A/N: First of all, thanks to all who still are reading. It means a lot to me that you actually like this, and secondly, a huge thank you to xHalosandwings for being such an amazing, and not to mention, faithful reviewer! Your reviews make my day! :) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I think this might be ending soon. I'm not too sure yet. xo.

Pure Intentions
Chapter Fifteen: Breathe Again

"Violet!" Chris called out as he strode to catch up to her fast-set pace. She didn't turn around to face him, or answer him either. Instead she just continued on her way to the stairs, opting not to take the elevator because that would be plain awkward if he got on, and cornered her. Plus, her taking the stairs put emphasis on just how badly she wanted to get away from him.

"Violet!" he tried again, seeing the EXIT sign sitting high above the near doorway. Before she could reach it, though, he dashed infront of her and acted like a barrier to prevent her from leaving. She scowled, and was more angry than he had ever seen her before. He couldn't blame her.

"Please just listen to me," he pleaded, and flinched noticeably when she threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. For a moment he thought she was going to hit him. He couldn't say he wouldn't be surprised if she did.

"How dare you?" The pitch of her voice was fairly high and sharp; he cringed with every word. Idiotically, he didn't know if she was talking about him blocking her way, or his hypocrisy. He guessed both.

"I'm so sorry, Violet, I just-"

"How dare you give me heck for something I've hidden from you for a measly few days, when you've been lying to me about something like that for months!"

"I-" she cut across his poor attempts at an explanation again.

"You made me feel like I betrayed you! You made me feel guilty, you made me feel ashamed of what I was so happy about! Yet here you were, fucking your male bestfriend and acting like I was the one doing something wrong!"

Chris winced at how the blonde-haired, green-eyed Canadian spat out the word 'male'. He hoped that she was only saying it so viciously to spite him. If she had something against his relationship with Jay, then things weren't going to turn out so well... Not that things were in perfect condition at this exact moment.

"How could you be such a hypocrite, Chris? Really?" All he could do was remain silent. Nobody was in the hall, and it seemed like no guests were in the rooms, either. It was eerily dead quiet. He would've shivered, but the glare he was recieving from a pretty peeved Violet made him act otherwise.

"What about 'Pure Intentions'?" He paled, remembering his words from what seemed like centuries ago. She resumed, unfazed by his sheepish expression. "What all about me being happy with whoever I want, as long as I love him, and he loves me, huh? Does that all disappear when it concerns a man you've idolized since you were a teenager-?"

"Look, Violet," Chris said briskly, his tone extremely apologetic. She was nearly out of breath from all of the frustration that she was letting out; so she had no choice but to listen. "I know I've been a huge asshole about you and Shawn, but I'm so, so sorry. I was only mad because it seemed like he was taking you away from me. I didn't want that to happen because you were the only person I was really close to in my life."

Violet uncrossed her arms, and met his gaze. His blue eyes were pools of remorse and sorrow, and she found that she couldn't look away.

"So I took it out on you two. I thought I'd be lonely, since the whole thing with Michelle, and all. But then..." he bit his lip, and his countenance softened considerably, "Jay... he... he comforted me, I guess. I ranted to him about all the drama, and tension, and madness that had been happening between us," he quickly pointed between them and continued, "and somewhere along the lines of everything that was happening... I fell for him, and I'm no doubtedly sure that he feels the same way."

Violet skeptical expression lifted; she processed each and everything he was saying. He really did seem to care for Jason.

Chris attempted a weak, one-sided smile. "I think I know how you feel now," he admitted gently before getting back to his original point. "I only didn't tell you because, I wasn't so sure you'd accept me. I thought you would be against me and Jay...two men...together..." he trailed off, staring at the vending machine a few meters behind her.

After a wordless minute passed, the younger sibling spoke up. "Was that it?" she asked, looking up to him with widened eyes. By now her rage had dissolved completely, and was instead replaced with concern. "Were you afraid that I would be homophobic and wouldn't approve of the fact that you're gay?"

He almost choked at hearing the last word, having not said it aloud to himself before, and nodded slowly. Violet's hand made his way to his shoulder, and brushed against his cheek.

"I would...never..." he studied her, observing as she offered the words with a sincerity that always reminded him of their mother...

"You're my brother, Chris. I don't care if you're gay, or not. I wouldn't judge you because of what gender you prefer. You're my brother, and nothing's ever going to change that."

Because they were both emotionally sensitive at heart (blame their genes - their dad was a huge softie), they both currently had tears rushing to their eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says again. She knows he truly means it, even more than he had before.

"I am, too." And they soon embrace, a position so familiar to them that they stay like that for a while before walking back to Jay's room.

- x -

Shawn looked up from his concentration of the carpeted hallway floor. He smiled as he seen the kin approach. She was beaming, and so was he. All was well.

Chris threw Shawn an apologetic look before coming up to him and offering his hand. "I'm sorry for all the hell I've been causing you," the older Irvine said, whilst shaking HBK's hand. "I don't know how you'll ever forgive me."

Mr. Wrestlemania's eyes locked on Violet who was watching the exchange with a rather amused grin, and smirked. "Well," he broke the handshake, "there is this one girl you could set me up with..."

Chris rolled his eyes playfully, and then turned serious. "If you hurt her... I swear I'll-"

Violet interjected before he could finish that threat. "Okay, Chrissy! He gets it! Now c'mon, I want to meet this boyfriend of yours!" Without waiting for an answer, she wandered right into Jay's room. Both Chris and Shawn laughed and followed.

- x -

"So what exactly do you see in my brother?" Violet absently asked Jay, who looked rather bemused by her whole investigation so far.

Shawn chuckled. "You said you wanted to meet him, not interrogate him!" he laughed into her ear. Chris, who was seated just beside Jay, caught it and laughed as well.

She waved him away. "I just want to know!" she exclaimed innocently before turning her focus back onto Captain Charisma. He looked thoughtful for a moment before replying.

"Well... that's so easy, really. Anybody could see he's handsome," Chris blushed, "and he's funny, and he's smart. I'd say classy, too but then there was last Tuesday when he-"

Jay was interrupted by Chris, who appeared as if he didn't want that story finished. "Okay, hope that answers your question, Vi." She giggled at her brother's eagerness to change the subject. Instead of joining in on the abrupt switch of topic, she decided to tell her own little story.

"Actually there was this one time, when our mom dressed Chris up as a-"

"Violet!"

- x -

After the four had talked and conversed a little bit more, Shawn and Violet brother and Jay farewell before making their way back to her hotel room.

And when they got there, they settled into a relaxing position on the bed. Where he was laying back against the pillows, his arms resting behind his head, and she was nestled up against his body.

Suddenly, he aimed the remote at the television and switched it off. Violet glanced up at him to see what he was doing.

"Vi?"

"Mmm?"

"There's a WWE charity gala type thing happening next week when we're scheduled to be in San Antonio. ...Would you, perhaps, like to go with me?"

Nothing sounded more perfect. She nodded instantly. "Of course!"

He pecked her on the lips lovingly before they rapidly fell asleep. He was glad there was nothing more to keep them from being together.

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