TITLE: False Appearances.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13.
CONTENT: A few swear words, a little betrayal, a touch of violence.. things that make a good fic!
SUMMARY: When everything they say are lies, and nothing is as it seems.. Jeff, Trish, Lita + many more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Reviews make me very happy. 'Nuff said. ^_^
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Lita sat quietly on the hallway floor, he back leaning against the cold concrete wall. She watched as camera crew and other technicians stepped past her, making their way around the arena. Some superstars walked past her every now and again, although none bothered to stop and speak to her. Christian had given her a look that resembled something like pity, and it seemed for a second that he was going to stop and talk to her. Lita merely bowed her head, erasing any eye contact she had with the blonde canadian. Then she was left alone again.
Bringing her knees up to her chest, Lita wrapped her arms around them, hugging herself tightly. That conversation with Trish had made her feel awful. Her heart was pounding, her knees were shaking, her stomach was twisting, her palms were sweating -- the last time she had felt that kind of sickness was the first time her and Jeff had kissed. And that was a good kind of sickness. Lita sighed as her hair fell forward, curtaining her face from the people that walked by. It had been a long time since she had felt that good kind of sickness. Lately it had all been the bad kind.
Trish was right. It was hard seeing her and Jeff together like that. And so suddenly! Two months! Two months! It had only been two months... Lita found that she could barely look at another guy, while Jeff was able to start a brand new relationship? That was what hurt her the most. Not that he was moving on. Nor that he was doing it with Trish. It was just the fact that he was doing it all so soon. Lita felt the hot tears stinging at her eyes. Didn't their relationship mean anything to him? If it meant half as much to him as it did to her, he wouldn't be able to just move on so quickly.
Reaching up to her face, she wiped away her tears with her palm. She sniffled slightly, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. She didn't want to talk about it, nor did she want to hear anyone's advice. She just wanted to be alone...
"Hey."
Oh, great.
Lita looked up slowly, brushing her red hair out of her eyes as she looked up at the figure standing in front of her. "Hey." She replied, hoping to God that she didn't look like she'd been crying.
Jeff Hardy chewed on his lip before moving beside her, and sliding down to the floor. He stuck his legs out in front of him as he turned to Lita. "What are you doing sitting down here?"
She shrugged, playing with her fingernails and avoiding any eye contact with him. "Oh, you know. Just taking a break." She took a deep breath in. "Grabbing some alone time." Lita hoped Jeff would get the message and just go away.
"Yeah, I get like that too sometimes."
Lita nodded. "It's good to just get away from everyone once in a while, and just sit by yourself."
The red and purple haired man nodded back, watching as Shawn Micheals and Kevin Nash stepped over his legs and continued on their way down the hall. "I understand completely."
Damnit, couldn't he take a hint? Lita cursed under her breath. It didn't look like the youngest Hardy brother would be leaving her side any time soon.
"Uh, I just talked to Trish."
Lita felt her heart jump in her chest. No, no, no! This was the last thing she wanted to be talking about! Especially with Jeff, of all people! Maybe she could avoid talking about this, try changing the subject... "That's good. So, looking forward to Backlash? It should be a great pay--"
"Li?" His green eyes focused on her intently. "She told me that you said you were cool with me and Trish being together."
Damnit again! He wasn't going to drop this subject either. Typical, stubborn Jeff. Lita sighed, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Yep."
He paused before speaking again. "If there's anything you want to say, you know, you can talk to me. Just because we're - well, I mean, just because we're not..." Jeff cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. "We're still friends, Lita. You're still my best friend."
Lita clutched her stomach, feeling sick. God, 'still my best friend'? No way. He wasn't saying that, was he? She nodded weakly. "Yeah, I know."
"So don't be afraid to tell me the truth. I want to know how you feel." He brushed a purple strand of hair out of his forehead, clearing his eyes as he looked at the redhead sitting beside him. "Trish was saying that she didn't quite believe you when you told her you were over me. And.. to be honest, I don't believe you either."
Lita turned to face him, scoffing harshly. "Geez, someone's abit full of themselves."
