[FIELD in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT]
Flames were dancing and flickering in the large camp fire the wrestlers made with the large amount of firewood they collected. Its rustling was the only sound. Everyone was already asleep, except for Stone Cold who promised would stand guard for the rest of the night. The divas slept in the bus while the others camped outside.
Angel slowly awoke from her sleep. She moved her head from side to side to look around. "So... I fell asleep here, huh?" she whispered. She rubbed her eyes and noticed they were wet. She smiled. "I cried myself to sleep... too bad it was a REAL nightmare..." she continued. She tried to sit up and noticed something on her stomach; it was Kurt's head. He was in a sitting position with his head on Angel's tummy. She slowly sat up, trying not to wake him up. She caressed the back of his head, smiled, and shed a lone tear. "You sat guard for me while I was sick," she whispered. She held her forehead. It was still hot. "I'm still sick, but..." she gently picked up Kurt's head and lifted it slowly in a sitting position. She grabbed the pillow, puffed it, and placed it just behind Kurt. She slowly lowered him and gently placed his head on the pillow. Angel smiled and leaned back, hitting something soft; it was her backpack. She pulled out her jacket and covered Kurt's body with it. She also pulled out her brown bonnet hat and blanket. She wrapped herself up and sat guard for Angle. She sighed and closed her eyes. Suddenly, someone tapped her back. She was startled and looked back; it was Chris Jericho all wrapped up himself holding two hot cups.
"Hey," he said, sitting down next to Angel. "I guess me and Stoney aren't the only ones awake. Here..." he said, handing Angel the hot cup of cocoa. Angel smiled and held the cup. She took a sip and looked at Kurt sadly.
Chris took notice of how Angel felt and smiled. "Kurt had that look earlier today, too," Jericho said. Angel looked at him and looked at the floor. "Is it a love thing...?" he asked, trying hard not to hurt her feelings.
Angel put the cup down and cupped her hands over her face. "I'm starting to like him..." she whispered. Chris took a sip from his cup and listened eagerly to what Angel had to say. "I heard everything Steph and Kurt were talking about a while ago. And if I read between Stephanie's lines correctly, Triple H isn't the one she loves..." she continued. She began to shiver and water dripped between her fingers. "...It's Kurt..." she cried. Chris put his cup down and hugged Angel, rubbing her back. "I didn't know loving someone could hurt this much..."
Chris grew serious and started to feel empathy. He had this same experience with a couple off-camera before. He closed his eyes and patted Angel on the back. "Now, now... don't cry. Everything's going to be alright," he hushed. "You know what to do to make the best out of this bad situation? Breathe... Live... cherish every moment you share with him, and one day he'll come to you. Trust me..." he advised. He wished he would have given himself this advise long ago, but he was too scared. He didn't want to hurt someone else just to gain what he wants. A few moments later Angel fell asleep in Jericho's arms. She cried herself to sleep... again. He gently picked her up and went to the bus. He placed her beside Dawn and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well, li'l sis..." he whispered. He went out of the bus, picked up his two cups, and went close to the fire to warm up.
Once again, Stone Cold saw everything. "These kids are into some intimate stuff," she said. "Better keep a close watch... we might see some action soon."
-=ยค=-
"WHERE'S ANGEL?!" Kurt yelled, running around very frustratedly. "Damn... someone must've gotten her!!" he yelled. The other wrestlers woke up from all the racket Kurt was making.
Torrie slowly got up and opened the window of the bus. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "What's the racket all about...?"
"The RACKET is all about Angel! When I woke up I was the one sleeping!! The kidnapper must've switched us! Dang!!" he yelled, kicking a small rock. He crossed his arms and looked down.
"What're you talking about? Angel's here with us!" Torrie yelled, moving aside to show him Angel sleeping. Her cheeks were pinkish, and he could see that she was sick.
