A/N: This is gonna sound funny, but I was a little hurt by someone's
comment about Casey. About how she's to trampy for Jeff. Why is that you
think that? And the only reason I say I was a little hurt by it is because
Casey is who I am. I mean, sure, all of the characters I make up have a
bit of me in them, but Casey is me through and through with my personality.
She's how I am and how I would be in certain situations. And I'm not
trampy. Not even close. I mean go ahead and voice your opinion about her,
the story, whatever, but can you give a reason why you think those things?
I mean if they're kind of a negative thing? Cause I don't see how she's
being trampy. Bitchy yes, trampy no. lol That's really all I wanted to
say. AND........BEGIN!
**********
"Shane, if we're not dating, then what are we?" I asked running my hand over his chest as we laid in bed together.
"Um, friends with benefits?" he asked.
"Hmmm, I like it," I laughed. He yawned, hardly getting any sleep the nite before. "Tired?"
"Well, yeah! Aren't you?" he asked.
"Not really. But then again, I am a young girl. And you're an old man," I joked.
"Mmm, funny. So, so, funny," he smiled sarcastically. "I don't want to go to work tonite."
"Oh, and see, I do. Cause I finally win a fuckin belt!" I exclaimed rolling out of the bed, pulling the sheet with me.
"Yeah, the hardcore one," he sighed propping himself up on his elbow.
"So? What's wrong with that? Hardcore matches are my specialty," I said walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.
"Well, 9 times out of 10, you injury yourself in some way during hardcore matches," he said.
"They're a risk. A risk I'm willing to take. I'm used to it. The pain in these matches isn't anything I haven't felt before," I said brushing my teeth.
"Still, they worry me. Hell, they worry all of us. You're sometimes too careless with your wrestling. It's like Jeff has possessed your body or something," he joked.
"Hey!" I snapped. "We decided to never speak of him again!"
"Oh Jesus Case, I thought that was just a fuckin joke!" he said pulling on a pair of shorts.
"No, it wasn't a joke," I said. I walked back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, and jumping into the shower.
**********
"You got really banged up this time Case," Nick said applying ointment to my cuts.
"Ouch," I cried out as he rubbed the cotton on my shoulder. "I know, I don't even know how half this shit happened."
"Hardcore match, were ya there?" he laughed sarcastically.
"Nick, shut up and just fix me," I growled.
"Get someone to take you to the hospital. This one on your back is too deep. You need regular stitches," Nick said handing me my blue fishnet top.
"Are you fuckin serious?!" I exclaimed.
"Very," he nodded. "Look, after this belt run, I'd seriously suggest that you give up hardcore matches for awhile. You're going to get seriously hurt one of these days. These hardcore matches limit your wrestling years, and with the way you're going, you've got ONE year left."
"Thanks for the surgeon warning, Nick, but I've got a lot more wrestling years left in this body," I said sliding off the bed. I cringed as my feet hit the floor.
"Casey, please, just lay off them for awhile after this. You're too talented to be retiring at 24," he said watching me limp out of the room.
"Casey, you alright?" Andrew asked slipping his arm out around Stacy's waist when he saw me limping down the hall.
"Yeah, fine," I cringed continuing to walk by.
"Do you need help?" Stacy asked.
"No, I'm gonna go grab my stuff and get someone to take me to the hospital," I smiled weakly at her. "Have a good match tonite Drew."
"Thanks. Get better," he smiled at me.
"Trish," I whined sitting on the bench.
"What?" she called with a laugh from the showers.
"Are you done for the nite?" I asked.
"No, why? Did you kill yourself at another hardcore match?" she laughed.
"Um, yeah," I replied rolling my eyes.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed flying out of the showers with a white fluffy towel wrapped around her. "Are you okay?! I was just kidding."
"It's nothing serious," I laughed turning around. "Just a deep cut on my back that needs stitches."
"Oh Jesus Case, don't scare me like that," she smiled walking back in to finish her shower.
"Sorry," I called after her.
"Isn't Shane done for the nite?" she called to me.
"Yeah, but he left for the next town already," I replied throwing my stuff in my bag, wincing with pain every once in awhile.
"Without YOU?!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, we're having a fight right now," I sighed.
"About what?" she asked walking out. "I mean, aren't you two a couple again?"
"Oh God no!" I laughed. "We're as he put it last Tuesday morning, friends with benefits."
"Oh," she said. "So what are you fighting about?"
"Him," I growled.
"God?"
"No, HIM!"
