Chapter 3
Chase pulled into the driveway of her mom's house, sitting in the car a bit longer to hear the rest of 'Call Me When You're Sober' play on her radio. She casually watched as Maddy paced the walk way yapping away on her cell phone.
"Hey," she said getting the last of her bags out of her trunk. "Mom home?" Maddy nodded absently at Chase before hanging up.
"Yeah, she's upstairs yelling at Alli for not cleaning her room. You talk to Daddy?" Maddy asked, trying to mask her jealousy that Chase got to spend the weekend with their father and she did not.
"Yeah. He's picking me up at the airport. Britain's with him." Chase threw in as she rounded the car and started up the walk.
"That should be cool. Maybe you two can go shopping or something." Chase had all the luck. Maddy couldn't help but to feel envious. Not only was she going to get to see Dave, and Randy, who she thought was the best cutest thing since Brad Pitt, but now she going to get to hang out with Britain. Britain was a model, she was beautiful, rich, well traveled and got to party with big time celebrities. She always wanted to hang out with Britain; she wanted to be just like her. Chase shrugged, showing disappointment that she would have to share Dave while she was with him. "Could be worse," Maddy said sitting on the steps blocking Chase from entering the house. "He still could be married to Angie." The thought made both girls cringe.
Neither of them liked Angie very much. It wasn't that she wasn't nice to them, because she was, but, she had so many rules. When he was married to her, the house was like a museum. It was cold and dark and you could not touch anything. She was meticulous about everything. She wasn't right for their dad. He was laid back and fun, and she was uptight and stiff. They knew it would not last and it came as no surprise when he told them he was getting divorced after just being married to her for a year.
"It'll be fun. I'll make the best of it. At least I get to see him now. You guys won't until he comes home in two weeks." Chase picked up her bags and noticed the slight disappointment in Maddy's face. "Come one squirt. I bought you a couple things while I was out." That was enough to place a smile on Maddy's face and the two girls ran into the house laughing.
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"I'm never drinking again!" She swore it, she promised it, she felt it. She laid on the bed wondering how she could make the room stop spinning. "If you see me with another drink ever, just kill me. God's punishing me you know." She closed her eyes, which made the dizziness worse. If she could just get to sleep, everything would be ok.
He sat on the bed next to her and gently rubbed her tummy. He heard her sigh heavily and watched her close her eyes. With any luck his gentle hand motions would put her to sleep and he could go to the gym without worrying about her asphyxiating. "Babe," She let out a soft moan to let him know that she was listening. "I'm sorry about this mix up with Chase coming. I really thought we would have some time alone."
She opened one eye slightly to see him looking down at her. "Why are you sorry? I love Chase. At least now I'll have someone to do girly things with instead of your stupid friends." She cracked a smile, but she found that made her head hurt more.
"Why do you always call them stupid? I thought you liked my friends." Granted, he did not like most of her friends either, but he still respected the fact that she liked them.
"They're not all stupid; just Hunter. He's an asshole. I like John, Ric and Randy though. When you five get together, you just all act stupid." There, she finally admitted that the groups' juvenile dynamic irritated her more than the people within the group.
"Why don't you like Hunt? He's not bad once you get to know him." He thought about that comment after he had said it. Hunter was an asshole; they all knew it. He really could not say, why exactly it was that he hung out with him. He respected Hunter, he knew this business, but he was a little hard to take at time, there was no denying that.
"He's an asshole, Dave. I don't care how you try to justify it."
"You know, they say you can tell what kind a person you are by the company you keep. So if Hunt's an ass, and I hang out with him, what does that make me?" He smiled at her awaiting her answer.
"You're an asshole too." The room spun at ludicrous speed as she laughed at his reaction to her response.
"Oh really? I'll show you an asshole..." He said and gently kissed her stomach.
She was unable to understand the rest of what he saying because she was suddenly aware of his lips slowly kissing her and his hands moving up her side. Only he could make her feel like she was in the mood for an afternoon delight, when she was hung over, nauseous and on the brink of death. But, feeling his mouth on her stomach had made all of that part go away.
"Do you two ever fucking quit? You're like that damn bunny on TV," Hunter asked standing by the bed.
Dave looked up to see Hunter, Cena, Orton and Flair standing there watching them. She remembered dropping her purse by the door when they came in and the strap must have caught preventing the door from closing all the way.
"Do you ever fucking knock?" Britain rolled her eyes at him, while pulling her shirt back down. I really can't stand him.
"Well I won't have to if this whipped bitch was ready to go to the gym. Besides, the door was open." Hunter shot back kicking Dave's foot.
"Fuck you, I am ready," Dave said getting up. She couldn't help but to smile seeing the way he and Hunter interacted.
She loved watching them all together. Even though she didn't like Hunter, he fit the cast so well. Each one of them was like a character out of a bad after school special.
Ric was the funny one, always playing practical jokes or giving horrible advice about life, women, whatever; everyone knew to take him with a grain of salt. But the women flocked to him. He rarely slept alone. He had this majestic personality, he was the kind of man you just wanted to be around. However, he had a quick temper and usually ended up cursing someone out before the night was through.
Hunter was the mean one. His head so far up his own ass that he forbade anyone to call him by his real name, Paul. He was so into this "Triple H" thing that everyone referred to him as Hunter; even his wife. His face was always broken down and he was quick to catch an attitude. Hunter had been married for several years and although he loved his wife he rarely spent time with her. He liked to go out and meet women, but he never took them home. He just enjoyed their company.
