Behind Every Great Man Is A Woman Rolling Her Eyes Chapter 26, a wrestling fanfic

Lies for the Liars.

"Hello?" Rylee rolled out of her position in bed with Jeff's arms wrapped around her waist to pick up her cell phone from the side cabinet as it burst into song at an uncivilized time in the morning.

"Okay, now that I know you are alive. I'm going to kill you."

"Excuse me?" Rylee squeaked looking at the screen on her cell phone. Laura. "What have I done now?" Turning her phone onto speakerphone and closing her eyes, Rylee lay back down.

"Why is Jamie here?" Laura asked, chewing her lip and tapping her foot on the other end of the line.

"Oh shit. You know?" Rylee said, sitting up in bed.

"Of course I know. I know everything about you." Laura continued. "Why is he here? You know he is nothing but bad for you."

"I'm fine by the way."

"Shut up. Why isn't he back in England where he belongs, in the pub with his friends getting drunk and writing songs about how shit his life is?"

"Jeff rang him."

"Oh that man is dead meat."

"I don't think that threatening Jeff over the phone will get him out of bed, so threats at this point in time are pretty useless darling." Rylee smiled as Jeff began to stir next to her.

"Just you wait." Laura hung up, leaving Rylee with a dialing tone.

"Love you too." Rylee yelled at her phone. Laura had the right to be worried about Jamie. She was right when she said that he was bad news. She was right the first time she said it as well. Rylee and Jamie never had a stable relationship, friendship or more. They were best friends or worst enemies; there was never a happy medium. Jamie had a control over Rylee that no one else had or could match; she could never stay mad at him. No matter how many times he left her out in the rain, there were exactly the same amount of times that he had stayed out at the skate park with her all night, playing Delilah and watching her skate to clear her mind. Jamie had dragged Rylee to the ends of the earth to leave her there and walk away. He was only good in small doses. Knocking from the hotel door woke Jeff and awoke Rylee from her thoughts.

"Oi rainbow boy get your skinny arse out here. Right now!"

"Why? Why is Laura here?" Jeff jumped out of the bed.

"She found out about Jamie." Jeff turned straight towards the bathroom and locked the door firmly behind him as Rylee let Laura in.

"We are getting rid of him." Laura said pointing in an assumed direction of where Jamie would be. "Now where's Skittles?" Rylee pointed towards the bathroom door before climbing back into bed.

"Jeff, come out before she gets violent." Rylee wailed from her side of the bed.

"Never!" Jeff yelled.

"He knows I can open this door with a quarter, right?" Laura laughed as she unlocked the door and pushed it open to reveal Jeff sitting on the side of the bath, his eyes growing to the size of dinner plates, at the look on Laura face. Laura grabbed his head pulling him into a headlock and dragged him out into the bedroom.

"Tell her to let go!" Jeff whimpered.

"I told you she would get violent." Rylee said before Laura threw Jeff onto the bed next to her.

"Now you tell her. Tell her what you did was wrong."

"Fine." Jeff huffed. "I did a bad thing. I found Jamie. He was touring in London with his band and I asked him if he wanted to come see you. He jumped at the chance. But I didn't realize that he was still in love with you. I mean, you were so sad. Even the happy dance couldn't make you happy." Jeff pouted even though he knew fine well that the happy dance always guaranteed a smile. "I just wanted to help."

"Well don't next time." Laura growled. A knock on the door interrupted Laura's staring competition with Jeff. Jamie stuck his head around the door.

"Ry? Rylee." He smiled when he saw her. "Oh, Laura."

"Jamie." Laura acknowledged him with an icy tone, which was a lot more than what she had done in the past.

"Erm, I'm going home." He stared at his feet.

"Thank God for that." Laura scoffed.

"Come see me next time you're in town, kay?" Jamie looked up to smile at Rylee.

"Sure." Rylee got up and walked him to the door; his bags were propped up against the wall outside. "Why the sudden change of heart?" The image of Laura with a gun jammed into Jamie's ribs forcing him out of the country flashed into Rylee's mind.

"Well, I kinda need to finish this tour, plus I get the feeling I'm not wanted." Jamie cocked his head towards the slightly open door, Laura and Jeff's heads stuck out the bottom.

"Err, we're, erm, oh spider!" Jeff said quickly grabbing Laura up and shutting the door. Rylee laughed.

"I shouldn't have come." Jamie stared at his feet, a bad habit that he had had since they were kids.

"Don't say that, I like seeing you."

"But only in small doses." They said in unison, causing them to laugh.

"I've, err, left a present for you in my room. Don't go till I'm on the plane." Jamie smiled.

"When does your plane leave?"

"An hour. Actually, I better run. Don't want to miss tonight's gig. Playing the carling academy back up home." Rylee smiled, that's all he ever wanted to do, and he got it.

"Good luck sunbeam." Jamie hugged her one last time before walking down the corridor and into the elevator. He waved, the doors pinged and that was it. He was gone.

Rylee stood for a few minutes and then ran off in the direction of his room. She took his keycard from her pocket and squeezed it tight. She flung the door open and ran into the bedroom. There on the bed was a guitar case, Jamie's guitar case. A note stuck on the front.

Dear Rylee,

I'm thinking that I haven't even left the hotel yet and you're reading this. You never did have any patience. I just wanted to tell you all the things that I never had the guts to say to your face. I love you, but you and I both know we could never be together, it wouldn't work. We argue too much. So I'm leaving you with the one thing that means nearly as much as you do to me, Delilah. It's not much, but you always said you wouldn't play anything but her. Don't go forgetting me shortarse. I love you.

Jamie x

Rylee sat on the bed alone, reading and re-reading the note. That was it, Jamie was gone. After some time Rylee removed Delilah from her case & pulled her up onto her lap, she started to play the only song Jamie had ever taught her, singing along to herself.

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore
She loves salting my wounds
Yes, she enjoys nothing more
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown

Jeff stuck his head around the door, having sent Laura down to the lobby to find Rylee.

I wanna tear apart your room
to see if what you say is true
Darling don't you lie, lie to me
I wanna break into your heart
to see why you want us apart
Oh, I'm scared to death to find out what you think of me

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore
She loves salting my wounds
Yes, she enjoys nothing more
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown

He lent against the wall and watched her. He should have known.

According to you we don't click,
that's a blatant lie and you know it
Angel, what are you hiding from me?
If there is truly another secret lunch-break,
working late lover
then I would die, but at least then I'd be free

He didn't need to ship people over from home; he didn't need to drag up the past. He should have burnt it up and let it all fly away in the wind.

This was what she needed, time alone, time to think, time to herself, to be able to catch her breathe and really figure out what was going on in her head.

He watched her, she never noticed he was there; she was in her own little world, singing along to herself, watching the stars out of the open window.

Rylee slowly put Delilah back in the case, she knew what she had to do, Jeff left before she could see him. Instead he went downstairs to find Laura, who was probably pulling the poor receptionist over the counter by now, threatening to glass her, unless she told her where Rylee was. When they returned to the room, they did not find what they expected.

There was a deadly silence in the room, a one that would make the most comfortable of people nervous. The bathroom door was jammed shut, Rylee on the other side. Her toiletries had been spilled out of the bag and on to the bed, everything there except her razors.

Polygraph Right Now by The Spill Canvas.