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Pure Intentions
Chapter Seven: Simplicity

"So... you've grown up into the WWE... but you don't like it?"

Evan glanced at Violet as he walked amongst the busy sidewalk, passersby occasionally staring at the RAW superstar. The blonde blushed as she strolled beside him, shoving her hands into the pockets of her navy blue coat shyly.

"Yeah..." She confirmed, keeping her gaze to her feet, knowing what he was going to ask next.

He nodded thoughtfully. "I respect that," He said causing the young woman to immediately look at the high flyer in confusion.

"You- what?"

Evan noticed the expression on her (adorable) face and couldn't help but supress a laugh. "I'm glad you told me that. Your not lying about where you stand about the company just because I work in it. Your honest." He said, his eyes lighting up when a smile pulled at her lips.

"Why, thank you," came Violet's quiet voice. Her cheeks burned a slight red before transitioning back to her normal (and pale, she might add) skin tone. "So are you," She told him, even though she didn't know him all that well. Admittedly, she was running of things to say, but wouldn't let that kill their conversation.

He grinned, and feigned shame. "Actually... I'm not," He confessed, shaking his head in pretend disapointment in himself. "I lied when I told you I haven't seen you at RAW before."

The two stopped walking. They were outside of their destination - a movie theater. Of course, he had insisted they go out to a (fancy) dinner, but she had informed Evan that it was a simple date she was looking forward to, and said that was how he could win her over. So, clearly, she had gotten her wish.

"I saw you a numerous amount of times there," Evan continued, focusing his attention on anything but her, "Backstage and all, with your brother... and I guess I grew... inf-intrested." He concluded, embarrassed at his obvious slip; he was about to say "infatuated".

But the younger sister of Chris Irvine was delighted over the fact that he had noticed her, and didn't hide the fact she was indeed happy. Violet smiled again, more lively this time, and enveloped his hand in hers supportively. She hesitated at first, thinking it was too bold a move to be applied on a first date, but was reassured when he intertwined their fingers. The superstar directed his eyes to meet hers.

"Don't be shy," She told him, "...I like you too." She squeezed his hand, and he returned the gesture.

The couple shuffled into the warm lobby of the cinema, their hands remaining joined.

-x-

A little less than two hours later, the pair emerged from the movie complex, their eyes squinting in response to the bright light.

Violet casually walked out onto the street, with Evan following. She lifted her arm to hail a cab, but the high flyer motioned for her to lower it, and instead, he put two fingers into his mouth and whistled.

It was cliche, but at once a taxi was instantly before them. Violet grinned. "Thank you." He waved her thanks away, and went on to open the door for the woman. "Anything for you, my dear," He replied playfully, and entered the vehicle once she had gotten in.

The driver (a rather large, italian man) glanced back at the two from the rear view mirror. "Where to?" He asked, his voice very deep and rough. For a second, Violet could've sworn he sounded like-

"Doubletree hotel, 237 South bound, please," Evan requested, and the cabbie nodded. Since he gave the driver (who's name seemed to be "Hal", according to his name tag) her hotel's address she thought he was dropping her off, but he appeared to have other plans.

"Vi, how 'bout we go to your room, or mine, whichever you prefer, and order in?" He asked, smiling so adorably she could not say no to the young man. She had also noticed how he had called her by her nickname. She wondered if he had one.

"That sounds perfect," She accepted, making his orbs brighten once again. He leaned in, apparently caught in the moment, and tilted his head so that when he kissed her, nothing awkward would happen. Like bumping noses, or foreheads. And despite her pounding heart, or her cautionary mind telling her not to, Violet shrugs off both inputs and inches closer to meet Evan as well.

It happens... their lips combine, and she feels him gently pull her in. She lets him do this, and her tense body soon relaxes into his. But instead of her thinking of this - the kiss thats actually happening - she can't help but re-imagine the kiss that almost happened.

When Evan and Violet get to the room (hers of course), he's tickling her legs, from her knees upwards. She admitted it to him (that she's only sensitive to tickles in that area) during the drive to the hotel, and she's regretted it ever since.

"Ev..an...stop!" She cried, laughing hysterically in between syllables, but he doesn't let off. His surprisingly small fingers continued to dance all over the blonde Canadian's thighs, almost pushing her to the point of collapsing in laughter.

The door, meanwhile, swung open, and the two froze in position to be revealed to the room full of people. They straightened up quickly and entered, flushing slightly.

"Violet!" Chris called, beckoning her over to join him and a table surrounded by his (superstar) buddies. She shook her head no, and kept her distance. The reason being that Shawn was present, and she really didn't want to see him after what had happened.

"Where have you've been?" He asked, taking a sip of the beer he held, and placing it back down. He approached her, and finally acknowledged Evan.

"Um..." She started, unsure of how to tell him, but she put it bluntly, "On a date."

Her older brother's blonde eyebrows raised, and his focus turned to the high flyer. Who in turn, offered his hand to shake, and Chris eyed him curiously before taking it, making sure to grasp Evan's smaller hands with a firm grip. To ensure intimidation.

Violet rolled her eyes at her sibling's actions. Even if Chris didn't like Evan, it wasn't like he was able to stop them from going out again. When the two men were done, she sat on the bed, Evan doing the same.

Chris returned to the group of WWE co-workers.

"Do you wanna head to your room?" The woman whispered, making sure Chris was out of earshot. The man next to her nodded. "I'd like that," He said, bringing a smile to her face.

"Me too," She agreed, and the pair departed from the crowded room.

-x-

"So your sis and Evan, huh?" Hunter said after Violet and Evan left, watching Shawn closely, observing his reaaction to this news. But nothing happened, Mr. Wrestlemania sat, completely unfazed.

Chris grunted. "I guess."

John smirked, "I bet they're going to have fun. I heard they're going to his room."

The Ayatollah of Rock 'N Rollah growled. "Watch your fucking mouth, Cena. You stay out of their relationship."

Shawn scowled as well at his comment, but remained silent. Choosing not to become a part of this, even though he was distraught at Violet's sudden attraction to Evan Bourne.

What did Evan have that he didn-

Oh no, he thought. That was completely and entirely out of context. He didn't (or shouldn't) give a care about the girl's rendezvous. But yet, it scared him to think that she was alone with a guy she had only been with for a day, and it sickened him to see that same guy's hands roaming her every curve.

Shawn didn't know her that well, but that didn't stop him from feeling so... Chris-like. In other words... protective, possesive and all that jazz. He sighed, and dove in to the conversation in which they guys were discussing which celebrity they would want to have a one night stand with. Fun.