Can't Help But Wait
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE! Only Lauryyin & the usual others
Notes: Okay, I know you probably thought I had forgotten about this story, but I didn't. I just had some serious blockage. But guess what? I'm back with it! I've missed this story. It's not gonna be too long, but I'll try to make it very interesting.
In this chapter, I wanted to show that Dave was sweet. I just can't have him being a bad guy all the time.
SmackDown was funny. "Where to, Teddy?" Deliciousness, indeed!
Thank you soooooo much you lovely readers and reviewers! Your feedback motivates me!!!!!
Ch. 9: Operation: E.H.A.
-Lauryyin's POV-
"Had fun?" That's my big sister Dylen. She's on SmackDown, so I don't see her much. Tonight, she's in a 10-diva battle royal with me. "Yup. I taught Mark the wonders of Mortal Kombat." I laughed as we entered the Joe Louis Arena. We're in the Motor City.
"You know that I'm supposed to be watching you tonight." She said as we entered catering to read our scripts. "What the hell are you talking about, Dy?" I snarled as we sat down. "I'm talking about señor meat head and you. Crystal's orders, dudette." She half smiled.
"Yeah, well say you did and don't." I said as Dave sat next to us. She frowned when I kissed him. "Soy fuera de ello. No veo nada. Adios." She smiled and walked off. "What'd she say?" Dave asked.
"Don't worry about it. How are you?" I smiled. We talked on our way to catering. Just some regular small talk. He's seriously a sweetie. Since I'm getting a little more freedom, I'm traveling with Dave to the next city. Normally I would travel with Chrissy and my sisters, but he convinced Eddie to let me go with Dave.
Isn't Chris just awesome?
"You ready for your match?" He asked as he walked me into catering. "Yeah, Chris finally decided to let me use the Lionsault. He's so damn overprotective. Every move I try to use, he disapproves. I mean, he taught me half of the stuff I know, so unless he's not confident in his training, he shouldn't be too worried about me doing some highflying moves. Stubborn ass." Dave just laughed.
I frowned. "What's funny" I asked, trying to sound upset. Notice that I said trying, to sound upset. His laugh and smile is so cute, I can't get mad at him quick. "Nothing. You're cute when you rant. Your cheeks get red, too." He said with a chuckle. "I didn't notice that." I weakly smiled. See what I mean, he's adorable.
After my match, which I was one of the last to get eliminated, I noticed the Deadman talking to one of the guys. "And you're here because?" I sassily said as I walked up to him with my hands on my hips. He gave me one of his famous looks. I don't know what the hell it meant, but he gave it to me. "Business. Why?" He said as we walked toward catering.
"Oh, no reason. I'm just making sure you aren't on one of Eddie's secret spying missions. You're both really good at that." I smirked. "Naw, I ain't spyin' on ya darlin'." He drawled in that southern accent of his. And I thought my Spanish accent was bad. I guess we have something in common. We can clean up the accents if need be.
"Well, did you see my match?" I asked. "It was okay. You gotta jump the rope in the right spot for that hurricanrana, though. I would help ya, but I ain't flippin' off of shit." He chuckled.
Once we got to catering, I was greeted by Dave and some of the other guys.
I got complimented pretty well for my awesome Lionsault. The best compliment was from overprotective ass Christina. It is his move, after all. He said I had mastered it. I know one of the wrestling rules are not to brag, but I think I did pretty damn good.
-Mark's POV-
After talking to the guys for a while, I decided to head on to the next city.
I know I told Fuego that I was there for business, but I lied. She was the business I was there for. I knew she had a match and I wanted to see her. She's really improving in the ring. She should be, she was trained by some greats.
We talked for a while until her boyfriend came along. His annoying ass took over the whole conversation. The more I see him and her together, the more I want to expose his lying ass. Those wacky Hardy's are making more and more sense to me.
-Laryyin's POV-
"Oooh, What a quiet boy you are." Dave and I sang as he drove. He loves 'Tallica as much as I do. Invisible Kid is badass. We continued singing for a while, until his phone rang. "Aren't you gonna get that?" I asked. "Nah. It's just my sister checking up on me. I'll call her back later." He replied.
Rental cars and planes, ugh. We're in Chicago. I hate sleeping in planes. Dave snores, which made it so much worse. I know that I'm gonna need a ton of cover-up. I seriously look a total hot mess. And I'm in dire need of a comb or two.
Dave said I was cute. I told him he must've been sniffing some heavy shit. When we checked into the hotel, I finally got some rest. Not a lot of rest, but it'll do. We're having a house show tonight. After this, I'm going home. Got a photo shoot in a few days. At least it's in Texas.
After my match with Christy, I headed into catering to grab a bottle of water. I damn near dropped the water on account of someone tapping me on my back. I was gonna go off on whoever it was, but when I turned around, I smiled. "I'm starting to think that you're stalking me." I said as I put my hair in a ponytail. "Nah. I'm just helping a few of the guys." Mark smiled.
"I can't wait until today's over. I finally get to go home. I so miss my bed." I said as I sat on one of the equipment boxes. "I'm headed home, too."
-Dave's POV-
After my match, I headed backstage to find my girl. When I found her, she was chatting with Taker. He was smiling when I first walked up, but as soon as he saw me, that smile turned into a frown. Maybe even a scowl.
"I'll catch up with you later, Fuego." He said as he started to walk off. "Yeah, okay." She smiled. Mark was talking to one of the ref's, but he was still scowling at me. I smirked and wrapped my arms around Lauryyin's neck. "Your match was great, babe." I grinned as I leaned in to kiss her.
"Thank you." She smiled. I didn't see Mark after I kissed her. I guess he ran to tell Eddie or some shit like that. They really need to let the girl live her own life. "What's on your agenda tonight?" I asked. "I'm headed home."
"You know, you can stay at my house." I sweetly smiled. I'm working my charm. It works every time. "Nah, I can't." Well, almost every time. "Why not?" I asked with a little more aggression than I intended. "Calm down, vato. I have a photo shoot scheduled in two days."
I smiled. "You need me to drive you to the airport?" I generously asked. "Nah. I think I'm gonna go with Mark. He's headed home, too." She replied. I gave a pitiful smile. "Aww, you're so cute." She chuckled as she pulled my face to hers.
"Alright, I'll call you when I get home." She said as she left the arena with Mark. I can understand why they want to protect her so much. She's really adorable. Despite the age difference, I could really see us taking things further.
-Mark's POV-
The trip home was pretty sweet. The more time I spend with Fuego, the more I realize that I want her. I'm real good at hiding it, though. No one suspects a thing.
On the subject of suspecting things, lets talk about Dave. He's such a dick. I know he just kissed her cause he knew I was watching. I don't know what the hell she see's in him. He's an ass. But no matter what I say to her, she's not gonna listen. She's stubborn as hell. But after all, that's one of the things that attracts me to her.
I don't want her to get hurt, but it seems like that's the only way she'll get it through her thick head. Expose him.
I hate to say it, but I'm calling the Hardys.
-Jeff's POV-
"Yeah?" I said as I answered my cell. "Hardy, this is Mark. Whatever the hell you and your brother got planned, I'm in." He said. "Damn, ya called just in time. I'll call ya tomorrow with the details, man. Operation E.H.A. is in full effect." I laughed. "What the hell is E.H.A?" Mark asked. "Expose His Ass. That's what it mean. We gon' expose his lyin' cheatin' ass."
"Boy, you are a little too enthused about that. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He chuckled as he hung up the phone.