Death to Romance

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Dawn Marie silently groaned as she watched Jackie Gayda, her best friend sit on the lap of her fiance, Charlie. She had been watching them make-out like love sick teenagers for hours now and needless to say, she was sick of it.

Since her last boyfriend had cheated on her, Dawn was sick of romance. She hated chocolate and flowers. Romantic songs only made her roll her eyes in disgust. At the mention of Cupid, she would pretend to gag.

She wasn't a hundred percent sure, but she thought it may have been 'Third Wheel Syndrome'.

'Third Wheel Syndrome' was a phrase created by Jackie WAY before she had met Charlie. The way she defined it was simple.

Third Wheel Syndrome is when you grow sick of romance because you are forced to watch two people madly in love make out and make googly eyes. That kind of crap.

"Aww ... how cute!" Dawn blurted out. Jackie glared at her as Charlie stifled a laugh. I f there was anything Jackie hated more, it was being told how cute she and Charlie were together.

"You know what? I'm going to kill you!" Jackie snarled, struggling out of Charlie's grasp. Luckily for Dawn, he was too strong.

"Be nice," he warned, speaking to both Dawn and Jackie. "You, stop trying to kill your best friend. You, stop annoying Jackie into killing you,"

"Yes," Dawn murmured. She closed her eyes and turned her head as Charlie and Jackie began to make out. It didn't exactly bother her, but she had no desire to see them make out again.

Dawn had been there with Jackie through it all. New love, engagement, wedding plans. She had supplied the bridal magazines. She had listened to Jackie babble about last names. She had covered up the real reason why Jackie and Charlie had been late for thr house show.

Yet, she still hated watching them make out.

Death to ... ROMANCE! she thought bitterly.

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Paul London turned his head in disgust as he watched Torrie, his best friend's wife kiss Peter, his best friend.

Since the sudden break-up of his last relationship, Paul had taken to hanging out with his best friend and his wife. The past six weeks had been filled with Torrie constantly babbling about how they were trying to concieve.

"I am so bored," Paul muttered. Peter glanced at him.

"Sorry, Man. Starting a family is real important to Torrie," Peter apologized, as if it was his fault. Paul shrugged. He could care less.

Since losing his last girlfriend, Paul had been sick of romance. He could care less about going out of his way to buy flowers and chocolate. Love songs only made him turn the radio off in disgust.

He still couldn't get used to hearing Torrie talk about her menstrual cycles.

"Just face it! YOU'RE NOT PREGNANT!" Paul snapped. Torrie's mouth dropped open in disbeliaf.

"Come on!" she screeched, pulling Peter out of the room.

Glancing around, Paul caught Dawn's eye. Something told him she too was a third wheel.

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Well? Do you like? The inspiration came from my own recent experiances as a third wheel. I needed to vent and this seemed like the perfect way to do it!

JenLea

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