"You're ridiculous!" I laugh, bracing myself against Jon. We were in the middle of one of the training rings and he had me in a headlock under his arm.
"Say it." He tells me. By his tone of voice I could tell he was wearing a shit eating girl. "Say it..." He chuckles again squeezing his grip a little.
"Dean Ambrose is the best." I finally grumble with a roll of my eyes. He immediately lets go of me and takes a step back, grinning the whole time.
"That wasn't too hard was it?" He smirks.
"I hate your face." I sneer at him. "You're a cheater, taking advantage of a defenseless woman that doesn't know any wrestling moves." I add.
"That's not true, I've taught you a bunch of moves." Joe states from the other ring. Nice, Joe... Thanks for that.
"Like what?" Jon asks. He was trying to hide it, but I could see the jealously that flashed across his face at Joe's comment. I could also tell that Joe threw that comment out there to gain that reaction.
"He's taught me to lock up, that DDT that you do, clothes line..." I rattle off thinking of a few off my head. He'd actually taught me a lot more. It was a rainy day and we moved all the furniture in the living room against the wall and practiced wrestling moves all day. It was a blast.
"Of course." Jon murmurs rolling his eyes.
"Stop it." I warn him.
"He's just mad because he wasn't around for it." Joe pops off. He raises his eyebrows at Jon, basically as a challenge and leans up against the top rope, folding his hands on the other side.
"Ya know what man? I get it, I've been a shitty fuckin' boyfriend lately. You're a great fucking friend for pointing it out." He growls at Joe. "But I'm glad she had someone to go to." He adds after a moment and turns away, sliding out of the ring.
"Why did you do that? It was a little uncalled for." I say to Joe, hoisting myself up on the turnbuckle and sitting there. I watch Jon as he paces a side of the wall for a moment before going to his water bottle in the corner.
"Because I'm an asshole." Joe shrugs in response. "I was your friend before I was his. My loyalty lies with you, especially when I know he's in the wrong." He tells me pointing an accusing finger at Jon. I don't say anything, only roll my eyes and focused on the man in the corner of the room with the hurt ego. "You're always welcome you know. At the house. Always." He states following suit with Jon and sliding out of the ring. Joe though, retreats to a different area of the performance center to work on weight training. Jon makes eye contact with me from across the room and he looks away. He was totally stressed out right now. I sigh and hop down from the turn buckle, walking over to him.
"What's eating you?" I ask him, leaning my shoulder up against the wall.
"Nothin'." He replies shortly, sitting down in the chair next to me.
"Don't fucking lie to me." I say in a softer tone. I reach out and run my fingers through his hair, then down his face. "What's, wrong?" I ask again.
"Joe was there for you." He finally sighs. "He was there, when I should have been. You should have been able to come to me, not scared and tell me. I should have held you, and comforted to you and I didn't. Joe did... And I was just a fuckin' dick." He mutters, staring right at the floor. It was obvious that it was eating him, tearing him up inside.
"Jon..." I sigh. As much as I wanted to stay mad at him it hurt my heart to see him like this. The feeling of anger towards him was gone. "It's ok, I forgive you." I tell him squatting down between his knees. I rest my elbows on either knee and look up at him, "Alright?" I ask.
"Sweet pea, I can never take any of that back. We'll never be able to rewind and do it over but if I could I would." He states.
"I love you." I say to him, resting my forehead against his chest.
"I love you to doll." He murmurs. I feel his chin sit on top of my head and we sit there for a minute or two in silence.
"Why don't you go get your junk and we'll leave?" I suggest, my words slightly muffled by his shirt.
"Where are we goin'?" He asks, rubbing my upper arms with his hands.
"Home I suppose." I shrug. "You need to get your wrestling gear for the show tonight anyway, it's in Cocoa right?" I ask.
"Yeah the Cocoa armory." He answers. "I'll go get my bag, you're coming to the show?" He asks, hopping up from the chair.
"I haven't decided yet." I answer, "Go get your junk." I say, starting off back towards where Joe was training with both his cousins. "We're going to head out, I'll see you later alright?" I call to him.
"Come here." He says, pointing to the apron. I roll my eyes and pull myself up using the second rope. "Remember, you can call or come over any time. You have a key." He says looking at me seriously.
"I know Joe." I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you, I'll text you later." I tell him, hopping back down.
"Love you too." He says before directing his attention back over to the guys.
******...********
"Oh my god, I know you're trying to give me a fucking heart attack?!" I hiss at Jon as the medics rush him past me to the medical room. I follow closely behind them and when I go to walk in through the door one of the men stops me.
"Mam, you can't come in here right now." He tells me firmly.
"The fuck I can't, you better get out of my fucking way." I growl at him.
"You ain't gonna be able to keep her out Justin." I hear Jon chuckle from the counter. We glare at each other for a moment, before he sighs and steps to the side. "Sweet pea, I'm fine really." He tells me.
"You're not fine, you're bleeding from the fucking head Jon and your shoulder is out of place. I can see it!" I exclaim, running my fingers lightly over his dislocated shoulder.
"Excuse me mam." One of the men says to me politely, he nudges my side encouraging me to step to the side which I do. "Alright I'm going to pop you back into place, then we'll stitch you up. You're probably going to need a sling and be out for at least a week." He adds.
"I'm gonna kill myself." I mutter shaking my head.
