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Scene 1- Stay With Me

The walls were all splatter with bright colors, the damp paint leaving a lingering scent of chemicals that would’ve suffocate Sophia had it not been for the open windows. Her knees were held tightly against her chest, the only facial feature visible was the two solid brown eyes. Fingers continue to dig their tips against the sides of her legs. The previous echo of laughter from herself and Evan long vanished leaving a chilling silence. It replaced all the thunderous thoughts of her next match. Most of the time she couldn't stop the worries of her career from flashing away. It held so much important but when something else came into view? It faded into a cloud of smoke. To hold onto it would be ideal; the rest of the roster lucked out in a sense of being able to focus on it for the gifted length of time. Sophia struggled with keep herself stable, perfect. It always seemed to fail. The female peered up at the sound of yelling that leaked from somewhere down the hallway. A loud crash sent a chill down her spine before there was a softer knock at her door. Sophia lifted her head to gaze at the door, slowly limbs extended outward so she could stand. A long sleeved, white shirt clung against her curves while it hid a pair of small black shorts. She shuffled over before opening up the door to see Devin.

“H..hi. Come in.”

Her throat cleared itself as she pushed the door open further. Devin slowly walked in, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, as Sophia closed the door behind him. The woman stayed with her hand on the door knob before it twisted the lock.

“Hey… Is that.. Normal..?

He motioned with his head towards the noises behind the now closed door. Sophia tugged the end of the sleeve over her knuckles and almost waddled back to where she had been sitting against the wall; the only place not drying.

“... Sort of. They really hate each other some nights… Other nights…”

The blonde shrugged slightly. He nodded his head softly. He stood there for several seconds, unsure what to say or do, before walking over and slowly sat down on the floor next to her, resting his back against the wall. Drawing his knees up a little, he rested his arms on them.

“Paint job is looking good..”

His words drew themselves out as if afraid of the silence that might follow. For a minute they could only hear the argument from the other apartment. Sophia perked up for a second, her index finger extend towards her bedroom. With the door open it was easily seen that the bedroom walls were all splattered with blues and greys. A few spots were cleared of paint. It was difficult to tell what was there from the angle they sat at.

“Thanks… Evan helped me... “

There a short pause. Sophia glanced to Devin.

“Can I show you something?”

She rose from her feet but stood there at his side as if she was waiting to see if he’d get up. He was a bit hesitant. Especially upon hearing Evan’s name. But he nodded his head, slowly standing up.

“Yeah.. Of course.”

Her chocolate eyes aimed down at his hand, instead of grabbing a hold of it she just gripped the hem of the shirt sleeve tighter. Sophia dragged her feet against the floor as she walked into her room. The bed was shoved against the far corner and covered with a paint covered sheet, the floor also, mostly, protected by the same method. A few large blue paint stains could be seen. Sophia moved against the opposite admiring the wall. On the wall was the outline of two people both turn forward with their hands over lapping. Spatters of paint made the clear spaces stick out brilliantly.

“I wanted your help with this but… you wouldn’t answer your phone…. I, um, just wanted something special on the wall because being in here reminds me of… what we did.”

Devin took a couple steps forward, looking at the outline on the wall. His mouth was agape, slightly, as he stood silently. Without turning to look at Sophia, he spoke in a soft, near-whisper tone of voice.

“I started to think… What we did… Drove you away.”

Sophia readjusted against the wall. A particle smile appeared on her lips, sweaty palms flat to the wall behind her while she folded one leg over the other.

“It did…. Then it didn’t… I’m just not really used to doing that with people who don’t… vanish afterwards.”

Her voice cracked while the smile disappeared. Devin walked to where Sophia was standing, taking a spot next to her. He kept his eyes on the wall but slowly reached over, softly taking one of her hands. His fingers only wrapped around her own, slowly attempting to intertwine their fingers.

“I’m not gonna vanish you know.”

He finally turned his head and looked in her direction. A glossy coat covered Sophia’s eyes before a tear drip down her cheek. Her head nodded quickly and she took a step away from him yanking her hand from his.