Jeff frowned, waving his hands. "No, no.. that's not what I meant. What I mean is, well, I know you Li. And I know that you feel things deeply and strongly. And I just don't think that you mean what you say when you talk about being over me." He coughed. "Being over 'us'."
"Well you know what, Jeff? I mean it. I mean every word. And you and Trish better start believing it." She hesitated, her brain whirring as she stared at Jeff's face. "Cause you know why?"
Jeff shook his head, eyeing Lita warily.
"I have a date tonight."
"What?!"
She nodded, a small smirk appearing on her face. "That's right. I have a date." Lita folded her arms over her chest, looking smug. "Believe me now?"
Narrowing his eyes at her, Jeff cocked his head slightly. "No. I don't." His eyes searched Lita, scanning every feature. "Who's the guy?"
Frowning, she replied. "I don't think that's any of your business."
Jeff's features softened, and a look of pity was visible sitting on his face. "Lita. Please, don't feel as if you need to make things up just to convince me that you're moving on--"
"You want to know who it is, Jeff?" Lita stood up from her place on the floor, scowling at the man who still sat against the wall. "Randy Orton." She smiled slightly as she saw the look of anger cross his face. "That's right. I'm going on a date with Randy Orton tonight."
"You can't be serious!" Jeff stood up as well, facing the redheaded diva with fire in his eyes. "Orton is a jerk!"
Lita's brow furrowed. "What's the matter, Jeff?" Her voice was tiny and soft. "Jealous?" She brought a hand up to her lips, and gave a small smile.
Jeff opened his mouth to rely, frowning fiercely at Lita. But he found no words. He couldn't speak. He tried to say something witty, say something hurtful - ANYTHING to retaliate against what Lita had just said. But he couldn't find anything to say. And as she turned away from him, and began walking down the hall, he realised that his speechlessness might have been because she was right.
Lita took in deep and steady breaths as she walked down the hall, away from Jeff. She tried to keep herself from crying, biting her lip as she made her way down the arena hallway. She had to find Randy Orton.
And quick.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13.
CONTENT: A few swear words, a little betrayal, a touch of violence.. things that make a good fic!
SUMMARY: When everything they say are lies, and nothing is as it seems.. Jeff, Trish, Lita + many more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Reviews make me very happy. 'Nuff said. ^_^
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Lita sat quietly on the hallway floor, he back leaning against the cold concrete wall. She watched as camera crew and other technicians stepped past her, making their way around the arena. Some superstars walked past her every now and again, although none bothered to stop and speak to her. Christian had given her a look that resembled something like pity, and it seemed for a second that he was going to stop and talk to her. Lita merely bowed her head, erasing any eye contact she had with the blonde canadian. Then she was left alone again.
Bringing her knees up to her chest, Lita wrapped her arms around them, hugging herself tightly. That conversation with Trish had made her feel awful. Her heart was pounding, her knees were shaking, her stomach was twisting, her palms were sweating -- the last time she had felt that kind of sickness was the first time her and Jeff had kissed. And that was a good kind of sickness. Lita sighed as her hair fell forward, curtaining her face from the people that walked by. It had been a long time since she had felt that good kind of sickness. Lately it had all been the bad kind.
Trish was right. It was hard seeing her and Jeff together like that. And so suddenly! Two months! Two months! It had only been two months... Lita found that she could barely look at another guy, while Jeff was able to start a brand new relationship? That was what hurt her the most. Not that he was moving on. Nor that he was doing it with Trish. It was just the fact that he was doing it all so soon. Lita felt the hot tears stinging at her eyes. Didn't their relationship mean anything to him? If it meant half as much to him as it did to her, he wouldn't be able to just move on so quickly.
Reaching up to her face, she wiped away her tears with her palm. She sniffled slightly, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. She didn't want to talk about it, nor did she want to hear anyone's advice. She just wanted to be alone...
"Hey."
Oh, great.
Lita looked up slowly, brushing her red hair out of her eyes as she looked up at the figure standing in front of her. "Hey." She replied, hoping to God that she didn't look like she'd been crying.
