Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2012 22:13:50 GMT -5
My head is pounding when I wake up. I also forgot to close my blinds and although my window faced west, the light was still too bright. I groaned and slid out of my bed to the bathroom where it took me a couple minutes to feel a little better. Still feeling like shit I went back to bed and sunk down into the covers, but I noticed they were a little short, like they were caught on something. I raise my aching head a little to notice the reason for the lack of comforter. A pair of blue eyes stare back at me.
"Morning..." he says with a smile.
"Fuck me..."
Blaze laughs. "Afraid that's already been done but if your up to it I can go again...."
I pick up my pillow and hit him with it and then buried my head under the blanket. If I felt better I would have punched him...mostly likely in the face....but well it wasn't a bad thing that he was here...I guess, just wished I remembered more of it.
"Feel better after that throne worship?" he picks up the corner and peers in at me.
"Not really." I moan.
"You know you really can't handle your alcohol. I'm beginning to sense a pattern here..."
I'm starting to get flashbacks. rounds of shots, continuously coming. Caine's goofy grin as he forces one after another into my range of motion and once I'm tipsy I can't stop. That coupled with beer, the what I believe might have been a boiler maker....I held my own against the mama's boy...maybe I'd even earned a little respect from him...not that I cared either way. In the end I think it was just me and Caine still drinking when someone pulled me away and into the back of the cab where....oh god....
"Did we really do that in the back of the cab?"
A big shit eating grin grew from ear to ear and I was suddenly reminded of the Cheshire cat. for the love of...this was getting to be a very dangerous situation.
"Your too much of a temptation you know that...."
"Temptation? You trying to avoid me now Goddess?"
"No....but if your thinking this is going to be like a thing...like a dating thing..."
He shh'd me.
"Ah no."
I was a little disappointed that he didn't protest but also relieved. I didn't really picture Jackson Blaze as the ideal boyfriend and god, bringing him home to my father and brothers.... that would be a nightmare.
"so your not going to go all jealous on me if I happen to see another guy?"
He shrugged. "As long as you aren't doing anything stupid why do I care?"
I knew exactly what he meant and I wasn't that stupid. I'd never been that stupid....
"that's good....yeah..." I pull myself from the covers and sit up, covering myself with the comforter. there was a couple minutes of awkward silence. crap...I really shouldn't have brought that up, now he's going to be all weird around me. "So what were you and Kurt arguing about in the ring?" A change of subject was in order.
"He asked why you weren't out there and I told him I was kicking his ass myself. Last thing we needed was you almost killing him again and exposing him for the punk he is." Blaze smiles. "He didn't see to like that too much for some reason."
"Your serious? He wanted me to be out there? What Cheering him on? After the shit he was saying about me he expected me to just come out and grovel at his feet... because he confessed to being hopelessly in love with me." I shake my head. Normally, I'd be angry...reaching for my elastic but instead a weird feeling passed over me. A feeling I thought I had pushed away 4 months ago. I did care...I was sorry I'd hit him so hard, last thing I had wanted to do was cause real damage....but getting back with him was a mistake I couldn't make again.
Blaze cocks a curious eye at her. "By the way you say that, I'd say there's still something inside for him to."
I turn to look at him and give him an annoyed glare. I couldn't let him know anything about my true feelings. Last thing I needed was to seem like an actual girl, I'd never hear the end of it. Sure, things had kind of got serious there for a bit but I was not a girl that was intent on commitment.
"Me? have real feelings...whatever. I would hope you'd gotten to know me a little better than that Jacky boy."
A cocky smile creeps across the Bastard's lips.
"Hey, it's all good, baby girl. Sometimes you can't help yourself. Whether it's pity for him or actual feelings, I've seen how you get when you talk about him. But, don't forget... To guys like that, you'll just be a number."
one of my eyebrows arch. "So does that mean I'm just a number to you too?
Blaze places his hand under my chin, raising my head up a little so I'm forced to look into his eyes.
"I said guys like him. I'm nothing like him."
"Just making sure, cuz you know I could kick your ass if you had said the wrong thing right? You know, I overheard a fan last night say that I was a female you...isn't that ridiculous?" I offer a laugh
"Not at all. Sounds like a compliment to me. And I'm sure it brought a little smile to your face?"
