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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 39 Thank You Adam
The WWE draft. For some Superstars and Divas, it can give them the greatest opportunities of their careers. Others, it ruins their friendships, feuds, and other things. For me, at the moment, it was quite indifferent. I didn't have a match or anything. And no new storylines. I wasn't getting drafted, so I was bored here.
Reason why I had nothing to do; recent injury. And those bitches knew it. Plus, I was going on suspension, not a good thing either. So, I just sat backstage in the Divas locker room. I hadn't talked to Mickie in a while same with Mel so we chatted it up until Mel had to go out because she got drafted to SmackDown. Yay! Something for me to look forward too when I return.
Oh, also. I had a doctors appointment the other day. Doc says I can't return in ring for about 3 to 4 months. I planned on staying home, hanging out with Shannon, and possibly getting a new tattoo. And going along with that, I think I have a boyfriend too.
But seriously, I have no idea. I can't tell if we're together. I don't know if he's still with Jamie, or if he's waiting for me to go over there and talk to him. Carmi looked over at me, nudging my shoulder with hers. She was getting drafted to SmackDown with John, lucky her. I sighed, running a hand through my purple, green, and brown hair.
“Has my stupidass brother talked to you yet?” she asked. I shook my head, “not a word.” Carmi rolled her eyes, “god, I swear he's retarded! But dad wouldn't believe me,” she muttered making me grin. I shook my head, “I dunno, am I supposed to go over there and set this thing in motion? Or do I wait for him to do that?” I asked her.
She shrugged, “traditionally, you'd wait for him. But because he's Shane Helms, you should probably go over there,” she said the last bit flatly. I smirked, “yeah, I thought so,” I said before sliding off the crates we had been perched on. The guys were standing in a group across the hall.
Jeff, Matt, Shane, John, Mike, Jimmy, Ron; the whole family, minus the girls of course. Mike elbowed Shane in the side and nodded toward me as I stood outside their circle of brotherhood and waited. Shane met my eyes and grinned at me. I smiled back, this was it. We were really going to get together.
“Hey Violet, can I talk to you?” a voice said. Whoa, that's not Shane. I looked over at...Matt? “Uh...sure,” I said. I glanced over at Shane, who had cocked a curious eyebrow. I held up a finger, motioning for him to give me one minute. He nodded with a slight smile as Matt led me away. I sighed mentally. Dammit! Why do we always get interrupted. Our friends have the worse timing in the world!
“Where are you taking me Matt?” I asked, laughing slightly as he looked back at me and rolled his eyes. It was about the 12th time I'd asked that in the past ten minutes. “We can stop here,” he said, stopping. I looked around me.
We were in the middle of the ring. The whole arena was empty, no one was out there but us. “Violet,” Matt's voice said and I turned to him. My eyes widened when I saw him down on one knee in front of me. My hand flew up to my mouth, fuck no.
I stared down at him as he pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket. He sighed quietly. “I've had this ring since we were dating. Before I went and saw Tanner, I bought this ring and planned out exactly how I was going to do this. Well, obviously, it didn't happen the initial way I wanted it to,” he paused as he opened the box revealing a beautiful white gold diamond engagement ring.
“I know this is completely random. But I knew I had to ask you, just in case. To see if I had a slight chance. So, Violet Rosalie Pierce, would you marry?” he asked. My stomach was doing flip-flops and I was pretty sure i'd be sick in a few short minutes. I just stared down at Matt. I didn't know what to saw.
But seriously, what do you say to your ex who just proposed to you? And especially what do you say when you just realized you still have feelings for said ex? Yeah, hearing him tell me that he had planned on proposing convinced me that he really did love. And hadn't just been dating me to hurt Shane. He really, truly loved me.
Matt's hopeful expression turned worried when I didn't answer in the first few minutes, seconds. “Vio,” he said quietly, going to stand. “No,” I said shakily holding out a hand to stop him from getting up. I was crying now, “stay there. Just, stay there and tell me you're stupid and blind. Tell me that you haven't slept with Tanner since you cheated on me. Tell me that you never meant any of those horrible things you said ot me and Carmi.” I stopped to drag in a ragged breath.