“Yes. Yes you are… because they always do…. because I ruin everything. I always do and you can tell me you aren’t going to until your throat is raw but you will.”

Devin's eyes fell to his hand, previously occupied by Sophia’s hand, before looking back up.

“I don’t plan on telling you. I’ll just show you.”

Teeth clamped together to tighten her jaw. Sophia shook her head furiously, one hand lifted up in the air before her body rotated towards him. The palm of hand slapped against his cheek in a low smack. Instantly her mouth opened releasing a sob, eyes widened, with one hand covering her mouth to quiet the noise. Sophia quickly backed away from him.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Devin held his head to the side, after the slap to the face. He brought his hand up, slowly, to his cheek, gently pressing his fingers to the area that she struck. At first, the look on his face clearly showed surprise. After several moments of not saying a word, he brought his hand down from his face and straightened up. His expression much more calm. The shock long vanished, replaced with a secret comprehension of the situation.

“...Still here.”

Without a word, Sophia collapsed to her knees, eyes widen gawking in his direction before both hands covered up the expression. Each time she sob, her body shuddered, but rather quickly it ended. She just stayed on the floor with her face covered. Her lips turning up at the corners before the fell again. The fact he still remained was surprising and frightening. Sophia didn’t lower her hands.

“I don’t get it! Go away, Devin!”

He could have walked away. He could have gotten upset. There were several scenarios that could have happened. Instead, only one word fell from his lips.

“Why?”

“... It’s easier.”

The answer was easily given. It was normal for a person to only handle her for so long. Sophia wanted to believe him so desperately but it always led to disappointment. She wanted to get up from the floor, to shove him right back out of her apartment so she could fast forward before getting attached. Sophia swallowed, for once trying to use an angry tone which cracked as she shouted.

“Just go away. Get out!”

“You wanted me to come here, tonight. You asked me to. And I almost didn’t. Because..”

He swallowed, looking up at the ceiling before bringing his gaze back down.

“Because I was jealous. Of Evan. Because I thought I had pushed you away from me and to him. Because I thought that, with the things I was reading on Twitter and the way you had acted, that what happened between us yesterday meant nothing to you, after all.”

Shoving his hands in his pants’ pocket, he squeezed his arms tightly to his side. Sophia finally dropped her hands away from her face, eyes down on the floor.

“But I came. Why? Because you wanted me to. Despite ALL of those feelings, I still showed up here tonight. Because you asked me to. Because.. I like you. I care about you. But if you want me to leave. To walk out this room and then out that front door… Because it’s easier, for you.. Then I will. I don’t want to. But I will. For you. If you look me in the eyes, say it and mean it with all your heart.”

She shook her head again. Sophia knew it was better to lie to him because for a moment she would mean it. If she screamed at him to leave it would be true until he reached the door. How many times had she done this? Of course, normally the person would just leave ignoring her crazed pleas for them to stop.

“I want you to leave, Devin… I want you to leave. I really want you to just go but I don’t want you to leave. Don’t you get it? I didn’t care that we had sex… It doesn’t mean anything to me and if it does that feeling doesn’t last…”

Sophia glanced up through the blonde curls that were concealing some of her face.

“It meant something at the time… It did but it stopped later on… It stopped when Evan was here but when we started painting this room? That feeling came back. I just kept thinking about you, how you would love what we did because it’s blue. I know you like the color blue. I wanted something to hold onto because I know the feeling is going to go away like it always does. I can’t fix it. I can't fix it... That is why you have to leave.”

Each word drawn out from the odd exhaustion the woman had. Devin looked at her for several seconds before slowly shaking his head.

“I’m not giving up on you. I’m not like the others. And I’m gonna do whatever it takes to show you that, Sophia.”

Sophia helplessly stared up at him. All of her strength drained.

“Why?”

“When I find something that’s worth fighting for… I fight for it.”

He took a few steps forward and crouched down near her.

“You’re worth it. I know you’ll say you’re not. You’ve tried giving me a list of reasons already, why you aren’t. But you are to me. That’s the whole reason I’m even here, right now.”

