I wake up early and stare at the ceiling and try to relive last night in my head. The only think that I can remember the clearest, is Christian kissing me. The feel of his mouth, his taste, his cologne, the my shoulders seem to fit so comfortably into his. Everything about him. How he bites his lower lip when he's thinking deeply. How when the wind picks up, how his hair seems to float around his head angelically. How warm, and safe, and secure his body feels.
Wow. I think I'm in love!
My broodings are interrupted by a knocking at more door, "...While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door...." I mutter and then curse Raven under my breath.
I stretch my feet and hop out of bed and then waddle over to the door and I look out the peephole.
Oh great. It's a seemingly energetic Lita smiling at me through the hole. What did I ever do to piss God off so much, that He sends me Lita on a sugar rush? Geez. I unlock the door and then get pushed back as Lita barges into the room.
She closes the door and then jumps on me.
"Ow! What the hell?" I yell as her elbow smacks me in the cheek. Lita looks up and smiles at me.
"I'm so happy! My Mollys all grown up!" I blush and mutter, "Shudda up!"
She giggles and get off of me and sits on the edge of the bed and motions for me to sit next to her. "So Mollz" she says as her face contorts to a more serious expression. Well, as serious as you can look while you're bouncing around on a hotel bed... "Me 'nd Jeff went out last night after we heard the news! And we celebrated by going out for coffee...." I roll my eyes and smile. I should have guess, that evil caffeine. "Sooooo, whose the lucky guy?!"
My smile stays plastered on my face. Aw shit. She has *no* idea who I was with last night. Everyone knows how much she hates Christian and how the lack of love was shared by him.
Damn it! Damn! Well, I'm going have to tell her, because if I don't and she hears about it, she'll be pissed off. And, that's not a good thing... It's a *bad* thing.
"Er...Christian?" I say quickly. Lita makes a weird noise and then her face turns different shades of red. I lean behind me and grab a pillow. This way, I have something to defend myself with, if this ends up in a fight.
She starts breathing heavily and I think she's calming down. Or at least trying to calm down.
"Explain. How? Now!" She asks through gritted teeth. See that's a good sign. She hasn't attempted to strangle me...yet...
I blush and look at my feet and softly tell her my story about the totally different Christian then the one we both knew.
Lita sits quietly through my tale. This isn't good. She's way to quiet for someone who was just on a coffee rush.
I sit back down and wait. She closes her eyes and then sighs, "I'm happy for you."
"No, you're not Lita... If you were you'd at least look me in the eyes."
"I am happy for you," Lita sighed deeply. "Truly I am. I...I...I.. I don't know. I'm just all
depressed, that's all."
I look at her and I realize that she looks like she's about to cry. When did this happen?
"I'm happy for you, Molly. But, I just.... I'm being greedy. It's no secret that I don't like Christian. And it's no secret that your my best friend and I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. But, I also know that you have the best intuition when it comes to people. So, if you think Christian is all right... Or at least better, then I guess I won't go out and kick his ass for hurting you last night, like I had planned on. But, I just feel bad that you've found someone who isn't a jerk. And I haven't yet. So I'm just being greedy and self-centered. I should be happy that you've found someone and all I can think about is myself."
It finally dawns on me what she's talking about. Lita has gone on very few dates with guys in her life. Because, she believes that everyone thinks of her as, 'one of the guys,' and so she never really attempted to ask anyone out. Behind her strong, tough, and occasional hyper outside, she's really soft and unsure of herself. Even though it might seem like she's had all the guys on TV, Matt is her big brother and Jeff is her younger brother, and then Jericho was her goofy older brother.
"Awww! Lita!" I squeal and then hug her, "You know perfectly well that there are millions of guys who'd want to go with you! It's silly for you to think such a thought! You're such a good friend to me!"
She sniffles and then giggles, "Molly?"
"Yes, Lita?"
"You're acting like a nerd again!"
"Sorry!" I yell as she starts to tickle me. Which ends into us having a tickle/pillow fight.
After our girly break, Lita and I went out to go get some breakfast. When we came back to the hotel, Christian was waiting by my door.
"Lita" he says laid-back and nodding in her direction.
"Christian" Lita coolly says and then walks into my room and closes the door.
Christian stares at her retracting form and then looks down and inspects his shoes. "Well, I guess Lita's still not very fond of me, huh?" he whispers.
