A/N: I'm sorry about the location errors throughout the story, but I'm Canadian and I've never been so good with geography in America, haha. Forgive me. :P xo.

Pure Intentions
Chapter Nine: Bittersweet Symphonies

Within the following week, not many things have happened; Chris was still leaving for large periods of time to mysterious places. Violet never bothered to ask him what he was doing, for everything he's done for her, she owed him his privacy. At least that.

Everyday he would just depart from wherever the two happened to be, whether it be a crowded mall, restaurant or the usual hotel room, he would bade her goodbye and just take off.
Sometimes, the reason for his absence boggled her immensly and the unknown element of it caused her mind to conjure up obscene scenarios, which she'd immediately reject. Chris was just probably meeting a friend, she convinced herself of this. He just forget to mention whom it was. Everytime.

It was Monday yet again, and Violet was slightly dulled at the prospect of attending RAW. It's excitement had worn off. She'd rather be spending the day playfully making fun of Evan's childish grin. Evan, she repeated his name, tasting it on her tongue.

She loved him, she was sure of it, how could she not? He treated her like she wanted, didn't pressure her into going out and showered her with affection. Somedays, she'd be the one complimenting his every move, making sure he wasn't the only person caring for their relationship. This was crucial, because she was certain every failed companionship she had ever had failed because her boyfriend felt as if he were doing the only caring and whatnot. At the same time Violet knew she shouldn't have to work towards a relationship, it should come naturally, effortlessly.

She pondered these beliefs whilst her brother was no doubt getting ready to leave yet again. He brushed his thick, blonde hair back, glancing in the little mirror that hung near the bedside wall. The girl smiled. She had never seen him so happy before. What had gotten into him?

"Okay Vi," He announced, breaking her from the questionable brilliance that was her mind. He inhaled deeply, and threw a grin her way. "I'm going, be back later," He said, and walked over to her figure - in which was seated on the comfortable armchair - to give her a kiss on the cheek. She returned the loving gesture and watched as he tread back over to the door, unlatching it.

"Bye!" She half-yelled, hearing the door click a confirming shut. Not a minute afterwards, she heard a faint vibration. It was his forgotten phone on the nightstand. Violet ran over to the small piece of furniture and grabbed the iPhone.

Now, she had never been one to snoop into her brother's personal life, but in clearly visible in big white letters were the words:

(1) new text: from Jay

She stared at the screen for a few moments, registering this new information. This must be the person he's seeing, she figured, just a normal, male buddy. The younger Irvine shrugged it off, and went to sit down on the mattress beside her. Still holding the cell phone in her hands.

For a moment, she wondered if it was okay to check his contacts. After all, she wouldn't be doing anything except innocently finding out who Chris was in contact with. Her finger miraculously somehow found the button (she wasn't such a whiz with technology, so it surprised her) and the list appeared.

All Chris' "buddies" were just his co-workers. John, Hunter, Mark, etc.

It was to be expected, she concluded, and was about to exit the list when another name materialized: Shawn. Violet blinked. When did this happen? Did the older man even know how to work a cell-phone?

She sniggered at the idea, but then scolded herself for thinking such idiotic, juvenile things. The man had earned so many people's respect, and undoubtedly, hers. No matter what had happened.

So she didn't seem to hestitate before pressing the call button.

-x-

"Hello?"

The abrupt nature of his deep voice quick-started her heart. He actually picked up. Not that she wasn't expecting him to, but the woman thought he'd be too busy to answer or something.

Upon hearing nothing in response, the Heartbreak Kid repeated again. "Hello?"

She waited, biting her lip in nervousness. Why did she call him again?

"Chris? Is this some sort of prank thing?" He asked, a pinch of confusion hidden in his tone. She cleared her throat and replied quickly.

"Its Violet."

He returned her earlier silence with his own, but after a moment or two, he spoke up. "Oh," He said in obvious surprise, a bit taken aback by her phoning him, "Um... how are you?" He inquired, only doing so to be polite, she presumed.

"I'm good... and you?"

"Fine, fine..."

Silence.

"I don't mean to be rude, but why did you-?"

The younger woman interrupted his question of motive, "I was hoping I could see you today." She told him bluntly, not being able to stand another second of this rather awkward encounter. As if seeing him face to face would be any different.

That had caught him off guard as well. "You were? ...Why is that?"

At the other end of the line, she used one arm to apply raspberry lip gloss to her dry lips. "I don't know," She responded honestly. There was no explanation for her wanting to see him, but she assumed it was because of the "incident" as she referred to what taken place exactly seven days ago. The air needed to be cleared between them.

She was dating Evan, and had been at the time. So she still felt guilty for doing such a thing behind his back. He didn't deserve that.

"Uhh," The wrestling legend struggled to find words but managed to string together a simple "okay."