Why as she worth it? What could they have accomplished over the short period of time to warrant him fighting for the broken doll? His words caused a warm buzz to calm down everything else. Why question one of the good things in her life? Why run from it? Sophia rose to her knees before lunging forward, both arms wrapped around his neck as the two fell to the floor. A smile appeared. A small misplaced chuckle before she gently kissed him. It was like a completely different person with how cheerful she suddenly was. Sophia blinked, untangling her arms from his neck before sitting up right.

“...Sorry…”

A small frown replaced the smile and he sat up next to her.

“Sorry for what?”

The blonde curls fell to the side when Sophia titled her head. A sheepish smile appeared but went away just as fast. The emotions clicked by like a light switch constantly being flipped on and off. Sophia felt restless like there were tiny tingles crawling through her whole body. A shiver ran its course. There was a deep desire to stop everything for a moment, all the emotions and all the thoughts.

“Devin… Can you kiss me?”

A small smile formed on Devin’s face. He didn’t bother to say anything or ask why. Instead, he did exactly as she asked, leaning over and pressing his lips to hers. Sophia moved closer, deepening the kiss. A short exhaled left her nose, their lips moved together, each second that passed seemed to cause them to become more needy, passionate. Sophia arched so her chest brushed his, while one of her hands slipped up his shirt to rub up his tone stomach. Devin moved both arms around her waist, fingers rubbing against silky skin from hip to under her breast. Their lips parted, foreheads pressed together, a pant left Sophia’s lips before she kissed him again. Hands pawed at his shirt to discard it, clumsily it slipped off messing up his brown locks. Devin's body slowly lowered down, stumbling to keep their lips together Sophia fell down on top of him…

Scene 2- Thankful For Impossible.

There is something supposedly magical about holidays for families. Millions of things combined to bring together-ness. Warm food, friendly conversations and love. There is suppose to be the kids running around, laughing. The adults stand around the kitchen joking about daily things while they cook. Small groups of family chatting as they set plates or watch TV. There is always the rich scent of pumpkin pie…

// A plate shattered against the wall or was it the floor? There was loud noises while something burnt remained inside the oven. When would the sobbing begin? When would the door slams stop? There would always be complaints about missing the family… About the reason they couldn’t leave… Sophia was the mistake… The problem… \\

Sophia inhaled through her nostrils, the air clean and fresh aside from the ever comforting old book smell. The morning sun had finally crept through the cracks of the curtains to release rays of light against the wall across the room. The first thing her eyes fell to were the figures on the wall. It reminded her of something special, something she was very thankful for. Wasn’t that what this day was for? To remember things we cherish? Devin… A rush of warm draped against her stomach, lazed finger trips danced against the bare hip. Sophia glanced over to watch Evan’s chest lift and fall. He had come the previous night so they could have Thanksgiving together. Unfortunately, the couch was currently covered in books, clothes and paint cans. Evan had reluctantly slept with Sophia. Slowly she climbed from the bed allowing his hand to fall against the velvet bed. The woman dashed across the carpeted floor into the nearly empty living room then into the kitchen. The cold floor caused her to stand on tippy toes to avoid as much contact as possible. Nimble fingers flipped through an old cook book to find a recipe for turkey.

Evan had barely moved, the lack of Sophia next to him causing him to slowly draw his arm closer to his chest. His sleeping thoughts lead him to many dark places, but within the dark there was always light...he often didn’t want to leave them. But one couldn’t sleep forever, and so his eyes slowly fluttered open, a big yawn escaping from his mouth. He rolled over, propping himself up just slightly, looking out the open door. He rolled out of bed, retrieving his jeans from the floor, slipping them on a leg at a time as he hopped out of the room. Trying to stay as quiet as possible, he found Sophia in the kitchen, observing with a smile. She seemed very excited about the prospect of taking care of things today, and he couldn’t help but also be excited.

“You know,” he started with a hint of flirtation in his voice, “You look really good like that.”

Fingers twitched against the page as she straightened up in surprise. Sophia’s head tilted enough for Evan’s face to come into sight. A soft giggle left her lips accompanied by a smile for the simple reasoning of compliments given to her. Still, Soph had to question the meaning.

“Like what?”

