The Drama Llama

That laptop of his, the one that he'd bought when he was working with Elite Wrestling Champions, was getting a nice workout. Between that and his cell phone, he knew he'd been spending a lot of time on Twitter-- mostly to keep in touch with a certain girl who'd struck his fancy.

He didn't know that Twitter was the source of most of the drama in her life.

He was about to find that out.



December twenty-seventh. TK didn't know it was possible to be this angry, humiliated and hurt all at one time, at one person.  He ex, Mark Chapman, had crossed a line and it'd hurt more than she'd believed possible. Her brother had stood up for her, and made her promise not to do anything stupid, not only that, but he'd been online too, talking to her. He'd seen the links to the pictures. She was mortified that he knew part of her secret and now he was on his way to her house. She hadn't even known he was coming, but she couldn't help but wish he'd get there faster. She needed the comfort because of Mark's outburst and childish behavior.

The knock on her door wasn't forceful in the least, it was more a light tap accompanied by the scrape and shuffle of worn skater shoes on the icy porch. She'd been pacing by the door, waiting for his arrival, and on some level he'd expected that. When she threw open the door, he didn't flinch. Instead he held up a sad looking bouquet of flowers that had clearly been bought at the 7-11 on the corner. His spiked hair was hidden by a hood, but that puppy dog sad look in his brown eyes was familiar as he looked at her. "I'm sorry," were the first words out of his mouth, accompanied by a puff of steam from his breath.

She sniffled and started to tear up again, so embarrassed and humiliated, taking the flowers and looking at them before she started to cry all over again. She lowered her head and replied to him, "I didn't want you to find that out about me."

He shrugged, and since she didn't step out of the way for him to enter, he eased up on the stoop next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Ain't like I care 'bout that," he mumbled awkwardly, patting her back. "Don't matter if you was dancin' on tables or suckin' dick on corners. That prick don't got the right to make you feel bad over that."

She moved inside a bit more, letting him come inside before closing the door behind them. She shuffled into the living room, telling him as they moved into the other room, "I trusted him, no one really knew about all of that, except Mark and Maci's dad."
"S'ok," he said quietly, looking down at her tear-stained face, "you don't got to explain nothin' to me."

She sniffled and sat down, wiping her face as she set the flowers on the coffee table. The baby monitor remained quiet; Maci was still napping. Breathing in, she let out a shuddering breath before looking at him and asking, "why were you in Pennsylvania anyways?"

He looked at her without answering for a long moment while he chewed on his lip ring. There was no clever way to answer such a direct question so he opted for the truth. "T'see you." He finally mumbled, looking away.

"Me?" She seemed slightly confused, "but... why?" She looked over at him, "I didn't think I was that impressive, let alone memorable. I figured once we left the airport, that was it."

A sigh punctuated his silence, before he muttered, "if you don't want me 'round just say so an' I'll go. Was stupid t'come here. I ain't no stalker. I mean, I just thought..."

She shook her head, "no… no, I didn't mean it like that, I just..." She sighed, "usually guys only like me because... well, you saw what Mark did, you know why guys seem to like me." She flushed red, knowing that he'd seen the amateur porn she'd posed for years ago. The fact that he hadn't really said much about it was actually almost comforting. She sighed and looked over at him before he spoke, "I'm really glad you're here... I've missed you."

Missed... him? Something in the way she said that brought a smile to his lips. "I ain't like them other guys," he confessed as if it was some big secret, reaching for her. His hands closed over her shoulders, and he could feel her shaking as she tried to keep her emotions in check. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't after a quick roll in the hay, that he wasn't that kind of guy in the least but the words caught in his throat. She probably wouldn't understand, would see that as some sort of rejection after what Chapman had tried to do online, painting her as some whore who wanted nothing more than to get naked and show off. "I..." he tried to say something to salvage the moment, failing completely.

"If you think what happened tonight was bad, just wait until he gets wind of things between us," she told him, "he's selfish and jealous, even if he doesn't want the person. No one else should want me either, that's what he's like."

A dark look passed across his features as he shook his head, "that's stupid," he muttered, his fingers still clutching her shoulders. "As if I care about that? I like you. Ain't payin' attention to the likes of him."

"It's not that easy for me though," she replied, "he's been another big brother, one of my best friends since I can remember. It's just been the last 5 years or so that he's changed like this. I hate it." Shaking her head, she whispered, looking up at him through her tears, "I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about him anymore. Coming here… you really made me feel better."

"Yeah?" His brown eyes seemed to light up a little as he looked down at her. There was a subtle tension between them, and she knew before his fingers slipped under her chin that he was going to kiss her. She felt the warmth of his lips along with the cold metal of his lip ring as his mouth pressed against hers.

She kissed him back, softly, hesitantly, she wasn't sure but it felt so good. Breathing in deeply through her nose, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled herself close. It felt natural, and she was enjoying it, losing herself and all track of time while she kissed him.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back, laughing softly. "Feelin' even better now?"

She nodded, "Yeah," a small smile came to her features as she shyly looked up at him. Then something caught her mind and she asked, "when will I get to see you again?"

He shrugged, "whenever you wanna. S'not like I'm busy."

"Then stay..." she bit her lip, "here, with me. Tonight..."

"Alright."

She moved forward, pressing her lips against his again, holding him close. It didn't last as long this time, before pulling back and asking him, "so... do you want me to be your girl?" Swallowing hard she asked, "even knowing that I have Maci? And knowing about the other stuff?"

"Relax, baby girl." He murmured, looking down at her with a serious look on his face, "none of that matters."

She smiled a little, biting her lip before she told him, "you know, Mark is gonna keep on with his ridicule because I'm not crying my eyes out over him. I just want you to be prepared for what he will try to do."

"I don't scare easy. Ain't that kinda guy. He wants a fight? I'll give him one." Collins assured her, dismissing her fears.