"Casey, you got to be more specific, there are a lot of HIMs," she said crossing her arms.
"Jeff," I said zipping up my duffle bag.
"Oh, I see," she nodded. "Well, you should go find someone to get you to the hospital. That cut is starting to bleed again."
"Damn it! See ya Trish," I smiled grabbing my stuff and walking out of the room. "ADAM!" I waved him down before he could leave the building.
"What's up kiddo?" he asked.
"I need someone to take me to the hospital to get stitches," I said. "Can you do it?"
"No can do. I'm on my way home to Alanah. Sorry," he smiled leaning down to kiss my cheek. He left and I let out a sigh.
"Problems?" Paul asked making himself a cup of coffee.
"Yes. I have no one to take me to get stitches," I sighed leaning carefully against the table.
"I'd do it, but I have a championship match next. Sorry," he smiled.
"Ah, that's okay. With my luck, you'd swerve us off the road anyways just to get me back for some prank I have pulled on you yet," I smiled walking away.
"Looking for someone?" Rey asked stretching in the middle of the hall.
"Yeah, do you know if Shannon's left yet?" I asked.
"Um, don't think so. I think he's in the shower, why chica?" he asked. I just turned around and pointed to my wound. "Ah, well, he should be out any minute. He had a match on Heat so he's done for the nite."
"Thanks!" I exclaimed walking off quickly to the men's locker room.
"CASEY!!" Kurt cried out grabbing his Intercontinental championship belt to hold in front of him.
"Oops, sorry Kurt," I bit on my lip. "Shannon!"
"Yeah?" he asked wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Can you take me to get stitches?" I asked.
"You need to get yourself a car," he laughed.
"Yeah, I know, but usually I'm with Shane and don't have to. We're just fighting right now," I sighed.
"Yeah, just give me 5 minutes. We have to wait for Sean and John though," he said.
"They're done, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, we're done," Sean smiled at me. "Sorry about your loss."
"You win some, you lose some," I smiled with a shrug.
"Casey! Did you do this!?" John cried walking into the room carrying a pair of underwear with him.
"Do what?" I asked looking up at him.
"Take my underwear and hang them on the antenna of the rental," he smirked sarcastically.
"No, I swear that wasn't my doing. Not my style," I smiled.
"Sounds like Irvine if you ask me," Shannon said pulling his hair into a smooth ponytail.
"Damn it! I knew he'd get me back for putting salt in his coffee instead of sugar," John said shoving his tighty whities in his bag.
***************
"Add another scar to the list?" Shane smiled as I walked into the living room, coming back from getting my stitches removed.
"Yep, looks that way," I smiled flopping down on the couch next to him. "What are we watching?"
"Mallrats," he replied as I rested my head in his lap. "What took you so long?"
"I went and saw Amy," I replied.
"Ah, how is she and little Nichole?"
"They're great."
"That's good."
"Shane."
"Yeah?"
"I don't want us to be friends with benefits anymore."
"Huh?"
"I don't want to have sex with you anymore. Not like that. It's just not, not what I'm really about. To tell ya the truth, I kinda feel, blah."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry."
"Nah, don't be. I knew it wouldn't last forever. It's okay. I understand."
"I still love you though," I smiled making puppy dog eyes at him.
"Of course you do," he replied smugly. I slapped his chest and glared at him.
"You're a jerk."
"Yeah, uh-huh."
"And you like to be don't you?!"
"Yeah, uh-huh."
"I don't think I love you anymore."
"Shh, watching Mallrats," he smiled.
"Ass."
"Bitch."
"Dork."
"Brat."
"Comic book nerd!"
"Yes I am, and I'm proud of it."
I laughed and got up, walking up to my room. I shut the door behind me and flopped down on my bed. I turned over on my side with a yawn and stared at the gift card that came with my boots. I picked it up and read it over. I glanced at my phone and bit on my lip. I grabbed it and dialed his number. Hoping he wouldn't be home.
"Hello?" I gasped at the answer. I wasn't sure what to do. "Hello?!" he repeated.
"Hi, Jeff," I spoke softly.
"Casey?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Why?"
"I don't know, ask my parents. What kind of a dumb question is that?!"
"No, I meant, why are you calling me."
"Oh, um, well, ya see, I haven't figured that one out yet," I replied.
"You haven't figured out why you called me?" he laughed.
"Um, no," I said.
"Okay.........."
"Alright, so I do know why I called."
"Okay, I'd love to hear this. Why?"
