Disclaimer: Vince owns Test and the WWF stuff… I own the rest.
Distribution: Flights and Mirrors.
Notes: More of the Normal fic.

Kat's POV

So I'm weak, sue me. My boyfriend is a hot piece of ass that's pissed at me. You're telling me you wouldn't go the distance to save what relationship the two of you still have? No? Then you're lying. I'm not. I want Andrew in my life. I love the sucker. And I never feel quite as safe as when I'm in his arms and that means a lot to me, all right? So I ditched Julie, who's being very understanding since she's been doing the boyfriend-o-centric thing too, and I drove to Albany after work on Friday night.
Jason, who loves playing matchmaker, told me when Andrew's flight was coming in from Tampa and bam! Saturday morning at 10.56, I'm at the gate, waiting for him. Yes, yes… I'm weak… we agree on that. I'm also sleeping with a wrestler… who's in your bed? That's right… you don't get to judge me.

Andrew's POV

Sometimes, things work out for the best. Last night, I lost my girlfriend and today… today, I feel on top of the world. I'm not totally insensitive mind you. I miss my Kat and I think I love her even but it'll all fall into place. It has to.
Don't get me wrong, I don't always get my way. But I'll get my Kat back. She loves me. I know she does. She doesn't trust people a whole lot, since she's been hurt a lot and stuff, but she does trust me. It's something in the way she lets herself fall asleep in my arms. She lets go when she's with me. And that's always a good thing… makes me feel like a man.

Kat's POV

What the hell are we doing here?
This is the forceful, feminist me talking and she's got a point.
Thank God for small miracles.
Excuse me for finding the nights without him cold and lonely.
Buy a thicker comforter.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the funny feminista.
Hey!
Being strong and independent is fine and good but when you get tired of sleeping alone, what then?
Get yourself a pretty woman!
Oh shut up!
What?
I don't get noticed, by any gender… I lose him… that's it for me.
So basically, we're here because you're too desperate to be on your own?
SHUT UP! Fucking bitch is right… but I'm just not listening to her.

Jason's POV

She's out there, waiting for him and no one knows that but me… I rule. I am the WWF's Cupid! And yes, I am considering running around in a little diaper with a red bow and arrow… cute, huh?

Andrew's POV

She's so cute though… not my usual type though… but doable…
Andrew…
What's wrong with saying she's doable?
You have a girlfriend?
A) I don't know that for sure anymore; B) It's not because I'm on a diet that I can't look at the menu. And C) To quote the nerd from Friends, we are on a break!
You're drooling all over the first course. And… God, you've got crumbs all over our face.
No I don't.
Yeah… check the corner of your mouth.
So I check and I can almost see my reflection smirk at me. So I caved… I have needs too you know!
Kat would never do that to you… no matter how tempting the offer.
Listen, what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
You are so wrong…

Kat's POV

Here they come. I try looking cool but I get goofy-grinned right away… I can't wait to see my beautiful hunk… he's going to be so surprised. And I'm even wearing new leather pants and boots. So I splurged. I figured I might as well make making up worth both our whiles.

Adam's POV

The man's a fucking pig! He's a thoroughly hateful pig and if I didn't have to work with him, I'd kick his head in. Jason, grinning like an idiot as usual, almost zips by me before I can catch him.
"Andrew Martin deserves to be hung upside down from the hair off his balls," I tell him.
"What the hell did that idiot do now?"
"Him… Stacy Keibler… Mile High Club. They're gloating over it now."
"You are shitting me, right?"
"Check them out."
I point to the new couple just as they're about to get out of the terminal and Jason goes after them like a bat out of hell. What's with the idiot?

Kat's POV

He's coming! I can tell from the tall shadow. Taker, Kane and Show are already out and he's next. YAY!
Weakling…
I am so killing you… I am SO killing you dead!
You kill me, you kill you…
Shut up… the doors are opening and…
Men need to die… they need to die badly… I'm talking skin their balls and dip their dicks in some serious acid while they rot off… fucking bastards…
I look at him, nibbling on elf girl's stupidly upturned nose and I struggle with myself to not take off my big boot and beat him over the head with it.

Andrew's POV

What can I say? Women dig me and from the way Stacey's been holding on to me since our little entry in the Mile High Club, she digs me something fierce. She's squeezing my dick and Kat's standing there, just watching us, cool as a cucumber.
Jesus H. Christ! What the hell is she doing here? And damn it, why is she smiling?
"God," Stacy says, "I hate the starers… they make me feel so weird. It's like she thinks she owns you or something."
"Uh…"
Ok… she's turning around… walking away… shit!
"Give me a second."
"You're going to talk to her? She could be a psycho for all you know."
"Yeah, he's going to talk to her all right," Jason says, joining us, "and you're going to get down on your bony knees and be thankful she didn't start by kicking your ass."
"Who the hell is she to kick my ass?"
"Hopefully, his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend."
"But she's so fat."

Kat's POV

I will not cry. I will hold my head high and I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.
He's calling you…
And we care because…
Come on, don't you want to stress him out while he tries to explain?
And this would be fun because?
He deserves to sweat a little if we're not going to kill him.
I thought we had agreed we weren't going to turn to women because of jail but for the sheer pleasure of it?
I know but making him sweat will feel good.
Fine… the asshole will sweat.
I turn around and look at Andrew, "Yes?"