Evan smirked, taking a few steps closer to her while fastening the belt to his jeans. He reached out toward her, his fingers playing with the hem of the shirt she was wearing, his shirt. He dropped it and laughed, shaking his head. “Wearing my shirts. They look better on you.” He strolled past her, heading toward the fridge to remove a bottle of orange juice.

“Best of all? The shirt is really short.”

Sophia glanced down at the shirt, her finger gently scratched at the dry paint on the breast of it trying to remove it. It wouldn’t have matter had she offered to return it to him, Evan allowed her to keep it as one of her painting shirts. With a small bent, the female noticed how high the shirt came on her. It exposed the navy boy shorts she worn which caused a small tint of red to cover her cheeks.

“Maybe I should change…” Her eyes fell to the floor. “... Should probably do laundry… Meant to do it last night but the machines were full.”

Evan barely contained a laugh, the mouthful of orange juice giving him good motivation. He threw the bottle back in the fridge and sat down, shaking his head with a small smile.

“Tell you what. Get your laundry together, I’ll go get it started, while you worry about getting the food started.” He couldn’t help but look at her, admire her. She was beautiful, but...something, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The way she blushed made his heart pound.

“Promise not to look at your unmentionables.”

Sophia just smiled once more, no argument about him doing this chore for her. He had offered after all… She spun around on the balls of her feet passing him careful to not bump into him.

“Let me go get it together. Should I throw your stuff in there too?” She asked before disappearing in the bedroom. Her voice called, “I’m just going to throw it in there with mine. No harm in your clothes getting cleaned too. I’m going to throw this shirt in there too. Hopefully we can get the paint off… In case you want it back.”

Evan followed a few steps behind, though stopped outside of the bedroom door. He leaned against the wall, running his hand through his hair, trying to fix it up if only slightly.

“Told you, that shirt belongs to you. Take any of mine you want.” His head briefly craned around the corner, looking into the room, but quickly thought better of it. “Just don’t take my jeans. Don’t think you can pull those off.”

Sophia giggled, while she slipped a black dress over her head. It hugged against her body was bunched up enough to not make her feel too exposed. “How do you know I couldn’t?” She frowned slightly not sure why that had popped out. With a shrug she lifted his shirt up then dropped it into the basket. With a skip she hopped from the room a little confused that she didn’t see Evan. “Oh,” Soph glanced to the side. “Here you go. I am going to get started on the turkey!”

Evan whistled, his eyes glancing at her, taking in the, to him, unusual sight of seeing Sophia in a dress. He averted his gaze quickly, looking at the laundry, instantly regretting offering to do it. He gathered it in his arms, walking toward the front door slowly.

“This is going to be a good day, don’t you think? I’ll be back after I get it in the wash to help out.”

“Yes,” Sophia nodded with a gentle smile, “I think so…”

Halfway to the kitchen, she twisted on her heels to look back. Evan’s hand on the door knob, shirtless, chocolate eyes blinked. “Um, Evan… You might want to put on a shirt… I’m not sure if the other people living in my apartment would enjoy seeing a shirtless man walking around... I mean, the owner... Probably won't...”

Truthfully the sight of him made her embarrassed, almost uncomfortable yet not enough to shy away. Sophia promptly nodded then returned to pulling the turkey from the fridge. Thankfully it was thawed out and wouldn’t take too terribly long to actually prepare.

Evan considered pressing the issue, it almost seemed like Sophia was...jealous? He decided against it, instead sitting the clothes down and disappearing back to the bedroom. He returned seconds later, buttoning a shirt as he walked. He stopped and looked out to the kitchen, shaking his head playfully.

“Good luck. Don’t let the turkey beat you.” He laughed before retrieving the clothes once more, disappearing out the front door to take on the bountiful amount of laundry. She began the process of cleaning the turkey. The small radio on the counter was turned on, she hummed along even though the tune was unknown to her, it was catchy. It felt like time flew by because the turkey was set inside the oven leaving Sophia time to sit down. Her back pressed against the opposite cabinets from the oven. The warmth splashed against her legs, forearms and face. This is where she used to sit in her old home… The radio cracked causing the female to curl up. Hands pressed over ears to block out the harsh static that came from the speakers.

