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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 30 Meet The Parents
Vio's POV
Who the hell would be at my door at nine AM? I was ready to cuss whoever it was out when I opened the door, and found my parents standing there. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Was all I could think. “Uh...” great sentence genius. “Hello dear, your father and I thought we'd stop by and see how you were,” my mother said with a smile.
“Um, sure, come in,” I said, that's not what you wanted to say! I ignored my thoughts and stepped aside allowing my parents entry. I heard my mother snort daintily. “Violet, darling, I didn't expect your house to be so clean.” I glared at the back of her head. “Well, I keep it as clean as possible when I'm here. Speaking of being here, how did you know I was here?” I asked them.
My father smiled, “why Gil Hardy told us you were home. That Shannon Moore boy stopped by his house late last night to tell him,” my father explained. My mother turned to me, “that Shannon is quite a looker. And why didn't you tell us you'd be home?” she asked. “Uh, I wasn't supposed to come home. I just got really stressed out from work and flew back, I wasn't due to be home for another week or so,” I told her shrugging. “Still, we should know when you're around. So you can come over for dinner or something.”
God my parents are their dinners are so annoying. “Sure mom, but I'm flying back out tomorrow night,” I said. “Oh, why so soon?” she asked. “Like I said, this wasn't planned. I'm still supposed to be on the road, I have a press conference for WrestleMania to attend,” I said. She rolled her eyes, “fine, fine. But next time you are home you must come over,” she said, pointing a manicured nail at me. I nodded.
I walked past them and their inspection of my house. “Where are you going darling?” my father asked. “I need to feed Bella,” I said, motioning over my shoulder. “Bella?” they both asked in shocked unison. I rolled my eyes before turning around, “she's not my kid, she's my dog. I mean, who the hell would the father be anyway?” I asked. “Matt.” my father supplied, shows you that they pay so much attention to my life. “Shannon.” that was my mom's supplication. She's always wanted me with Shannon, I have no idea why.
I shook my head. “Gregory.” both parents said at the same time and I froze momentarily before rolling my eyes, “seriously, she's my dog, watch,” I told them before walking over to the French doors that led to the backyard. I opened them and Bella came prancing in. Her head perked up when she saw my parents standing there and she sprinted over to my father, nuzzling his outstretched hand. That's where I got my love of animals from, my dad. Mother hates animals.
That's hwy I never had pets as a kid. And that's why I had one now. Mom made a face and looked at Dad pointedly and he drew his hand away. Bella whimpered slightly then trotted back over to me. I petted her head as she followed me into the kitchen. I poured her a bowl of food and then I sat at one of my bar stools as my parents moved into the room.
“So, no man in your life?” she asked curiously. I opened my mouth to speak, but then there was a knock at the door. “One minute,” I told them and hopped off the stool and walked toward the entry hallway. Bella watched me shortly before leaving her food and following me. Who the hell could it be now? I expected it to be Shannon, or maybe even Jeff. But no, the person standing there was a complete surprise.
I swung open the door and my mouth dropped then curved into a smile when I saw John standing there. “JOHNNY!” I squealed, jumping into his arms. I become accustomed to calling him that, it's my nickname for him. He smiled while catching me and kissing me. We broke the kiss and he let me go. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Jeff said you might need me. So I figured I'd come here and surprise ya,” he said with a smirk.
That's when I remembered my parents were inside and before I could warn John, they were on the porch as well. “Who is this Violet?” my dad asked, sounding all protective and father-like. I turned to my parents, straightening my shirt. “Um, Mom, Dad. This is my boyfriend, John,” I introduced. “John,” I said looking up at him, “meet my parents. Carol and Richard Pierce,” I told him. I saw him swallow, then he extended his hand to my parents politely.
“It's a pleasure. You raised a wonderful woman,” he told them with a nod. Score! My parent's love compliments and flattery. I smiled at him as he shook my father's hand then kissed the back of my mothers. She smiled at him, actually smiled. SCORE! John withdrew his hand and wrapped it around my waist.
“Why didn't you tell us you were going to have company over?” my mother asked in a scolding tone. “Mrs. Pierce, this was completely spur of the moment. I wanted to surprise Vio, she didn't know I was coming,” he explained. My mother smiled at him, again. “Please, darling, call me Carol,” she told him, touching his arm. “Well, let's get back inside,” my father said, ushering us in.
I took John's hand in mine and squeezed it reassuringly. He looked down at me and smiled. My parents led us into the living room where we all sat down. My mother and father sat down together, holding hands and mom smiled at me and John. “So how long have you two been together?” she asked, practically beaming at me. I looked up at John, asking without words if he wanted to answer or if I should. I did, “a few weeks,” I replied.
