Can't Help But Wait
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Ch. 8: Admitting
-Lauryyin's POV-
"Give it back, Matthew!" Right now, I'm chasing Matt around his house, because he has one of my bras in his hand. We're going back on the road today. Chris is gonna be here to pick me up in a few. "Here girl. Ya take the fun outta everything." He pouted and handed me my bra. The only reason he gave up so easily, is because I had one of his bats in my hand. And I wasn't afraid to use it.
"Aww, poor Matty." I grinned as I finished packing my suitcase. For some reason, he and Jeff have been acting really weird today. They've been distracted. They're up to something. Matt's normally not involved with Jethro's shenanigans, but I have a feeling that he's in this. I don't know for sure if they're planning something or not, but I know how I can figure it out.
I left Matt in the guest room to mumble to himself, so I could find Jeff. Ah, he's in his room. I didn't bother to knock. "Jeffy, baby. I came for my kiss goodbye." I said in my most seductively sweet voice. He was laying in his bed, deep in thought.
He has that bionic hearing. You know, that hearing where he hears what you don't want him to hear. I know he heard me, but he just ignored me. My suspicions are true. They're definitely up to something. "Jeff, did you hear me?" I asked as I walked to the side of his bed.
"What? Oh yeah, yeah. Bye." He said without moving. Ugh, loser. I tried to get him out of his thoughts for a couple minutes, but he wouldn't budge. So I just left out. Matt and Jeff are strange.
"You should've seen him in the pool!" I squealed. I'm in the rental car with CJ and my sister Kim. "He was so hot!" I'm talking about Mark being all wet in Matt's backyard. He was hot, for a big dead guy. "Hey, junior. Stop with the hot Mark talk around me, please." And that's CJ.
"Hush up and stay out of girl talk, vato." Kim laughed. "But really, stop with the hot Mark talk. That's kinda strange." Now she wasn't laughing. "How's it strange? If someone's hot, they're hot. Christina's hot, in a girly way." We both laughed at that. CJ, who was driving, poked me.
"I told you not to call me that. And I'm not hot, I'm a sexy beast, Yas." He laughed. I poked him back. I hate that 'Yas', it sounds kinda gay. But now you see where I get my annoying ways.
"So, how's the boyfriend?" Kim asked. CJ seemed interested in my answer, too. "He's good. A little on the paranoid side, but good." Come to think of it, he's been nothing but a sweetheart to me since we've been together. Well, except when he was questioning me about Jeff.
"Oh yeah Chrissy, I heard that you're writing a book." Kim said as we entered the Ford Center's parking lot. We're in Oklahoma. "Yup. One of my many talents." Cocky CJ. "Yeah, you can add that to your other talents. Being an assclown, wearing ricockulous outfits, thinking you can sing, want me to finish?" See, this is fun. My sister and my CJ always get into these little arguments.
"Hey, don't dis his singing. I happen to love Chrissy's voice." I laughed. "Thank you Lori. She's just jealous. I won't be thanking her in my book."
We're inside now. Avoided most of the crowd. I'm glad, because the fan-paparazzi would have pictures of Chris and I holding hands, and get the wrong idea. I'm still checking the web to see, though. They already know that Dave and I are an item, so we can be in public.
"Latino Heat and the big dead freak! What the hell are you two here for?" I squealed as I walked up to Eddie and Mark, who were talking to Randy Orton. Why the hell are these two SmackDown dorks here?
"I'm on the show, tonight. You didn't get your script?" Eddie asked while Randy and I poked each other like five year olds. You should see the way Mark is staring at me, hilarious!
"Eduardo, you idiot. We just got here. CJ's gone to let them know, I'm sure he'll get them, why? What's so important with the script?" I questioned. "Nothing, chica." He grinned. You know Eddie's promos, where he's lying and you can tell? Well, he's like that for real. He cant lie without laughing or smiling. I guess I get that from him, cause I can't lie without singing my words.
"Uh huh. So Randall, what's going on vato?" We had stopped poking each other, on account of Mark, the buzz kill, grabbing both of our fingers. I poked my tongue at him and he bit the air and growled. Weirdo.
"I'm not saying nothing. I've been sworn to secrecy." Randy said as he put his arms up. He started to back away, but I followed, only to be drug back by Chris. He had gotten the script for tonight. Eddie had wandered off somewhere.
As I read over them, I noticed that I had to be Eddie's valet. He was gonna 'accidentally' spear me. Ooh, I'm part of the Rey and Eddie storyline. I love heels. And heel Eddie is badass. But the bad thing is, I'm still a face, even though I'm gonna be with Eddie. Yup, on account of Eddie getting pissed at me for checking on his opponent and spearing me to the ground, I'm going full on, hurt-little babyface.
I so want to be a heel. They're cool. "Dammit all! Why do they insist on making me a charity case?" I'm frustrated now. Storyline writers suck. "She's pissed about not turning heel, huh?" Eddie asked as he stood beside me.
