Hi all, here is a really really really short update. I'm having some writers block but found a little inspiration for this story. I should be updating again soon (before next week). Sorry for the delay and please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own my OC's, unfortunately.
Tinsley sat alone in her apartment staring at the blue plastic tub in front of her. There were certain things she had taken after the break up that she didn't unpack. Pictures, gifts, letters, and a t shirt of Randy's that she had stolen. She hadn't expected to look at this stuff again for a very long time but her lunch with John and what he had said had her taking a walk down memory lane.
She'd decided that John was full of shit, no way that Randy-can't-be-without-a-woman Orton was still in love with her. He probably had plans to move his new girl in shortly. Tinsley mentally scolded herself for letting that thought bother her.
She sighed heavily and removed the lid and began to go through the boxes content.
Randy was trying to think of a smooth way to ask about John's lunch with Tinsley. John, who knew that Randy wanted to know, had remained tight lipped about the whole thing, no small feat knowing what a big mouth he was.
"So, what are you doing today?" John asked coming into the kitchen.
"Um..nothing. What are you doing?"
"Nothing I guess."
"You can do things without me, Cena. I'm not your keeper."
"Well I kind of can't seeing as you won't let me drive your cars. And besides Tinsley has plans today."
Randy tensed slightly but kept his calm.
"Oh, really?" he said nonchalantly hoping that John would continue talking.
"Yep. We should go play paintball, I saw a place yesterday."
"I'm gonna pass on that, getting shot with balls of paint isn't my idea of fun. You should call Nathan though, he loves that kind of shit."
"No, I came to St. Louis to hang out with you, and we haven't done anything." John said moving to the refrigerator and getting a Coke. "Hey, we should go out tonight. Have a few beers."
Randy sighed, he didn't want to go out but like always John would bug him to death if he said no. On the bright side, he hoped he could get John to open up about Tinsley if he had some alcohol in him.
"Yeah, that sounds good." he said.
Tinsley was halfway through the box and surprisingly tear free, then she came upon the pictures. There were a lot of albums, they'd seemed to take pictures of everything, and just seeing them made her eyes water a little. She considered not opening them but decided to just get it over with. She opened the first one to the first page and smiled. It was, ironically, the first picture they'd taken as a couple. She was sitting on his lap at his parents house. They were on the mantle, his hand was firmly on her hip and they looked impossibly happy. After all the turmoil of their relationship Tinsley would still give anything to go back to that moment, when he loved her and she loved him and everything just seemed right. She got a few pages in the album before she began to cry, the albums served as an almost daily chronicle of their relationship. Nearly all their first were documented, first wedding attended together, first taping she had attended, first anniversary etc. She finished the first album before taking a breather.
She walked to her kitchen and looked at her cell phone. She had a new text from John.
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