Can't Help But Wait

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Notes: I would've updated sooner, but I was sick. Damn flu. And when I'm sick, I can't think straight to save my life. This one's short. In this chapter, Mark's having mental battles in his head on his feelings for Lauryyin. And Dave's doing the usual cheating. Lauryyin's pissed with Amy for cheating on Matt. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!

Ch. 4: That Was My Sister pt. 1

-Mark's POV-

"You're not seriously gonna wear that, are you?" I'm talking to Lauryyin. We're doing a photo shoot for the upcoming Smackdown PPV. She's wearing a red little skimpy bikini thing. She's supposed to be like a sexy cupid for Valentine's Day, or something. Kinda dumb, on account of the PPV being after Valentines Day, but I'm not complaining. "I didn't pick this out, Deadman. I would rather not look like a two dollar hooker." Damn, does she have an attitude.

"If it makes you feel better, you'd be a two hundred dollar hooker." She laughed when I said that. Her smile is enticing, reminds me of Eddie's. I caught myself staring at her while she was posing. They've got her dancing to Wherever I May Roam, by Metallica. She started singing the words, obviously she digs Tallica. My kind of girl. When she sang 'I'm free to speak my mind anywhere' I started laughing. Yeah, that describes her. She does speak her mind, anywhere.

I really need to stop watching her, but I can't. The way she's moving her hips and shaking her hair, makes me want her more. Okay, I admit it. I might have a little crush on the kid. It's strange, I've only known her for like a month and a half now. And Sara and I have been separated for a week and a half. So how in the hell can I even think about having feelings for someone else.

"Damn." I whispered. This girl just hit a split. I'm having a mental battle with myself on whether I should keep on watching or go take a needed cold shower. I wanted to stay, but chose the latter. After all, I do have a photo shoot after she's done, and I can't have things poking in the wrong places on the pictures.

-Lauryyin's POV-

After the photo shoot, I had to wait for Mark to finish taking his photos. We're hanging out today. Team Xtreme is torn the fuck apart. I'm fucking furious with Amy, Jeff's with TNA, Shane is on Raw, and Matt got fired or something. The only two that are still together, is me and Shannon. I'm blaming this all on Adam bastard Copeland, or Edge. All this month, I've been on Smackdown. Actually, It's where I debuted.

Vince and the rest of the guys figured that I needed to be away from the gang to clear my head. I wanted to stay on Raw with Dave, but even he said I should go. I can't help it if every time I see Adam, I end up punching, kicking, cussing, or all three at him. Amy's sad because I wont speak to her. But right now I'm like, fuck her ass. Let her talk to Edge. Those bastards.

Matt's at home and he won't talk to us. I talked to Jeff a few times, but he's gone completely bonkers, well duh, he's Jeff. I hate Wednesday's, I just had to get that out, sorry. Since we taped the show yesterday, I really don't have anything to do for the rest of the week, but chill with The Demon of Death Valley.

There's some good things about Smackdown, though. Like Shan, Eddie, Chavo, Rey Rey, Mark, and Randy. Oh yeah, my big sister Crystal. Although she's not speaking to me because I'm dating Dave. See, I told her about that little strawberries and cream incident at the hotel a few weeks ago, and she blew her top. She even threatened to tell Mark and Eddie.

Long story short, I cussed her out and told her to stay out of my business. And now, we're not speaking. "You ready to go?" Damn, I've been sitting here staring into space for about two hours now. "Oh, yeah. Lets go." I don't know where we're going, I really don't care. As long as I'm not thinking, I'm cool.

"I could beat you. Don't think that just because you're a big ass giant, I can't" I'm teasing Mark. We watched a basketball game. I seriously forgot the teams, I'm slow. Anyway, he was gawking over this dunk some guy made, and I told him anybody could do that. That led to an argument and an apparent challenge of one-on-one with him. I'll kick his ass, not really.

"Yeah, whatever. We'll see."

-Mark's POV-

We're at a gym, now. She challenged me to a game. Silly girl. She's kinda crazy, but I like that. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked her. She's stretching, bent all the way over, touching her toes. Damn, she has a nice ass. Okay, I've got to stop this. But I can't help it, so I'll just stare some more. What's the harm in looking, right?

Okay, it's official. I have serious pervert issues. I let her win, on account of her body brushing against mine during the game. I've come to the conclusion that those so called feelings I've been having for Fuego, are just sexual frustration. Yeah, that's it, I just need to get laid. Damn, is that pathetic. I'm the fucking Undertaker for God's sake. I really need to get a grip.

