Chapter 9: I'll be there for you
Paul goes for the dropsault. 1, 2, 3…the match is over! "And here is your winner…Paul London!"
Justin Roberts announced as Laura got off the crate and stood their. She felt extremely nervous, she had no idea why either, she had just talked to Paul a few minutes ago, they were becoming good friends.
"Nice match." Laura smiled clapping her hands as Paul came through the curtain. "You watched?" Paul smirked. "Of course. You're always entertaining." She smiled. "The knee okay?"
"A little sore, but I think it'll be alright." Paul nodded holding his left knee and stretching his leg out to see how bad it was.
Laura noticed him wince. "Maybe you should get it checked out." She said advisedly
"Yeah, I think that'd be the smart thing to do." He laughed. "You're a wise girl."
"Funny thing, Sara and I just called you a wise man earlier." She chuckled.
Paul laughed. "Oh really? Glad to see I'm being talked about. All good stuff, I hope!"
"Of course Paul." She said, the smile not leaving her face from the minute she started talking to him. "Go get it checked out now." She said a bit concerned.
"I will. Thanks." He looked back for a second and nodded to himself before going into the trainers room.
She kept her eyes on him as he walked. 'I can't leave til I know he's okay.' She thought to herself and headed to the trainers room.
She walked inside and chuckled to herself seeing Paul sitting on the table, kicking his feet back and forth.
"Moping?" She sat beside him as the doctor kept examining his leg. "What are you doing here?" He said in a funny tone.
"Wanted to see if you're okay." She shrugged not knowing what else to say.
"Well thanks. He said I tore something in my leg, I'll be off for the next week or two."
"Not bad." She smiled.
"Just take it easy, you should have a sibling watch after you, and you'll be on crutches for the first week." The doctor instructed, handing him pain killers.
"Okay doc. I'll have to call Jon up." Paul said taking his cell out.
"Don't bother.." Laura blurted.
"Why not?" Paul said squinting one of his eyes confused.
"I'll watch after you…I mean if you want me to or if you'd rather Jon, I understand." She started rambling on not knowing how Paul would react.
He put his cell back in his pocket. "No, no, really. I'd love that, you seem like you're good with watching after Sara…Sorry about your parents by the way." He replied softly.
"Yeah..Thanks, it was tough at first, but we seem to be doing okay." She smiled.
Paul got down off the table as Laura started to.
"Allow me, madam." He laughed and picked her up off the table, except he didn't let her down.
"Paulyyy.." She giggled. "Let me down."
Paul laughed and finally stood her on the floor.
"That was mean." She said playfully.
"Nah…So Pauly, huh?" He looked at her and grinned a little as she looked at him confused. "You called me Pauly, not Paul." He laughed.
Laura laughed a little feeling slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, I think the names cute." She shrugged, her cheeks turning slightly red.
"It is." He smirked. "So I'm coming home with you today or are we going to Texas for the next couple of weeks?"
"You can come to my place. I want you to be comfortable and not be worried about doing your own laundry and whatnot." She gave him a small smile.
"Alright. Well you go grab your things, while I get dressed and come get me when you're ready." Paul nodded giving her the go ahead.
"Okay, PAULY!" She shouted and laughed as she headed out the door and bumped into Daryl.
"What's going on with you two?" Daryl raised an eyebrow.
"Eh, nothing. Taking him home with me for the next two weeks, so he can recover, he pulled something in his leg." She shrugged.
"Taking him home with you, oh really?" Daryl laughed as Laura bit her lip trying not to laugh. "Whatever Daryl, I'll just be taking care of him." She found herself smiling.
"Nursing him back to health, I assume." Daryl laughed. "Alright, I'll stop with the jokes. I need to go meet Alvins parents tonight anyway."
"Wow, big step there, good luck hun. I'll call you soon." She gave Daryl a hug and went back to the womens lockeroom to grab her things.
"Yeah, Paul injures his leg…it looked like." Ashley said to a few other divas as Laura walked in.
Laura held her breath not wanting to bother to talk to her. She had heard about her past with Paul before, but wasn't sure what to believe anymore.
"Oh, what happened?" Mickie (James) asked curiously.
"I have no idea, I wasn't watching. Poor guy, gotta love him." Ashley said while packing her things.
"Of course you weren't watching, you could care less about the man." Laura mumbled not knowing she just said that aloud.
Mickie tries her hardest not to laugh and looked at Laura, then at Ashleys expression change.
"Like, Excuse me?" Ashley snarled and stopped packing.
"You heard me. You don't give a shit about that man. I sat and watched the match, went to the back to see if he was alright, and offered to take care of him for the next two weeks." Laura exclaimed.
"I live in Austin, I should be the one taking care of him." Ashley said getting pissed off.
"Well if the rumors are true, I don't think Matt would be too happy, skank." Laura chuckled starting to walk out.
"Well you know what, I'll go talk to Paul about this, I'm sure he'd rather me take care of him." She grinned and walked out with her bag.
"Why do I even bother?" Laura threw her bag against the wall and sat down against the wall. " Fine let her talk to him." She said to herself. "I just don't care anymore."
Is Paul going to make the same mistake over three times, even though Ashley is back with Matt?