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Pure Intentions
Chapter Ten: I'm Not Perfect

Violet sat on the foot of her bed, chewing her lip and biting back a question. She was watching her brother tie up his sneakers (which she considered odd - he had always refused to step out of the hotel without his signature pair made of italian leather). He'd been acting strange, as in "ways that are not usual to Chris Irvine".

Aside from the fact that he's been gone for large amounts of time to somewhere he still hasn't told her, he's been behaving un-Chris-like. He'd come in late around 2 AM, stumbling and surprisingly not drunk, which he used to, and would just fall into bed. She didn't question him about it, because she knew she had to respect his privacy, she repeats, she owes him at least that.

And he would also stay the night at wherever he was, this of course worried her, but he'd always come back safe the next morning. Each and every time he did so, he'd arrive exactly at 8 AM. It confused her, and made her overly curious.

What the heck was he doing when he was out, especially all night?

And now, she sat pondering these facts, waiting for him to say something. To wish her goodbye as he got up to leave. Nothing.

Its been like that lately, she observed.

The blonde got up to hug him goodbye, but he was already at the door, and as he thrust it open and stepped out, she let it fall shut without calling out to him. Her figure sunk back onto the mattress slowly, uncertainly.

It was as if he was in a trance of some sort. Or maybe he'd just realized how he'd paid more attention to her than he had himself and decided to make lost time up. She sighed, a negative expression marring her pretty face. A thought occurred to her randomly; the realization that she was hurting so many people at the moment.

Evan... because she had kissed someone other than him behind his back. He didn't deserve that. Chris... because she was her clingy, dependant, self. And she prevented him from having a life; one without a dragging sister.

Shawn... because she blamed everything on him. Blamed their longing to be together on him.

The girl eased herself onto her back, staring up at the blank, white ceiling. If only she could just dream herself into a world in which she wasn't so horrible to the people she loved... And right before she drifted off into a slumber, that was when she decided that she was going to come clean to Evan about her meaningless kiss with Shawn.

Hopefully the sickening feeling she'd been harboring since it happened would vanish along with her guilt. It was all wishful thinking from there on.

Shawn sighed as he sat perched by the window of the room. As he looked out from the seventh floor, he watched every passing car, every moving person. It had hit him how blank, and void his life seemed to be.

He'd recieve nothing more than a weekly thrill, one that wore off quickly. He considered the idea of retiring, of leaving for good almost every day now. This life wasn't as exciting as it was before, but he contemplated his past years of the career - no, although it may have provided for him and his family, it wasn't a career, it was much more than that.

A hobby, a choice... an enjoyment.

And despite its recent lack of adrenaline, he still cared for it as much as he did back in his prime. Who could not? So much history was written in the events, such extraordinary things were accomplished. He was apart of the accomplishments, forever binded into the history. He would have to be a fool to quit now. Especially since he was approaching another chance at a championship.

He turned his attention above. A vast cover of grey, dulling clouds blanketed the sky, hinting towards a rain or thunder storm. Or both. They usually came together, didn't they?

A few moments of this contemplating lead to the discovery of his undisclosed admittance. It was very well hidden within himself, and he hadn't brought into focus until now. He liked to think that he'd felt the rush of happiness long before Violet came along; felt it in his bones, felt it flowing through his veins.

That, of course, was the obvious lie.

The feeling swirled in her stomach, she froze, she felt as if she were about to be sick. The sensation was gross, and left her feeling anxious, clammy. Evan, who was dropping soft, tender kisses along her neck, didn't seem to notice. His hands continued to trail down to the buttons of her periwinkle blouse, and very slowly - cautiously - he undid each and every one of them.

She was too distracted to stop him, although if she did, it would probably help (a bit of) her problem go away. She had never handled guilt well, especially with such an honest family. She could tell lies, that was for certain, but she couldn't deal with the consequences. No matter how mild or uneffective they may be.

Violet recovered from the temporary numbness and realized the high flyer's fingers were dragging across her bare abdomen. Her upper body was clad in nothing but a bra now, the shirt still hanging on her arms. The motion brought both a tingling to her skin and a slight ringing to her ear - signaling in a very Violet-like fashion that she must not continue this further.