"Told your big ass I'd beat you." We're at her house now, after a trip to Wal-Mart for some damn sour Starbursts. "Whatever. I let you win, you know that." Now we're sitting on the couch, watching God knows what. "Hater. You're just a hater." She laughed.

We sat and watched whatever the hell was on the TV until her phone rang. Usually I'm not a nosy guy, but I had nothing else to do, so I listened.

"Hello…Oh, hey baby…Nothing, watching some weird movie with my big dead bodyguard…Come over…You can't…Why? Um, how about because Death is sitting on my couch drinking a goddamn Coke and last I checked, you're on his list…You'll be nice, yeah right…Come over tomorrow…House show, right…Look, you can't come over today…What about Mark?…You're pissing me the hell off…Wait, who is that…Sister, right…Whatever." After that, her phone was thrown into the wall. Even though I know she won't admit it, she knows that wasn't his sister.

When she sat back down, she had tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" I was trying to sound as caring as I could. "Nothing. Nothing at all." Fuego and her damn overdramatic attitude. "Boyfriend jealous of me?" I smirked. She wasn't crying, but she had tears in the corners of her eyes. It's funny how she completely switched from sad to mad so fast. "Jealous of what old man? Please. He just wanted to come over, I haven't seen him in a week."

"I'm ignoring the old man comment, little girl. So why didn't you let him come over, I would've been a good boy." I bet my smile is more scary than cute. "Good boy my ass. Now stop with the fake little smile, please. You actually look human." Damn, what in the hell do I normally look like then?

"Was that an insult?" She just rolled her eyes and got up. She went to a shelf she had full of DVD's. She had a hell of a lot of my matches. "Damn, are you stalking Fuego?" I laughed, but her crazy ass looked serious. "Uh, no. I just like the Deadman persona. It's cool." She smiled and put in Wrestlemania XV, my match with Bossman. "That match was painful."

"I'm sure it was. I got a question. How come you looked all hot and cute and shit back then, but now you look like a ghost?" She burst out in laughter. "I didn't look like a ghost until I met you darlin." I started to laugh, too. "Whatever. I know I'm sexy. I really don't know what to say about you, Deadman." She smirked. She's right, she is sexy.

"Seems like you've been hanging around Irvine and Orton too much." She got up and cut on her stereo. It was blasting Metallica. I think she's obsessed with them. She got up and started swinging her hair and jumping like a madwoman. I think she's had too many Starbursts. "Come dance with me Mark." Yeah, she's been hitting the candy bar. "I'm gonna pass darlin."

Jumping bean didn't hear me, so she grabbed my hand and tried to pull me up. Her face is so hilarious right now. I went ahead and got up. It's just us in here, so what can dancing like a complete junkie hurt? A lot actually, but it's kinda fun.

We were jumping and rocking out for about thirty minutes, until we heard laughing. I stopped and saw her sister Kim, and Amy. Kim had a camcorder, just great. Fuego's so full of sugar, she didn't even notice. I frowned at Kim, who just smiled and ran to her room. "Fuego, I'm gonna kill your sister!" I screamed. That got her out of her sugar high.

"Why, she's in another state vato." This girl looked crazy as hell right now. Remind me never to buy her candy again, ever. "No she's not, she's here. She recorded us." When I said that, she burst into laughter. "Oh, you scared that someone's gonna see you shaking your ass?" She grinned. "Uh, no. I wasn't shaking my ass, Fuego." She poked her tongue at me.

"Nice moves, Mark." That was Kim. She was laughing at us. Fuego still didn't notice that Amy was in the room. "Shut up, and if anyone sees that tape, I'm chokeslamming your ass to hell Kiim." She laughed. "Don't worry, Mark. That video is gonna be used for our humor only." She turned to look at Lauryyin, who looks like she overdosed on about three hundred cups of coffee.

"Oh no, what did you buy her?" Kim looked at me like she was terrified. "Sour Starburst, lots and lots of Sour Starburst." Damn, did I break some kind of no starburst for Lauryyin rule or something? "Mark, if there's one thing you don't do when you're with Lauryyin, it's buy her candy, especially Sour Starbursts." Great, now I find out after she ate like almost a whole three pound bag of them.

"And how the hell was I supposed to know?" She just frowned. "I'm leaving. You did it, so you deal with Miss Hyperactive. Amy you wanted to come, so you stay too. Consider this a little punishment from me. Adios." And with that, Kim left. Great, leave me in here with a sugared up Lauryyin and a cheating Amy. Just what the hell I need.