“And do you work with Violet?” my father asked John. He smiled, “yes, I do work with Vio. But we're on different brands, so we don't see each other much,” he explained. My mother nodded, looking sympathetic. “That must be horrible, not seeing each other every day. Do you miss Violet all the time?” she asked. John nodded, “everyday I miss her.” he said, looking down at me and kissing me lightly. I smiled up at him, then looked back at my parents, “but recently he's been needed on my brand as well, so we've had some time together. But not enough,” I said, smiling.
John kissed me again, and I could help but remember that morning in my kitchen...with Shane. With his hand cupping my chin and my arms around his neck. And I realized I didn't want John here talking to my parents, I wanted it to be Shane. I wanted him to be the one who told them that he misses me all the time. That we've been together for a few weeks, a few years, a lifetime. I want my mom to smile proudly at Shane and I being together. Not John. I don't love John.
At least, not like I should. I love Shane. And John, well, John is just a distraction. I'm with him just to see if I can be without Shane, to see how much I really want, and need, him. I'm with John because I don't want to deal with all the drama that comes with Shane.
John noticed my change in moods, my parents didn't. They just continued on questioning, and I answered without even really hearing. I was somewhere else, imagining this moment with Shane. Switching the answers in my head to the answers that would be if it was Shane I was talking about.
John's POV
Something was up with Vio, but I didn't know. I haven't known her long enough to distinguish her moods. Jeff or Shane would know. “So where is Gregory, Jeff, and the those other friends of yours?” Carol asked. Violet snapped out of it once her mother said Gregory. Dammit Shane. I should have known. She's still hung up on him. She loves him.
Shane's POV
I opened my hotel room door to see John Morrison on the other side. I leaned against the door frame. “What's up?” I asked him. “Car wanted me to talk to you,” he said with a shrug. I nodded and moved back into my room, John followed.
“How's Carmi?” I asked. “She mouthed off to Shannon about Violet. Shannon told Vio, and Carmi thinks Vio is mad at her,” he told me. “And John is in Cameron right now, doing God knows what with Tabby,” I mumbled. John looked over at me and shook his head, “Violet really is tired and torn about all of this, she just doesn't want any of us to see her so weak. She's used to keeping this family together. But now, she can't control our family anymore.”
God he sounded so smart and wise right there. John looked at me, “I may have told Jeff to call John, but Shane, I bet she'd rather have you there,” he told me. I looked up at him, shocked, “how do you...?” I trailed off. John snorted, “Shane, c'mon. Out of everyone who knows Vio, you know her the best. How can you not see that she loves you,” he said, almost glaring at me.
“She doesn't love me, John,” I said. John shook his head and then left.
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Who the hell would be at my door at nine AM? I was ready to cuss whoever it was out when I opened the door, and found my parents standing there. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Was all I could think. “Uh...” great sentence genius. “Hello dear, your father and I thought we'd stop by and see how you were,” my mother said with a smile.
“Um, sure, come in,” I said, that's not what you wanted to say! I ignored my thoughts and stepped aside allowing my parents entry. I heard my mother snort daintily. “Violet, darling, I didn't expect your house to be so clean.” I glared at the back of her head. “Well, I keep it as clean as possible when I'm here. Speaking of being here, how did you know I was here?” I asked them.
My father smiled, “why Gil Hardy told us you were home. That Shannon Moore boy stopped by his house late last night to tell him,” my father explained. My mother turned to me, “that Shannon is quite a looker. And why didn't you tell us you'd be home?” she asked. “Uh, I wasn't supposed to come home. I just got really stressed out from work and flew back, I wasn't due to be home for another week or so,” I told her shrugging. “Still, we should know when you're around. So you can come over for dinner or something.”
God my parents are their dinners are so annoying. “Sure mom, but I'm flying back out tomorrow night,” I said. “Oh, why so soon?” she asked. “Like I said, this wasn't planned. I'm still supposed to be on the road, I have a press conference for WrestleMania to attend,” I said. She rolled her eyes, “fine, fine. But next time you are home you must come over,” she said, pointing a manicured nail at me. I nodded.
I walked past them and their inspection of my house. “Where are you going darling?” my father asked. “I need to feed Bella,” I said, motioning over my shoulder. “Bella?” they both asked in shocked unison. I rolled my eyes before turning around, “she's not my kid, she's my dog. I mean, who the hell would the father be anyway?” I asked. “Matt.” my father supplied, shows you that they pay so much attention to my life. “Shannon.” that was my mom's supplication. She's always wanted me with Shannon, I have no idea why.
I shook my head. “Gregory.” both parents said at the same time and I froze momentarily before rolling my eyes, “seriously, she's my dog, watch,” I told them before walking over to the French doors that led to the backyard. I opened them and Bella came prancing in. Her head perked up when she saw my parents standing there and she sprinted over to my father, nuzzling his outstretched hand. That's where I got my love of animals from, my dad. Mother hates animals.
