Wow. I mean, shake-a-doo. I was honestly not expecting such wonderful reviews for last chapter, but y'all have lifted my spirits. I just feel like this story has grown totally out of my control now and I have to just let my beloved characters do what they want. (It's so hard to let 'em go when they grow up. :sniff:) Seriously, this story has been such an outlet. (It doesn't help that the absolute WORST day of the year is tomorrow.) Anyway, let's see how everyone's doing. I'm kinda curious where this is going, myself.
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Lita closed the hotel door behind her, the first genuine smile she'd felt in a long time playing across her lips. Hope had found its way home to her. Something about Kane, something about the childlike naivete he hid had brought her own innocent optimism back. Things looked bad now, but they'd been much, much worse. And though they might get bad again, they were sure to get better, too. Tomorrow morning she'd call Rob, or better yet, arrange a surprise visit back to Battle Creek, and they'd work all this out. On Sunday, Spike would win the World Heavyweight Title, Evolution would be so ashamed they'd never show their faces again, and they'd all live happily-ever-after.
Lita fell into bed and was fast asleep.
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The alarm clock shrieked in her ear at 6:30. Lita swatted at the snooze button absentmindedly and turned over back to sleep.
6:35. Alarm. Snooze.
After about the fourth alarm, Lita rolled out of bed and stared in disbelief at the clock. A ten-minute drive to the airport, finding the gate, getting through security, waiting to board, checking out of the hotel...
"I have 15 minutes to get ready!" she thought.
She grabbed all of her clothes out of the drawers, throwing everything, both clean and dirty, into her suitcase. She'd just have to wash all of it when she got home.
Leaving the lights turned off, she fumbled in the dim light for some aspirin, crunching on the pain pills so that they'd take effect faster.
"God help me if I ever decide to become a professional alcoholic," she mumbled. "It's painful enough as an ameteur."
She stripped down and jumped into the shower, accomplishing a feat that would impress even the most adept ambidextric, by brushing her teeth and shampooing her hair at the same time.
An exact 14 minutes and 37 seconds later she burst into the hotel lobby dragging her luggage behind her. "Okay guys, sorry I cut it so close there, but..." They weren't even looking at her. ECW was broken into two sides in an apparent stand-off. On one side were all three Dudleys, Stevie, Justin, Lance, and Dawn Marie. One the other was Kane, Rey, Tommy, Francine, Raven, and Beulah.
"Do I want to know?" Lita asked timidly. Thirteen heads turned in her direction. All were angry, but half of it was directed at her.
"There's been a simple misunderstanding," Kane stated quietly.
"What's there to misunderstand?" Spike burst out. "I saw you two!"
"You're jumping to conclusions," Raven bit back at them.
"Oh, right, you're just gonna trust whatever Kane says. Well Rob's my friend, and I think he has a right to know what's going on," Bubba argued.
"What exactly is going on?" Lita begged.
Dawn glared at her. "Oh, you're so innocent, aren't you...As if you had no idea what we're talking about."
"I'd have an idea if someone would please tell me." Lita felt tears threatening. Why were her friends fighting? Why were some of them so angry at her? "Please, tell me. What's going on?"
Lance wouldn't look at her. Dawn continued to glare. Justin would glance up every once in a while and only shake his head. Bubba looked confused, D-von looked angry, and Spike looked bitterly hurt. Stevie had retreated off a little, staying as far away from the battle as possible.
"Tell me," Lita begged again.
"Spike saw you and Kane last night," Justin stated flatly.
"So? I don't understand. Is hanging out at the bar a federal offense now?"
"Li," Spike cut her off. "I, I saw the kiss. What's going on?"
Her head seemed to be exploding. Why did everything have to all go wrong at once? Why did it happen like this? "It's not how it looks," she tried to explain, and the words sounded weak even to her.
"Then how is it?" D-von asked.
"Not how it looks," she stammered in a whisper, and then, more to herself, "God I can't handle this right now. F*ck it."
Lita picked up her bags and headed for the door. "Y'all can work this out how you like. Have a freaking brawl in the hotel lobby for all I care. I'm tired of being your mother."
Kane caught up to her as she passed the concierge. "Don't do this Li. Don't walk out. Where will you go?"
"I'm going home," she stated, and stepped outside.
