Lilly and Mark were on their way back to the hotel from the radio station. The tension in the back of the limo was so thick you could almost reach out and touch it. Lilly was setting on the far side of the seat, as far away from Mark as she could get, looking out the window. She was trying to forget that Mark was even alive much less in the same car.
For the life of him Mark could not understand why Lilly was so angry. He had just answered the question with the first response that had popped into his head. All right, he knew just as soon as the answer had left his mouth that he should not have said it, but he felt that Lilly was overreacting. After all she was a fan right?
"Lilly, I'm sorry that you're angry with me, but for God's sake, it was just the first answer that popped in my head." Mark said shaking his head. "Like I keep telling you I'm sorry. What do I have to do to make you see that?"
"Mark I don't want to talk to you right now. If I were you I would just stay on your side of the car and keep your mouth shut!" Lilly almost shouted.
Mark growled at being told to keep his mouth shut. "What was so wrong with the way I answered the question of who you were? It was just a way to get them off of the subject." Mark said exasperated.
"What was wrong with it? What was wrong with it?" Lilly fairly screamed. "You don't get it do you? Look Mark I know that whatever is going on between isn't serious. I have no delusions of this being anything to build my future on, but just a fan? You might as well have called me a ring rat. Would you like for me to go ahead and strip right now and let you have your way with me? That way you can get what you want and move on to your next victim"
Mark saw red. He had not implied that she was nothing but a ring rat. He had tried to treat her like a lady not a piece of meat. He had grown out of the whole use women like Kleenex phase a long time ago. "Lilly we have known each other less than 24 hours. I just said the first thing that came to my mind. It's really not anyone else's business who you are. What did you expect me to say?"
"I agree that it's no one's business what we are to each other. I also know that we can't really define what we are to each other after barely twenty-four hours, but you could have told them that I was a friend. After all I thought we were at least at that stage." The limo stopped and Lilly fairly jumped out running for the lobby.
Mark caught up with Lilly as she entered the elevator. He quickly pressed the door close button before anyone else could join them. "Lilly I can see your point, but aren't you being a little irrational?" Mark asked.
"Oh now I see. I'm just being an irrational female! I should just smile and keep my mouth shut and let you do what you see fit! I told you the other night Mark; I'm through letting people tell me what to do and what to feel. I'm not going to let you step in and belittle my feelings. I'm going to go to my room. If you know what's good for you, you won't follow me." Lilly stepped off of the elevator with Mark right behind her.
Mark grabbed Lilly's arm and spun her around to face him. "Follow you? You got that all wrong lady. Mark Calloway doesn't trot along behind anyone groveling for forgiveness. I see now. You were hoping that I would just pick up the pieces of your shattered little life and jump when you say jump. Well sweetheart, I've got news for you. I've never danced on command before and I don't plan to now. You just run along and find some other little snot nosed punk to bow to your every whim and forget that we ever met! Oh, and for the record sweetheart, if I had wanted to have my way with you, I could have easily done that last night." With that last remark, Mark turned and stormed down the hall leaving Lilly standing alone.
Lilly was relieved to find that she had the hotel room all to herself. She didn't think that she could face Samantha's bubbly enthusiasm right now. She just needed some time to think. Lilly knew that she had overreacted to what Mark had said, but the way that the guys at the radio station looked at her after Mark had said that she was just a fan made her skin crawl. The whole experience made her feel just exactly like she would when her father or Robert would point out a 'better way' for her to do something that she had not completed to their satisfaction. Lilly had always hated that feeling!
Lilly and Samantha had planned to spend a total of 10 days on the road with the WWE. Right now Lilly wasn't sure if she wanted to spend one more hour here, but she didn't want to pack up and leave without letting Samantha know. Lilly did not feel like setting foot outside of the hotel room, so she decided to rent a movie on the hotel's pay per view system and trying to forget what had happened that morning. Lilly must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew she was waking up to the ending credits of the movie, and Samantha was walking into the room with a look of concern on her face.
"I was wondering if you would still be here." Samantha says when she sees Lilly lying on the bed.
"So you heard." Lilly spat setting up on the side of the bed.
"Yeah. Dave and I were in the car on the way to his appearance when Mark was on the radio." Samantha nods. "How bad was it?"
"Horrible. I kind of went off of the deep end on the way back to the hotel." Lilly replied burying her face in her hands.
"What did Mark have to say about it?" Sam asked sitting on the bed opposite of Lilly.
"He said that a fan was the first thing that popped into his head. That he did not mean anything by it, he was just trying to get them off of the subject because it was no one's business." Lilly sighed with exasperation. "And I agree with him that it's not anyone's business who I am and that we don't have a relationship after twenty four hours, but he could have at least said that I was a friend. You should have seen how the guys at the radio station looked at me after he said that, it was like I was just a piece of meat. I could just hear all of my father's comments about how useless I was echo through my head."
"I'm so sorry I pushed you Lil. I was just hoping that you would take a chance and have a little fun while we were on vacation. I didn't mean to throw you under the bus." Samantha said getting up and moving over next to Lilly.
"It's not your fault Sam. I'm a big girl and make my own choices. You didn't push me into anything I didn't agree to." Lilly said shaking her head.
"What do you want to do now? Do you want to just go home, because if that's what you want, then we will." Samantha asked.
"No! Absolutely not! I am through letting other people run my life. I am certainly not letting Mr. Big Bad Deadman ruin our fun." Lilly said with resolve. It was funny how talking about things with Sam had always helped to clear her mind.
"Besides, I can't take you away from your dream man now can I?" Lilly teased. "And spill girl. Did things go better today?"
"Yes they did! Yes they did!" Samantha giggled with glee. "No drowned rat no fan lap dances! None of that."
"So what happened?" Lilly prompted.
"Nothing much. Just the autograph signing." Samantha replied. "We were only able to actually spend time together during the ride to and from, but watching him with the fans was amazing! Especially watching him with the little children! He's so good with kids."
"Oh and by the way, Dave has arranged for us to be backstage before and after the show," Samantha said excitedly. "And then you can Join Dave and I for dinner after the show."
"No. Now, Sam you don't have to take care of me. I don't want to be a third wheel. I'll go with you backstage, but I won't go with you two to dinner." Lilly protested.
"You won't be a third wheel Lil! It will be a group again I'm sure. Even if its not I could still use an ally after everything that happened the other night." Samantha insisted.
"We'll see." Lilly agreed. After today, Lilly wondered about being back stage that night. To say the least it might be interesting. Well maybe not all she had to do was steer clear of Mark. Surely she would be able to do that, right? She hoped so. Lilly was a little more worried than she would let Sam know, because she knew that another confrontation with Mr. Deadman would not be pleasant, in fact it might be World War III.
AN: Thanks you guys for all of the reviews. I know that this was probably not what you expected, but drama just poured out of me when I sat down to write this. I hope you enjoy. Please review and let me know what you think Thanks!--T
