"Pride and Prejudice"
An Edge/Ashley fanfic

Thanks to xAttitudex, Christal-R, The Rated R Superstar and sizzlin' diva for reviewing last chapter! Hope you like this one, read and review as always : )


Chapter 11: A Deal is a Deal

"Morning punkie," Adam approached the self proclaimed dirty diva who was sat on the bench where they had decided to meet.

She was wearing a pair of black baggy low riders and a pink baby tee; she had on a black wristband with a punk skull in the middle; and her dirty blonde hair was straight, loose on her shoulders. She found herself literally checking him out as he advanced towards her in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white "Affliction" t-shirt. He had a pair of sneakers on and his eyes were hidden behind his shades. He definitely looked hot. She shook her head shocked by her own thoughts and rolled her eyes at the sight of his infamous grin.

"I told you to not call me punkie, and besides you're late." She huffed folding her arms.

"Glad to see you too." He sarcastically commented handing her a paper cup, "And I'm late cause I bought breakfast." He added lifting up his own cup, "Figured you were a morning person." He rolled his eyes.

"Uh… right, thanks." She said feeling a little guilty cause he had actually done something nice.

"Maybe you didn't notice cause you were too busy checking me out to look at the cups in my hands…" He smirked, "Trying to decide if I look better with my clothes on?"

"What?" She almost chocked on her coffee "I wasn't checking you out!" She lied.

"Oh yes, you were!" He grinned.

"No, I wasn't!" She slightly blushed.

"Whatever you say, punkie. And btw that's called 'denial'."

"And that's called 'being too high on yourself'." She snapped back, "And besides don't call me punkie."

"As you wish… sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes, "Can't you just call me Ashley, if you must?"

"Nope," he grinned, "where's the fun if that doesn't annoy you? And besides, you're pretending to be my girlfriend, I have to practice."

"Thanks for reminding me, I must have been a fool to accept this." She said almost to herself rolling her eyes, "Shall we?" She then added standing up and throwing the empty cup in the bin next to her.

"The car I rented is over there, but can we walk together or shall I go first?" He sarcastically asked.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She said genuinely puzzled.

"You wanted to meet outside the hotel, guess you didn't want the others to see us together. I don't want to spoil your plan." He blankly said without caring to hide the bitterness in his voice.

Ashley stared at him as taken aback for a moment before speaking more softly than usual. "It's nothing personal, I just wanted to avoid gossips around us. Besides, it would be a little weird to explain what we are doing when that's for hiding something in the first place."

He nodded at the second explanation that made actually sense, then it was his turn to look puzzled. "Gossips around us?"

"Yeah, someone saw you outside my door when you came to apologize after our 'date' and evidently he or she spread the word." She rolled her eyes.

"Really? Wow." He commented impressed and surprised by the news.

"Yeah I know. Layla told me… so I figured you already knew."

"And how?" He asked not seeing her point.

"Well I'm not the one who's always around Kelly and Brooke." She pointed out.

"Oh… I could say that you're almost jealous punkie." He grinned.

"What? Please." She scoffed.

"Gotcha." He beamed, "First you were checking me out and now you're jealous… this trip is getting really interesting."

"You're talking nonsense."

"Whatever." He smirked.

"And btw… who would believe those gossips, c'mon! Only your girlfriends!" She added after a few seconds with a laugh.

"What's so funny now?"

"C'mon, you and me? Sounds pretty ridiculous!" She shook her head amused.

"Why?" He asked placing his hands in his jeans' pocket and trying to act casually.

"Because in case you haven't noticed we just don't click." And with that she grabbed her suitcase and marched towards the car.

"Yeah, I have noticed." He whispered to himself with a sigh.

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xxx 3 hours later xxx

"You totally sleep like a dead person, you know?" Adam said amused walking beside Ashley as they made their way out of the crowded airport.

"I wasn't sleeping, I was just relaxing." She pointed out.

"You were snoring." He remarked with his trademark grin.

"I was what? I surely don't snore!" She protested.

"But anyway you were asleep."

"Maybe I was just taking a nap… I told you I'm not a morning person." She gave up rolling her eyes.

"Haha," He beamed "told ya."

"Whatever… oh great!" She muttered as one of her suitcase's wheels got stuck.

"Let me take it." He offered.

"No, it's okay. I can still lift it up instead of pull it."

"C'mon." He insisted.

"I can handle it." She stubbornly replied.

"Do I have to remind you that last time we had this same conversation you ended up with your clothes spread in the middle of the parking lot? Now I'd love to see that priceless look on your face again, but I was just saying that you may avoid that déjà vu."

"Fine, take it." She rolled her eyes as he beamed.

"You're welcome." He said amused and leaning his arm forward to grab the suitcase, his hand slightly touched hers making the punk diva blush and the rated R superstar feel a little embarrassed.

"Thanks." She said with a little smile as he just gave her a nod in response.

They walked into the parking lot in silence and reached his own car that someone had taken there for him the night before. She recognized it and as soon as it was open walked inside while he placed their luggage in the back.

"Geez how many clothes have you brought punkie?" He asked taking his seat next to her.

"What, my suitcase was too heavy for Mr. World Heavyweight Champion?" She giggled.

"Just saying." He rolled his eyes.

"BTW you didn't say anything about this thing we have to attend, so I didn't know exactly what to bring." She explained.