I sigh. "Not really. You know *you* have to regain her trust. Nothing I say or do can make her trust you."
Christian nods. "Yeah. She won't admit to it, but I know she's not as tough as she acts. I know that she's very delicate. Unfortunately I also know that I did a lot of shit to her, and it'll be awhile before she believes anything that comes out of my mouth..."
I reach over and squeeze his shoulder. His eyes flicker up to mine and I look at them. I mean, really look at them. I don't see anything in those gray eyes that even remotely remains me of the old Christian. The old Christian's eyes were full of spite, hatred, jealously, and malice. But, the eyes I'm looking at right now, are screaming anything but that... Right now, all I see is softness and love, and a little bit of pain.
"I..ah... Came over to make sure that you still feel all right..." he stops and puts his fingers under my chin and gently pushes them up so he can look into my eyes. I guess he's trying to read my eyes, like I did to his. "You still feel all right?"
I nod and he tickles my chin. "I don't feel any pain in my head anymore... "
"Good."
We stand in silence because we can't find anything else to say. He keeps his hands on my face, and then he leans over and kisses me on he cheek. He rests his head on my forehead and whispers, "I've been waiting all night to do that... To make sure that last night wasn't just a dream." he kisses me again, this time on my lips and then in a normal voice says, "Well, I should go... Since I'm sure you and Lita," he stops and gives the closed door a meaningful glance. "have a lot to gossip about." He stops and looks around the hall. "I'll see you after the show, tonight. Goodbye Molly."
"Goodbye Christian."
I watch him leave down the hallway, and find myself staring at his behind. I really need to stop doing that.
I open my hotel door and -surprise, surprise- I find Lita sitting behind the door with a empty glass in her hand.
"Why do I have a feeling you weren't drinking Pepsi from that cup?" I say grinning.
Lita looks up guiltily at me and then laughs, "Oh well! You caught me! But, you two are so cute together! But, he is right, ya know. He may act all sweet and lovey-dovey to you... But, if he doesn't change the way he acts when it comes to other people... Then it doesn't count and I'm not going to change the way I act towards him."
I nod and shrug, "I know. I'm not going to say something like he'll be good and stuff because I can't speak for him. I don't know how his mind works... I liked to get to know how.. but, for right now, I just don't know."
"I understand Molly, honey. Come on, let's just get ready for Smackdown."
Lita and I got dressed and we drove to the arena. We walk into the arena giggling to each other and people just look at us and smile. Whenever I'm around Lita, I always feel good. She has a very good effect on people.
I look around and realize that Lita is reading tonight's match card and she doesn't look very happy. And then her mouth makes a little 'O'.
"What is it, Lita?" She passes the paper to me and points to the middle match. "Hurricane Helms Vs....." my voice trails off as I realize who he's fighting.
Me.
Lita attempts to put her arm around my shoulder, but I shrug her off. "No... I think I've got to go talk to Shane."
"Are you sure you're up to it?"
"It's now or never Lita." she nods and moves out of my way as she realizes that nothing would stop me anyway. I inhale and start walking to find Shane.
It doesn't take me long. He's talking to Lance Storm. Probably about how more people go to his website then to Lance's. Sigh.
Men.
I walk up to them with my 'game face' on and Lance looks over Shane's shoulder and sees me coming and tells Shane a very quick goodbye.
Shane turns around to see what scared Lance off and his eyes widen when he sees me.
"What do you want?" he says, anger growing in his softly accented voice.
"What the hell do you *think* I want? Not to wish you good luck on you match, obviously!" I start to feel my own anger rising. He tries to touch my shoulder to calm me, I guess. "Don't touch me!" I snap at him.
His big, brown doe eyes look very sad. "Ah'm sorry, Molly. Ah was mad... 'nd ah asked Vince fo' a match when ah was still mad at you. When ah cooled off, ah tried to get it canceled, but Vince said that it would be good fo' us..."
I glare at him and surprise myself with my own fury. "Good! It will be good for us. I'll see you in the ring Hurri-Boy!" I sneer at him and then turn around on my heel and start to walk away to go find Lita.
Once I turn a corner, I put my hands into my face.
What have I done?
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A/N: I don't own the Edgar Allen Poe poem "The Raven" (Sigh. I knew one day that I would have it in one of my ficcys... Weird how it's not a Raven fic, huh? LOL) It's kinda long (to make up for the fact that I hadn't updated this pretty story in awhile.... Sorry!) and that's about it. I'm sorry to anyone that I might have offended. I still own none of these characters. Vince and his peeps do. I am just a nothing. Rock on!
