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It was the loud amplified noise caused by the live band that welcomed Jon, to his dismay. He was hoping he'd walk in today and see her, Annie O'Sullivan. He dragged Sami along with him just so he could have someone to let his frustration out on if she doesn't turn up tonight. Jon had been wanting, no scratch that off, he's been needing to see her since their last encounter a couple of days ago in the wrestling tournament. He couldn't get the damn woman off his mind and Jon hated it. No woman has ever plagued his mind, not even his own mother who had caused so much stress to him while he was growing up as result of her negligence.
"Slow down on the booze," reminded Sami who disturbed Jon's train of thoughts. "What's with this girl anyway? You're like dying to see her," commented the dark haired man who raised an eyebrow as he questioned Jon. Somehow, Jon didn't know how to answer that question or make up any comeback about the statement Sami just said. The truth was that he just wanted to see her, to satisfy that nagging beneath his mind that craved to see her again and hear her soft voice. Damn that woman!
"She needs to fucking apologise for messing with me," muttered Jon, it was the only excuse he thought of, although secretly, he was somehow happy that she didn't apologised when he confronted her because it gave him a reason to want to see her. Sami merely chuckled as he took a swig of his own drink. "She made an enemy out of me, that little bitch," Jon grumbled, "she doesn't know that once you make an enemy out of me, you're going to have a bad time."
"Ohh scary," sarcastically, Sami exclaimed, it annoyed Jon. "Seriously Jon, look at yourself, you're like a love struck puppy or something. I've never seen you chase after a girl before, it's quite mind-blowing to even see that it's possible," Sami claimed, Jon merely hit the back of Sami's head in annoyance and that shut Sami up.
A few hours passed and to Jon's dismay and pure annoyance, she never appeared. The deafening noise of the live band further angered him for the current performers were not the ones he came there for. Frustrated, he asked the bartender who had been eyeing him since his last visit for another pint, Jon watched her disappear to get his drink. She returned with a couple buttons of her shirt undone and he ravished the sight yet he didn't felt the usual lustful need to fulfil the beast within him. Well, that was very odd, if he's himself today, he would have probably dragged her out of the bar and thrown her inside his car, but a particular brunette kept his mind busy lately and distracted him from his usual habits.
"Hey, girly!" Sami called the bartender who dreamily looked at Jon. She turned to look at him, a well-rehearsed smile on her face. "Where's that chick who sang the other night, the brunette?" Sami asked, his bold move annoyed Jon. Why does Sami care? The brunette was his', Jon angrily thought to himself.
"Oh Annie, no, no, she's not coming back handsome," replied the bartender. "She was only here for one night," she added, Jon frowned when he heard this. Now if he see that brunette again, he will really show her a lesson, so she'll know that messing with Jonathan Good is not a good thing.
"Where can I find her?" Sami continued to ask, Jon's frown grew, he didn't liked that Sami was poking his nose on something that's not his business.
"I don't know," replied the bartender, "but her grandfather, he own a barbershop down the road," she added, it earned a look of satisfaction from Sami and Jon upon the information.
"Thanks," Sami told her and he gave her a smile which made her blush before he tipped her twice the amount he normally would. Jon watched the waitress walk away to tend another customer and turned to look at Sami with venom in his eyes.
"Piss of Sami, Annie is mine," Jon grumbled as he grabbed Sami's shirt to pull him towards him closer, the dark haired man's eyes widened in surprise from Jon's action. Sami had never seen Jon so possessive and aggressive over a woman throughout the time he'd known him, it was almost surprising but amusing at the same time that it left him laughing.
"Dude, I don't want the girl, she's all yours, I was only doing what you've been too damn proud to do yourself and that is collecting helpful information, geez," Sami exclaimed as Jon slowly released him, almost embarrassed by his actions. "Wow, that chick must have some sort of effect on you, huh. Remind me to give her a trophy the next time I see her, for punching you in the face and for leaving you so smitten," chuckled Sami.
Annie woke up and almost instantly felt her head throb from a familiar type of headache. She rolled out of bed with her vision blurry as she stumbled on her own feet, it caused her to fall face first on the carpeted floor. She remained on the floor, sprawled, for the next few minutes, a part of her feared to get back up on her feet in case she falls over again. Tiredly, she closed her eyes, she recalled a pair of blue eyes that's been all over her dreams since last night and smiled. He demanded for an apology and Annie took note that the next time they encounter each other, she'll happily deny him of that apology he craved. He don't deserve it after all.
Weakly, she got up from the ground, her vision, ever so slowly, returned to normal. A sigh escaped her lips as she picked up the pain killers from the bedside table for her migraine. She stopped to pick up a torn piece of paper next to her medicine and sat on the bed before she unfolded the paper. The list made her smile to herself as she read all that she'd crossed out until her eyes landed on the remaining one that haven't been crossed out yet. The other night, she did 'Perform in front of a crowd' and Annie giggled to herself as she looked at the one under it, something that she ought to do next.
'Fall deeply, madly and truly in love,' it said.
Annie left home that day with lunch for her grandfather. It was the warm, sunny weather that welcomed her the moment she stepped out of the house. Annie spent quite some time travelling all over the country in the whole seven years that she was able to. She spent seven years in an adventurous journey travelling and exploring, she visited one state to another and spent her nights in camping grounds, surrounded by her communal family of travellers. She spent quite a lot of those seven years on the road, she would hitchhike or tag along with another group of travellers and hang in the back of their campervans. It was a great life but she decided it was time to settle down.