I pinch my fingers together, with a smile "maybe a little one...just a little one. You already have a big ego, no need making it bigger."
Blaze smiles. "You're probably right. I'm sure after I win the World Title Monday night, my ego will be way too much anyway. May need your help carrying it around."
I slide over so I'm lying on top of him. "Does that mean I'm getting an upgrade from Friend to Ego carrier? Doesn't sound like a high paying job to me?"
Blaze offers his cocky smirk again. "Yeah, the pay sucks. But, the benefits are amazing."
"So when I win the Roll of the Die and I am your number one contender I hope you don't take it personal...I mean....that it's so easy for me to get you on your back and all..." I provide him with my own cocky smile. Geez, it would be rather weird wouldn't it...if I ended up with that contract? I guess I cold technically wait until he lost it...but who was I kidding...there weren't many people in this fed that could hold a candle to Blaze or I.
Blaze returns the smile, as he flips her over, laying on top of her with her arms pinned down. "Yeah, I guess you and I rolling around on top of one another is starting to seem natural, eh?"
I start to laugh. "You've been hanging around me way too much Blaze, starting to sound like a Canadian....EH?" I smirk at him.
Blaze winks. "Then, since the fans think you're starting to act like me, I guess we're rubbing off on each other."
"Could be. Now enough talking and more action. You pinned me so what you gonna do with me now?"
Blaze looks down at her body under him, then pulls his eyes back to hers. "Satisfy my hunger...." The Bastard winks and moves downward, disappearing under the comforter.
~*~
It was about an hour after Jackson had left my apartment that I finally decided to get up and shower. There was so much I needed to do today....I laughed. Yeah right. Maybe order a movie and sit around in my Joe boxers and eating ice cream. I could burn it off tomorrow, today was all about nursing the remnants of my hangover.After having some fun with Caine on Twitter....surprisingly when he wasn't being a dick he was an alright guy to talk to....still wouldn't even consider dating him though. Lexi could have him. Probably would be the best thing to happen to her. Apostle just made my head hurt sometimes....was it because he was German? I didn't really care... I was starting to get more flash backs from my night of drunken fun and I think at once point Jackson groped me...not that I blame him, he'd been pretty smashed himself. It's funny once you start sobering up you start to remember obscure things... like a band of midgets coming into the bar and Caine thinking he could call them the seven dwarfs. There was also a Vague memory of telling everyone about the brief mental retardation I'd had when I thought I had a chance on Canadian idol when it was still in production. Surprisingly I actually made it quite far but got eliminated before the real shows started. That's when I'd put everything into Wrestling. I think the stupid part was getting up on the table and singing, like a virgin of all things....man.
But I did remember the show and Jackson beating on Kurt had been something I'd enjoyed immensely. I guess I couldn't be surprised that the guy was still hung up on me and eventually it was going to get out that Jackson and I were sleeping together, and I knew that the name calling would be absurd and retarded but I'd been through far worse. speaking of absurd, not many things make my jaw drop but Drake and Clash's little teat-on-teat had been one of those things... of course another had been a couple nights ago when Jackson..... never-mind. the best part of the whole show was having miss Queen show the world that Goddess Factor is the ONLY tag team worth holding those belts and after the PPV we would hold them. Let any other tag team just try and beat us...they'd all end up beaten and pathetic....and you know what, I think when I won that contract and i got to carry it around in that case, I'd make sure to have it spray painted. My brother knew a guy that did good work. Did I think I had a chance against Jackson for the title? maybe. It was hard to say how a match between the two of us would work out. I know neither of us would let personal shit get in the way and after beating the shit out of each other we'd probably be back in my bed... one could only hope.
I smiled when I put on my worn out bunny slippers. I'd hid them under the bed a couple days ago because there were some things a girl just never grew out of and my slippers was one of those things. One was missing a big black eye and had a hole in the toe. the other had a rip along one ear and it was flat since all the stuffing had long since been lost....still, they comforted me like no other thing could. Pretty sad but oh well. Earl and Fluffy had never broken my heart, stole my virginity, insulted me through a video blog or pretended that they gave a shit. There was something to inanimate objects.
