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Edge carried his black sling bag over his left shoulder, his arm supporting the weight evening it out. Christian walked quickly behind him; he was carrying his metallic blue Nike bag. He looked up and saw Edge swap the bag to the other shoulder. "To heavy for ya?"
"No way! It was just aching that's all." Edge grumbled, Christian laughed and then put his hand on his boyfriends shoulder.
"Yeah right o' then Edge" The two approached the canteen; a group of wrestler's and divas were all sat on tables or chairs, sipping tea or devouring something like a pack of rabbles.
"Are they in here?"
"Dunno" They looked around; Trish, who refused to even look at Edge when he walked in; Chris Benoit and Torrie Wilson were all sat on a table near the vending machine. Chris Jericho, Triple H and Stacy Keibler were all sat on some chairs near by.
"Hey! Did anybody watch that film last night about the two homo's?" Jericho stuffed another crisp in his mouth.
"No. I heard about it, but I wouldn't dare watch something about gays!" Stacy scoffed.
Edge and Christian gave each other a side-glance before going over to the machine to get a soda. The guys and girls had smiled and said hello to them, but Christian couldn't help but feel they were talking about them two.
"Why not? It might make you think about why they like the same sex" Benoit bit into his shiny, red apple, the rest looked at him like he'd just told them he'd farted.
"No way! They are just a bunch of real! Ass clowns!" they all laughed except Benoit and E and C.
"Yeah I mean, male and male and female and female sex? You can't imagine it!" Triple H flamed.
"I totally agree." Torrie and Trish nodded at each other
"I third that statement" Trish scratched her knee, Benoit watched her, shaking his head. Edge grabbed Christian by his arm and dragged him out the canteen. He saw the anger in his lover's eyes and knew Christian was going to say something they'd both regret.
"Forget it dude. Their not worth the anger."
"But"
"No buts come on. Lets find them two"
*
Kane un-zipped his bag, he fumbled around and finally pulled out the bottle of still water. He pulled the top off and drank some.
"Hey that was a great match huh?" His tag partner Hurricane, looked over the steering wheel for Edge and Christian.
"Yeah it was" Kane never took his eyes of his water bottle, his voice sounded fed up and somewhat un-enthusiastic. Hurricane suddenly looked at his much taller friend. Kane turned when he felt his eyes on him; he gave him a faint smile but couldn't pretend he was happy.
"Kane. Are you all right? Your not are you? Come on. What's the matter?" Hurricane turned the engine off, he settled back in the seat and watched Kane.
"I just don't feel happy tonight that's all...."
"Why?"
"I just don't" Even though he was trying to sound angry but it still barley came out a whisper.
"We don't have to go out tonight ya know"
"We? Don't you mean I don't? Besides, why should me not feeling right effect your night?"
"Because...." Hurricane shook a little; he gripped the steering wheel tightly and tapped his head off it three or four times.
"What are you ...." Kane was broken off by Hurricane placing his lips against his own. He kept his eyes open, looking down at the green and black haired man. Hurricane started to panic when he felt no response from Kane. He didn't know weather to pull away or not. After a split second he did. Shaking even more, and feeling more frightened than ever he thought he had over stretched a line he shouldn't have even been near. Kane blankly stared at him. Feeling nothing but confusion he waited for the Hurricane to move or do something! "Kane I am so sorry!"
Edge carried his black sling bag over his left shoulder, his arm supporting the weight evening it out. Christian walked quickly behind him; he was carrying his metallic blue Nike bag. He looked up and saw Edge swap the bag to the other shoulder. "To heavy for ya?"
"No way! It was just aching that's all." Edge grumbled, Christian laughed and then put his hand on his boyfriends shoulder.
"Yeah right o' then Edge" The two approached the canteen; a group of wrestler's and divas were all sat on tables or chairs, sipping tea or devouring something like a pack of rabbles.
"Are they in here?"
"Dunno" They looked around; Trish, who refused to even look at Edge when he walked in; Chris Benoit and Torrie Wilson were all sat on a table near the vending machine. Chris Jericho, Triple H and Stacy Keibler were all sat on some chairs near by.
"Hey! Did anybody watch that film last night about the two homo's?" Jericho stuffed another crisp in his mouth.
"No. I heard about it, but I wouldn't dare watch something about gays!" Stacy scoffed.
Edge and Christian gave each other a side-glance before going over to the machine to get a soda. The guys and girls had smiled and said hello to them, but Christian couldn't help but feel they were talking about them two.
"Why not? It might make you think about why they like the same sex" Benoit bit into his shiny, red apple, the rest looked at him like he'd just told them he'd farted.
"No way! They are just a bunch of real! Ass clowns!" they all laughed except Benoit and E and C.
"Yeah I mean, male and male and female and female sex? You can't imagine it!" Triple H flamed.
"I totally agree." Torrie and Trish nodded at each other
"I third that statement" Trish scratched her knee, Benoit watched her, shaking his head. Edge grabbed Christian by his arm and dragged him out the canteen. He saw the anger in his lover's eyes and knew Christian was going to say something they'd both regret.
"Forget it dude. Their not worth the anger."
"But"
"No buts come on. Lets find them two"
*
Kane un-zipped his bag, he fumbled around and finally pulled out the bottle of still water. He pulled the top off and drank some.
"Hey that was a great match huh?" His tag partner Hurricane, looked over the steering wheel for Edge and Christian.
"Yeah it was" Kane never took his eyes of his water bottle, his voice sounded fed up and somewhat un-enthusiastic. Hurricane suddenly looked at his much taller friend. Kane turned when he felt his eyes on him; he gave him a faint smile but couldn't pretend he was happy.
"Kane. Are you all right? Your not are you? Come on. What's the matter?" Hurricane turned the engine off, he settled back in the seat and watched Kane.
"I just don't feel happy tonight that's all...."
"Why?"
"I just don't" Even though he was trying to sound angry but it still barley came out a whisper.
"We don't have to go out tonight ya know"
"We? Don't you mean I don't? Besides, why should me not feeling right effect your night?"
"Because...." Hurricane shook a little; he gripped the steering wheel tightly and tapped his head off it three or four times.
"What are you ...." Kane was broken off by Hurricane placing his lips against his own. He kept his eyes open, looking down at the green and black haired man. Hurricane started to panic when he felt no response from Kane. He didn't know weather to pull away or not. After a split second he did. Shaking even more, and feeling more frightened than ever he thought he had over stretched a line he shouldn't have even been near. Kane blankly stared at him. Feeling nothing but confusion he waited for the Hurricane to move or do something! "Kane I am so sorry!"