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Song - Keep Your Head Up
Artist - Girls Can't Catch
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6
'Keep your head up'
It was four days since the Maryse 'incident' and Barbie was already regretting her actions.
She cursed herself for letting Maryse wind her up so much. She'd never been a violent person, and her behaviour was totally out of character.
Embarrassment had kicked in, and she'd spent her past few days, hidden away unless there was something she absolutely had to do.
She was in Cody's hotel room, burying herself underneath his duvet covers, as Cody ordered room service for her.
"You want French fries?" Cody asked, covering the mouthpiece on the phone.
"Yes please." Barbie replied, sticking her head out from under the duvet covers. "And ketchup too. Lots of it."
"And can we get some ketchup with that?" Cody asked the person on the phone. "Yeah, room 135. Thanks."
As soon as Cody put the phone down, there was a loud knock at the door.
"I know the service here is supposed to be good, but I didn't think it'd be that good." Cody commented making his way over to the door.
Barbie reburied her head under the duvet, as the door clicked open.
"Um, B." Cody said reluctantly.
Barbie stuck her head out of the covers and saw Mickie standing above the bed.
Mickie shot Cody a 'Go-Away' look.
"Girl-talk?" Cody winced. "I'll go sit in the bathroom and listen to my iPod." He picked his iPod up off his desk and shut the bathroom door behind him.
Barbie and Mickie hadn't spoken since their argument on the day of the Maryse-Incident. Barbie didn't want to speak to her friend and Mickie was so disrespectful towards her.
"Hey, B." Mickie said quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"What do you want?"
"I want to say sorry, and I want you to come back to our hotel room." Mickie laughed. "It's a tip without your organisation. My clothes are everywhere, and I have..."
"This is a crappy apology."
"You know I always have to be right, and am rubbish at admitting I'm wrong." Mickie held up her hands. "So this is an apology from me. Please accept it."
Barbie sat thoughtfully for a moment.
"B?" Mickie said hopefully.
"I like your jacket." Barbie eventually said.
"It's yours."
"I know." Barbie winked.
- - -
"Now that has to be room service." Barbie said after hearing a knock at the door. Mickie had left about five minutes ago, and the two were back on good terms.
"Room service." Ted called from the door.
"Not the kind I'm looking for... where are my French fries?"
"French fries?" Ted raised an eyebrow, The Rock-style.
"Never mind." Barbie replied.
"What's up, man?" Cody asked.
"Just came to see how you and Evander Holyfield were?" Ted laughed.
"Shut up. I made a bad choice. She was being a bitch, not to mention the fact I'd screwed up my title match earlier on..." Barbie didn't dare shoot Ted a look.
"I still don't get how you lost that match." Cody said. "I mean, you've kicked her ass before. What changed?"
"I guess my mind was just on other things."
That was Barbie's chance to shoot Ted a look, to which he looked very guilty in response.
"I'm gonna go track down my French fries." Barbie said after an awkward silence.
- - -
The house show was almost over, and after losing a match against Beth Phoenix - not really on the best winning streak, are we B? She thought to herself – she was about to take a shower, until she heard a knock at the door.
"Hang on!" She called, putting on some clothes so she didn't answer the door in her underwear.
The person knocked again.
"Jeez, don't have a..." She didn't finish her sentence as she flung open the door and Ted DiBiase was stood in front of her.
"Don't have a...?" He smiled.
"...Cow?" She laughed. "But Rachel's not here, so you might want to look somewhere else for her." Barbie quickly changed the subject.
"Actually it's you I'm looking for."
Barbie could've misinterpreted that in many ways, however she eventually decided on the obvious.
"We need to talk about the other night... before your Divas title match." Ted said slowly, responding to the distant, faraway look in Barbie's eyes.
"Oh, right. You'd better come in then." Barbie held open the door, and Ted went inside and sat down on one of the benches.
"I don't really know what to say now I'm here." Ted laughed nervously.
Barbie shrugged at him.
"I think I might have overreacted the other day."
"When?" Barbie asked, curiously.
"The other day, before your match."
"Why? What did you do?" Barbie sat down next to him.
"When I yelled at you..."
"I know, silly. I just wanted to make you feel awkward."
"You're a bitch." He laughed.
"And you're a jerk, but I forgive you anyway." Barbie smiled back. "In all seriousness, I say we just put it behind us."
"That's a great idea. Hug it out?" He suggested, getting to his feet.
Barbie walked towards him and straight into his arms. She didn't know how to describe the feeling of him holding her again, but it felt...
"Heh-hem." The sound of a certain French-Canadian coughing came from the doorway.
"I'd better go." Ted said. "I'll see you later, B. Bye Maryse." He added before leaving.
"Ciao." Maryse smiled sweetly, before turning it into one of pure evil.
- - -
"That's a nice black eye you've got there, Maryse." Barbie began walking out. "Want me to give you another one to match?"
"You're so funny." Maryse said, however as Barbie walked towards her, she backed away slightly.
"Not as brave as you make out, eh?" Barbie laughed.
"I'm not here to brawl with you, that fight was so white trash." Maryse spat out. "All I'm going to say is stay away from Ted."
"Stay away?" Barbie repeated. "Trying to get your licks into him?"
"Puh-lease! I don't go for other girls boyfriends." Maryse paused. "Not anymore. He's with Rachel, and if you try and come between that, you'll have a lot more than Rachel to answer to."
"I'm shaking in my boots." Barbie mock-shook. "Besides, I'm with Cody."
"You should aim higher than someone else's boyfriend. I hear Mike Knox is available again."