Wow. I think I'm in love!
My broodings are interrupted by a knocking at more door, "...While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door...." I mutter and then curse Raven under my breath.
I stretch my feet and hop out of bed and then waddle over to the door and I look out the peephole.
Oh great. It's a seemingly energetic Lita smiling at me through the hole. What did I ever do to piss God off so much, that He sends me Lita on a sugar rush? Geez. I unlock the door and then get pushed back as Lita barges into the room.
She closes the door and then jumps on me.
"Ow! What the hell?" I yell as her elbow smacks me in the cheek. Lita looks up and smiles at me.
"I'm so happy! My Mollys all grown up!" I blush and mutter, "Shudda up!"
She giggles and get off of me and sits on the edge of the bed and motions for me to sit next to her. "So Mollz" she says as her face contorts to a more serious expression. Well, as serious as you can look while you're bouncing around on a hotel bed... "Me 'nd Jeff went out last night after we heard the news! And we celebrated by going out for coffee...." I roll my eyes and smile. I should have guess, that evil caffeine. "Sooooo, whose the lucky guy?!"
My smile stays plastered on my face. Aw shit. She has *no* idea who I was with last night. Everyone knows how much she hates Christian and how the lack of love was shared by him.
Damn it! Damn! Well, I'm going have to tell her, because if I don't and she hears about it, she'll be pissed off. And, that's not a good thing... It's a *bad* thing.
"Er...Christian?" I say quickly. Lita makes a weird noise and then her face turns different shades of red. I lean behind me and grab a pillow. This way, I have something to defend myself with, if this ends up in a fight.
She starts breathing heavily and I think she's calming down. Or at least trying to calm down.
"Explain. How? Now!" She asks through gritted teeth. See that's a good sign. She hasn't attempted to strangle me...yet...
I blush and look at my feet and softly tell her my story about the totally different Christian then the one we both knew.
Lita sits quietly through my tale. This isn't good. She's way to quiet for someone who was just on a coffee rush.
I sit back down and wait. She closes her eyes and then sighs, "I'm happy for you."
"No, you're not Lita... If you were you'd at least look me in the eyes."
"I am happy for you," Lita sighed deeply. "Truly I am. I...I...I.. I don't know. I'm just all
depressed, that's all."
I look at her and I realize that she looks like she's about to cry. When did this happen?
"I'm happy for you, Molly. But, I just.... I'm being greedy. It's no secret that I don't like Christian. And it's no secret that your my best friend and I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. But, I also know that you have the best intuition when it comes to people. So, if you think Christian is all right... Or at least better, then I guess I won't go out and kick his ass for hurting you last night, like I had planned on. But, I just feel bad that you've found someone who isn't a jerk. And I haven't yet. So I'm just being greedy and self-centered. I should be happy that you've found someone and all I can think about is myself."
It finally dawns on me what she's talking about. Lita has gone on very few dates with guys in her life. Because, she believes that everyone thinks of her as, 'one of the guys,' and so she never really attempted to ask anyone out. Behind her strong, tough, and occasional hyper outside, she's really soft and unsure of herself. Even though it might seem like she's had all the guys on TV, Matt is her big brother and Jeff is her younger brother, and then Jericho was her goofy older brother.
"Awww! Lita!" I squeal and then hug her, "You know perfectly well that there are millions of guys who'd want to go with you! It's silly for you to think such a thought! You're such a good friend to me!"
She sniffles and then giggles, "Molly?"
"Yes, Lita?"
"You're acting like a nerd again!"
"Sorry!" I yell as she starts to tickle me. Which ends into us having a tickle/pillow fight.
After our girly break, Lita and I went out to go get some breakfast. When we came back to the hotel, Christian was waiting by my door.
"Lita" he says laid-back and nodding in her direction.
"Christian" Lita coolly says and then walks into my room and closes the door.
Christian stares at her retracting form and then looks down and inspects his shoes. "Well, I guess Lita's still not very fond of me, huh?" he whispers.
I sigh. "Not really. You know *you* have to regain her trust. Nothing I say or do can make her trust you."