"Well, I was reading over the gift card. And I wanted to call you and ask what your proposition was."
"Are you seriously interested in what it is?"
"Is? You mean it's not past tense yet?!"
"Oh no, it's definitely not past tense yet."
"Well, yeah, I want to know. I'm really interested in what it could be."
"Alright, good," he replied and I knew he was smiling.
**********
"Shane, if we're not dating, then what are we?" I asked running my hand over his chest as we laid in bed together.
"Um, friends with benefits?" he asked.
"Hmmm, I like it," I laughed. He yawned, hardly getting any sleep the nite before. "Tired?"
"Well, yeah! Aren't you?" he asked.
"Not really. But then again, I am a young girl. And you're an old man," I joked.
"Mmm, funny. So, so, funny," he smiled sarcastically. "I don't want to go to work tonite."
"Oh, and see, I do. Cause I finally win a fuckin belt!" I exclaimed rolling out of the bed, pulling the sheet with me.
"Yeah, the hardcore one," he sighed propping himself up on his elbow.
"So? What's wrong with that? Hardcore matches are my specialty," I said walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.
"Well, 9 times out of 10, you injury yourself in some way during hardcore matches," he said.
"They're a risk. A risk I'm willing to take. I'm used to it. The pain in these matches isn't anything I haven't felt before," I said brushing my teeth.
"Still, they worry me. Hell, they worry all of us. You're sometimes too careless with your wrestling. It's like Jeff has possessed your body or something," he joked.
"Hey!" I snapped. "We decided to never speak of him again!"
"Oh Jesus Case, I thought that was just a fuckin joke!" he said pulling on a pair of shorts.
"No, it wasn't a joke," I said. I walked back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, and jumping into the shower.
**********
"You got really banged up this time Case," Nick said applying ointment to my cuts.
"Ouch," I cried out as he rubbed the cotton on my shoulder. "I know, I don't even know how half this shit happened."
"Hardcore match, were ya there?" he laughed sarcastically.
"Nick, shut up and just fix me," I growled.
"Get someone to take you to the hospital. This one on your back is too deep. You need regular stitches," Nick said handing me my blue fishnet top.
"Are you fuckin serious?!" I exclaimed.
"Very," he nodded. "Look, after this belt run, I'd seriously suggest that you give up hardcore matches for awhile. You're going to get seriously hurt one of these days. These hardcore matches limit your wrestling years, and with the way you're going, you've got ONE year left."
"Thanks for the surgeon warning, Nick, but I've got a lot more wrestling years left in this body," I said sliding off the bed. I cringed as my feet hit the floor.
"Casey, please, just lay off them for awhile after this. You're too talented to be retiring at 24," he said watching me limp out of the room.
"Casey, you alright?" Andrew asked slipping his arm out around Stacy's waist when he saw me limping down the hall.
"Yeah, fine," I cringed continuing to walk by.
"Do you need help?" Stacy asked.
"No, I'm gonna go grab my stuff and get someone to take me to the hospital," I smiled weakly at her. "Have a good match tonite Drew."
"Thanks. Get better," he smiled at me.
"Trish," I whined sitting on the bench.
"What?" she called with a laugh from the showers.
"Are you done for the nite?" I asked.
"No, why? Did you kill yourself at another hardcore match?" she laughed.
"Um, yeah," I replied rolling my eyes.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed flying out of the showers with a white fluffy towel wrapped around her. "Are you okay?! I was just kidding."
"It's nothing serious," I laughed turning around. "Just a deep cut on my back that needs stitches."
"Oh Jesus Case, don't scare me like that," she smiled walking back in to finish her shower.
"Sorry," I called after her.
"Isn't Shane done for the nite?" she called to me.
"Yeah, but he left for the next town already," I replied throwing my stuff in my bag, wincing with pain every once in awhile.
"Without YOU?!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, we're having a fight right now," I sighed.
"About what?" she asked walking out. "I mean, aren't you two a couple again?"
"Oh God no!" I laughed. "We're as he put it last Tuesday morning, friends with benefits."
"Oh," she said. "So what are you fighting about?"
"Him," I growled.
"God?"
"No, HIM!"
"Casey, you got to be more specific, there are a lot of HIMs," she said crossing her arms.
"Jeff," I said zipping up my duffle bag.
"Oh, I see," she nodded. "Well, you should go find someone to get you to the hospital. That cut is starting to bleed again."
"Damn it! See ya Trish," I smiled grabbing my stuff and walking out of the room. "ADAM!" I waved him down before he could leave the building.
