Chapter 23.
Jeff entered the house through the front door, he carried a skateboard in his hand; Fallon followed him still on her board. Fallon skated straight into the kitchen where she half screamed. Jeff ran in to see what all the commotion was about.
"Johnny!" Jeff's face fell as he watched John pick Fallon up and swing her around. But his heart dropped harder when John kissed Rylee's forehead. He felt like he might as well not be there at all.
"Hey Faz." John laughed, wrapping his arms around Rylee's waist.
"Would you lot please shut up?" Laura yelled from upstairs. "I'm trying to put this kid to sleep." Aurora's screams echoed down the stairs, followed by more of Laura's. "Argh! Never have kids!" The door slammed.
"Randy, go help out your fiancé." Rylee scowled at the Legend Killer before he slowly stormed up the stairs. Jeff caught Rylee's eye. She smiled nervously at him. He smiled back. After all the years they had been together, sometimes only as friends, his heart still did back flips every time she looked his way.
"Can we go out tonight?" Fallon asked with a beaming smile on her soft features.
"Well. You know that Raw's in town, right?" Rylee smiled as her daughter's excitement grew.
"Yes." Fallon squealed.
"And you know that your grandfather wants me and Laura to make a special appearance."
"Yes."
"So yes, we can go out tonight." Fallon squealed in delight as she ran off up the spiral staircase to her bedroom to get ready.
"You've got two hours." Rylee looked at her watch. "Starting now." Her voice floated up the stairs after her daughter.
Laura walked into Rylee's room without knocking. John had been out to his car and was staying in the guest room down the hall after Rylee had insisted that it would be stupid for him to stay at a hotel when he could stay with them. John, however, had insisted that he stayed in the guest room. Laura flopped down onto the bed, grabbing a stuff rhino from the pillow and throwing it up in the air and catching it again.
"Can we talk for a minute sunbeam?" Laura asked as Rylee ran back and forth from her closet.
"Yeah sure, what's up?" Rylee replied, more focused on whether she should wear a skirt or a pair of pants.
"Do you love Jeff?" Laura asked bluntly. Rylee stopped in her tracks. She turned slowly to look at Laura, a fake smile glazed over her face.
"Of course I do. Just like I love you and like I love Fallon." Rylee said hoping that her answer would be enough. She smiled trying to show Laura that she believed what she had said.
"Don't lie." Obviously her answer was not enough for Laura. Who knew Rylee better than she could know herself. "Okay, let me try again. Do you love John?"
"Yes." Rylee sat on the bed next to Laura.
"Do you love Jeff and John the same."
"No." Rylee could feel her eyes filling with tears.
"Who do you love more then?" Laura asked slowly.
"Don't make me answer that." Rylee whispered as the tears ran freely down her face.
"Ry, do you even know who you love more?" Laura asked, pulling her best friend into a death grip hug, sensing what her answer would be.
"No."
"You couldn't have a simple life if you tried, could you."
Rylee was the first to pull into the arena parking lot. Jeff was sitting in the passenger seat. He hadn't said a word to her since he got home with Fallon earlier that afternoon. Fallon had hitched a ride with John in the Hummer along with Randy, Laura and baby Aurora. Rylee had sorted herself out after her talk with Laura; she had matched her make up with her hair; she wore an aqua and black desert scarf, a plain white tank top and pink and black Ragtail Pixie Mini skirt, she wore a pair of black and pink over the knee hoop socks under her knee high black flat boots.
"Rylee we need to talk." Jeff sighed as he turned the music down. Rylee continued to look out the window, trying her best to ignore him.
"About what? The weathers looking good." She said trying to change the subject, failing miserably.
"Ry." Jeff placed his hand on top of hers. She pulled it back like the contact had given her an electric shock, only a good one. "I heard you talking to Laura before." Jeff stated. Rylee looked at him, her brain scrambled, what was she going to say to him? He knew that she loved him but he knew that she couldn't choose between him and John.
"I-" Rylee started.
