Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter nineteen: "shit like this"]

Chapter 19: "Shit Like This"
Jolene Milford's POV

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I awake the moment I hear footsteps approaching my room, but I don't move until I hear Kev's voice by my head and feel one of his large hands gently shake me.

"Joli, babe? We've got to head on out."

"Do you have to? Tell Bischoff to fuck off and just stay here with me." I grumble as I carefully sit up, my eyes adjusting to my dimly-lit room. The sun is just now starting to rise, and it's barely peeking through my curtains, but the light in the hallway helps make it easier to see Scott and Kev.

"As much as we'd love to, you know we can't do that." Scott gives a small little smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Come here, guys." I yawn and open up my arms. Scott and Kev both lean in, wrapping their arms around me in a warm embrace. Fuckin' hell, I miss them already. "Call me when you get to the hotel tonight."

"We will." Scott assures as he and Kev stand back. "We've got a lot of shit to do this weekend, but we'll be sure to check in every chance we get."

"Good. Be safe on the road. You'll be driving, what, six hours today?"

"Something like that. Probably closer to seven, actually." Kev shrugs before leaning forward and ruffling my hair. "Don't push yourself too much, all right?"

"I'll try not to." I smile, even though my heart aches. "I'll see you guys later."

"Later, babe." Come on, Kev. Stay.

"See ya, Joli." Scott, no, don't walk away...

I sigh as I watch Scott and Kev exit my room and turn the light in the hall off. I know they don't want to go, but they have to. As much as I would love for them to just stay here with me throughout the remainder of my recovery, I know that's completely impossible. I wouldn't want them to put work as a secondary priority, anyway; that wouldn't be fair.

I'd love to go back to sleep right now, because I am still very tired, but I don't know if I can fall asleep right now. I know Scott and Kev didn't want to keep me up when they left, and that they just wanted to say good-bye, but I'm up now, and my mind is racing.

These past few days with Scott and Kev have been the best ones I've had since I was injured. I've felt so great, both physically and mentally. There's just something about the two of them that makes me so very happy.

Then again, shouldn't that be the case with friendships that have spanned over several years?

I truly do not believe I would be in such a good place in my life, had I not met either Scott or Kevin and nearly lost them for a few years. My relationships with them have been able to get me through everything, and they've brought many changes in me that have been for the better.

They've really helped me grow as a person and that's something I'll always be grateful for.

I remember how strange I was, back when I first signed with WCW. I have never been shy, but for the first couple of weeks, I clung to Dallas and Kimberly. Being in the wrestling world was something I had always wanted, but actually being there was a complete change from the simple life I had known before. Even though Scott and I met my first day backstage, we didn't become good friends until I'd been there nearly a month.