I'd Lie

The night before Summer Slam was quiet and peaceful. One of few before a Pay Per View and many of the superstars were taking full advantage of that.

Jay Reso had decided to stop by, wish his friends the best of luck and perhaps join in on some drinking and catching up on the drama that has been going on in the WWE while he’s been in TNA. Everything was going fine. It was all fun and games, just like he remembered it to be. However, his fun seemed to stop when he saw his best friend, Adam Copeland, wander out of the bar, very drunk, with an equally drunk and giggling girl on each of his arms. The TNA performer sighed. It was one of those times where you don’t even smoke, and you need a cigarette. He made his way out of the little bar in Indiana and leaned against the makeshift banister. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice Randy Orton, who had decided to pay a visit to the party as well, follow after him.

“Looking for one of these man?” Jay looked up, “Yeah…thanks,” he muttered and graciously accepted the ‘stick-o-doom’ as he liked to call it. He coughed a bit and handed the lighter back to the younger athlete. Randy grinned, “Nice night, huh?” Jay nodded, taking another drag of his cigarette.

The silence was broken from giggling down the street. Jay didn’t need to be a rocket scientist for him to figure out that some Barry White shit was going to go down.

Randy noticed silently the way Jay’s eyes were locked onto the darkened street and the sound of stumbling feet, and then looked down upon the trail of disoriented footsteps leading there, an offbeat look on his face.

“You love him, am I right?” Randy noted softly.

Jay didn’t seem upset nor surprised by the question. He leaned his hands on the railing, blowing out the smoke, taking his time to think.

He smirked, “I’ve known him pretty much my wholelife,” he finally said, pensively and quietly, “I don’t really even remember how we met. I know every little thing about him. Every little detail, every little flaw. For example, he hates to admit it, but he’s into The Rock of Love. If you even remotely mention something having to do with the show and him liking it, he’ll throw a little fit and try, and fail miserably, to defend himself,” he paused and chuckled slightly to himself, “ I know what his favorite foods are. I know his biggest fears, his deepest and darkest secrets. He may act like an idiot sometimes…most of the time, but in all truth, he’s reaaalllly smart. Sometimes his head’s not in the right place, but his heart always is. If he sees something he wants, he puts his all into reaching it. I’m maybe one of the only people to see him cry and not have my life threatened if I told anyone. And I know that his true love…his wrestling career.”

Randy bounced on the balls of his heels, waiting to see if his friend was going to answer his question. Jay continued in a voice not like his. It plucked at Orton’s heart strings. It was so distant…so lonely…so broken.

“But Randy, I’d tell you,” he said, his eyes became as distant and fogged as his voice as he looked at the night sky, “ I’d tell you anything you asked about him. But…ask me if I love him,” his lips formed a faint smile, one that Randy had never seen on the usual A.D.D. like Canadian, “If you asked me that, I’d lie.” He gave the second generation superstar a peculiar, cunning look that seemed like it was an inside joke for himself. Randy’s brow furrowed at the sadness that was hinting in Jay’s smile. He didn’t know what to label it as.

At length of silence, Randy cracked up and nudged for an answer from the older man,

“So, do you love him?”

Jay stomped out his cigarette and gave Randy an almost angelic-like smirk ,looking him right in the eye, “Of course not,” he laughed, “Why’re you asking such dumb ass questions, kid? It so totally does not reek of Awesomeness.” And with another chuckling smile that barely hid the indescribable depression and loneliness that lingered behind the Canadian’s eyes., he stood. “Thanks for the butt, kid,” and walked right back into the party.

Randy watched his friend retreat back into the bar. He couldn’t help but wonder how many of the smile’s Jay gave him were as fake as the ones he just witnessed. He sighed before getting up, and walked through the bar doors, wondering what drink he should order next and what he should try to pressure Phil into doing….again.

The End