“IT’S HER FAULT! THAT FUCKING CHILD! YOU GET HER OUT OF THIS HOUSE! I HATE HER! I WANT A NICE HOLIDAY FOR ONCE!”

“Stop yelling… Sophia is going to hear you.”

“LET HER!”

“Dear, please, calm down… I can always call your sis--”

“And let her suffer through that monster? Never! Just order some damn pizza. I’m going to take a fucking nap!”

Sophia wheezed, forehead firmly pressed to her knees to stop the memory of the yelling. Her lips formed words trying to block out the static but it grew louder. Lounging up the female swatted at the radio sending it into the wall, “STOP IT!” Sophia cried, the small radio dented the colorful wall then cracked against the floor. The brunette knelt down scooping the radio up.

Evan had just returned to the apartment, just barely having time to close the door behind him when a loud crash caught his attention. He blew it off without a thought, until he rounded the corner, seeing Sophia on the floor, huddled over the broken radio.

“Sophia?” he called out, walking in with broad steps. He knelt down beside her, gently putting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey. You alright? What happened?” He put his free hand on hers, squeezing it enough to be just slightly reassuring, but her face told the story. He wasn’t sure what else he could do.

The radio was clutched to her chest while forcing her eyes to blink rapidly stopping tears. Sophia rested against Evan, her head shook side to side. “I’m okay…” Her voice rattled in a very unconvincing tone. In another attempt, “I just… knocked it off the counter. Static. I…” The words were jumbled but she forced a smile, unwinding her arms from around the broken radio to set it down. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?” he asked, obviously still worried. He snaked his arm completely around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. Protecting her, keeping her happy, that was important to him right now, especially now of all days...he wanted this to be a great day, not for himself. He didn’t care about himself, but Sophia…

“If you need to talk...you know I’m here for you. Need you in top form, you’re makin’ me food after all.” His grip loosened, but his arm stayed put around her, not wanting her to back away.

“I am making the food.” That seemed to snap Soph’s focus back onto what was important. The meal, being around people who care about you, who you care about. Sophia cared about Evan. Even though they hadn’t known each other long. “I… I’m really glad you are here. Normally I have Thanksgiving alone, it’s better that way, but I’m happy I don’t have to be.”

Evan rose to his feet, pulling Sophia up with him with little effort, and he still held her close to him. His hands drifted down to her waist, though not in a romantic way, that was the furthest thing on his mind...he just felt the need to stay close. Not let her get away from him, to get upset again…

“I’ve been doing the whole holiday thing alone for...a really long time now. After Sarah passed…” His voice caught in his throat. “I never wanted to be with anyone else.”

The brunette rested her head against his chest. The news sunk in while questions arose but Sophia didn’t pry. Even if she wanted to know who Sarah was. An old girlfriend? A family member? “I’ve never lost anyone but I understand not wanting to be with anyone else today...” Her own past left a dreadful taste behind, especially around the holidays. There was no desire to keep their memory around right now because it would spoil this. This little piece of quiet happiness. “Evan, will you make me make the food?” Sophia peered up at him. Most of her motivation gone.

He smirked, his chin resting against the top of her head. Peace. “Make you, huh?” He wasn’t sure what she meant by that. Force her? Slave labor? He shook the silly thoughts out of his head. Instead, he scooped her small frame up over his shoulder, holding her legs steady.

”Oh, I'll make you.” He cheerfully carried her around the living room and into the kitchen, and even though he could have put her down..he didn’t. He held her up, his thoughts taking him elsewhere yet again.

“Evan!” Soph squeaked, restraining the want to flail around. She wasn’t fond of being hoisted on someone’s shoulders due to the fact normally, shortly after, they would drop her down to the mat. The brunette gently wiggled, her hand playfully swatting at his lower back.

“What?” He shook his head, snapping back from his thoughts. “If you’re trying to spank me, gotta get lower.” His playful nature returned in the blink of an eye, spinning the two of them around just slightly. Truly the first time he could just...have fun, no worries, with someone he did truly care about. He didn’t want it to end.