Christian nods. "Yeah. She won't admit to it, but I know she's not as tough as she acts. I know that she's very delicate. Unfortunately I also know that I did a lot of shit to her, and it'll be awhile before she believes anything that comes out of my mouth..."
I reach over and squeeze his shoulder. His eyes flicker up to mine and I look at them. I mean, really look at them. I don't see anything in those gray eyes that even remotely remains me of the old Christian. The old Christian's eyes were full of spite, hatred, jealously, and malice. But, the eyes I'm looking at right now, are screaming anything but that... Right now, all I see is softness and love, and a little bit of pain.
"I..ah... Came over to make sure that you still feel all right..." he stops and puts his fingers under my chin and gently pushes them up so he can look into my eyes. I guess he's trying to read my eyes, like I did to his. "You still feel all right?"
I nod and he tickles my chin. "I don't feel any pain in my head anymore... "
"Good."
We stand in silence because we can't find anything else to say. He keeps his hands on my face, and then he leans over and kisses me on he cheek. He rests his head on my forehead and whispers, "I've been waiting all night to do that... To make sure that last night wasn't just a dream." he kisses me again, this time on my lips and then in a normal voice says, "Well, I should go... Since I'm sure you and Lita," he stops and gives the closed door a meaningful glance. "have a lot to gossip about." He stops and looks around the hall. "I'll see you after the show, tonight. Goodbye Molly."
"Goodbye Christian."
I watch him leave down the hallway, and find myself staring at his behind. I really need to stop doing that.
I open my hotel door and -surprise, surprise- I find Lita sitting behind the door with a empty glass in her hand.
"Why do I have a feeling you weren't drinking Pepsi from that cup?" I say grinning.
Lita looks up guiltily at me and then laughs, "Oh well! You caught me! But, you two are so cute together! But, he is right, ya know. He may act all sweet and lovey-dovey to you... But, if he doesn't change the way he acts when it comes to other people... Then it doesn't count and I'm not going to change the way I act towards him."
I nod and shrug, "I know. I'm not going to say something like he'll be good and stuff because I can't speak for him. I don't know how his mind works... I liked to get to know how.. but, for right now, I just don't know."
"I understand Molly, honey. Come on, let's just get ready for Smackdown."
Lita and I got dressed and we drove to the arena. We walk into the arena giggling to each other and people just look at us and smile. Whenever I'm around Lita, I always feel good. She has a very good effect on people.
I look around and realize that Lita is reading tonight's match card and she doesn't look very happy. And then her mouth makes a little 'O'.
"What is it, Lita?" She passes the paper to me and points to the middle match. "Hurricane Helms Vs....." my voice trails off as I realize who he's fighting.
Me.
Lita attempts to put her arm around my shoulder, but I shrug her off. "No... I think I've got to go talk to Shane."
"Are you sure you're up to it?"
"It's now or never Lita." she nods and moves out of my way as she realizes that nothing would stop me anyway. I inhale and start walking to find Shane.
It doesn't take me long. He's talking to Lance Storm. Probably about how more people go to his website then to Lance's. Sigh.
Men.
I walk up to them with my 'game face' on and Lance looks over Shane's shoulder and sees me coming and tells Shane a very quick goodbye.
Shane turns around to see what scared Lance off and his eyes widen when he sees me.
"What do you want?" he says, anger growing in his softly accented voice.
"What the hell do you *think* I want? Not to wish you good luck on you match, obviously!" I start to feel my own anger rising. He tries to touch my shoulder to calm me, I guess. "Don't touch me!" I snap at him.
His big, brown doe eyes look very sad. "Ah'm sorry, Molly. Ah was mad... 'nd ah asked Vince fo' a match when ah was still mad at you. When ah cooled off, ah tried to get it canceled, but Vince said that it would be good fo' us..."
I glare at him and surprise myself with my own fury. "Good! It will be good for us. I'll see you in the ring Hurri-Boy!" I sneer at him and then turn around on my heel and start to walk away to go find Lita.
Once I turn a corner, I put my hands into my face.
What have I done?
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A/N: I don't own the Edgar Allen Poe poem "The Raven" (Sigh. I knew one day that I would have it in one of my ficcys... Weird how it's not a Raven fic, huh? LOL) It's kinda long (to make up for the fact that I hadn't updated this pretty story in awhile.... Sorry!) and that's about it. I'm sorry to anyone that I might have offended. I still own none of these characters. Vince and his peeps do. I am just a nothing. Rock on!