"Are you two coming or what?" Laura and Fallon had their faces pressed up against Rylee's window, both making blow fish-like faces. She sighed, and looked at Jeff.
"We'll talk later. I promise." She whispered, getting out of the car and fixing a fake smile, the one she had gotten all too used to wearing.
"Rylee Pheonix McMahon, where have you been?" His voice boomed around the parking lot. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Well?" He demanded.
"I've been getting this lot ready." She smirked. "Short stuff."
"Oh, alright then." Shawn ruffled her hair.
"Uncle Shawnie!" Fallon jumped on his back. "Carry me."
"You're nearly as bad as Jeff." Shawn laughed, as Jeff took a packet of skittles out of his bag and began popping them into his mouth, unaware of what had been said. Jeff watched Fallon; he smiled at how much she reminded him of Rylee. The way that hair dye could brighten her day, even the way that she looked exactly the same as Rylee had done a few years ago. Fallon wore a pair of black low slung cords with Liquor Brand Flaming Heart wifebeater and a pink leopard pink bow in the side of her pink, purple and blue hair.
"So what you lot doing here anyway?" Shawn asked as the group began to walk down the corridors of the slowly filling arena.
"Mum and Laura are appearing on Raw tonight." Fallon smiled from her position on Shawn's back.
"Really?" Shawn smirked.
"I know that face! And I don't like it!" Laura yelled. "You do anything to mess this up and I will cut off every limb that dangles from your torso." Shawn winced.
"You tried that last time shorty!" Laura smiled at the memory of chasing Shawn and Hunter around the arena.
"I'm going to get changed baby." John said kissing Rylee's forehead. She smiled.
"Okay." She watched him walk away. Unaware that every move she made tore Jeff up as he watched on.
George A man sits at his desk
One year from retirement,
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do
Each passing year
The workload grows
Alexisonfire's Boiled Frogs screamed through the speakers and bounced off every wall in the arena.
Dallas I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)
Laura and Rylee stood at the top of the ramp and took it all in; the screams, the smells, everything. This was their home, and they'd be damned if someone took it from them now.
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life
George Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,
Even though his joints are clogged with rust
At the top of the ramp both Laura and Rylee turned around as Fallon skated out in between them and down the ramp to the ring.
Wade My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, Laura-Jayne Ward, Rylee Pheonix McMahon-Hardy and Fallon McMahon-Hardy." Lillian Garcia's voice rang through the arena as Dallas Green and George Pettit's voices died down.
John POV.
"McMahon-Hardy?" I looked straight at Jeff.
"Hey don't blame me." Jeff slammed his bag down on the sofa and stormed out of the locker room. "I told you I was on her birth certificate." He yelled back. He knew I wasn't talking about Fallon.
"What was that all about?" I demanded looking around the locker room. No one answered me. The only person I was going to get answers off was Rylee, but she was busy, so I had to find the next best thing. I walked out of the locker room and headed straight for the Divas.
I banged my fist on the door twice before it flung open to reveal the red head I was looking for.
End of John POV.
"Some people are trying to get ready here." Amy yelled.
"McMahon-Hardy?"
"Ah, I see you're watching." Amy stepped to the side to let John past her. He sat down on the sofa, leaning forward, holding his head in his hands.
"Why is this so messed up?" He whispered. Amy sat down on the floor in front of him.
"It isn't messed up at all. It's just Rylee, ok. You can't just have Rylee. You get the whole package. You get Laura, Fallon and Jeff."
"I can understand Laura, she's her best friend, and Fallon, she's her daughter, but why Jeff?"
"Because Rylee and Jeff have more history than half of the locker room, you don't understand what Jeff has pulled Rylee through. The amount of times Rylee has tried to end everything, the only person that can save her is Jeff."
A scream echoed through the room from the television in the corner. Both heads turned.
There in the middle of the ring lay Laura and Fallon covered in their own blood. Rylee and Jeff stood in between the girls and their attackers, with their fists clenched, ready to fight.
A/N: I'm updating from school, because this is th only place that I tend to get inspiration to write this story. 5 reviews and I update.