Disclaimer: Don't own WWF, own Kat character.
Distribution: Flights.
Rating: PG
Summary: The relationship evolves. Sequel to Again and Try Again.
I'm sitting in my apartment, watching the Best of RAW, vol. 1, while I IM with my buddies Edna and Brittni when my cell phone rings.
"Hello."
"I'm home."
The sound of that voice, which I should be familiar with by now but still am not, makes me smile.
"Enjoying it?"
"It's all right."
"Just all right? Come on, it's home."
"Not as much as before, you know."
"No, I don't. But I can imagine."
Brittni: You still there?
Kat: On the phone, brb
"So, I see you tomorrow?" Please say yes! I know you have the ticket but please say yes!
"Of course. I got my hair done and everything."
"You got your hair done?"
"It's not every day that I get to go to a WWF show. Gotta dress to impress."
"Impress who?"
"You."
"All right then, you're forgiven."
"Lord knows I look forward to that."
"Smart mouth."
"Smart everything."
Maybe I shouldn't be so flippant with him. I mean, come on, this guy's something of a star. Why the hell does he need me giving him lip?
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For coming off so bitchy all the time."
"I like you bitchy."
"You do?"
"Yeah. It's cool, different."
"Good."
Ednajohnson28: So what are you up to?
KatWildMartin: Having a little convo on the phone. I'll tell you about it later.
Ednajohnson28: Cool.
"So, what are you up to?"
"Chatting online with a few friends."
"So I'm disturbing you?"
"Nope. It's cool."
"So do you do that a lot? Chat with your friends online?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't it weird?"
"Not really. It's fun actually. And interesting considering that most of them don't even live in Canada."
"Oh, ever met any of them?"
"Not yet."
"Oh."
That's it! He thinks I'm a weirdo for having online friends! Ugh! I shouldn't have told him. Then again, screw that, they're my friends! His opinion about them does not matter!
Silence. Another one of those and I'm going to wail like a baby.
"Easy. Something like IMDB.com."
She sounds seriously ticked off. Angry even. The idiots are still waiting there, Jason's hand extended for the phone.
Wow! I'm good. Actually remonstrated a guy who could literally kill me with his bare hands.
Kat's been adamant about that. I am not to read her stories. She won't tell me why.
"It's not that weird."
"I'm not saying it is. It's just different I guess."
"You'd like them anyhow."
"I would?"
"They're all wrestling fans."
"All of them?"
"All of them."
"Cool."
Silence. Ugh, I hate those. I hear him breathing and good God, I get butterflies. I can't fall for this guy.
"We're still on for dinner tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I made reservations for six o'clock. Will that be okay?"
"Should be fine. Give us time to talk and stuff."
"Okay."
"Hey, can we talk to your Montreal hottie?" Adam and Jason. I knew I should have locked the bathroom door.
"No. Go away?"
"Got visitors?" she asks me.
"Yeah, pair of idiots."
"Let me guess, Adam and Jason."
"You know their real names?" STALKER!!!
"Please, I'm a fan, I'm not dumb."
"Where would a fan go to find out this information?"
"What's that?"
"Internet Movie Database. You look up RAW or SMACKDOWN and you get a listing for all the performers."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
What is this idiot thinking? That I'm an actual stalker, that's what! Idiot!
"I am not a stalker, damn you Andrew Martin. And I happen to like wrestling and plus, I'm curious. I have better things to do than stalk idiots like you!"
"..."
"You know what? Tomorrow, you're having dinner on your own, or with your boys. I don't care!"
"I'm hanging up the phone now."
"No! Don't hang up!"
"Why not?"
Damn, she sounds so cold.
"Because I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"Because I should know better."
"Really? Why?"
"Because I'm getting to know you."
"You know it's not because you're a big WWF star that everyone's after your dumb ass, OK?"
"My dumb ass?"
"Yeah."
"I sorry." I can hear his pout on the other end of the line.
"Forgiven."
"So we're still on for dinner tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see soon enough. Listen, I have some things to finish up before bed. So I'm going to have to let you go, OK?"
"What kind of things?"
"Well, I have a few stories I want to work on before bed."
"Any of them with me?"
"Maybe."
"Will you let me read them?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"If the general response is good, I'll bring you one or two tomorrow at the show, OK?"
"Yay!"
"Good night Andrew. Sleep tight and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay. Uh, call me when you get to the Molson Center, OK?"
"Will do. And Andrew?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell the two idiots I said good night."
"All right. Sleep tight."
"You too."
She hangs up the phone and I grin like an idiot. I might actually like this chick. Then I hear the snickers.
"Andrew and Montreal hottie up in a tree," idiot no. 1 and no. 2 sing, "k-i-s-s-i-n-g..."
I barely hear them go on. Idiots that they are, they reminded me of something. Tomorrow night, I'll get to kiss Kat again.