"Yeah man. I haven't seen anyone who wanted to be hated as much as you do." Mark laughed. "Eddie did. And look where it got him. He's awesome!" I exclaimed. Everyone shook their heads like I was some kind of nutcase. Eddie and I sat in catering and talked about how we were gonna do this stunt.
There's no way to do it without me getting hurt, so we did it the best way we could. I walked Eddie out. The crowd was confused as hell to see me out there with him. I still heard a few cheers for me, though. I hate wearing these little hoochie boy shorts.
Eddie got the mic, and talked about how his familia had turned their backs on him for turning on Rey. He said that I was one of his only family members who cared for him. He went on to threaten his opponent, while I gave him questioning looks. Simon Dean's music hit, and the match was on.
I cheered for Eddie, until he stated to get too violent. I started yelling for him to stop, but he paid no attention. He won the match, but kept pounding on Simon. Eventually he threw Simon out of the ring, which caused me to run over to see if he was okay. That pissed off Eddie and he got out the ring to holler at me for checking on Simon.
Simon got up and stood in front of me. But when Eddie decided to run into Simon, he ducked out of the way, causing me to be hit with the spear. My back ended up hitting the steel steps with a big bang.
Simon didn't wait and see how I was doing, instead he ran away. Eddie was already enraged, but he softened when he picked me up and carried me to the back. See, this would give the fans a little hope that Eddie would soon again be a face. Sorry fans, but this just helps heel Eddie.
"Okay, put me down!" I screamed from Eddie's arms. He carried me all the way backstage. All the way to the trainers. Downfall of being around wrestlers, you don't have a choice but to follow them. If you don't, they'll just pick you up and carry you wherever they want. "Ice, man. We need ice." I rolled my eyes at Eddie. He put me down onto the trainers table so he could check my back.
-Mark's POV-
After my match with some jobber, I went to see how Fuego was doing. I saw her hit those steel steps. That looked painful.
When I walked in, I wanted to walk right back out. Poor Fuego, her lower back is all bruised up. Then she's got Eddie all over her. He's yelling for her to stop moving and she's yelling at him for trying to keep her down. Strike poor Fuego, more like poor trainer. I couldn't hold in laughs.
"Just give me the damn ice please!" She yelled to Tim, the trainer. I can't believe they didn't notice me at the door. "He's just trying to help darlin." I chuckled. All three of them jumped when I spoke.
"If EG wasn't making a big fuss over me, I wouldn't be mad." She growled. "Well damn darlin', looks like you gonna be screaming at me, too." I chuckled at her scowl. She's kinda cute when she's mad.
Actually, she's fine as hell when she's mad. The way her big brown eyes burn with rage. Damn, I've been around the dark side a little too much.
I watched as the trainer helped her down. She had on a skin tight tank top, but had to take it off for Tim to wrap elastic bandages around her waist to keep the ice pack in place. She actually has on a bra today. Damn, does she look good in pink. I think it's her favorite color.
"And don't let her anywhere near alcohol." That's Eddie, telling me the rules of watching Fuego. There's a reason behind all this over protectiveness towards her, but I'll try to figure that out later.
"Ah, shut up estúpido. Isn't today go bug my sisters day?" Fuego asked with her hands on her hips. Before Eddie could speak, I grabbed the loud mouthed little thing and carried her out to the parking lot. Damn, she's loud.
"And you're not touchin' my radio, little girl." I said as she got into the rental truck. "I have my own music, you big dead freak." She grinned and held up her ipod. "Whatever Fuego."
She's spending a few days at my house because no one's gonna be home with her. We're at my house, now. Again, I don't know why she needs to be watched so much, but I don't mind. I told her that Sara's gone to stay with her sister for the week. I haven't told anyone about our separation except for Glen.
I'm pretty much a private guy, so everybody doesn't need to know all that. Unless I meet somebody. Actually, I have met somebody. The problem is, she's nineteen. A kid. A sweet little naïve kid. In case ya'll haven't noticed, I'm talking about Fuego.
I admit it, okay. I kinda like the kid. She's cool. "Goddamn it!" That's her now. She asked to use my laptop a few minutes ago. Eddie didn't give me any rules on letting her use laptops. "Come read this." She said, practically dragging me over to the guest bed she had the laptop on.
"Calm down." I laughed as she plopped down on the bed. "Read this bullshit. Increíble! No puedo creer esto. Hablas en serio?" Ugh, Latin chicks. Her and Eddie with their Spanish outbursts. I really need to brush up on it.
"Run that by me one more time, darlin." I smirked at her scowl. "I said, unbelievable. I can't believe this. Are you serious? Look at this." She turned the laptop toward me laid back onto the bed, mumbling something else in Spanish.
