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Soft contemporary folk music filled the room as the bright sunlight crept through the cracks of the window. Disturbing the soft, flowy melody was the sudden loud, mechanical suckling of the vacuum cleaner. From a room adorned with dust, clothing and knick-knacks that was scattered everywhere, slowly, they disappeared one by one to leave a spotless sight. A few minutes later and the room was filled with the smooth melody once more, the sound of the vacuum disappeared with a flick of a button.
Annie looked around her surroundings with a smile of satisfaction on her lips. She glanced down at her bed, the blanket she had received from Trina was there and it looked lovely because it belongs there. Bare feet against the soft carpet, Annie approached the window. She opened it wide and let every ounce of sunlight in the room, illuminating it brightly. For a while, she stared out the window, facing the old, wooden fence that separated her grandfather's house with the people next door. Her mind wandered about, not for the first time today, she thought about a certain blue eyed man with a mind of a boy, with messy locks and adorable dimples, the image of his familiar face caused the smile that crept back on her face.
It's been three days since she'd last seen Jonathan Good. Normally, if she leaves the house, the chances of seeing him was very high. However, over the past three days, since their confrontation gone wrong at the diner, she hasn't seen him anywhere downtown. It worried Annie that she had offended him on their last encounter when she didn't intend to. However, a part of her doesn't regret calling him an ass full of pride because he is one. A gorgeous, sexy chunk of ass…Annie shook her head to brush the ridiculous thought away. However, unlike him, she won't let her pride dominate her, she'll apologise this time around because she's at fault.
Jeff looked up from the TV when Annie slowly made her way to the couch, still dressed in her pyjamas despite the fact that it's already two in the afternoon. She sat next to him, hand creeping on the bowl of chips resting on his lap. 'Hey Gramps,' she began, Jeff tore his gaze away from the TV to look at her with an eyebrow raised, 'you know that wrestler, Jon Moxley?' she began to ask, Jeff merely chuckled. He recalled the odd exchange between his own granddaughter and the young wrestler, from his little wink right at her direction during his match to their little confrontation by the car park.
'Is he your boyfriend or something?' he asked, Annie almost instantly blushed at this.
'No! Of course he's not,' Annie responded quickly, Jeff chuckled at her behaviour, it's so very out of character for his own granddaughter to be blushing like a smitten school girl over a conversation about a certain boy. 'D-do you, umm, know where I can find him?' she asked. Jeff once more turned his attention back to her and began laughing, he laughed so hard there were tears in the corner of his eyes.
'He's not your boyfriend but you wanted to know where you can find him,' the elder man chuckled, shaking his head. 'You won't find him anywhere, kid, he's out for the rest of the week with the rest of the wrestling company, they're touring Ohio,' Jeff replied, addressing her question. Annie was disappointed to hear this but masked it with a light laugh.
Jon closed his blue eyes as he stood under the shower, the cold bullets of water soothed the soreness all over his body as it washed away the sweat and blood that tainted his skin from head to toe. There was a nagging beneath him, a part of him begging for a good, long rest. The idea of spending the rest of the night tucked in bed was very inviting but Jon listened to the other nagging in his head and that is to spend the rest of the night in a bar, nursing a cold bottle of beer. Now that's what he needs, for sure.
Sami was surprised when he walked in the room to see Jon ready to make his way out. The purple bruise that adorned Jon's left eye was quite a sight. 'Where are you going?' the dark haired man asked as Jon continued on his way to the door, walking past Sami and Rob. 'Jon, where are you going?' Sami asked once more upon realising he's been ignored.
'Out,' came Jon's simple answer, Sami exchanging looks with Rob for the share a mutual knowledge of where the blue eyed man is headed.
'Sami and I are on our way to the bar too, I just need to get my wallet,' Rob informed Jon and Jon wasn't pleased to hear this. Tonight, he doesn't really plan to hang around with anyone but himself, however, Jon nodded his head in response, emphasising to the two men that he'll be waiting for them.