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So, not the happiest chapter (nor the longest) but I promise things will look up. I'm actually about to start work on the next chapter right now. Oh, and the term "shake-a-doo" is from a wonderful little movie called "Win a Date With Tad Hamilton!" I watched it solely for my obsession with Topher Grace, but I liked the movie for itself.
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Lita closed the hotel door behind her, the first genuine smile she'd felt in a long time playing across her lips. Hope had found its way home to her. Something about Kane, something about the childlike naivete he hid had brought her own innocent optimism back. Things looked bad now, but they'd been much, much worse. And though they might get bad again, they were sure to get better, too. Tomorrow morning she'd call Rob, or better yet, arrange a surprise visit back to Battle Creek, and they'd work all this out. On Sunday, Spike would win the World Heavyweight Title, Evolution would be so ashamed they'd never show their faces again, and they'd all live happily-ever-after.
Lita fell into bed and was fast asleep.
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The alarm clock shrieked in her ear at 6:30. Lita swatted at the snooze button absentmindedly and turned over back to sleep.
6:35. Alarm. Snooze.
After about the fourth alarm, Lita rolled out of bed and stared in disbelief at the clock. A ten-minute drive to the airport, finding the gate, getting through security, waiting to board, checking out of the hotel...
"I have 15 minutes to get ready!" she thought.
She grabbed all of her clothes out of the drawers, throwing everything, both clean and dirty, into her suitcase. She'd just have to wash all of it when she got home.
Leaving the lights turned off, she fumbled in the dim light for some aspirin, crunching on the pain pills so that they'd take effect faster.
"God help me if I ever decide to become a professional alcoholic," she mumbled. "It's painful enough as an ameteur."
She stripped down and jumped into the shower, accomplishing a feat that would impress even the most adept ambidextric, by brushing her teeth and shampooing her hair at the same time.
An exact 14 minutes and 37 seconds later she burst into the hotel lobby dragging her luggage behind her. "Okay guys, sorry I cut it so close there, but..." They weren't even looking at her. ECW was broken into two sides in an apparent stand-off. On one side were all three Dudleys, Stevie, Justin, Lance, and Dawn Marie. One the other was Kane, Rey, Tommy, Francine, Raven, and Beulah.
"Do I want to know?" Lita asked timidly. Thirteen heads turned in her direction. All were angry, but half of it was directed at her.
"There's been a simple misunderstanding," Kane stated quietly.
"What's there to misunderstand?" Spike burst out. "I saw you two!"
"You're jumping to conclusions," Raven bit back at them.
"Oh, right, you're just gonna trust whatever Kane says. Well Rob's my friend, and I think he has a right to know what's going on," Bubba argued.
"What exactly is going on?" Lita begged.
Dawn glared at her. "Oh, you're so innocent, aren't you...As if you had no idea what we're talking about."
"I'd have an idea if someone would please tell me." Lita felt tears threatening. Why were her friends fighting? Why were some of them so angry at her? "Please, tell me. What's going on?"
Lance wouldn't look at her. Dawn continued to glare. Justin would glance up every once in a while and only shake his head. Bubba looked confused, D-von looked angry, and Spike looked bitterly hurt. Stevie had retreated off a little, staying as far away from the battle as possible.
"Tell me," Lita begged again.
"Spike saw you and Kane last night," Justin stated flatly.
"So? I don't understand. Is hanging out at the bar a federal offense now?"
"Li," Spike cut her off. "I, I saw the kiss. What's going on?"
Her head seemed to be exploding. Why did everything have to all go wrong at once? Why did it happen like this? "It's not how it looks," she tried to explain, and the words sounded weak even to her.
"Then how is it?" D-von asked.
"Not how it looks," she stammered in a whisper, and then, more to herself, "God I can't handle this right now. F*ck it."
Lita picked up her bags and headed for the door. "Y'all can work this out how you like. Have a freaking brawl in the hotel lobby for all I care. I'm tired of being your mother."
Kane caught up to her as she passed the concierge. "Don't do this Li. Don't walk out. Where will you go?"
"I'm going home," she stated, and stepped outside.
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So, not the happiest chapter (nor the longest) but I promise things will look up. I'm actually about to start work on the next chapter right now. Oh, and the term "shake-a-doo" is from a wonderful little movie called "Win a Date With Tad Hamilton!" I watched it solely for my obsession with Topher Grace, but I liked the movie for itself.