Nothing new and exciting on the web when I did a quick look so I took out what was left of my pralines and crème ice cream and sat on the couch...*cough* futon, with a quilt my gramma made and turned on the TV. I got really excited when I saw that Terminator had just started. As Amy Adams once said. "I'm having a me Party!"
"Morning..." he says with a smile.
"Fuck me..."
Blaze laughs. "Afraid that's already been done but if your up to it I can go again...."
I pick up my pillow and hit him with it and then buried my head under the blanket. If I felt better I would have punched him...mostly likely in the face....but well it wasn't a bad thing that he was here...I guess, just wished I remembered more of it.
"Feel better after that throne worship?" he picks up the corner and peers in at me.
"Not really." I moan.
"You know you really can't handle your alcohol. I'm beginning to sense a pattern here..."
I'm starting to get flashbacks. rounds of shots, continuously coming. Caine's goofy grin as he forces one after another into my range of motion and once I'm tipsy I can't stop. That coupled with beer, the what I believe might have been a boiler maker....I held my own against the mama's boy...maybe I'd even earned a little respect from him...not that I cared either way. In the end I think it was just me and Caine still drinking when someone pulled me away and into the back of the cab where....oh god....
"Did we really do that in the back of the cab?"
A big shit eating grin grew from ear to ear and I was suddenly reminded of the Cheshire cat. for the love of...this was getting to be a very dangerous situation.
"Your too much of a temptation you know that...."
"Temptation? You trying to avoid me now Goddess?"
"No....but if your thinking this is going to be like a thing...like a dating thing..."
He shh'd me.
"Ah no."
I was a little disappointed that he didn't protest but also relieved. I didn't really picture Jackson Blaze as the ideal boyfriend and god, bringing him home to my father and brothers.... that would be a nightmare.
"so your not going to go all jealous on me if I happen to see another guy?"
He shrugged. "As long as you aren't doing anything stupid why do I care?"
I knew exactly what he meant and I wasn't that stupid. I'd never been that stupid....
"that's good....yeah..." I pull myself from the covers and sit up, covering myself with the comforter. there was a couple minutes of awkward silence. crap...I really shouldn't have brought that up, now he's going to be all weird around me. "So what were you and Kurt arguing about in the ring?" A change of subject was in order.
"He asked why you weren't out there and I told him I was kicking his ass myself. Last thing we needed was you almost killing him again and exposing him for the punk he is." Blaze smiles. "He didn't see to like that too much for some reason."
"Your serious? He wanted me to be out there? What Cheering him on? After the shit he was saying about me he expected me to just come out and grovel at his feet... because he confessed to being hopelessly in love with me." I shake my head. Normally, I'd be angry...reaching for my elastic but instead a weird feeling passed over me. A feeling I thought I had pushed away 4 months ago. I did care...I was sorry I'd hit him so hard, last thing I had wanted to do was cause real damage....but getting back with him was a mistake I couldn't make again.
Blaze cocks a curious eye at her. "By the way you say that, I'd say there's still something inside for him to."
I turn to look at him and give him an annoyed glare. I couldn't let him know anything about my true feelings. Last thing I needed was to seem like an actual girl, I'd never hear the end of it. Sure, things had kind of got serious there for a bit but I was not a girl that was intent on commitment.
"Me? have real feelings...whatever. I would hope you'd gotten to know me a little better than that Jacky boy."
A cocky smile creeps across the Bastard's lips.
"Hey, it's all good, baby girl. Sometimes you can't help yourself. Whether it's pity for him or actual feelings, I've seen how you get when you talk about him. But, don't forget... To guys like that, you'll just be a number."
one of my eyebrows arch. "So does that mean I'm just a number to you too?
Blaze places his hand under my chin, raising my head up a little so I'm forced to look into his eyes.
"I said guys like him. I'm nothing like him."
"Just making sure, cuz you know I could kick your ass if you had said the wrong thing right? You know, I overheard a fan last night say that I was a female you...isn't that ridiculous?" I offer a laugh
"Not at all. Sounds like a compliment to me. And I'm sure it brought a little smile to your face?"
I pinch my fingers together, with a smile "maybe a little one...just a little one. You already have a big ego, no need making it bigger."
Blaze smiles. "You're probably right. I'm sure after I win the World Title Monday night, my ego will be way too much anyway. May need your help carrying it around."