Cleveland's nightlife welcomed the trio as they walked through the streets in search for a bar. It was an easy task to do so of course, especially with Jonathan Good around. The smoky atmosphere of the dimly lit room welcomed them along with the scent of booze, sweat and cheap perfume that filled the air. Leaving Sami and Rob trailing behind him, Jon ordered his first alcoholic drink for the night. Jon wanted nothing tonight but distraction, like what he's been doing over the past 3 days. He drank his first drink for the night like a thirsty man deprived from the substance, Rob and Sami watched on, shaking their heads and already sensing that they're going to be dragging his drunken ass back to the hotel room tonight, as usual.
While Sami and Rob were in a deep conversation with a couple of flirty, tipsy women, Jon was drinking his third pint of beer, hungry for more. About two hundred something miles from where he is in Cleveland is Cincinnati and Jon bitterly thought to himself how he wouldn't come back to the shithole he left behind. His mind wandered of about a certain brunette that's been plaguing him. Has she been to Ohio in her years of travelling? If she has, has she been to Cincinnati? Jon shook his head in a desperate attempt to stop thinking about her. He should get over that damn woman. She called him an ass and even though Jon is more than happy to be called that way by everyone else, he was somehow offended when she did. And he hated that, he hated the fact that he's so affected by her rotten opinion of him.
'In deep thoughts, are we?' a sultry voice spoke next to Jon, snapping him out of his thoughts of that damn woman. He turned his blue eyes to the source and saw a pretty brunette sitting next to him, the red dress she wore clung onto her body, hugging her sensual figure. He waited for that male testosterone to rage in, for his need for some loving and attention to take over but nothing came up, not even the littlest hint of arousal came. That confused Jon. What has that damn woman done to him to turn him into something so un-Jonathan Good-like, it all started after that punch she sent his way.
He looked hard at the brunette for a couple more seconds, wondering to himself what's so special about Annie compared to other women like the brunette before him. Here is a brunette in front of him with a seductive red coloured smile yet his mind demanded for Annie's smile. Here is a brunette in front of him, dressed in so little clothing, her tits are pretty much about to burst out yet his mind wanted Annie and her goddamn nunnery clothes. Here is a brunette who is pretty much giving him all she got and could offer for one night but his mind disapproved for he craved for Annie and her hard-to-get ways.
'I'm with someone,' he finally spoke, voice tired and raspy as he pointed at a random stranger dancing on the dance floor. The woman next to him frowned but leaned closer towards him, apparently she doesn't care and leaned close enough for Jon to catch a whiff of her cheap perfume. Once more, his senses demanded for the smell of Annie's apple shampoo, not this woman's scent.
'I'm sure she won't mind,' whispered the woman in his ear. Unfortunately for her, he does. Annoyed, Jon broke away from her and drank the remainder of his pint before he made his way out of the bar, to both Sami and Rob's surprise.
Late that night, Sami and Rob returned to the hotel room to find Jon lying in the centre of the hotel room, he was surrounded by empty cans of beers that were scattered all over the floor. To their further surprise and amazement, Jon hasn't passed out drunk yet and was staring blankly at the white ceilings instead. 'You know Jon, I'll be the first to praise you. You did a job well done getting your ass home,' chuckled Rob, wondering to himself if the unconquerable drunkard in the form of Jonathan Good is still sober.
'What do you do when you can't stop thinking about something?' quietly, Jon asked, his speech slurred to disguise the fact that he's perfectly sober despite how many cans of beer he'd taken. He reached to rub his bloodshot eyes and groaned, frustrated.
'Something?' Sami chuckled as he plopped down on his bed. 'Or is it someone?' Sami asked and Jon knew damn well that the asshole is liking the fact that he know exactly what's been bugging Jon lately. He greatly regret allowing Sami to witness his interest towards Annie on their first encounter with her. As a matter of fact, he even hated the fact that Sami know him too damn well to read him like a book.
'I'm talking about my rent, you little fuck,' grumbled Jon, making up his own excuse in hopes that he himself would believe it.
'Well, just pay it for crying out loud,' Rob responded. 'But if you are thinking about something else which Sami seem to imply, that needs a whole different type of effort.' Jon frowned at the lack of help and rolled over on the floor, leaving his back facing both men who looked down at him.
'Just admit it to yourself already Jon, you like her,' Sami teased, giving Jon's head a gentle kick but Jon grabbed his ankle and threatened to twist it if he ever say such things ever again. He brushed Sami's suggested away. He doesn't like her like what Sami seem to imply, hell no, he doesn't like her like that, he's almost positive of that, almost.