Warning: The FRENCH version is already COMPLETE, but in order to avoid spoilers I'll publish it AFTER the English one. As English isn't my mother language, please, don't hesitate to tell me if you saw some mistakes and I'll correct them :)
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"WHAT THE BIGGER PICTURE IS FOR"
Chapter 2 - Empty bed and Memories
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"Justin, it's… It's Wade again… Listen, uh… Call me as soon as you get this message. Please…"
Wade hung up and sighed, resisting the urge to smash the phone against the wall, knowing it wouldn't help at all. Quite the contrary. He passed a hand in his hair and stared for an unknown time at the ceiling above him. He finally turned his head on the left and looked at the digital watch. 02:37 am. Against his will, like iron needles attracted by a magnetic pole, his eyes shifted slightly on the right and rested once more on the bed against the wall.
The empty bed and untouched sheets which reminded him so cruelly of the absence of his annoying hyperactive roommate. So many nights he had wanted to strangle Heath when the latter insisted to watch cartoons until he felt asleep. So many nights he had wanted to choke him with his pillow in order to put an end to his bison-type of snoring. He had actually spent some nights, standing by Heath's bed, looking down with a pillow in his hands, contemplating that sweet possibility, also wondering how a journey in jail would affect his future career in WWE.
So many nights he had wondered why the hell had he accepted to share a room with this crazy ginger ninja at NXT, before remembering that the other rookies had left him no other choice. The red-haired was the only one left after they had all made their arrangements for the rooms. And Justin had made it quite clear to Heath why exactly they all wanted him to share a room with Wade.
"A southern boy obsessed with zombies who loves country music, and watches cartoons until dawn might give Wade the big brain aneurysm we are aaaaall hoping for".
And the South-African had been almost right, proving to Wade that Albert Einstein's theory had been wrong: approaching the speed of light wasn't slowing time. Spending hours listening to Heath's rambling about the best methods to survive a zombies invasion while having Family Guy running on TV in the background, did.
Though he realized it now, Heath wasn't such a bad person to live with. He was floating in his own world most of the time, and was completely insensitive to Wade's mind games, but he was certainly much more agreeable to live with than Daniel Bryan had ever been. That man had never ceased once to complain about his pro, The Miz. Okay, Wade had to admit that anybody would have complained about The Miz, but why did he have to play the shrink with his roommate lying on his bed and pouring all the stress and bitterness out of his heart? Wade hadn't shown a tender or helping side to Daniel. Quite the contrary. He had even added a few pressures here and there, using as leverage some of Daniel's suspected unresolved father issues. Anybody who would nervously snap, would actually be one less competitor in front of him. So when Heath had moved in, the ginger had read a "DIE, WADE! DIE!" painted in red on the wall. Daniel's departure gift.
Wade had left that piece of art visible, hoping it would attack Heath's mood and make him a bit vulnerable, easier to defeat on the ring afterwards. But the southerner just had an amused shrug and declared that they'd probably have to clean or paint over it, in order to avoid the additional fee when checking out at the end of the NXT tournament. This was when Wade had understood that getting rid of the One Man Rock Band would be way more difficult than he had expected.
And here he was now, regretting all these crazy moments, realizing that they were part of the best moments he had got while in NXT. He would never admit this out loud, of course, and certainly not to Heath, in fear of the One Man Rock Band's legendary friendly hugs and loud kisses on the cheek. For someone as few inclined to public demonstrations of affection as Wade was, Heath was a living nightmare.
But his abrupt and inexplicable departure made Wade realize that his annoying silly ginger had actually been quite close to the definition of a friend. Even, of his best friend. He forcefully closed his eyes in order not to see the empty bed in front of him, good and happy memories playing in his mind, Wade realized that the old adage was true.
You always realize what you had, once you lost it.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Why is Justin's phone still off? What exactly happened to Heath? Could it mark the end of the Nexus? Come back at next chapter to find out more.