Post by Evan De Parker on May 20, 2012 22:04:03 GMT -4
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]"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on…
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on..."
[/url][/i][/center]]"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on…
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on..."
”Who’s it from, Ev?”
Evan Envi is looking at a hand-written letter, his eyes scrolling it from top to bottom, bottom to top, so on and so forth. The look on his face would suggest that whatever he is reading is offensive-- at least unconventional. He lowers it a bit and mouths something indistinguishable to himself, clearly bewildered.
Sienna Harrison, who is standing at the sink, preparing some sort of pasta dish stops suddenly, her eyes going wide. It was very rare that she would receive hand-written letters… Hell, it was rare for anyone to get hand-written letters these days, isn’t it? It’s 2012! And the reaction that Evan had produced was barely a reaction at all. It was one of confusion and maybe even panic.
Immediately, Sienna identified the sender.
”Did Aubrey send you a letter, Ev? I told you it was too good to be true! The silence was deafening. What’d she say?”
Evan defensively throws a hand over the letter as Sienna makes a grab for it. She pouts, looking at her slightly younger brother with defiance.
”What did she say?!”
Evan sighs and unfolds the letter again, his eyes reviewing its contents as if confirming that what he’d read earlier was in fact reality. He slowly lowers it and his hazel eyes move toward Sienna’s.
”She was just wishing me the best… Telling me how much she enjoyed what I was doing here in APW and how much she liked the product overall… You know, a lot of business-talk.”
Sienna nods.
”Understandable. She is a manager-- an agent. She’s not doing too great on the entertainment front so what’s she doing for money? Doing hair, scheduling tanning sessions, and kissing Hollywood ass for money?”
”Pretty much, actually, yeah. She’s gone back to her sister’s salon in Beverly Hills… Likely kissing atrocious amounts of Hollywood ass.”
Sienna laughs slightly at the comment, though her eyes travel from the letter toward Evan’s eyes again.
”Alright. That wasn’t all business-talk though, little brother. What else did she--?”
”Thought you weren’t going to be in my business anymore, Sienna. It’s not that big of a deal.”
”Okay, okay. Fine. You’re right.”
Sienna goes back to preparing the pasta, moving it from a strainer over the sink to a pot, which is already full of some sort of sizzling product.
After a few seconds of deliberation, Evan groans and reveals the letter’s secrets to Sienna Harrison.
”She’s in town for a few days visiting her old college dorm-mate. I should be expecting a call from her sometime today… She wants to swing by and get the few things she has over here.”
Sienna falters a bit, not quite expecting the last bit of news. It had been a month since Evan Envi had rudely and unceremoniously dumped Aubrey J. Parker, just five short days before his APW debut. They hadn’t spoken since. The closest occasion was a week after the incident when Parker’s sister ventured to Envi’s southern Los Angeles estate to get her belongings. The letter was a big step; a phone call was even bigger, but Envi’s former girlfriend and manager coming to Evan’s Baltimore home (a moderate-sized house suitable for a single family, in a very small isolated community in Baltimore’s eastern countryside) really took the cake.
Evan briefly skims the pile of mail that he’d brought inside upon arriving at the house, searching for any other mail from Aubrey that he may have missed, but the rest consisted of bills, bogus offers, and the occasional letter with a picture attached from a local, requesting an autograph or something… Diverting his attention to the letter once again, Evan continues in order to break the silence.
”Well. Hope she plans on coming before tomorrow morning. We have an 11:30 AM flight down to Richmond.”
Sienna shrugs.
”Still a little curious as to why you’re so determined to make it to the SuperShow. You have the night off for a reason, Ev. You just won the North American Championship and--”
”Exactly. I just won the North American Championship and the last thing I’m gonna do is miss the first Meltdown SuperShow. My show. Sienna… You don’t have to come.”
”I’m gonna come. I just think you should take it easy and use the rare extra day you have to catch up on some sleep. Maybe to review some other Meltdown Megastars without worrying about having to warm up for your own match.”
”I don’t take days off. I may not have a match, but I have a big, shiny gold belt and a hell of a lot to say.”
Bzzzzzzzzzt.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!
Evan and Sienna’s eyes both dart toward the iPhone on the island, just a few feet north of them in the kitchen. Sienna laughs condescendingly and slaps a hand on Evan’s back in a mock show of reassurance before making her way to the pasta once more. Evan seems to flinch every time the phone rings, but he somehow manages the will to take two long strides forward and snatch the phone up.
The caller was indeed none other than Aubrey J. Parker, who was simply labeled as “Jess” in Evan’s phone.
”Well don’t stare at it too long, jackass. It’ll go to voicemail.”
Evan answers the phone shakily and raises it to his ear. He surprises himself with how cool and natural his voice flows out, despite the damn-near-panic that envelopes his heart.
”Yoooo.”
”Hey!”
Evan’s heart nearly sinks… She sounded happy. He wasn’t sure whether it was happy to hear from him or just happy. Regardless, he felt uncomfortable… Though he wasn’t entirely convinced that he wouldn’t have felt uncomfortable if her reaction had been any different.
”What’s up, Jess?”
”Eh. Not a whole lot, really. Helping Chelsea prepare for her baby shower for tomorrow evening. Visiting some friends, turning some heads in Baltimore… You know, the usual.”
Evan laughs lightly. ”Bein’ a boss?”
”It’s the only thing I’m qualified to be, Evan. Come on.”
Again, Evan laughs, though he is again taken aback at how calm, cool, and collected she seems. He doesn’t know what to say to further the conversation, but the silence only lasts approximately 1.2 seconds before Aubrey cuts through again.
”My phone’s probably gonna commit suicide within the next minute or so unless I find a charger, so you won’t have to listen to me long… But would it be cool if I stopped by tonight and grabbed some shit? I didn’t have much there but-- wow, how rude of me. What are you doing tonight? Are you even available? Am I imposing?”
”Wha--? No… No, I mean, yes. Yes, you can come by. Sienna and I were actually just making some dinner. I’m not going anywhere tonight though… Stop by.”
”Sounds great. I’ll try to be there by--”
Silence.
Evan sits on the line for a few seconds, waiting for Aubrey to complete her sentence on the other line, though soon realizes that she’s gone… Her phone clearly died, or “committed suicide” as she anticipated. Evan lowers his own phone and sighs, looking over at Sienna.
”Well. She’s coming.”
”When?”
”No clue."
He looks off into the distance, contemplating. Worry taints his features only briefly as he leans over the island, his elbows resting on the light marble. He shakes his head, biting his lip hard enough that he was unaware that he was dangerously close to drawing blood.
It was illogical-- why was Evan the one that was stressed out? He had just come off of the biggest win in his young APW career thus far, vanquished his nemesis, and now he was being confronted by the girl he dumped a month ago. He was at a point of leverage, but couldn't capitalize on it...
And maybe it was all because she seemed happy. Without him. It was a perfectly human emotion; jealousy. Envy. Maybe that was really all it was.
"This should be interesting.”
For a few seconds, if you were standing within arm’s-reach of Evan Envi, you could probably hear his rapid heartbeat. However, there was one thing at that moment that soothed him. He found himself at ease and the heartbeat slowed to a steady pace… It steadies, and a small half-smile finds its way across the face of our North American Champion.
It’s the APW North American Championship belt itself. It sits, isolated from the rest of Evan’s luggage, by itself on the ottoman in Evan’s living room.
With the title finally in his possession, after weeks of speculation and desire, there was very little that could ruin Evan’s mood.