"A little over dramatic don't ya think?" Jon smirks. His smirks fade quickly though when the medic rotates his arm, popping his shoulder back into its correct location. "That fuckin' sucked." He groans.
"Lets look at your head yeah?" He asks, glancing up at me.
"I'll move back." I finally cave taking a few steps away from Jon so the guy could get in there. He cleans the blood off of Jon's forehead and I breath a sigh of relief when I see that it wasn't as bad as I'd originally thought.
"Well you're going to live." The man tells him, putting a small bandage over the cut. "You still need to take a break though, that arm isn't 100% you need to give it some time."
"How long?" Jon asks, obviously unpleased with the situation.
"For now a week, come back to me on Tuesday and I'll look at it again. You're not going to be out for long, don't worry." He answers, before turning to me. "Keep and eye on him." He states.
"You got it." I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.
"This fuckings bites." He grumbles as we walk down the hallway. He was a few angry steps ahead of me, pissed off from behind sidelined. "Can't believe I'm out a week, what am I supposed to do?" He adds annoyed.
"Spend time with me." I suggest casually. He stops with his long strides and turns around, his face softer. "We could go away for a week." I say to him.
"Come here sweet pea." He murmurs, extending his arms. I walk right into them, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Where do you want to go, we're kind of poor mother fuckers." He chuckles, kissing my forehead.
"We don't need to go to freaking Greece or anything." I laugh. "How about we drive down to the keys for a few days?" I ask him.
"Just the two of us?" He questions hopefully.
"Just the two of us." I grin.
"I, am, game." He nods. He throws his arm over my shoulder and we walk the length of the hallway, Joe was at the end of the hallway. "What's up man." Jon greets him.
"How's the shoulder?" Joe asks, pointing to it.
"I'll live." He shrugs. "Out for a few days though, so that fuckin' sucks." He adds.
"Yeah, well it could have been worse." He tells him. "Y'all headed home?" He asks.
"Yeah. I think we're having a bon fire tonight by the river, you guys should come over." I tell Joe, giving him a hug.
"I'll ask the guys what the plan is, I rode in with them." He replies. "I'm glad you're alright man, I've got to go get ready for my match." He says, offering a small smile before excusing himself down the hallway.
"Can we go home now?" I sigh.
"Yeah, doll face. Lets go home." Jon chuckle, lacing our fingers as we walked. "You know what's awesome?" He questions and I look at him expectantly. "The fact that you're back to calling it home." He smiles.
"What is... that guy doing?" I mumble to Jon, pointing to the guy across the parking lot. Jon looks in the direction in was directing him too and tilts his head, seemingly interested. Buddy was across the lot, no shirt on, lime green speedo that barely covered his junk, some knee high converse with a boombox on his shoulders doing some kind of hanky panky... Cupid shuffle dance thingy. "Oh my god..." I chuckle, burying my face behind his arm.
"Dude is gettin' it." Jon grins, pulling me out from behind his arm. He plants me right in front of him and wraps his arms around me, holding me there. "He's got the moves like Jagger, we should go take some fuckin' lessons." He teases me.
"Oh god..." I laugh, "Shut up!" I tell him, smacking his ribs.
"Get in the truck." He smirks, opening the passenger door. "So I'll give you a credit card and you book the trip." He says, "I can't plan for shit." He adds.
"Yeah, I know." I agree. "When do you want to leave? Tomorrow?" I ask hopefully.
"We're going to be up late tonight, how about day after tomorrow." He suggests.
***...***...***...***
"Colby wants to go and visit his parents in Iowa in a few weeks for his mother's birthday." Kelly says from the window. I was in the kitchen throwing some food together, the guys were outside around the fire with Trinity.
"So?" I ask her, trying to get a little more information.
"I'm nervous." She says simply.
"Why?" I scoff, popping a cheeto into my mouth.
"I've never met them!" She exclaims, "What if they hate me?" She murmurs, looking back at me. "What if they don't think I'm good enough to date their soon?" She asks.
"Alright, Jon." I tease her. "You're just as bad as he was with my parents. Listen, it's going to be fine. They're going to love you, what's not to love?" I ask her. "You're perfect. Pretty, blonde, sweet and halfway intelligent." I add with a smirk.
"Shut up." She chuckles shaking her head. "You really think they'll like me?"
"Oh my god Kelly. For one thing I can't believe it's been like 4 years that you've been with Colby and you haven't met his family, that's fucking weird and secondly yes I really think they'll like you." I sigh. "You want some of this?" I offer her, motioning to the leftovers.
"No, I'm not hungry thanks." She replies. "So you guys are going to the Keys? That'll be good for you I think." She states looking at me thoughtfully.
"It'll be nice to have a few days of peace with just Jon." I nod in agreement. She grins at Jon when he walks in the front door and walks out right behind him. "Whatcha doin?" I ask him.
"Checkin on ya." He smirks.
"I'm eating leftovers." I shrug. "Are you hungry?" I ask him.
"Nah, not for food." He wags his eyebrows coming around the counter of the kitchen. "What was the damages?" He asks softly, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
"Oh somewhere around $500 bucks." I grin. He pulls back with wide eyes, "Stop, I'll pay it off in a week. I've got like 4 photo gigs coming up."
"We can afford it... It's fine." He says, kissing my forehead.
"We can't afford shit. We're dirt ass poor." I laugh, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his lips.
"Our poor selves, need to pack!" He tells me, herding me into the bedroom.
A/N: I really have nothing to say lol :) Review?