Breathing a little heavily than she was before, she clasped his venturing hands and prevented him from convincing her that this was alright - she wanted it, but she didn't want him to awaken that untouched desire that was concealed inside of her. It wouldn't be right, to let it go on without telling him what happened. She was just not the person to forget something, as little as it may seem.

"Evan," She breathed, shaken and unnerved by his actions. The man slid back up to her upper body and remained above her, using his forearms to hold himself up. He was stronger than he appeared, she observed.

"Yes?" He smiled, and brushed away a strand of her golden hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. At the contact of his touch, she closed her eyes, and the heavy feeling had returned.

"We.." She started to say, but corrected herself, it was her in this tangle, not him, "-I can't do this."

Evan stayed still, believing he had taken this too far, or had pushed her - forced her into this position. His eyes widened at this revelation. "I'm sorry-"

"Its not you," She interjected and almost slapped herself for using the beginning of an infamous break-up line, "What I mean is, I- I have something to tell you."

A somewhat sigh of relief escaped his lips, and his dark orbs softened. "Okay then, Vi. What is it?"

The prospect of telling him scared her, and it dawned on her that this was the moment, and that upset her even more. What would he do? Would he get mad and break up with her? Would he send her away until he forgave her? What would she do?

She bit the inside of her cheek and resisted to meet his gaze, and that was hard to do with some one, especially when they're right directly hovering over you. She exhaled, and waited a few minutes before coming out with it.

"I...I... I kissed someone else," Violet confessed, and at once, she felt light again, but a saddening emotion came forth as she watched Evan's face fall. "What?" He whispered in disbelief, looking somewhat defeated. He didn't even look that way when he'd lost a match, and now, she realized she was the one who caused the pained expression on his handsome features.

Immediately, tears sprang to her eyes. "Im... I'm sorry," She squeeked, reaching out to cup his cheeks, but he collapsed beside her. Unable to process what she had just admitted.

"When?" He asked, as he stared up at the ceiling. It was a strange sight, to see this usually lively high flyer, drained of his enthusiasm, of his spirit. She kept her eyes locked on the bedsheets as she twisted her body to him.

"About two weeks ago..." She answered. He groaned briefly. While they were dating she had done it, he knew.

Violet flinched at his next question and sat up. She rebuttoned her shirt. "Who was it?"

That, she didn't know if she should reveal. Sure, Shawn was apart of this - physically - but he needed not be included in the misery she brought on herself. Violet stayed quiet, refusing silently not to respond to his inquiry, although he had much a right to know.

"I take it your not going to tell me," Evan predicted after what seemed like an hour of maddening silence. He was angry, she could tell from the tone of his voice.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry's not going to solve anything," He replied rather harshly. A tear fell onto her cheek and onto the pillow that was in her grasp.

In the next minute, as Evan was remembering the RAW two weeks ago, and soon the identity of Violet's one-time lover (he barely accounted as one, but what could he call the person?) unfolded.

"Shawn..." The man said as if he were tasting the name, and he knew that it was indeed HBK who had placed his lips upon his girlfriend's. He bolted upright instantly upon figuring this out. "Why him?" He asked bewildered, "Him, of all people?"

By now, the small framed 'Air Bourne' wrestler was on his feet, glancing at Violet as if she were insane. "Good God, Violet! He's older than -"

The younger sister of Chris Jericho shot up to Shawn's defense; she really, really hated how society was practical and hating towards relationships where one person was older than the other by more than what was considered the 'appropriate' years. And now, with normally sweet Evan repeating the same words as many others, she absolutely loathed it even more. If that were possible.

"Don't you dare start that with me!" She cried, rather dramatically while jumping off the bed to match him. She tore herself down because of what she did, and now she was practically defending it. No, she was sticking up for Shawn, because she wanted to, because it was the only thing she could do.

"Start it with you?" His voice raised, and she didn't ever think she'd see him as mad as he was now. "Your the one who kissed a man thats like twenty years older-!"

She cut him off again to interrupt him with the truth. "Seventeen years older," Violet shot back, "And if you actually got to know him, then maybe you'd know that theres plently more things about him more appealing than his age!"