"What's up kiddo?" he asked.
"I need someone to take me to the hospital to get stitches," I said. "Can you do it?"
"No can do. I'm on my way home to Alanah. Sorry," he smiled leaning down to kiss my cheek. He left and I let out a sigh.
"Problems?" Paul asked making himself a cup of coffee.
"Yes. I have no one to take me to get stitches," I sighed leaning carefully against the table.
"I'd do it, but I have a championship match next. Sorry," he smiled.
"Ah, that's okay. With my luck, you'd swerve us off the road anyways just to get me back for some prank I have pulled on you yet," I smiled walking away.
"Looking for someone?" Rey asked stretching in the middle of the hall.
"Yeah, do you know if Shannon's left yet?" I asked.
"Um, don't think so. I think he's in the shower, why chica?" he asked. I just turned around and pointed to my wound. "Ah, well, he should be out any minute. He had a match on Heat so he's done for the nite."
"Thanks!" I exclaimed walking off quickly to the men's locker room.
"CASEY!!" Kurt cried out grabbing his Intercontinental championship belt to hold in front of him.
"Oops, sorry Kurt," I bit on my lip. "Shannon!"
"Yeah?" he asked wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Can you take me to get stitches?" I asked.
"You need to get yourself a car," he laughed.
"Yeah, I know, but usually I'm with Shane and don't have to. We're just fighting right now," I sighed.
"Yeah, just give me 5 minutes. We have to wait for Sean and John though," he said.
"They're done, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, we're done," Sean smiled at me. "Sorry about your loss."
"You win some, you lose some," I smiled with a shrug.
"Casey! Did you do this!?" John cried walking into the room carrying a pair of underwear with him.
"Do what?" I asked looking up at him.
"Take my underwear and hang them on the antenna of the rental," he smirked sarcastically.
"No, I swear that wasn't my doing. Not my style," I smiled.
"Sounds like Irvine if you ask me," Shannon said pulling his hair into a smooth ponytail.
"Damn it! I knew he'd get me back for putting salt in his coffee instead of sugar," John said shoving his tighty whities in his bag.
***************
"Add another scar to the list?" Shane smiled as I walked into the living room, coming back from getting my stitches removed.
"Yep, looks that way," I smiled flopping down on the couch next to him. "What are we watching?"
"Mallrats," he replied as I rested my head in his lap. "What took you so long?"
"I went and saw Amy," I replied.
"Ah, how is she and little Nichole?"
"They're great."
"That's good."
"Shane."
"Yeah?"
"I don't want us to be friends with benefits anymore."
"Huh?"
"I don't want to have sex with you anymore. Not like that. It's just not, not what I'm really about. To tell ya the truth, I kinda feel, blah."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry."
"Nah, don't be. I knew it wouldn't last forever. It's okay. I understand."
"I still love you though," I smiled making puppy dog eyes at him.
"Of course you do," he replied smugly. I slapped his chest and glared at him.
"You're a jerk."
"Yeah, uh-huh."
"And you like to be don't you?!"
"Yeah, uh-huh."
"I don't think I love you anymore."
"Shh, watching Mallrats," he smiled.
"Ass."
"Bitch."
"Dork."
"Brat."
"Comic book nerd!"
"Yes I am, and I'm proud of it."
I laughed and got up, walking up to my room. I shut the door behind me and flopped down on my bed. I turned over on my side with a yawn and stared at the gift card that came with my boots. I picked it up and read it over. I glanced at my phone and bit on my lip. I grabbed it and dialed his number. Hoping he wouldn't be home.
"Hello?" I gasped at the answer. I wasn't sure what to do. "Hello?!" he repeated.
"Hi, Jeff," I spoke softly.
"Casey?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Why?"
"I don't know, ask my parents. What kind of a dumb question is that?!"
"No, I meant, why are you calling me."
"Oh, um, well, ya see, I haven't figured that one out yet," I replied.
"You haven't figured out why you called me?" he laughed.
"Um, no," I said.
"Okay.........."
"Alright, so I do know why I called."
"Okay, I'd love to hear this. Why?"
"Well, I was reading over the gift card. And I wanted to call you and ask what your proposition was."
"Are you seriously interested in what it is?"
"Is? You mean it's not past tense yet?!"
"Oh no, it's definitely not past tense yet."
"Well, yeah, I want to know. I'm really interested in what it could be."
"Alright, good," he replied and I knew he was smiling.