As I looked at the screen, I realized what she was ranting about. There was pictures of her, Irvine, and her sister entering the arena the other day. Her and Irvine were holding hands. There was a little article about her cheating on Dave with him. "Get used to it, darlin. There's more where this crap came from." I sighed and moved the laptop to the other side of me.
I laid back beside her and turned on my side, ready for her to get her rant going. She turned on her side to look me in the face. Goddamn she was beautiful. And her eyes were, they were just captivating. "That's sick. He's my fucking godfather." She spoke. Her voice was shaky, as if she was about to cry.
"Come on, girl. You had better not start cryin' over that. I know you've seen and heard worse." I tried to make her feel better. She closed her eyes. "Yeah, Eddie and his problems over the years. You'd think I could take that shit. Long story, and I'm not telling you. I just have a thing with false accusations." She stated. She sounded a lot more normal now.
She had opened her eyes now. A few tears streamed down her face. I fought the urge to wipe the tears away and kiss her. Hey, I said kinda like her. And tears always gets to me, I hate when women cry.
Wait, her and Eddie are really close. I know there was some pretty harsh things wrote and said about him in recent years, and I know that no matter how overprotective he was of her, she was the same with him. I know whatever she heard had to hurt her.
"I didn't mean to bring that up-" She cut me off before I could finish. "No. I'm glad you did. It's not all because of Eddie with my hatred of tabloids and shit. But like I said, I'm not telling you. Anyway, if I can get through that, then why can't I get through everyone thinking I'm fucking my godfather?" She chuckled. I raised my eyebrow at her.
"That's not exactly what the article said, Fuego." She smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. I swear, she has her big cousin's smile. "You didn't read the other websites, Deadman." She chuckled and sat up.
"What you got planned for tonight?" I asked, sitting up too. "I'm taking over your big ass tv and watching all three Godfather movies." Her smile got bigger when she said the name of the movie. "You like that type of stuff?" I asked. She gave ma a quizzical look.
"Hell yeah, vato. Santino had my heart, when I was little. James Caan is a yummy man. Although if James Hetfield grunts in my ear, I'll be all his." She started to laugh and turn red a bit. Ha, she's blushing. "Weird kid. I'm joining ya, so I'll be popping the popcorn." I said as we both stood up.
She started to stretch. As she lifted both her arms over her head, her tight little t-shirt crept up. I could see the bruise where she hit the steps. The trainer said she didn't get hit hard, she just bruises easily. Why the hell am I staring at this kid? That's what she is after all. Even though she's naïve to the fact that Dave's a dog, she's kinda mature for her age.
But her age, dammit. I can't have feelings for a kid her age. But she's so sweet, and she makes me laugh without even trying. She doesn't listen to a goddamn thing I say. She's quick to tell me off, smartass. But I think I like that. She's young as hell, but I think I'm falling for this kid. Even if age wasn't a factor, how in the hell can I get with her anyway?
I know she think's I'm sexy, hell she's told me that before. But I don't know if she could ever think of me like that. Plus she's all goo goo eyed over Dave's cheating behind. Now I'm really reconsidering Matt and Jeff's offer to help them expose Dave.
"Eww, popcorn? You can eat it all yourself. I'm going for the chocolate ice cream in the freezer. Sara wouldn't mind, would she?" She asked with a pleading smile. "Nah, it's mine. You can have it." I chuckled at the fact that she had already looked in the refrigerator. She clapped her hands together and ran downstairs to the kitchen, I'm guessing.
'We sat and watched the first two movies and into the beginning of the third, she got a phone call from her boyfriend. I frowned when he called because his voice was on the ringtone. Guess he got jealous of Hardy's voicetone. I heard her tell him that she was missing one of her favorite movies and after a few more uh-huh's and okay's, she hung up and returned to her spot on the couch next to me.
"What'd he want?" I asked, a little more harshly than I intended. "Chill, he just wanted to check up on me. He read that shit about Chrissy and I, and went all jealous boyfriend on me. How in the fuck can he even think that I even once thought about CJ like that? Hello, that's like incest or something." She was damn near screaming and her face was full blown red.
He had pissed her off, even though she didn't seem like it when she was talking to him. She turned and looked at me, I was staring at her already. "What, no 'I told ya he was no good' speeches?" She sassed. I sighed. "Fuego, I told you I'm out of it. So I have nothing to say about your dumb ass boyfriend. I'm watching a movie." I smirked at her. "Whatever." She smirked back.
She fell asleep a few minutes later. She actually kept leaning her head on my shoulder, but whenever she noticed that she was, she'd jump back up. I got tired of her jumping so much, so when I noticed her drifting off, I grabbed her and carried her off to the guest room. To my surprise, she didn't protest. She just wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my chest as I carried her upstairs. As I pulled back the covers with one hand and gently placed her in the bed, she woke up. She smiled at me with that enticing smile, I pulled the covers onto her. I smiled back. "Goodnight, Fuego."