Violet felt somewhat relieved to know he wouldn't try to avoid her. "Say we meet at Irregardless in about an hour?" She invited, the pitch of her voice slightly raising in anxiety.

He hurriedly nodded but remembered he was on the phone. "Sure." He accepted and made a rush to write down the address she was informing him of. "I'll see you later," Violet affirmed, beaming subconsiciously.

Unbeknownist to her, Shawn smiled, "I shall see you as well."

Oddly, the moment resembled the one her brother and HBK had a few weeks back in some sort of way.

"So... um... what's new?" Shawn asked, breaking the ice briefly as the two sat in the cafe, not knowing what to do or say next. Like always when they hung around eachother, it was a tad uncomfortable at first, but Violet was pretty sure it (their conversations and eye contact) would get friendlier as time progressed. It was only like this because of what occurred the previous RAW.

"Do you know anybody within the WWE named Jay?" Violet suddenly questioned, prompting the older man to furrow his brows in both confusion and concentration.

"Hmm.." He hummed as he attempted to recollect the real names of his co-workers. "Oh!" He exclaimed, the answer striking him, "Jay - Jason Reso."

"...?"

"Christian."

"Oh."

HBK chuckled at the sight of the young woman, she was twisting her lips in thought, and it couldn't have looked anymore kid-like. She noticed his observance of her.

"What?" She demanded, feigning arrogance. The Canadian girl delicately took a sip of her latte and went on to glare at HBK. He grinned and shook his head. "Nothing."

"Its obviously something!" Violet cried out, still pretending as if his laughing at her was maddening. "Tell me what!"

He scratched his cheek thoughtfully and continued to laugh. "... You just look so childish when your thinking." This comment brought a blush to the woman and she smirked. "Its a trait I take pride in." She stated, nodding her head defiantly.

And before Shawn could re-enact the scene in which the two were supposedly regretful for, he snapped his mind off of doing so. Instead he turned to the topic in which had been set.

"Why'd you ask me about Jason?"

Violet contorted her face in complication. "I don't know... my brother's been hanging around someone a lot lately, and he hasn't been telling me with whom. I figure its this Jason guy."

This statement tapped into a memory of a few nights ago, when Mr. Wrestlemania had walked in on Jay and Chris in a rather... intimate position. They had their arms encircled around one another's body, and their faces had been inches away as if they had been... kissing. He had left unnoticed and couldn't make sense of any of it. Chris was married, wasn't he?

And now, realizing what had been going on, he was sitting with Chris' little sister. She had no clue that her sibling may be cheating on his wife with his bestfriend... who happened to be another guy.

"Shawn? You okay?"

Her voice brought him out of the somewhat shocked state he was in. He felt the color that must've drained from his face slowly replenish. "I'm alright," He said a bit shakily. The man didn't know if he should tell her or not.

It fell quiet yet again and all that was audible was the noise and chatter of the surrounding customers.

"...Are we ever going to talk about it?"

He glanced at Violet. Her wavy blonde hair was in perfect contrast with her green eyes and the peach colored dress she had on. He noticed her appearance for the first time that day and concluded she looked gorgeous. Didn't she always?

"Talk about what?"

"You know..." She started, lowering her head shyly, "The kiss."

The Heartbreak Kid felt his body tense. There were so many things he had been meaning to ask her, but none had to relate to this touchy subject. He wanted to stay as far away from the topic as possible.

"Can't we just forget it?" He reasoned, his blue eyes pleading with hers. She returned the expression.

"I'm afraid not," She answered, "I know you can't stop thinking about it."

His smirk returned, as he was eager to transition the mood from serious to light. "A confident assumption on your part, aint it?" He mused.

Violet's face contained a frown, and it didn't change despite the joke he had just made. "You can joke all you want, but I know you felt something as well." She said as she got up to leave, he knew he had hit a nerve.

And before he could stop himself, he bitterly cast her farewell with his last words: "Tell Evan I say hi."

She doesn't turn around, and with what he's just done, he doesn't expect her to.

At Monday Night RAW in Raleigh, North Carolina, it was the same repeat of last week. Chris had won a victory over yet another superstar, and Violet and Shawn had been in avoidance of each other. No one except Evan noticed the icy barracade that appeared when the older man walked into the room.

He had briefly paused to talk to Ayatollah of Rock n Rollah, and to congratulate him for his victory whilst Evan and his girlfriend sat nearly on the other side of the room.

"You okay?" Evan asked, with his arm around her shoulders and her body leaned into his. She sighed warily. "Yeah... just tired."

He brought his lips to her temple and pressed softly, "I love you," He said, immediately earning a wide-eyed stare from Violet. "What?"

"I love you," He repeated.

The younger Irvine smiled at his boldness. "I love you too," She returned with the same emotion as he. Evan embraced her gently with her head against his chest, allowing her to listen to his heartbeat.