Philadelphia was her last stop, she decided that her grandfather was the loneliest and the family member she has who was alone, and he welcomed her with open arms in the small town he where he reside. She love living with him and she knew that he enjoy having a company around again. Since her grandmother left him about a decade ago, her grandfather had been distant from the family while their new step-grandfather took over the role he refused to take since the separation.
She arrived at her grandfather's barbershop and saw that he was still busy with work and was told to leave the lunch behind and explore the town instead of hanging about in the busy shop. Annie hesitated but her grandfather insisted, he had let her know that he'd take a while. Eventually, she was left with no choice but walk out of his barbershop, while she wondered to herself what she should do.
Jon leaned over the hood of his car and he whistled as she walked past him. She completely ignored him. He wasn't sure whether she did that on purpose to further mess with him or she genuinely missed noticing him completely. "Now, now, sunshine I have a feeling you've been stalking me lately," he began, his raspy voice caused her to turn and face him, hazel eyes wide. "First, you were at the bar, then the wrestling tournament and now here. You know, if it's me you wanted, you just need to say it," he winked, Annie blushed at what he was trying to imply but shook her head in an attempt to get some sense back into her brain.
She watched as his blue eyes looked at her from head to toe and it made her uncomfortable. "Oh, so I am stalker? As far as I'm concerned, you were the one who's hot on my trail," wittily, she replied and Jon liked that, that little fire in her eyes.
"Well, if you try to be a lot more kinder and apologise, maybe I'd let the matter go and not report your little stalker act to the cops," Jon continued as he dug around his pockets and pulled out a box of cigarette. Annie caught sight of the thing in his hand and backed away, she crinkled her nose in disapproval, Jon saw this and shove the box back to where it belonged in his pocket.
"Y-You wouldn't," she responded as she looked up at him while she folded her arms across her chest. Jon licked his lips at the sight of the cleavage that peered through her v-neck top.
Jon ran a hand through his hair as he chuckled to himself. "You wouldn't apologise no matter what I do," she nodded in agreement. She was a challenge but he like challenges and Jonathan Good never backed out from it. "Well," he started while he shoved his hands on the back pocket of his faded jeans, "now that I caught you stalking me, are you going to go anywhere that I'm not going?" he asked her, the humour in his voice made Annie smile to herself.
"Actually, I'm just headed to the post office to collect something," Annie began, Jon was still smiling and now, she noticed that he owned a pair of dimples on his cheeks. She's a fan of dimples and a sucker to those who have one, she eyed it for a couple of seconds, Jon noticed it and smiled wider to show it off.
"I'll come with you, a pretty girl shouldn't walk alone without protection,' he offered as he flexed his biceps upon the mention of the last word, Annie merely rolled her eyes.
"Look who's trying to stalk me now," jokingly, she teased, Jon merely smiled as he approached her, this time, Annie didn't back away. "I don't even know your name," she began as she wondered if his ring name, Jon Moxley was his actual name too.
"Jonathan Good at your service," he grinned, Annie smiled shyly in return. She shivered at the contact when he casually placed an arm over her shoulders as if they were buddies but she let him do it, embarrassed to admit to herself that she liked to have him so close.
They walked to the post office a couple of blocks away from the barbershop. For the first minute, it was filled with an awkward silence that made Annie very nervous but Jon opened his mouth and began to talk. With his arm still around her shoulders, Annie had trouble keeping up with his big, fast strides given that she has shorter legs than him, but she remained quiet and listened to his comments about how the post office was too far away from the town square. They were so close that she could smell him, his familiar odour which consisted of nicotine, minty gum, a hint of alcohol and his body spray and oddly enough, she liked his scent, it's a scent that made her determine him from the rest, along with his ragged appearance.
"…what are you going to pick up from the post office?" Jon asked her out of curiosity as they turned to another street, he continued to hold her close. It allowed him to feel her warmth and softness and to catch a whiff of her apple shampoo.
"A parcel," Annie's simple reply came and Jon chose not to ask any more. To look so interested was the last thing he wanted to show to her. She should be the one interested. How many skanks from the local strip club would want to be in her position right now? However, here was this woman with the chance to be so close to him yet she still haven't asked him a single question about himself, that annoyed and disappointed him.
When they arrived at the post office, Jon waited for her as she picked her parcel up. She returned a couple of minutes later with a small box, a happy smile on that pretty face of hers. "Thanks for coming with me, Jonathan," Annie began only to stop when she felt his arm snake around her waist on their way out of the post office, his action surprised her and Jon found amusement in that.
"It's Jon, call me Jon," he corrected, in response, Annie nodded her head and remained quiet. "You know, I'm really hungry," he began as he looked down at the top of her head while they walk, "wanna grab some food with me?" that was Jonathan Good's way of showing a girl he's interested and he waited as a minute passed and she still haven't replied. Unbeknownst to him, the woman he held blushed like a love-struck school girl next to him.
Once she recovered from the shock after his offer, Annie cleared her throat in hopes that she doesn't sound like what she felt as an excited bundle of joy jumping up and down. "Well, since you offered and it cannot be classified as an act of stalking, why not."