A/N: I couldn't pick a name for this story... So, it kinda looks like the titles to old Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons. Those were always funny ^_^ The general premise of this fic, I think, has been used before. And I really, really liked it. If your the author to that story, and you wanna get pissed of at me, email me and I'll get rid of it. If your the author of the fic and read this and like it, or have no opinion, email me anyway.... Your story was really good. That's about it. Please... no one sue me. I really have no life, which means I have no job, which means you'd get nothing of value from me. 'cept my small collection of Molly/Raven things. ^_____^ The song is the Goo Goo Dolls 'Name' (whom, I finally got to see live, and kicked MAJOR and COLLECTIVE ass!!! Johnny Rzeznik is God. Muh Polish God ^_^ ) Rock on!!!
"Superhero's Aren't The Only One's Who Can Fly"
or
"Birds can fly, too"
-_-_- And scars are souveniers you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star? -_-_-
Molly, oh Molly. I've been watching you from afar. Like always. I haven't talked to you since that night I lost her forever. I lost her to a Dudley.
Even worst, the ugliest, smallest Dudley, Spike. I told her my true feelings. The feelings I've held onto for so many years. The feelings she did not share with me.
It was night. It's always night. And I got her alone in a dark, secluded corner of a nameless bar.
We sat in a booth and talked. For once I found my intelligential soulmate.
Perhaps it was the drink or two that had loosened her tongue. Or maybe she was warming up to me. Whichever. I hope more for the last one though. She let it slip that she used to watch my matches back in the day. In WCW. I admitted that I watched her too.
She shook her head. I asked what is it, my sweet Molly?
I don't love you anymore, Raven. I don't want to lead you on, to think I still do. I still have feelings for you, but they're not like when I was 20. That was a crush, and nothing more. I've grown up since then. No one may believe it --
I stop her with a finger to her luscious, full ruby lips.
No, I say nodding my head, I know you have. You're family doesn't, but I know. I've watched you grow. I know.
Her eyes watered and she said;
I love Spike Dudley now. I'm so sorry Raven.
But, I knew she wasn't really sorry, because she doesn't really love him.
She's leading me on my leash again like a good little puppy.
I don't mind. I'll play her game.
Hell, I -am- playing her game.
I even allowed Shane Helms into our little game.
I once saved his best friend, Jeff Hardy from being attacked by the Big Show. He owed me.
The Hurricane, as he likes to be called now, is being paid handsomely for capturing and brainwashing my sweet Molly into seeing the light.
Because, superheros aren't the only creatures who can fly...
"Superhero's Aren't The Only One's Who Can Fly"
or
"Birds can fly, too"
-_-_- And scars are souveniers you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star? -_-_-
Molly, oh Molly. I've been watching you from afar. Like always. I haven't talked to you since that night I lost her forever. I lost her to a Dudley.
Even worst, the ugliest, smallest Dudley, Spike. I told her my true feelings. The feelings I've held onto for so many years. The feelings she did not share with me.
It was night. It's always night. And I got her alone in a dark, secluded corner of a nameless bar.
We sat in a booth and talked. For once I found my intelligential soulmate.
Perhaps it was the drink or two that had loosened her tongue. Or maybe she was warming up to me. Whichever. I hope more for the last one though. She let it slip that she used to watch my matches back in the day. In WCW. I admitted that I watched her too.
She shook her head. I asked what is it, my sweet Molly?
I don't love you anymore, Raven. I don't want to lead you on, to think I still do. I still have feelings for you, but they're not like when I was 20. That was a crush, and nothing more. I've grown up since then. No one may believe it --
I stop her with a finger to her luscious, full ruby lips.
No, I say nodding my head, I know you have. You're family doesn't, but I know. I've watched you grow. I know.
Her eyes watered and she said;
I love Spike Dudley now. I'm so sorry Raven.
But, I knew she wasn't really sorry, because she doesn't really love him.
She's leading me on my leash again like a good little puppy.
I don't mind. I'll play her game.
Hell, I -am- playing her game.
I even allowed Shane Helms into our little game.
I once saved his best friend, Jeff Hardy from being attacked by the Big Show. He owed me.
The Hurricane, as he likes to be called now, is being paid handsomely for capturing and brainwashing my sweet Molly into seeing the light.
Because, superheros aren't the only creatures who can fly...