“And tell me, truthfully, that you asked me out and didn't know that Shane had already fallen for me. If you can tell me all of that, I'll marry you,” I said looking him dead in the eye. He frowned, closing the box, and slipping it back into his pocket. I shook my head, drying my tears. “If you had just been a good friend, and not made those few damn costly mistakes, we could be getting married,” I said, my voice icy.
He flinched slightly, “I still love you Violet.” he said, begging me. I shook my head, “you don't get it, do you? I love Shane! But he's probably still with Jamie, and I loved John, but I couldn't be with him because I loved Shane. And before all of that, you cheated on me! How could you expect, after everything that's happened, that I just say 'oh fabulous! I love you too Matt. Of course i'll marry you!'?” I asked angrily.
“You're a sorry excuse for a man,” I growled before leaving the ring and heading backstage. I didn't try to hide my tears as I walked blindly though the backstage area. The last place I wanted to go was were the rest of my family were. So I sat down in an seemingly empty hallway on a stack of crates. My shoulders shook with sobs.
I loved Shane, more than Matt. More than anyone else, ever. But, it seems as if he doesn't want it as badly as I thought he did. “Violet?” a voice asked. I didn't look up, I just kept my head in my hands. I nodded, “yeah?” I responded in a whisper.
“What's wrong?” I knew that voice. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me. “Adam, I'm just so confused,” I said, tearing up even more. I turned into his chest and started crying even more. He seemed a bit surprised that I was actually beginning to open up to him. “I told Shane I love him, and he acts like he loves me. But he hasn't talked to me since he left the hospital. And Matt just proposed to me—,” Adam cut me off there.
“Whoa, Matt just proposed to you?” he asked, surprised. I nodded into his chest, “he did. And I said no, because...well..because of everything!” I cried. “Maybe you should just go for a vacation. You're going on suspension, aren't you?” he asked. I nodded, “i can't wrestle for about 3 months, my ankle,” I said. “Just go to Hawaii or something, alone. Get your mind off all of this. And actually think about it without anyone there trying to tell you to think a certain way,” he suggested.
“I should just leave,” I said. I repeated the idea over and over and over. And each time, it sounded better and better. My tears slowly stopped, “thank you Adam,” I whispered. “Anytime, angelcakes,” he whispered, squeezing me to his chest.
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Reason why I had nothing to do; recent injury. And those bitches knew it. Plus, I was going on suspension, not a good thing either. So, I just sat backstage in the Divas locker room. I hadn't talked to Mickie in a while same with Mel so we chatted it up until Mel had to go out because she got drafted to SmackDown. Yay! Something for me to look forward too when I return.
Oh, also. I had a doctors appointment the other day. Doc says I can't return in ring for about 3 to 4 months. I planned on staying home, hanging out with Shannon, and possibly getting a new tattoo. And going along with that, I think I have a boyfriend too.
But seriously, I have no idea. I can't tell if we're together. I don't know if he's still with Jamie, or if he's waiting for me to go over there and talk to him. Carmi looked over at me, nudging my shoulder with hers. She was getting drafted to SmackDown with John, lucky her. I sighed, running a hand through my purple, green, and brown hair.
“Has my stupidass brother talked to you yet?” she asked. I shook my head, “not a word.” Carmi rolled her eyes, “god, I swear he's retarded! But dad wouldn't believe me,” she muttered making me grin. I shook my head, “I dunno, am I supposed to go over there and set this thing in motion? Or do I wait for him to do that?” I asked her.
She shrugged, “traditionally, you'd wait for him. But because he's Shane Helms, you should probably go over there,” she said the last bit flatly. I smirked, “yeah, I thought so,” I said before sliding off the crates we had been perched on. The guys were standing in a group across the hall.
Jeff, Matt, Shane, John, Mike, Jimmy, Ron; the whole family, minus the girls of course. Mike elbowed Shane in the side and nodded toward me as I stood outside their circle of brotherhood and waited. Shane met my eyes and grinned at me. I smiled back, this was it. We were really going to get together.
“Hey Violet, can I talk to you?” a voice said. Whoa, that's not Shane. I looked over at...Matt? “Uh...sure,” I said. I glanced over at Shane, who had cocked a curious eyebrow. I held up a finger, motioning for him to give me one minute. He nodded with a slight smile as Matt led me away. I sighed mentally. Dammit! Why do we always get interrupted. Our friends have the worse timing in the world!
