Chapter 8: So In Love With Two

I separate from Chris as fast as I can. "Evan…uh…" I turn bright red, "You're not interrupting anything."

"That didn't look like nothing," he says, a twinge of sadness in his voice. "If you two are busy I can come back later."

I shake my head and look at Chris and then at Evan, "Evie…I…"

"We're not busy." Chris says. "Just…I'll see you around Meghan." He exits the room rather hastily. At first I thought that it was just embarrassment at being walked in on kissing but the look he gave Evan as he left made me think otherwise.

Evan looks at me as he sits down where Chris had been, "You really like him huh?"

"He's a good person Evan. Just like you."

"If you only knew…" he mutters, thinking that I can't hear him. But I can and that statement makes me upset. I don't say anything about it though.

"I forgot to ask Chris, what exactly did the doctor diagnose me with?" I frown, trying to get the subject of Chris out of my mind. God, my lips still tingle from that kiss.

"You've got about 17 stitches in your head and you had a mild concussion," he sighs.

"And that equals how many days I won't be able to wrestle?" I ask, waiting for a horrible amount of time.

Evan laughs, "None. Doctors said you'd be fine by next week."

I smile, "You should laugh more often."

He blushes, "I…I only feel happy when I'm around my friends."

"And why is that?"

"Because I know that they'll like me for me and not hate me for any reason," he responds. There's a hint of sadness in his voice as he looks out the window.

"What reason could anyone possibly have to hate a guy like you?"

It's silent for a few minutes and I feel uncomfortable. As hard as Chris is to figure out, Evan's even harder. He's like a child with a terrible combination of ADD and bipolar disorder that hasn't taken his medicine in days. "Meghan…do you not like me because I'm not as big or as strong as Chris?" Evan asks, finally breaking the silence.

I gape at him, why would he even ask a question like that. "Evan, you may not be as tall or as big as Chris but you may be even stronger than he is." I assure.

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah right."

"I'm being serious Evan."

"Ok, how am I stronger than Jericho?" he asks, "The guy beats people like The Undertake and the strongest guy I've ever beat up is Chavo Guerrero."

"Strength isn't just measured in how much you can lift or how strong of people you can beat up. There are all types of strength and Evan your strong in spirit. Out in that ring you've got a spirit that I've only ever seen matched by one person."

"Who?"
"Rey Mysterio. In fact, you remind me of every clip we were shown of Rey up at The Dungeon.

You don't have to be ashamed to be little. Mr. Hartt use to say, 'It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.'"

He smiles at me, "No one's ever told me that before."

"Well, they just have."

He smiles as he holds out the box of chocolates and teddy bear, "I bought them in the hospital gift shop. I thought you'd like them."

I take the presents and smile as I open up the box of chocolates. "Evan…" I try to hold a giggle back, "…did you get hungry on the way up?" In the box of 30 chocolates, only 15 are left.

He rubs the back of his neck with a hand and sheepishly grins, "Kinda."

We break into laughter and I feel compelled to ask about his secret. But I don't. Instead I just keep laughing. I smile at him, "I like this Evan so much better."

"You know, I guess I do to," he smiles. There's a new look to his eyes, something more jovial and sweet. A vibrant energy that makes you just want to smile.

"So you win your match tonight?"

He shakes his head, "I didn't have one. The only time I set foot in that ring tonight was when Jericho and I ran out to help you."

"I thought you were suppose to fight Kofi tonight for the U.S. championship?" I ask puzzled.

"I was."

"But…Evan…did you miss your shot at the U.S. title because you wanted to make sure I was okay?" I ask, already feeling the lump in my throat.

"Title shots come and go if you deserve it but the chance to help a person who needs it badly can only come one. If I hadn't of run down there, I hate to think about what could have happened." Evan replies.

I can't help but let the tears fall. I know how much Evan wanted to become United States Champion and have a great match with one of his closest friends. Instead, what does he do? He gives up that right just to make sure I am okay. I owe Evan something, I know I do. "Evan…"

"Hey, if I'm not allowed to be sad and cry you're not allowed to be sad and cry. Buck up," he smiles.

I wipe the tears away and smile, "It's just…no one has ever done such a nice thing for me."

"Not even your friends from The Dungeon?" Evan asks.

I look at him, "How did you…"

"They called your cell phone earlier and since you weren't up yet I thought I'd be nice and I answered. They said they'll be in Seattle for a few hours and that you gotta meet up with them."

"You…did you tell them who you were?"

"Yeah because when I told them you couldn't answer your phone the guy sounded awfully pissed. Of course he apologized but he sounded really protective."

"Tyson." I smile, "He's always been protective of me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Once when I had my first exhibition match in Canada, he refused to let me go out to the ring unless I brought him along. And that match was even against my other friend Natalia."

Evan laughs, "I use to be the same way with my friend Ashley."

"What do you mean use to be?"
"She got married and got someone else to protect her." Evan nods.

"Is that the reason you're so shy?" I ask.

He looks away again, "No."

I nod, "Okay."

He looks back at me and says, "The new guy really hates you doesn't he?"
"Let's just say David and I have never gotten along. Not even when we were younger."

"Why?"

I shrug, "It's been so long ago that I don't even know why it started. I was a freshman in high school when I started at The Dungeon and he was two years older than me."

Evan nods, "I like you're ring technique. Reminds me of Paul London."

"I like Paul London's in ring abilities. I liked Brian to but Paul was my favorite. I based my in ring technique on him."

"Well…I should be going."

I nod and hug Evan, "Bye."

He leaves ad I hang my head. I really don't know what to do anymore.