Title: A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed
Disclaimer: I own nothing in, from or associated with TNA wrestling.
Summary: Angelina Love and Taylor Wilde have despised each-other since they first met. But when both Knockouts think they might be pregnant, fate somehow manages to throw them together. Friendship fic, also featuring Alex Shelley, Velvet Sky and others from TNA.
A/N: Thank you very much for the reviews, LucieTorettoXD, BreyerRose, Lacey B. Santos and Angelwilliamsfan! Your opinions mean so much and are fantastic to read so keep 'em comin'! Sorry this took so long, school and writer's block are bitches lol! Special appreciation for Lacey B. Santos, your review was so lovely and I appreciate your compliments on my writing so much and what you said about this being the best TNA fic you've read almost made me cry! *hugs* Enjoy Chapter 3 everybody!
Chapter 3
Angelina stomped into the Beautiful People's locker room, slamming the door violently behind her and throwing herself into the nearest chair, wishing that she'd suddenly just wake up and find that all this was some freakish nightmare.
This sudden commotion startled a sitting Velvet Sky and Madison Rayne who were in the midst of applying make-up to each-other's faces, and they turned their heads sharply to watch their friend as she heaved a heavy bag of clothes onto her lap.
Angelina raked around in the bag until she'd found what she was looking for, a plastic bag full of liquor bottles. Absent-mindedly, she unscrewed the top of one and emptied the contents into her mouth, but, before she had swallowed the alcohol, she realised what she was doing, and thought, "Shit!" and spat it out into the air immediately.
Velvet and Madison observed this, and gave each-other a look that silently said that this was definitely one of the most bizarre things they'd ever seen.
Angelina dropped the empty liquor bottle in to her lap and sat back in her chair, rubbing her forehead with her fingers. Internally fuming, she thought to herself, "Good God, babies, can't even have a drink when you're having 'em! Might be, might be, Angelina, jesus!"
Madison piped up, making an attempt to calm the obviously irritated Angelina, "You practicing your Triple H impersonation there, Ang?"
Angelina looked up from the floor slowly, not moving her hand away from her face and shooting Madison a look of death, she really wasn't in the mood for humorous remarks right now.
Madison nodded, understanding that now obviously wasn't the time to make jokes.
Velvet commented, bitchily, "Y'know, Ang, anger isn't your best look." She turned back towards Madison and continued to apply blusher to her friend's face, as Madison applied eye liner to her.
Angelina managed to control the extreme urge to get up and choke the life out of Velvet. Velvet cared about no-one else except herself; she couldn't even begin to understand problems beyond that of a broken mirror or, omg, even worse, a chipped finger nail.
Angelina reflected on the scene before her, "I always thought I was just like them. That all that mattered was to look good and be better than everyone else. Turns out, I hate the very thing that I am."
Snapping out of her thoughts, Angelina threw her bag away from herself, stood up and turned to the full length mirror hanging on the wall, which she was amazed Velvet hadn't commandeered as well. She fixed her top as it was slightly out of place, and checked to see if she had any marks on her pants. Looking up from her pants, Angelina fiddled with her long blonde curls, thinking over and over in her mind about what she'd just seen and what had happened in the bathroom. She could barley stand this, and kept thinking about what would happen if the positive pregnancy test belonged to her. "What would I do with a baby?" she thought to herself, "Me? Angelina Love? A mom? No kid deserves me as their mom. My own mom always said I don't have a maternal bone my body. She was right." Angelina ran a hand through her hair, adding some volume to it, and kept thinking, "Everyone would find out that I slept with him if I told the truth. His name would have to be on the birth certificate; no baby of mine is having a blank space for a father on their records. I'd probably get called a slut, and I'd deserve it too. I never should went near him, hell, if I was his wife, I'd kick my ass."
Angelina then turned to her fellow BP members and asked, "Are you two nearly ready then? Your match starts in like a minute, Velvet."
Velvet put the cosmetics she was using down, turned to the mirror next to her and pursed her lips, smoothing out her lip-gloss. She made a 'Mwah' noise and stood up, replying to Angelina through the mirror, "Ready."
Angelina rolled her eyes at Velvet, the woman couldn't even do her the decency of replying to her face, she was so obsessed with her own reflection that even talking to people had to somehow involve looking at herself.
Madison put down her eye pencil and took the hand of Velvet that was being offered to help her up. She turned towards Angelina, thinking to herself, "I wonder what was going on with the liquor. Meh, she probably didn't like the taste or something, she did just pick the first one she got her hands on."
All three members of The Beautiful People then headed out of their locker room, Velvet grabbing a picture of herself from the table along the way.
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Taylor lay resting in the Motor City Machine Guns' locker room, Alex's jacket covering her upper body to keep her warm. Alex was taking a shower and Chris hadn't come back at all.
Taylor smiled to herself as she thought about Chris, his efforts in finding a girlfriend were epically failing and she felt bad for finding it hilarious but it was hard not to.
Just as Taylor was about to drift off to sleep, she was startled when her cell phone beeped. She sighed and slowly rose up from her comfy position, pushed the jacket off of herself, reached back and picked up her cell from the side table. Her newest text, from her best friend Lauren, read, "hey wilde one, jst txtin 2 c if u and Alex wnt 2 come out with me and homicide, shud b a fun nite, hope you cn come, luv ya sweetie xx"
Taylor smiled, Lauren was so happy now she and Homicide had got together, it was very cute.
