#aewdrabble

Part 1

•You met Darby at catering right before the tapings of Dynamite.

•You were both standing in line looking at all the food and he must've seen that you weren't the biggest fan of anything that you saw.

•"If you don't eat it, it will slowly but surely eat you." He said. You didn't know that he normally never talked to strangers.

•You just had to smile.

•"Just a matter of time." He smiled. You didn't know that he normally didn't smile very often.

•You introduced each other and you thought Darby was such a badass name.

•It seemed like you clicked instantly first it was just looks you gave each other. Inside jokes only you could understand. Then fast forward a short time you always sat together at catering and also hung around together after the shows.

• Darby soon became the first person you texted in the morning and the last one you said goodnight to in the evening.

•It was weird, it was like as soon as you had met that an instant unknown glue kept you together. You never questioned it and neither did he. You were always waiting for him behind the curtain when he had a match and so was he.

•One day after one of his matches you two were walking down the hall, he was fully covered in sweat and his face paint had melted all over his face. He was laughing and had one arm thrown around your shoulder, he carried his skateboard in the other one.

•Suddenly you heard a despicable laugh that could only belong to one person...MJF. He stood there in the hallway with his suit and scarf. He was clapping and had an sarcastic grin on his face.

•"Aren't you guys the cutest little couple.", arrogance was dripping off of every of his words, "Maybe she's the reason that you all of a sudden know how to win a match."

•You felt anger crawling up in Darby as if he was a volcano ready to errupt as MJF stood right infront of you placing one finger under your chin.

•"But your lucky charm right here won't help you get the win against me next week, won't it?"

•That was it. Within a split second Darby swung his skateboard up, eye's glaring, ready to knock MJF's damn head off. You yelled his name. "Don't you ever lay one of your disgusting fingers on her ever again."

Part 2

•It was still a miracle to you how Darby and you got along so well. You were almost complete opposites of each other. More than once you said to him that if the circumstances had been different, meaning you wouldn't have both been wrestlers, he would've probably rather poked his eye out than spending half an hour with you. He always said that this couldn't be further from the truth.

•But it was true you were really different. Your humour wasn't as dark as his and neither were your clothes. You weren't such a thrill seeking daredevil and you weren't into goth or horror like Darby was. Whenever you said that you were lame as hell Darby just said "Well actually hell's not lame. It's pretty hot." And maybe you could've realized something than and there but you didn't. You never did.

•It was a sunny afternoon when you decided it would be a good idea to learn how to Skate. You had the most fun trying and you couldn't help but giggle at your own clumsiness everytime you heard Darby's huskily laugh when you fell flat on the floor.

•You were really into the zone and had some speed going on when you rolled over a little stone. Not little enough to keep them rolls rollin'. But Darby reacted as fast as one could and catched you before you could've hit the ground.

•"Got ya. You okay?" He looked worried.