"Speaking of… let's talk about it, girlfriend." He mischievously smiled turning to look at her for a second.

"Rule n°1: no kisses, no making out, nothing of this. You agreed." She firmly pointed out.

"And how would you pretend to be my girlfriend without any action? I could have said as well that you were my sister then." He rolled his eyes.

"Fiine." She gave up rolling her eyes, "But I'll kiss you only when we can't avoid it AND only in front of other people. Clear? And no tongues involved."

"Crystal." He smiled satisfied wondering how she could stop him in front of the others if he decided to ignore the last rule, "But don't forget what I told you anyway."

"And it is?" She raised an eyebrow.

"At the end of the night it will you who'll decide to kiss me." He said with a smirk, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and looked outside the window "keep dreaming."

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"I thought we were going at the hotel?" Ashley asked with a puzzled look half an hour later as they stopped outside the gate of a beautiful, huge house.

"Nope, we don't need any hotel. We're staying here, at my house."

"Wow…" She almost whispered standing in front of the building.

"What punkie?" He chuckled passing her by carrying their bags, "Got you impressed?"

"It's huge! And awesome!" She commented amazed.

"Glad you like it, c'mon I show you the way."

"Hope you have at least a guest room… you're not thinking that I'll sleep with you, are you?" She skeptically asked following him inside.

"Geez punkie," he laughed "you always think so high of me, I'm quite flattered. And you got your room btw."

"Thanks, good to know." She said with a giggle, amused by his comment.

"Ok, here's the kitchen… the fridge should be full so help yourself whenever you want to; on the right there's the living room; then the entertainment room-"

"Entertainment?"

"PS2, dvds, wrestling gadgets, action figures, flat tv screen and so on." He explained still keep walking.

"Cool!" She commented.

"Then down there you go to the gym and the pool and-"

"Wait… have you just said pool?"

"Exactly." He chuckled at her excited expression, "And gym accessorized with a real ring."

"Gosh I wanna die here!" She exclaimed making him laugh.

"Let's go," he then said leading her on the second floor, "okay, over there that's my room and other guest rooms and here," he stopped outside one, "there's yours."

"Thank you, it's really nice here." She sincerely smiled checking out 'her' room.

"Your bathroom is behind that door, do whatever you'd like." He lightly smiled placing her suitcase on the floor and left the room.

"Aww this house is amazing!" She squealed collapsing on the comfy queen sized bed and taking out her ipod from her pocket when there was already a knock on the door.

"I forgot to say punkie… you don't intend to accompany me with those boots of yours, do you?"

"What?" She exclaimed instinctively looking down at her beloved fighting boots at her feet.

"Your boots." He repeated from behind the door, "They still make you look like a duck."

"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself marching to the door and opening it. "We're not having this conversation all over again." She rolled her eyes.

He grinned leaning on the doorframe, "Then show me what you got."

"Sorry?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Show me which clothes you took with you to see what the best is for tonight." He smirked 'innocently' "Just offering my help."

"Wait here." She rolled her eyes and closed the door in his face.

"Hey! Why did you do that?" He exclaimed.

"I don't want you to look in my suitcase," she explained, "the last time you started to pick up my lingerie."

"Oh yeah, I remember that." He grinned.

"Shut up." She glared at him opening the door again.

"So?" He beamed.

"I was thinking of wearing one of these two." She informed showing him two dresses. The first was a dress long to the knees that was black in the upper part and then white under the waist line, decorated with skulls and lots of red roses. The other one was the one she wore for the presentation of Timbaland's music video, the bright pink, skull printed, dress.

"You're kidding, right?"

"What? Why?"

"Cause my girlfriend doesn't wear this punk rubbish." He pointed out rolling his eyes.

"Well sorry if I have my own personality and I'm not a Barbie to dress up at your will." She scoffed "And besides it's not my fault if you didn't tell me before which kind of event we're going to attend. So, should I go naked or what?"

"You don't have anything that is not punk or has not skulls and crossbones all over it?" He rolled his eyes.

"Exactly."

"Ok, let's go."

"Where?" She asked confused.

"To the mall to buy you something you can actually wear tonight." He said matter-of-factly.

"What?" She said surprised, then added "Well I think you have to stick with my "punk rubbish" anyway.

"Why?"

"Promise me you won't laugh."

"Shoot." He said puzzled.

"I forgot my credit card, I can't buy anything."

"And that's all?"

"Yep."

"I don't see the problem, I can buy you a dress."

"What? No really, I don't think-"

"Well we can't go if you don't have a proper dress… so or you'll let me buy you something or I'll tell everybody that you stalked me in the showers."

"What? You won't!"

"A deal is a deal."

She just glared at him.

"C'mon punkie, I insist. It's no big deal, I don't intend to ask you to marry me after shopping."

"Okay, fine… thanks then." She rolled her eyes but smiled and blushed a little, "But don't even think that I'm going to wear something like your lovely Lita. I take the girlfriend part, not the hoe one." She firmly said.

"Okay," He rolled his eyes amused and pulled her out of the room, "Let's go, c'mon. Oh and we'll also buy you a pair of shoes of course."

"Shoes? Who said anything about my shoes?"

"Not your ducky boots punkie, not tonight." He pushed her forward.

"Despot." She muttered.


Next chapter: shopping together! And then their night out...will Adam be right with that kiss he warned Ashley about? And why in the last chap he called someone after reading her myspace? What is he up to?