As happy as she was for them though, Taylor also couldn't help but feel that everything Lauren now did somehow had to revolve around her relationship with Homicide, they never spent any girl time together anymore and Taylor felt that the person she once thought she could tell anything was too preoccupied to listen to her. She'd even called her last night for some support, but Lauren didn't answer nor call her back. Taylor shrugged her shoulders sadly and texted back a reply, which read "hey brooky, thnkz bt I'm nt feelin wel 2day so I thnk I'm jst gona go home an go 2 bed, u 2 hav a gd time tho, luv ya 2, xx"
Taylor tossed her phone away from her, and sighed, unhappily. She and Lauren had always said the other would be the first person they'd tell if they ever even had a feeling they were pregnant, never had it crossed Taylor's mind that it would be Angelina Love whom she first shared that kind of news with. "I wonder who she thinks got her pregnant" Taylor thought, "I haven't heard of her dating anybody since she broke up with Eric like, 5 months ago."
Taylor slowly turned her head towards the bathroom door, staring at it, thinking, "Well, my baby's daddy is right in there. How's he going to handle this? We haven't even discussed...................maybe he won't want me anymore." Tears began to well up in her eyes at the thought of Alex leaving her and their baby all on their own. She waved her hands in front of her face and took a deep breath, if Alex walked in right there he'd know something was wrong.
Taylor then had the idea to distract herself, a thought popping into her head that she should put her cell in her purse before she lost it in the bombsite that was this locker room, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack if a dinky little thing like a cell phone got lost in it.
Taylor got up from the couch, groaning as she was very comfortable just laying there for a while. She looked and walked around the room, searching for her purse. She looked around for a few more seconds, and then it hit her; she'd left it in the women's bathroom in her hurry to get out of there after what happened with Angelina, Saeed and Daffney.
Taylor put her head in her heads and inwardly cursed herself, she knew that she had to go get her purse, now, because if anyone found it and looked in it, they'd see her pregnancy test box, and she couldn't deal with everyone talking about it before she even knew for sure or told Alex.
Turning towards the door, she suddenly remembered something else. She still had the pregnancy tests in her pockets.
She opened the locker room door and stepped into the hallway. Turning around from closing the locker room door, she noticed a trash can across the hall, and thought that it'd be better if she got rid of the tests now. She looked around to make sure no-one was watching, thinking to herself, "No-one will know their mine and Angelina's, who's gonna rifle through a trash can anyway?" and dumped the tests into the trash can.
As Taylor jogged off towards the bathroom, Lauren Brooke stood still a few meters away, looking as if she was frozen in time, thoughts racing throug her head trying to process what she had just seen her best friend with in her hands.
Arriving at the bathroom, Taylor opened the door and saw no other Knockouts in sight. She walked over to the cubicle she had used earlier, and opened the door to find her purse there, just as she had left it. Smiling with relief, Taylor grabbed it and slung it over her shoulder. Exiting the cubicle, she had a sudden thought, "I wonder if Angelina left her's too?" She searched through a few cubicles until she saw a black and purple purse with D&G printed on the front lying abandoned in a corner, recognising it as belonging to Angelina from seeing her with it earlier in the day. She thought to herself, "I can't stand the woman but hey, she's gotta be feeling exactly what I'm feeling right now."
Taylor picked up Angelina's purse and slung it over her other shoulder, she decided there that she would just leave it in the Beautiful People locker room, she wouldn't have to even see Angelina as she was out at the ring managing Velvet.
Taylor exited the bathroom, and headed to the Beautiful People's locker room.
Turning a corner, she noticed Christy Hemme sitting on a bench drinking water and greeted her, trying her best to be her normal, perky self, "Hey Christy"
Christy smiled at her and answered, "Hey Taylor. You okay?"
Taylor lied, and nodded vigorously, "Yeah, I'm fine. Tired I guess, but I'm fine."
Christy looked at her with a raised eyebrow, sensing that Taylor wasn't being genuine, but decided to leave it, "Okay. Lauren was looking for you a few minutes ago by the way."
Taylor replied, slightly surprised that Lauren was looking for her, "Oh…..really? Thanks, I'll catch up with her. Um, bye."
She heard a faint "Bye" as she walked away as fast as she could, relieved that Christy chose not to pry. Taylor finally stopped at her desired destination after a few more minutes searching. She knocked on the door and, no surprise, didn't get an answer.
She opened the door slowly and stepped in. Looking around, she had to give Angelina, Velvet and Madison credit where credit was due; they had a cushy pad in here.
She laid Angelina's bag down on a table slowly, and as she did, she looked up at the giant full length mirror facing her.
Taylor stared at her reflection, it seemed like seeing herself made her unable to hold her tears from before back, and as they fell from her eyes, she covered her face with her hands, unable to look at herself anymore.
After a while, she tried to pull herself together, taking in a deep breath and wiping her tears away, "It's my own stupid damn fault I'm in this situation, tears won't change it" she scolded herself.
Suddenly, Taylor heard the sound of the door creaking open behind her. She looked up sharply into the mirror, and her tear-filled eyes widened with fear as she saw Daffney standing behind her, smiling evilly as she held a steel chair. Taylor could only manage to stammer out a cry of "No......" before her world went black as Daffney violently slammed the chair into her back.