John was her favorite. He was the loud ghetto one. He lacked that filter in his brain that tells you to think before you speak. He just blurted things out and was often confused when everyone around him started laughing. He like loud cars, loud music and loud women, hell he was loud. When they went out, John stayed around the raunchiest women. He usually took the nastiest one back to his room.
Randy was the baby. Everyone looked out for him. He was a cocky bastard, but he was a good guy. He and John were best friends, but Randy was the calmer of the two. Randy was also in awe of Dave. He spent most of his time picking Dave's brain, studying his movements and trying to be just like him. He even have a habit of calling him, bro. Randy was also the playboy of the bunch. He liked to see how many girls he could get in one night. It became sort of game for him. Dave chalked it up to youth, but Randy had an appetite for women that he couldn't control.
Then there was Dave. He was the big guy, the muscle of the group. While the others talked a lot, he was the enforcer. He was relatively quiet, compared to the rest of them and was definitely the most laid back. But when one of his friends needed him, he'd whip ass first and ask questions later. Dave also acquired the role as the "pretty boy". He was always well dressed and impeccably groomed. Women came to him in droves, but he usually had a girlfriend so he didn't care much for all of the attention he received. He found he was most attracted to the women who paid him no attention.
There they were, five of the finest men in the business, acting like 10th graders. She could not for the life of her figure out why they were that way, but if she were to remain with Dave, she would have to live with it. She loved him enough to put up with them, even if she thought they were stupid.
Dave leaned over the bed and kissed her again. "Get some sleep. I'll see you later."
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The trip to the gym was typical. Four of them ganged up on one person and today, it just so happened to be Dave's turn to be the focal point of endless taunts.
"I ain't ever seen you this hung up on some girl, pretty boy," John said slapping Dave in the back of his head. He ran before Dave could set down his dumbbell and kick his ass.
"So, it's getting pretty serious, bro? You been together for a minute…" Randy commented.
Dave smirked. He couldn't tell his friends how much he was in love with her. It's not that he was afraid of them razzing him; it was that there weren't words to describe it. There were so many things about her that drove his crazy. For example, he loved her eyes. When she got mad, they turned blue, when she was happy, they were grey. He loved to piss her off one minute and make her smile the next, just so he could see them change color. She also had this smile that would melt your heart. It was the kind of smile that you could not help but to smile back at. Her smile made the room seem brighter, it made you forget whatever you were thinking about before, because you could only concentrate on how beautiful it was. He could go on and on for ever about all the things he loved about her, but he would never let them know that.
"You whipped bitch." Hunter laughed at him as he walked over to the weights. "All you fucking do is drool over her. It's not like you never got laid before. Damn, it can't be that fucking good."
Dave smiled to himself. You have no idea.
"Gentlemen." Ric interrupted. There comes a time in every man's life when he meets the one woman who changes everything. He finds he can talk to her about everything, he wants to share his dreams with her. And the fact that she will fuck him every which way to Sunday, doesn't hurt either."
Dave ignored the comment and started bench press. He silently listened to Hunter go on and on about him being whipped. So what if he was whipped; which he was not. Would it be that bad? Here Ric was going through his fourth divorce, Randy and John were single and Hunter's marriage, well was sort of an enigma to everyone. He was the only happily involved one there, and they made it seem like it was a death sentence.
"What's your problem with her anyway?" Dave asked. He knew Hunter seemed to have a particular fondness to pissing her off. Not that Hunter didn't piss off everyone, he just seemed to enjoy it more if it was her.
Hunter shrugged his shoulders. "Besides the fact that she turned your whining ass into a bitch, nothing. You should be asking her what her problem is with me."
Dave shook his head. "She just thinks your mean."
"Mean? Mean? What are you, a woman now? Call me a prick, asshole, dickhead something; mean? She even has you talking like her. I bet she has your bitch ass in high heels too."
Dave stood up and flexed his pecs at Hunter. "You want some? I'll show you who the bitch is."
As Hunter approached Dave, he noticed that Dave was no longer smiling. Standing in Dave's face he said seriously, "Just admit it. You're fucking whipped."
"It's either that or you've been using Hunt's five options." John walked between Hunter and Dave and smiled.
"And what five options are those?" Hunter asked stepping back to look at John.
"One, two, three four, five." John laughed while holding out his had and curling his fingers into a loose fist, motioning it by his crotch. "You five work it out well, don't you Hunt?"
"Fuck you!" Hunter said laughing as hard as the others.
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Jeff sat in his hotel room, roaming through his playlist. He needed a soundtrack for the task at hand. Carefully, he opened two packages of hair color, and mixed them in a small bowl. He stuck his earphones in his ears and walked into the bathroom. He applied the blue dye to the front of his hair, not quite sure if it was the color he actually wanted. Reading the packages of dye again, he sat on the toilet waiting for the color to take.
After 10 minutes of processing, he turned on the tub. Dying his hair usually helped him feel better. It was something about changing his look that kept him feeling like a new person. He only hoped that it would work again this time. He really didn't care if he blew himself up, washing out the dye with the earphones on. He was actually looking forward to having that spiky hair look. He watched the blue dye go down the drain and let out a long sigh. You can do this Nero. It's better than it was before. Although he didn't believe his words or burst in to flames, he was determined to make the best of it.