His childish response actually mustered one from Sophia. “I wasn’t trying to spank your butt before…” The way her words trailed had given him a bit of warning before her hand smacked his back end. Soph’s giggles filled the room as she continued to wiggle and swat at Evan’s butt. “Put me down!”

Evan finally conceded, leaning forward until her squirming feet were safely on the ground. He released her waist and backed away with a grin, barely holding in a laugh. “Alright alright, you got me, you win…”

Sophia rewarded him with a triumphant smile. With a throat clear, the female scurried around Evan and back into the kitchen. Evan trailed behind her, following like a puppy. He took his place at the counter next to her, working on peeling a few potatoes for later. “Hey...Sophia? Thank you. For this.” He’d changed. He wasn’t being playful, or caring...he was being needy, sincere. Family, friends, he didn’t have any...no one besides Sophia. He needed her, and he wished so bad he could tell her, he just couldn’t find the words.

“You’re still my favorite star, you shine brighter and brighter every day.”

This brought a smile to her face while she chopped up some veggies for the stuffing. For some reason Sophia couldn’t connect the proper words. Something felt strange hearing him say that. Instead of forced words, she propped on her tippy toes and gently kissed his cheek before returning to her work.

Scene 3- Will To Win.

How long will it take for another opportunity like this to come to me? It is the million dollar question. The only one that should be asked but more of them always follow... Can I win against Adam? How long would I realistically be able to hold the title? Do I even deserve a title? Is being chased what I want? Is he worried about facing me? Should I be worried about facing him? Should I strive for more or be thankful I am in a ring again? How far do I want to take myself?

Hearing people whisper is a normal part of my day-- Oddly enough I have flown under the radar in ECWF. They notice my skill, who wouldn't? I am no threat though. Not right now. The only problem they face is Gwen Massey. Undermining her is the obvious trend but that is what happens to things we fear. They claim to not care for her yet she is always talked about-- on their lips; in a sense. Will I be the same if I step out of line? The end of the joke yet dangerous enough to keep down-- hands in chains and anchored to the floor.

They all seem above getting the 'crazy' arrested. It makes me wonder... When it happens, what will they do?

It stopped mattering. Just like that. All my concerns vanish like a passing car. It presents a problem for a single fleeting moment. Soon there will be an issue standing in my way. The Extreme Championship and it will not remove itself just by me turning my head. I could easily lay down for Adam, let him keep his title, stay under the radar from their sights and keep myself inside the ring. I could beat him senselessly for serving up my first loss, his fault, their faults! Useless! They were too weak. I knew fighting was a waste of our time. The other team had more reason to push further. Am I the only person with their fingers not inside their ears?!

Am I the only person watching the bigger scheme? There are people already chosen and the whole system is corrupt. Life has always been this way. No right, no wrong, just do. I love the way things change at the drop at a hat. I also hate it for the same reason. There is always a knife slipping between your shoulder blades. I've dug a knifes into backs, more into fronts, and felt them slice me up. I'm not as green as they think. Green to them, yes, but not fresh to the ring. It doesn't matter. Champions can be big one place but somehow fail in another company. It doesn't matter what you've done but what you do right now. In this moment. Yet another corruption that is inescapable.

Planning doesn't work for me... Maybe for the rest of them. They can scheme for the future but if I tried? Things would change. One second I hunger for that title. The next I couldn't care less. One second I could beat one of them into a bloody mess. The next help them to their feet. Fleeting things. Inside the ring I will fight for the sake of doing it. At the end, I might walk away with a prize or I might limp out bloody with nothing. Possibilities of me brushing the beating off or me slamming a chair upside Adam's head. Now are you going to overlook me? Probably. It doesn't matter. It does. In order for something grand to happen I must be willing to crack Adam's skull. I have to be willing to act with no direction... In a enter into the ring with a single goal then it might turn out the way they want... Beat Adam.

Do I want this title? Do I want to keep it? Do I deserve it? How hard will I fight for this? Am I able to attack Adam with everything in my power? Will I be able to put something important into the title? I want to. I want to be a wonderful champion... I want to keep the title....

I want to win.