Pure Intentions
Chapter Five: Closer

Monday Night RAW / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

"Alright, sis. Its my time to go and kick Cena's ass again." Chris Irvin (known as Chris Jericho to the millions of wrestling fans gathered here in the venue and to the billions at home) smirked. His sister Violet wished him luck with a supportive hug. "Good luck! But I don't see how you'll need it."

Y2J kissed the top of her head. "Oh shut it, you 'lil suck up." He replied, grinning wildly. He was joking of course.

Violet crinkled her nose because he just had to have messed up her strawberry blonde hair. Her hands combed it through to fix it and make sure it wasn't tangled in any place. "Later, Chris."

He looked back over his shoulder as he was walked to the gorilla position. "See ya, Vi." There, he awaited to make his enterance.

Violet sighed, not knowing what to do. The hallway seemed completely void of anybody to talk to. No one was around, not even the staff and crew for some reason. The younger sister of Chris "Jericho" opted to leave after strolling throught the hallway for quite some time. She knew Chris would get mad, but her boredom was excruciating. She hoped he would understand.

As she neared the exit (that led to the parking lot), she heard a familiar male voice call out to her.

"Leaving without saying goodbye, then?"

She had a pretty good idea about who the voice belonged to. Violet turned back around to face the person, and her guess proved to be right. "Hey, Shawn."

His blue eyes carefully found hers. "Why are you leaving when your brother's in a match?"

She shrugged and inserted her hands into her jeans pockets. "I'm bored."

He remained silent before offering a suggestion. "You should stick around for him. If not, then stay for me."

Violet scoffed playfully. "Um...Ok. But its for him... not you." She said, causing Shawn's grin to fade.

"Aw, and I thought you liked me." He feigned a hurt look. Violet treaded over to him. "I guess not as much as you thought."

The Heartbreak Kid chuckled. "Ah, well, you cares what you think."

The sister of Y2J clenched her fist and punched the older man's shoulder.

"Ow!"

Violet laughed, HBK rubbing his right arm with his left hand as the pain began to spread.

"What was that for?" He cried, broadening his smile.

"You know what that was for." She responded coolly, beginning to walk down the hall. He kept up to her pace as he strode beside her.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I admit, I still don't care what you think."

This earned him another hit.

"Ow! Stop doing that!"

"Stop saying that! You make it seem like I'm nothing... nobody."

Shawn entered the room in which they had been in that previous Monday night with Violet following suit. "You know I'm kidding. I'd never say that to you if I wasn't joking."

Her green orbs softened as she sat down on the biggest leather couch. He joined her, sitting next to her; but keeping his distance at the same time.

And Chris Jericho is down! The referee is starting the 10 count!

Violet abruptly turned to the screen to see her brother lying very still on the mat. "Come on Chris!" She encouraged, well aware that he wouldn't be able to hear her. She hoped, and prayed silently that he was alright, while Shawn cheered him on as well.

The referee had reached six when Chris had finally gathered his strength to get to his feet. He tiredly ran and rolled back into the ring before he could be counted out.

"Yes!" Violet cried, happy that her brother was perfectly fine, and was able to get back to beating Cena within the following minutes. The man sitting beside her's lips pulled up in a smile at this sight. "Your adorable, you know that?"

Violet furrowed her brows in confusion and surprise at his comment. "Your just saying that.." She responded shyly, turning her attention back to the screen.

Mr. Wrestlemania sunk back into the couch comfortably. "I'm not... Your beautiful, Violet."

And within these words, Violet gazed wonderously at the man, and he did the exact same her. Their bodies inched closer together every silent second, their lips awaiting to meet.

"Am I interrupting anything?"

Instantaneously, the two glanced to the doorway. There stood Hunter, a familiar smirk planted on his face. Shawn was the first to stand up, rushing to his longtime friend. Assuring him he hadn't, in fact, interrupted anything. The Heartbreak Kid shot the young woman an apologetic look before disappearing with the Game.

Violet sighed and shrunk into the cushions of the couch. Of course, she knew what would have happened if Hunter hadn't walked in, but where would it have led?

"So where are we going?" Violet asked her brother curiously, all that he had told her was that they were going out to celebrate another top notch win over John Cena.

Chris kept his full attention on the road ahead, but it didn't keep him from grinning ear to ear. "We're meeting up with the guys for a few drinks," He informed, clearly still riding high on the outcome of the match.

The young woman smiled in thought, and continued to gaze dreamily out the window. She could not stop thinking about her moment with Shawn, and unbeknownist to her, he couldn't either.

The bright city lights pulled the blonde haired girl out of her visions, and she hastily put her questions about what would've happened to rest. "You haven't been talking to Michelle, much," Violet observed, casting a glance down at her outfit to see if it were appropriate for a night out.

She was wearing a flared peach skirt, which was pulled over her pale white tank top, and to tie it together, she added a black belt. Her hair was straightened, and on her feet were a pair of converse. (She was never really into the high heels most of the girls her age wore all the time.)

All in all, it was exceptional. Nothing really fancy, but nothing too overdone.

"Yeah... we've been having a bit of trouble agreeing on certain things..." Chris explained, using one hand to scratch the back of his neck. Violet bit her lip. Wondering what those things could be.

"Don't you want to work things out? Instead of not calling eachother?"

A long pause. A very long pause.

"...I think Michelle and I might be heading for a divorce, Vi." The elder Irvin answered honestly, and regretfully. This news was shocking to the sibling, and she stared at Chris, open mouthed for quite some time before shaking out of it.

"Oh... I'm sorry," Violet soothed sympathetically, not knowing what else to say. "Are you okay?"

Chris shrugged before pulling the car over next to a local bar. "I'm fine."

Violet cast a glance over to her brother, who was also still seated. "Are you sure?" She inquired again, concerned that Chris was trying to hide his feelings to maintain his big brother image.

He fiddled with his fingers before replying. "Positive."

When the kin walked into the bar (a nice, and slightly classier than the average), they immediately spotted the table in which the men were gathered. As usual, it was the same bunch of guys Chris always hung around with. Hunter, Shawn, Orton and Cena. But this time, joining them, was a young, and smaller superstar. He was obviously shy, choosing not to jump into conversation unless he was brought into it.

Chris motioned for her to follow him, and she obeyed. Walking through the groups of rather large barflies, and trying not to think about their eyes on her fully exposed legs.

When the two approaced the lot, Shawn's eyes widened at Violet's ensemble, both surprised and taken by it. At once, he avoided her gaze, she felt herself deflate. She knew he was ignoring her because of the almost kiss. She couldn't say she didn't see it coming.

Her brother seated himself next to Hunter, summoning the server to order a beer. Violet, on the otherhand, preferred to stand. Unadmittedly, she was introverted about being here. She felt as if she were invading on these guys' night out, her body shivered. The elder Irvin noticed this.

"Vi, come sit!" He called, indicating the chair next to Heartbreak Kid. She shook her head no, but as she did, the young man whom she had been observing earlier, had gotten to his feet and pulled out the chair beside him. He offered her this seat without words, but with his adorable dark eyes. Smiling, the blonde haired green eyed woman giggled and sat next to the sweet boy.

"I'm Evan," He introduced, his face lighting up as he stuck out his hand. Violet shook it and became enthralled with his touch at once.

"Violet," She grinned, catching the protective eye of her brother, and evidently, Shawn's as well.

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