He ran into the bus as fast as he can and placed his hand on Angel's forehead. "Dang, this is no good..." he whispered. He pulled out the thermometer he was planning to use before, shook it, and placed it in Angel's mouth. He sat down and waited for a few minutes. He held his forehead a bit. "Torrie, how'd she get here?" he asked.
Torrie rolled her eyes and tried to remember. "Well... I did hear someone come in here last night but I didn't bother look since I was too sleepy. Ask Austin; he was standing guard." she continued.
Kurt looked at the floor, puckered, and nodded. After a few minutes he pulled out the thermometer from Angel's mouth. He took a look at it and sighed. "41.9... she's sicker than sick. Guess she isn't use to this kinda life... Who can blame her? It's just her second day." he said, walking towards the door. "Torrie, take care of Angel for a while, alright?"
He went out with a very disappointed look. He marched towards Austin and confronted him. "Yo Austin," he said, tapping Stone Cold's shoulder. "Who walked into that bus with Angel?" he asked.
"Dunno," Austin said. Kurt gave him an angry look. "See here Angle... when on a watch-out, you look there," Austin said pointing to the open field. "...and not here." Austin said now pointing to the bus. Kurt looked down to the ground and felt guilty. "Besides, Kane is in there in the driver seat. Who'd want to try to get to the divas with him at guard?" he asked.
"Yeah... but how'd Angel get in there?" Kurt asked.
Austin sighed, smiled, and held Kurt's shoulder. "I guess lyin' to you won't work, huh?" he said. Kurt's head popped up and turned towards Austin. "Look. Jericho got up and saw Angel switchin' places with you; probably she was returnin' the favor. Jericho came, they talked, she cried, he hugged, she falls asleep, he puts her in bus. That's all there is to it," Austin explained. "Now go play somewhere, I'm gonna help CLB clean up all the mush."
Austin took off, teasing Christian. Kurt stood there, looking at the floor. "So... Jericho, huh?" he thought. He slapped his forehead. "What am I thinking? It's Steph that I love after all..." he told himself as he marched towards Autin and Christian to give them a hand.
Flames were dancing and flickering in the large camp fire the wrestlers made with the large amount of firewood they collected. Its rustling was the only sound. Everyone was already asleep, except for Stone Cold who promised would stand guard for the rest of the night. The divas slept in the bus while the others camped outside.
Angel slowly awoke from her sleep. She moved her head from side to side to look around. "So... I fell asleep here, huh?" she whispered. She rubbed her eyes and noticed they were wet. She smiled. "I cried myself to sleep... too bad it was a REAL nightmare..." she continued. She tried to sit up and noticed something on her stomach; it was Kurt's head. He was in a sitting position with his head on Angel's tummy. She slowly sat up, trying not to wake him up. She caressed the back of his head, smiled, and shed a lone tear. "You sat guard for me while I was sick," she whispered. She held her forehead. It was still hot. "I'm still sick, but..." she gently picked up Kurt's head and lifted it slowly in a sitting position. She grabbed the pillow, puffed it, and placed it just behind Kurt. She slowly lowered him and gently placed his head on the pillow. Angel smiled and leaned back, hitting something soft; it was her backpack. She pulled out her jacket and covered Kurt's body with it. She also pulled out her brown bonnet hat and blanket. She wrapped herself up and sat guard for Angle. She sighed and closed her eyes. Suddenly, someone tapped her back. She was startled and looked back; it was Chris Jericho all wrapped up himself holding two hot cups.
"Hey," he said, sitting down next to Angel. "I guess me and Stoney aren't the only ones awake. Here..." he said, handing Angel the hot cup of cocoa. Angel smiled and held the cup. She took a sip and looked at Kurt sadly.
Chris took notice of how Angel felt and smiled. "Kurt had that look earlier today, too," Jericho said. Angel looked at him and looked at the floor. "Is it a love thing...?" he asked, trying hard not to hurt her feelings.
