in body paint aside *waves to 'football playing Raven'* Even thou I think he's getting more in touch with his Native American roots.... I still own nothing. Poor Molly. Cuz if I did, I would so totally have ended Mollys pain by now. Rock on!
He plays around with the radio station until he finds a rock station that is playing Queensryche at the moment. As he puts the car into gear, he starts to head-bang with the song.
I start to giggle and he mock glares at me and asks, "You find my music funny?! At least I don't listen to Alan Jackson!"
I start to blush because I can't believe that he remembers that, "First off, I bought the album 5 whole years ago! And it was only for that one song! One! 'Sides I like rock more anyway. Orgy is my favorite band in the world." I close my eyes as a sharp pain strikes my head. "Jay Gordon is hot. Yummy!"
"Really now?" I hear his voice take on that of a horny 14-year-old boy, "Can I take you up on that orgy thing, later?"
I laugh and smack his shoulder. He laughs and turns his attention (however short it is) back on to the road.
The song ends and Skid Row's "I Remember You" comes on and I start to hum happily along. I open my eyes and look at Christian smiling, and I ask, "Why are you smiling?"
Christian just shrugs, "It's just nice to see you happy. That's all."
I shrug and mutter under my breath, "Nice to see you being so nice too."
Christian eyes widen and he sits up straighter. Aw shit. I think he heard me. Damn. We drive in silence again.
"If I drove us to a park that I used to go to as a kid... Would you mind? Because, I rarely ever come up this way anymore and it's been awhile since I've seen it..." I glance over at him and realize that whenever he's deep in thought he chews his bottom lip, which is the cutest little quirk.
Oh, calm down girl.
"Sure! My head doesn't hurt that much anymore, anyway."
Christian nods, "It's a good place to think...."
I nod and lean into my headrest and watch the nice Canadian landscape change as we drive by. First, it was the crowded and loud city and then we were on the long highway with a lot of trees, and now that we've gone off the highway, we seem to be in a swamp or forest. It reminds me a lot of being back home in Alabama.
We get to a place deep in the forest and Christian stops and turns off the car. I look around into the darkness from my window, and Christian seemingly notices my hatred of the dark. And being in the dark. And being in the dark with someone, who only a couple hours ago I hated.
"Well, if I wanted to kill you and dump your body in the woods... Now would be a good time, huh?" And then he grins at me and kisses the top of my hand before he hops out of the car. In these few couple seconds my mind begins to swim.
Is he flirting with me? Naw. That's not right. He's just friendly.... Yeah, friendly... Because no one would flirt with simple, old, ugly, dispensable Molly. I'm a no one.
My stupid eyes start to fill up with the stupid tears, but I shake my head and try to will them away. Christian has walked around the car and now is opening the door for me and is silently leading me out into the woods.
We've been hiking for 15 minutes. My feet hurt, but I don't mind that much because Christian is good, silent company and I'm to busy checking out his behind to really notice the time. Or the blisters on my now aching feet.
We finally get to a clearing in the woods and words cannot describe how extremely beautiful it really is. The moon is full and out reflecting in the large lake in the middle of the park. Around the lake is a sandy beach and off to the corner is a small jungle gym set with swings and a slide.
"Tag!" Christian yells as he tags me and then he runs to the lake. I laugh and run after him.
When I catch up to him, I tag him back and yell, "Your it!" he smiles widely and jumps on me. We fall backwards on top of the sand and he starts to rub sand into my hair.
"Eat sand, pretty boy!" I yell as I try to shove his face into the sand. We attempt to kill each other that way for a bit until I fall exhausted on Christian's chest.
He rubs my arms and shoulders and leans to whisper in my ear, and I giggle as his facial hair tickles my face. "How are you feeling?"
"Better then I have in a long time," I surprise myself by blurting out.
"I meant your head, silly." He says and then kisses the top of my head.
I shrug and say, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore..."
"Good. I'm glad," he's quiet and then he takes a deep breath. "I honestly didn't mean to hit you *that* hard. Ya know, just enough to momentarily stun you ... but, after I won the stupid title, and I looked back and saw you on the floor, still not moving.... I.. I felt very bad. I'm sorry. Please forgive me?" he asks pleadingly and I pause to think about it.
"Ya know.... if you had asked me to forgive you a day ago, I would have told you were to shove it..." Christian sadly laughs. "But, since all these things you've done for me tonight... With the change in attitude and being all gentlemanly and seemingly caring for my well being... And the new you that you've showed me... Then yes, I forgive you." I turn to face him and see his eyes cloud up and he's biting his bottom lip again. I open my mouth to say something more when he leans in and kisses me very gently on my lips. I'm surprised by him, but I am not going to pull away, even if my life depends on it. So, I push him down on his back in the sand and he uses his tongue to push further into my mouth.
He stops and then gently pushes me away. "Wow."
"Yeah," I say feeling flushed.
"That's something I don't do very often." I still don't want to look up at him, in fear I might do something I'd regret.
"Me neither." He puts his two fingers to my face and gently traces the outline of my cheeks. He slowly leans down and gives me enough time to move out of the way if I wanted. I don't. And he kisses my one cheek quickly and then looks at me with a beautiful smile, that could at this moment outdo his brother Edge's smile.
I put my head in the crook of his shoulders as he starts to talk, "This is odd." I murmur my agreement and he continues, "I honestly don't know what's going on right now, but I do know, I like it. A lot." I nod, agreeing with him and feeling perfectly at peace on his shoulder. "Why were you crying before? I really want to know, and I know I couldn't have been the only reason..."
Doesn't he realize that I don't want to tell him? No matter how cute, or sweet he is... How do I know that he's not use it against me later? Later when the two of us realize that we're not right for each other? When the cold hard reality strikes and me and Christian will be standing next to a big metal rod, waiting to get struck.
I sigh and mutter, "None of your business." Christian begins to massage my back and soon any logic floats away. I get up and sit up to look at him. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. I sigh again and then tell my story.
"After I beat Shane over the head with the frying pan to get the title, I was so happy! Even though I might have risked my friendship with him, I knew in my heart that he would understand. He'd understand that it wasn't some sort of 'me using you to get further' it was more of a 'me *having* to use you to get something I had always wanted. Me *having* to use you to get to the thing that my entire life had been centered on.' After you got the title from me, I was getting checked out and Shane came in... and he was madder then I've ever seen him... And... And... He told me..." I stop and sniffle. Christian squeezes me hand and then lightly kisses it. I smile gratefully at him and continue, " He told me that I hurt him more in his heart then his head. That I broke his heart. I shattered my best friend's trust in me. Next to Lita, he's my best friend! He knows everything about me. All my secrets. All my crushes. All my problems. What am I doing to do, Christian?!" I start to shake and quiver and Christian wraps his arms around me and tries to comfort me.
In-between my tears I sputter out, "I usually don't burst into tears so damn easily." Christian chuckles and his entire chest vibrates.
Now that I've finished my crying spell, I feel much better and much safer being in Christian's arm looking at the beautiful Canadian sky, and I soon find myself falling asleep. But, before I do, I think I hear Christian whispering that I have him.
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A/N: Yes, Alicia (#2) This the chapter for you. Isn't it weird how my story seems to be a helluva lot like your realtionship? Oh, and of course the whole 'Orgy' thing is for you and the rest of the Jay Gordon lovers out there *swoons* *gets all hot and bothered* ANYWAY! My weird enjoyment of men in body paint aside *waves to 'football playing Raven'* Even thou I think he's getting more in touch with his Native American roots.... I still own nothing. Poor Molly. Cuz if I did, I would so totally have ended Mollys pain by now. Rock on!