Andrew's POV

Ok, the smile on her face isn't good… it sucks… it means bad things… bad things for me… I don't like bad things…
"Huh…"
"Yes? You were calling me for some reason, I presume?"
"Listen, Stacy was just playing around and…"
"At grabbing my boyfriend's dick? What a fun game that must be!"
"Kat, calm down… come on… let's do this privately…"
"So you can skip the humiliation? Nuh uh, don't think so!"
I grab her arm to steer her out of everyone's sight and interest and she shoves me so hard, I fall on my ass. What?

Kat's POV

"Ok, lesson one about Black women: you cheat on us, you don't get to touch us, ever."
"Kat…"
"Don't try to sweet talk us either. That pisses us off."
"It's not my fault…"
"Whose fault is it then? Mine? Was I there to put your dick in her pussy?"
"Kat…"
"Was I there to put your stinking dick in the elf's pussy?"
"Who the hell are you calling an elf, you fat…"
Thank you Lord Oh Jesus! I wanted to drag her into this… I was burning for an opportunity and she gave it to me… presented herself on a fucking silver platter!
"Listen, you woman-like stick figurine!" Her mouth drops. "Did you not know he was involved? That he was in a relationship?" She pales… the elf knew. "Did you not care?" Her mouth closes. "You just had to fuck him right?" She steps back. "No matter what, right?" Another step back. I am getting off on this. "So shut your fucking mouth before I nail it shut with my fat fist."

Andrew's POV

This is not good… really not good. I didn't know my girlfriend could get this mad about anything at all. But she's just threatened to hurt Stacy and that's just no good for me.
"Kat, it's me you're mad at, not her."
"Initially, no. But the second she called me fat, she became fair game."
"Listen, if you want to yell at somebody, yell at me."
"You're not worth losing my voice over," she says flatly, walking away.
"Kat…"
"What?"
"It was just a mistake… I didn't mean to…"
She stops walking and turns to me… looks at me tenderly… I got her back… whoo hoo!

Kat's POV

Poor idiot thinks he's won me over. Fucking prick!
"I can't just pretend this never happened Andrew."
"You want compensation."
"Yes." Let's see how far he's willing to go with this.
"You can hit me if you want."
Oh yeah… ring me up! I have won the big prize… he wants to be hit. I always kid around about hitting him but I never do. But now, I will. It's about time those damn Tae-Bo tapes paid off.
"Oh baby," I croon as he leans over me, "hit you?"
"Yeah… it'll be okay… I can take it."
I smile again as he leans over me, our heads almost touching. He's aiming for a make-up kiss… cocky twit…

Andrew's POV

SHE HIT ME!!! IN THE NOSE! LANDED A PERFECT JAB TO MY FUCKING NOSE!

Jason's POV

Maybe cheering isn't politically correct but damn if it doesn't feel good. That was a beautiful jab with perfect form. And the follow-up kick to the balls? Not bad either. And that uppercut while he's already writhing in pain? Superb! Kat rocks! And while Andrew's still on the ground, she walks away. I have never seen her look better.

Kat's POV

I didn't know you were so violent.
He offered to let me hit him. It would have been rude to refuse his gracious offer.
He didn't mean that.
I didn't know that.
Yeah right.
So I knew. So what? I didn't deserve to release some of this rage?
Mmmmm…
Oh well, it's done.
Yes, it's done. Andrew and I are over… after less than a year… it hurts. But I don't know what hurts more. The fact that he cheated or that I feel relieved about walking away. Does that make me into a bad person? No… makes me into a person in love with someone who wasn't right for me. Another decision I fucked up. Yay me.
That yay wasn't genuine.
Really? Felt genuine to me.
We're going to be okay.
Hopefully…

Andrew's POV

I know I deserved that… I hate it but I know it. I'm making a spectacle of myself but I don't want to move. If I move, I'll want to throw up, I know it. I think she broke my nose. And my balls are going to be out of action for a while. And my jaw's going to swell for sure.
"Oh my God, are you okay? She's a maniac this chick! You don't need her in your life anyways. Freaking psycho! I can't believe she hit you like that!"
"I asked her to hit me."
"Still! I'm telling you… fat girls have a lot of anger because of all that fat. Look at me, I don't have issues…"
"Shut up Stacy!" I finally say. God, I hate it when the girl you fuck one time think she matters.
"You in pain?" Adam asks me while he stands over me.
"Yeah."
"Good."
"Help me up?"
"No."
Oh this is great.
"Here," Hunter says, giving me a hand up.
"Thanks."
"I know what it's like. Think you can get her back?"
"What do you think?"
"I've got a better chance of sleeping with Joanie."
"Probably."

Kat's POV

So what now? Do I run back to Montreal, my tail tucked between my legs or do I hang around Albany? I don't want to do either. Maybe I'll go to Plattsburg and hide until Sunday night. Yeah, that sounds…
"Katia?"
I turn around and my jaw drops.
"Rolana?"
It's my cousin Rolana. She's a model and she was my role model when I was a kid. She's beautiful and loaded.
"What are you doing here?" she asks me, giving me a big hug.
Right then and there, it's like we're almost 25 years into the past and I skimmed my knee and I knew she'd make it all better. Difference is, today, I scraped my heart.

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