I slide over so I'm lying on top of him. "Does that mean I'm getting an upgrade from Friend to Ego carrier? Doesn't sound like a high paying job to me?"
Blaze offers his cocky smirk again. "Yeah, the pay sucks. But, the benefits are amazing."
"So when I win the Roll of the Die and I am your number one contender I hope you don't take it personal...I mean....that it's so easy for me to get you on your back and all..." I provide him with my own cocky smile. Geez, it would be rather weird wouldn't it...if I ended up with that contract? I guess I cold technically wait until he lost it...but who was I kidding...there weren't many people in this fed that could hold a candle to Blaze or I.
Blaze returns the smile, as he flips her over, laying on top of her with her arms pinned down. "Yeah, I guess you and I rolling around on top of one another is starting to seem natural, eh?"
I start to laugh. "You've been hanging around me way too much Blaze, starting to sound like a Canadian....EH?" I smirk at him.
Blaze winks. "Then, since the fans think you're starting to act like me, I guess we're rubbing off on each other."
"Could be. Now enough talking and more action. You pinned me so what you gonna do with me now?"
Blaze looks down at her body under him, then pulls his eyes back to hers. "Satisfy my hunger...." The Bastard winks and moves downward, disappearing under the comforter.
~*~
It was about an hour after Jackson had left my apartment that I finally decided to get up and shower. There was so much I needed to do today....I laughed. Yeah right. Maybe order a movie and sit around in my Joe boxers and eating ice cream. I could burn it off tomorrow, today was all about nursing the remnants of my hangover.After having some fun with Caine on Twitter....surprisingly when he wasn't being a dick he was an alright guy to talk to....still wouldn't even consider dating him though. Lexi could have him. Probably would be the best thing to happen to her. Apostle just made my head hurt sometimes....was it because he was German? I didn't really care... I was starting to get more flash backs from my night of drunken fun and I think at once point Jackson groped me...not that I blame him, he'd been pretty smashed himself. It's funny once you start sobering up you start to remember obscure things... like a band of midgets coming into the bar and Caine thinking he could call them the seven dwarfs. There was also a Vague memory of telling everyone about the brief mental retardation I'd had when I thought I had a chance on Canadian idol when it was still in production. Surprisingly I actually made it quite far but got eliminated before the real shows started. That's when I'd put everything into Wrestling. I think the stupid part was getting up on the table and singing, like a virgin of all things....man.
But I did remember the show and Jackson beating on Kurt had been something I'd enjoyed immensely. I guess I couldn't be surprised that the guy was still hung up on me and eventually it was going to get out that Jackson and I were sleeping together, and I knew that the name calling would be absurd and retarded but I'd been through far worse. speaking of absurd, not many things make my jaw drop but Drake and Clash's little teat-on-teat had been one of those things... of course another had been a couple nights ago when Jackson..... never-mind. the best part of the whole show was having miss Queen show the world that Goddess Factor is the ONLY tag team worth holding those belts and after the PPV we would hold them. Let any other tag team just try and beat us...they'd all end up beaten and pathetic....and you know what, I think when I won that contract and i got to carry it around in that case, I'd make sure to have it spray painted. My brother knew a guy that did good work. Did I think I had a chance against Jackson for the title? maybe. It was hard to say how a match between the two of us would work out. I know neither of us would let personal shit get in the way and after beating the shit out of each other we'd probably be back in my bed... one could only hope.
I smiled when I put on my worn out bunny slippers. I'd hid them under the bed a couple days ago because there were some things a girl just never grew out of and my slippers was one of those things. One was missing a big black eye and had a hole in the toe. the other had a rip along one ear and it was flat since all the stuffing had long since been lost....still, they comforted me like no other thing could. Pretty sad but oh well. Earl and Fluffy had never broken my heart, stole my virginity, insulted me through a video blog or pretended that they gave a shit. There was something to inanimate objects.
Nothing new and exciting on the web when I did a quick look so I took out what was left of my pralines and crème ice cream and sat on the couch...*cough* futon, with a quilt my gramma made and turned on the TV. I got really excited when I saw that Terminator had just started. As Amy Adams once said. "I'm having a me Party!"