Msg from Merc: For Christa. You may not like it, you may not want it, but damnit you're gonna get it.
I smiled as I watched Billy walking towards us. Finally coming back, after his injury. I wondered who would be happiest - Jesse or Billy. I also wondered if they'd be able to restrain themselves in public - I hoped so, I'd bet $100 that the only PDA was a 'brotherly' hug.
I smiled again as I looked at Jesse. He looked like a little kid waiting for Santa or something. I knew how much he'd missed Billy, and I was pleased to see them together again.
"Yo' B-A-Double D!" yelled Jesse with an excited grin. "We're over here!"
"Hey guys." Billy walked up to us, smiling. He hugged me first, then Hunter, then Sean, then, last of all, Jesse. They looked at each other for a long time. I could see Jesse scanning Billy's face hungrily, seeing how it had changed since he'd been gone. Billy looked oddly reserved.
It wasn't until we were in the DX limo, that it became clear that something was wrong. I had expected that the Outlaws would refuse to leave each other alone, but, despite Jesse's attempts, Billy would have none of it. "I'm tired." he explained, looking away.
I noticed the flash of hurt in Jesse's face, but what got me was the look of betrayal and emotional agony in Billy's whenever he thought no one was looking.
I woke up that night to sounds of fighting. I groaned and put the pillow over my head, till I remembered who I was next to.
"Just don't touch me!"
"Are you out of your mind? Billy, what the hell is goin on?"
"You tell me." Billy's voice was ice cold and I pulled the blanket up over my arms. Jesse sounded confused. "Why are you being like this?"
"Ever heard of a Freudian Slip Jesse?"
"Yeah, it's when someone says what they're thinking about something else. Like that time the Grandmasta told Jackie "I think you could be a real asset to the womens div. With boobs - I mean moves! - like that, you can't go wrong." Jesse replied, sounding a little confused. I snickered to myself.
"Well not only can a Freudian Slip get you in trouble, but the way you react afterwards can mean sink or swim."
"BILLY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT?"
"How many times did you fuck Benoit while I was gone?"
"WHAT? None!"
"Don't lie to me Jesse. I may not be the smartest man in the world, but I know when my boyfriend is cheating on me."
"I have never cheated on you!"
"Then what the hell is this about?" Billy shouted. I listened carefully, it sounded like a video tape was playing. ~Turn the sound up.~ I thought as I pressed my ear against the wall. Sure enough, the volume was turned up and I thanked my guardian angel. Jesse's voice came through loud and clear "And after I've pinned ya, then you'll know I've been up in ya. Two tears in a bucket and if you're not down with that I got two words for ya.... suck it!"
"Billy, it's just trash talk! Everyone does it all the time! It doesn't mean anything!" protested Jesse. Billy stopped the tape. "How long have we been together?"
"About three years now."
"Exactly. And do you honestly believe that in those three years I have learnt nothing about you? That I can't tell when you're lying to me? That I don't recognized that 'Oops... I fucked up' look you get on your face when you've fucked up badly?"
There was silence. I could picture the two, staring each other down.
"Fine then! I fucked Benoit! But it was only once and we were both drunk! It meant nothing!"
"Then why?"
"Because I was lonely, drunk and horny! I was missing you like crazy, I had no idea when you would be coming back, I needed someone."
"Fair enough." Billy's voice was calm. Jesse sounded desparate. "So now what? Will you forgive me? Don't expect me to believe that you remained celibate the whole time."
"I was! All I could think about was healing my shoulder and getting it back into shape so I could get back to you!" Billy shouted. There was a pause. "What are you doing?"
"Do you honestly expect me to stay here? With *you*?"
Anopther pause. "I'd hoped -"
"Yeah, we all have hopes don't we? I'd hoped, no I'd believed, that you would wait for me to come back." Billy's voice was cold, but there was a hint of pain.
"Baby, please -"
"Goodbye Jesse."
I listened as the door slammed and Billy stormed down the hall. There was silnce for a few seconds while Billy's footsteps faded. Then came the sound of crying. The sobbing that comes from someone who hates what's happened, but knows he brought it all on himself.