Angel put the cup down and cupped her hands over her face. "I'm starting to like him..." she whispered. Chris took a sip from his cup and listened eagerly to what Angel had to say. "I heard everything Steph and Kurt were talking about a while ago. And if I read between Stephanie's lines correctly, Triple H isn't the one she loves..." she continued. She began to shiver and water dripped between her fingers. "...It's Kurt..." she cried. Chris put his cup down and hugged Angel, rubbing her back. "I didn't know loving someone could hurt this much..."
Chris grew serious and started to feel empathy. He had this same experience with a couple off-camera before. He closed his eyes and patted Angel on the back. "Now, now... don't cry. Everything's going to be alright," he hushed. "You know what to do to make the best out of this bad situation? Breathe... Live... cherish every moment you share with him, and one day he'll come to you. Trust me..." he advised. He wished he would have given himself this advise long ago, but he was too scared. He didn't want to hurt someone else just to gain what he wants. A few moments later Angel fell asleep in Jericho's arms. She cried herself to sleep... again. He gently picked her up and went to the bus. He placed her beside Dawn and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well, li'l sis..." he whispered. He went out of the bus, picked up his two cups, and went close to the fire to warm up.
Once again, Stone Cold saw everything. "These kids are into some intimate stuff," she said. "Better keep a close watch... we might see some action soon."
-=ยค=-
"WHERE'S ANGEL?!" Kurt yelled, running around very frustratedly. "Damn... someone must've gotten her!!" he yelled. The other wrestlers woke up from all the racket Kurt was making.
Torrie slowly got up and opened the window of the bus. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "What's the racket all about...?"
"The RACKET is all about Angel! When I woke up I was the one sleeping!! The kidnapper must've switched us! Dang!!" he yelled, kicking a small rock. He crossed his arms and looked down.
"What're you talking about? Angel's here with us!" Torrie yelled, moving aside to show him Angel sleeping. Her cheeks were pinkish, and he could see that she was sick.
He ran into the bus as fast as he can and placed his hand on Angel's forehead. "Dang, this is no good..." he whispered. He pulled out the thermometer he was planning to use before, shook it, and placed it in Angel's mouth. He sat down and waited for a few minutes. He held his forehead a bit. "Torrie, how'd she get here?" he asked.
Torrie rolled her eyes and tried to remember. "Well... I did hear someone come in here last night but I didn't bother look since I was too sleepy. Ask Austin; he was standing guard." she continued.
Kurt looked at the floor, puckered, and nodded. After a few minutes he pulled out the thermometer from Angel's mouth. He took a look at it and sighed. "41.9... she's sicker than sick. Guess she isn't use to this kinda life... Who can blame her? It's just her second day." he said, walking towards the door. "Torrie, take care of Angel for a while, alright?"
He went out with a very disappointed look. He marched towards Austin and confronted him. "Yo Austin," he said, tapping Stone Cold's shoulder. "Who walked into that bus with Angel?" he asked.
"Dunno," Austin said. Kurt gave him an angry look. "See here Angle... when on a watch-out, you look there," Austin said pointing to the open field. "...and not here." Austin said now pointing to the bus. Kurt looked down to the ground and felt guilty. "Besides, Kane is in there in the driver seat. Who'd want to try to get to the divas with him at guard?" he asked.
"Yeah... but how'd Angel get in there?" Kurt asked.
Austin sighed, smiled, and held Kurt's shoulder. "I guess lyin' to you won't work, huh?" he said. Kurt's head popped up and turned towards Austin. "Look. Jericho got up and saw Angel switchin' places with you; probably she was returnin' the favor. Jericho came, they talked, she cried, he hugged, she falls asleep, he puts her in bus. That's all there is to it," Austin explained. "Now go play somewhere, I'm gonna help CLB clean up all the mush."
Austin took off, teasing Christian. Kurt stood there, looking at the floor. "So... Jericho, huh?" he thought. He slapped his forehead. "What am I thinking? It's Steph that I love after all..." he told himself as he marched towards Autin and Christian to give them a hand.