Jeff Hardy chewed on his lip before moving beside her, and sliding down to the floor. He stuck his legs out in front of him as he turned to Lita. "What are you doing sitting down here?"
She shrugged, playing with her fingernails and avoiding any eye contact with him. "Oh, you know. Just taking a break." She took a deep breath in. "Grabbing some alone time." Lita hoped Jeff would get the message and just go away.
"Yeah, I get like that too sometimes."
Lita nodded. "It's good to just get away from everyone once in a while, and just sit by yourself."
The red and purple haired man nodded back, watching as Shawn Micheals and Kevin Nash stepped over his legs and continued on their way down the hall. "I understand completely."
Damnit, couldn't he take a hint? Lita cursed under her breath. It didn't look like the youngest Hardy brother would be leaving her side any time soon.
"Uh, I just talked to Trish."
Lita felt her heart jump in her chest. No, no, no! This was the last thing she wanted to be talking about! Especially with Jeff, of all people! Maybe she could avoid talking about this, try changing the subject... "That's good. So, looking forward to Backlash? It should be a great pay--"
"Li?" His green eyes focused on her intently. "She told me that you said you were cool with me and Trish being together."
Damnit again! He wasn't going to drop this subject either. Typical, stubborn Jeff. Lita sighed, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Yep."
He paused before speaking again. "If there's anything you want to say, you know, you can talk to me. Just because we're - well, I mean, just because we're not..." Jeff cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. "We're still friends, Lita. You're still my best friend."
Lita clutched her stomach, feeling sick. God, 'still my best friend'? No way. He wasn't saying that, was he? She nodded weakly. "Yeah, I know."
"So don't be afraid to tell me the truth. I want to know how you feel." He brushed a purple strand of hair out of his forehead, clearing his eyes as he looked at the redhead sitting beside him. "Trish was saying that she didn't quite believe you when you told her you were over me. And.. to be honest, I don't believe you either."
Lita turned to face him, scoffing harshly. "Geez, someone's abit full of themselves."
Jeff frowned, waving his hands. "No, no.. that's not what I meant. What I mean is, well, I know you Li. And I know that you feel things deeply and strongly. And I just don't think that you mean what you say when you talk about being over me." He coughed. "Being over 'us'."
"Well you know what, Jeff? I mean it. I mean every word. And you and Trish better start believing it." She hesitated, her brain whirring as she stared at Jeff's face. "Cause you know why?"
Jeff shook his head, eyeing Lita warily.
"I have a date tonight."
"What?!"
She nodded, a small smirk appearing on her face. "That's right. I have a date." Lita folded her arms over her chest, looking smug. "Believe me now?"
Narrowing his eyes at her, Jeff cocked his head slightly. "No. I don't." His eyes searched Lita, scanning every feature. "Who's the guy?"
Frowning, she replied. "I don't think that's any of your business."
Jeff's features softened, and a look of pity was visible sitting on his face. "Lita. Please, don't feel as if you need to make things up just to convince me that you're moving on--"
"You want to know who it is, Jeff?" Lita stood up from her place on the floor, scowling at the man who still sat against the wall. "Randy Orton." She smiled slightly as she saw the look of anger cross his face. "That's right. I'm going on a date with Randy Orton tonight."
"You can't be serious!" Jeff stood up as well, facing the redheaded diva with fire in his eyes. "Orton is a jerk!"
Lita's brow furrowed. "What's the matter, Jeff?" Her voice was tiny and soft. "Jealous?" She brought a hand up to her lips, and gave a small smile.
Jeff opened his mouth to rely, frowning fiercely at Lita. But he found no words. He couldn't speak. He tried to say something witty, say something hurtful - ANYTHING to retaliate against what Lita had just said. But he couldn't find anything to say. And as she turned away from him, and began walking down the hall, he realised that his speechlessness might have been because she was right.
Lita took in deep and steady breaths as she walked down the hall, away from Jeff. She tried to keep herself from crying, biting her lip as she made her way down the arena hallway. She had to find Randy Orton.
And quick.