“Where are you taking me Matt?” I asked, laughing slightly as he looked back at me and rolled his eyes. It was about the 12th time I'd asked that in the past ten minutes. “We can stop here,” he said, stopping. I looked around me.
We were in the middle of the ring. The whole arena was empty, no one was out there but us. “Violet,” Matt's voice said and I turned to him. My eyes widened when I saw him down on one knee in front of me. My hand flew up to my mouth, fuck no.
I stared down at him as he pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket. He sighed quietly. “I've had this ring since we were dating. Before I went and saw Tanner, I bought this ring and planned out exactly how I was going to do this. Well, obviously, it didn't happen the initial way I wanted it to,” he paused as he opened the box revealing a beautiful white gold diamond engagement ring.
“I know this is completely random. But I knew I had to ask you, just in case. To see if I had a slight chance. So, Violet Rosalie Pierce, would you marry?” he asked. My stomach was doing flip-flops and I was pretty sure i'd be sick in a few short minutes. I just stared down at Matt. I didn't know what to saw.
But seriously, what do you say to your ex who just proposed to you? And especially what do you say when you just realized you still have feelings for said ex? Yeah, hearing him tell me that he had planned on proposing convinced me that he really did love. And hadn't just been dating me to hurt Shane. He really, truly loved me.
Matt's hopeful expression turned worried when I didn't answer in the first few minutes, seconds. “Vio,” he said quietly, going to stand. “No,” I said shakily holding out a hand to stop him from getting up. I was crying now, “stay there. Just, stay there and tell me you're stupid and blind. Tell me that you haven't slept with Tanner since you cheated on me. Tell me that you never meant any of those horrible things you said ot me and Carmi.” I stopped to drag in a ragged breath.
“And tell me, truthfully, that you asked me out and didn't know that Shane had already fallen for me. If you can tell me all of that, I'll marry you,” I said looking him dead in the eye. He frowned, closing the box, and slipping it back into his pocket. I shook my head, drying my tears. “If you had just been a good friend, and not made those few damn costly mistakes, we could be getting married,” I said, my voice icy.
He flinched slightly, “I still love you Violet.” he said, begging me. I shook my head, “you don't get it, do you? I love Shane! But he's probably still with Jamie, and I loved John, but I couldn't be with him because I loved Shane. And before all of that, you cheated on me! How could you expect, after everything that's happened, that I just say 'oh fabulous! I love you too Matt. Of course i'll marry you!'?” I asked angrily.
“You're a sorry excuse for a man,” I growled before leaving the ring and heading backstage. I didn't try to hide my tears as I walked blindly though the backstage area. The last place I wanted to go was were the rest of my family were. So I sat down in an seemingly empty hallway on a stack of crates. My shoulders shook with sobs.
I loved Shane, more than Matt. More than anyone else, ever. But, it seems as if he doesn't want it as badly as I thought he did. “Violet?” a voice asked. I didn't look up, I just kept my head in my hands. I nodded, “yeah?” I responded in a whisper.
“What's wrong?” I knew that voice. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me. “Adam, I'm just so confused,” I said, tearing up even more. I turned into his chest and started crying even more. He seemed a bit surprised that I was actually beginning to open up to him. “I told Shane I love him, and he acts like he loves me. But he hasn't talked to me since he left the hospital. And Matt just proposed to me—,” Adam cut me off there.
“Whoa, Matt just proposed to you?” he asked, surprised. I nodded into his chest, “he did. And I said no, because...well..because of everything!” I cried. “Maybe you should just go for a vacation. You're going on suspension, aren't you?” he asked. I nodded, “i can't wrestle for about 3 months, my ankle,” I said. “Just go to Hawaii or something, alone. Get your mind off all of this. And actually think about it without anyone there trying to tell you to think a certain way,” he suggested.
“I should just leave,” I said. I repeated the idea over and over and over. And each time, it sounded better and better. My tears slowly stopped, “thank you Adam,” I whispered. “Anytime, angelcakes,” he whispered, squeezing me to his chest.
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