That's hwy I never had pets as a kid. And that's why I had one now. Mom made a face and looked at Dad pointedly and he drew his hand away. Bella whimpered slightly then trotted back over to me. I petted her head as she followed me into the kitchen. I poured her a bowl of food and then I sat at one of my bar stools as my parents moved into the room.
“So, no man in your life?” she asked curiously. I opened my mouth to speak, but then there was a knock at the door. “One minute,” I told them and hopped off the stool and walked toward the entry hallway. Bella watched me shortly before leaving her food and following me. Who the hell could it be now? I expected it to be Shannon, or maybe even Jeff. But no, the person standing there was a complete surprise.
I swung open the door and my mouth dropped then curved into a smile when I saw John standing there. “JOHNNY!” I squealed, jumping into his arms. I become accustomed to calling him that, it's my nickname for him. He smiled while catching me and kissing me. We broke the kiss and he let me go. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Jeff said you might need me. So I figured I'd come here and surprise ya,” he said with a smirk.
That's when I remembered my parents were inside and before I could warn John, they were on the porch as well. “Who is this Violet?” my dad asked, sounding all protective and father-like. I turned to my parents, straightening my shirt. “Um, Mom, Dad. This is my boyfriend, John,” I introduced. “John,” I said looking up at him, “meet my parents. Carol and Richard Pierce,” I told him. I saw him swallow, then he extended his hand to my parents politely.
“It's a pleasure. You raised a wonderful woman,” he told them with a nod. Score! My parent's love compliments and flattery. I smiled at him as he shook my father's hand then kissed the back of my mothers. She smiled at him, actually smiled. SCORE! John withdrew his hand and wrapped it around my waist.
“Why didn't you tell us you were going to have company over?” my mother asked in a scolding tone. “Mrs. Pierce, this was completely spur of the moment. I wanted to surprise Vio, she didn't know I was coming,” he explained. My mother smiled at him, again. “Please, darling, call me Carol,” she told him, touching his arm. “Well, let's get back inside,” my father said, ushering us in.
I took John's hand in mine and squeezed it reassuringly. He looked down at me and smiled. My parents led us into the living room where we all sat down. My mother and father sat down together, holding hands and mom smiled at me and John. “So how long have you two been together?” she asked, practically beaming at me. I looked up at John, asking without words if he wanted to answer or if I should. I did, “a few weeks,” I replied.
“And do you work with Violet?” my father asked John. He smiled, “yes, I do work with Vio. But we're on different brands, so we don't see each other much,” he explained. My mother nodded, looking sympathetic. “That must be horrible, not seeing each other every day. Do you miss Violet all the time?” she asked. John nodded, “everyday I miss her.” he said, looking down at me and kissing me lightly. I smiled up at him, then looked back at my parents, “but recently he's been needed on my brand as well, so we've had some time together. But not enough,” I said, smiling.
John kissed me again, and I could help but remember that morning in my kitchen...with Shane. With his hand cupping my chin and my arms around his neck. And I realized I didn't want John here talking to my parents, I wanted it to be Shane. I wanted him to be the one who told them that he misses me all the time. That we've been together for a few weeks, a few years, a lifetime. I want my mom to smile proudly at Shane and I being together. Not John. I don't love John.
At least, not like I should. I love Shane. And John, well, John is just a distraction. I'm with him just to see if I can be without Shane, to see how much I really want, and need, him. I'm with John because I don't want to deal with all the drama that comes with Shane.
John noticed my change in moods, my parents didn't. They just continued on questioning, and I answered without even really hearing. I was somewhere else, imagining this moment with Shane. Switching the answers in my head to the answers that would be if it was Shane I was talking about.
John's POV
Something was up with Vio, but I didn't know. I haven't known her long enough to distinguish her moods. Jeff or Shane would know. “So where is Gregory, Jeff, and the those other friends of yours?” Carol asked. Violet snapped out of it once her mother said Gregory. Dammit Shane. I should have known. She's still hung up on him. She loves him.
Shane's POV
I opened my hotel room door to see John Morrison on the other side. I leaned against the door frame. “What's up?” I asked him. “Car wanted me to talk to you,” he said with a shrug. I nodded and moved back into my room, John followed.
“How's Carmi?” I asked. “She mouthed off to Shannon about Violet. Shannon told Vio, and Carmi thinks Vio is mad at her,” he told me. “And John is in Cameron right now, doing God knows what with Tabby,” I mumbled. John looked over at me and shook his head, “Violet really is tired and torn about all of this, she just doesn't want any of us to see her so weak. She's used to keeping this family together. But now, she can't control our family anymore.”
God he sounded so smart and wise right there. John looked at me, “I may have told Jeff to call John, but Shane, I bet she'd rather have you there,” he told me. I looked up at him, shocked, “how do you...?” I trailed off. John snorted, “Shane, c'mon. Out of everyone who knows Vio, you know her the best. How can you not see that she loves you,” he said, almost glaring at me.
“She doesn't love me, John,” I said. John shook his head and then left.
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