Evan's voice faded, as he ran out of things to say. He was still furious, his nostrils were flaring and his eyes were icily cold. Violet was steaming as well, with her arms crossed and her face almost a dangerous red, it was surprising their rage hadn't started a fire, or recieved a complaint from the neighbors. After all, they were still in his hotel room, and the fellow guests could probably hear them so well that they seemed as if they were practically in the hallway.

"And maybe, if you listened, you'd realized that I was sorry!" Her eyes were glazed and swollen, since she'd been crying during all this time. Evan was hit with a sudden wave of sympathy and sorrow, but her shocking confession had struck a nerve in him. Caused him to become insanely jealous. Even though they had been dating for a short amount of time, he felt the need to protect her, to guard her.

Now what he wanted, despite the fracture of his heart to know she'd kissed Shawn, was to apologize, and to hold her until everything was fine again. But it wouldn't happen, they both knew that.

"I guess you don't want to believe me, Evan. I'm really sorry for kissing somebody behind your back, but I'm not ready yet to apologize that it was with one person you may not like, because as it happens, I think he's great."

The woman was walking (more like stomping) towards the door, and he tried to persuade her to stop and think about what she was doing, but being as stubborn and headstrong as she was, Violet wouldn't have it.

"Vi...please lets talk about this..." Evan tried again, for the fifth and final time.

She shook her head no and stepped out of the room, and instead of slamming the door (something most people do after they depart from a fierce argument) she made sure that it hardly made a noise as it swung shut.

Shawn didn't know how to get the subject out in the open. He didn't want to throw the sudden questions he had in mind at Chris, nor did he want to wait longer. They already spent an hour on small talk. Cheap, little conversations to lessen the awkward and uncomfortable mood. Of course, they were friends, they were wrestling partners sometimes, even opponents. But as of right now, with the suspicious looking curious gleam in the older man's blue eyes, he felt as if he was about to be interrogated instead of having a friendly talk with an old buddy. And Chris had his theory about what HBK wanted to know...

"So, um...Chris..."

Before Shawn said anything else, Violet came in, gently closing the door behind her and glancing at the two in surprise. "Oh," She said as if she expected not to see either. 'Mr. Wrestlemania' wondered exactly where the girl assumed her brother would be.

She tread over to the nightstand and picked up the box of tissues on it, she pulled one or two and used them to wipe her eyes. Shawn noticed this. He also noticed that her make-up was running. A good sign that she had been crying.

"Are you okay?" He asked, examing the woman's appearance. Her eyes were puffy, and the tear stains were visible in the sunlight blaring through the window. He furrowed his eyebrows. Why would she be crying? Unless her and Evan got into a fight...

That was it, he thought, they had gotten into a fight. And a pretty big one at that. He noted that they were dating an estimated three weeks, and tried to come up with a reasonable excuse for his now apparent anger towards the boy.

The man stood up, Chris remained seated, and took a few steps towards her. "Violet..."

She smiled or attempted to, anyways. It was weak, forced and strained all at once. "Shawn."

Chris watched, wordlessly as the pair unhesitantly walked towards one another. In a manner of five seconds, Shawn had his sister in a consoling hug. Her face buried in his neck.

He should have been the one to do this, but he decided to hold back. It was an odd sight to behold, his younger sibling in a comforting embrace from one of his co-workers. For one reason or the other, he didn't say a thing, or object to their contact, anyways.

They pulled away after a long pause of silence, nothing more audible than Violet's quiet sobs. She seemed to be better than she had been before. "Thanks," He heard her mumble, rather graciously to Shawn.

He nodded. "Want to tell me whats the matter?"

It was weird, this exchange, because Chris wasn't doing a damn thing about it, which scared him to say the least. He was always protective when it came to Violet, but not now. For some unexplainable reason.

Even though the unusual couple were talking in whispers, despite the fact Chris was with in their proximity, and could hear every word they were saying.

"Had a fight... with... Evan.." Violet's voice grew quieter and the man who was referred to as 'Y2J' could barely hear her anymore.

"I'm sorry..." Shawn said with genuine sympathy for that fact. "What about?" He asked not a moment later. Violet hesitated and warningly glanced at Chris to remind Shawn that he was present. He kept his arms folded as he observed.

Instead of plainly telling him, she whispered into his ear. He hugged her again.

What the hell was going on?