Post by Lluvia/Zara/Jamie/Others on Aug 25, 2022 18:23:34 GMT -8
Harper Lee sighed as she got out of her Uber in front of the small house Jonna had bought in Asheville when she had first moved to the city. Grabbing her bags from the car's trunk, she thanked the driver again before heading up the little sidewalk to the front door, pausing long enough to dig her spare key out. The ebony beauty dropped her bags by the front door, not planning on staying long…just long enough to find out what had happened to her friend. "Jo? What the hell happened? You were supposed to get me from the airport!" When she didn't get a response, Harper continued through the little house before coming to Jonna's bedroom, the door wide open and some beer bottles on the floor. The woman sighed, knowing her friend didn't usually drink like that, but it had been hard on her since Felicia Ballesteros had left. It was true that Jonna still had Christina Olson, and cared about her, but on the nights that Chrissy was off having her fun, Felicia and Jonna had become increasingly close. Being the one to find Felicia's note, her stuff gone, and the ring Jonna had given her on the dress had destroyed the NFW Silver Mountain Champion. She had gone as far as to go back home to Victoria, Texas because she knew her uncle was the only one that would keep her mind on the upcoming title defense that she had. But that the show was over and she had a little over a month off? Well…Harper could only hope that Steve would go easy on Jonna if she went back to Victoria before the tournament was over.
Before trying to wake the blonde woman that was passed out in front of her, Harper began cleaning up the bottles, tossing them in the trash can that was in the bedroom before making her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a BodyArmour from Jonna's fridge, Lee made her way into the master bathroom, rummaging through the little bathroom closet for some aspirin for her friend. With that in hand, the dark-haired woman made her way back into the bedroom, setting the items on the bedside table before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Gently, she began shaking her friend by the shoulder as she spoke to her in a soft voice. "Jonna…hey, it's 11am. It's time to get up, you need to get something to eat." Jonna began mumbling incoherently in her sleep, somewhat stirring in the process. With a little more gentle prodding, the champion blinked and groaned as soon as her eyes took in the sunlight, grabbing her head before she realized there was extra weight on her bed.
"Oh fuck…I am so sorry, Harper! I'm so fucking sorry! Shit! I just got home yesterday, and it was so quiet. I-" Harper held up a hand, silencing her friend. She wasn't mad at her, not anymore at least. The woman understood what had happened…Hell, if the roles were reversed, she'd probably be the same way. When Felicia was still around, she was the one that looked after Jonna when the woman had a grueling match. The aftermath of Cruel Summer was truthfully the first time Jonna had been one after a tough battle in a while, and Harper didn't know why she didn't think about it before when the champion had said she was catching the earliest flight back that she could. "It's fine, Jo…I understand better than some would. Get cleaned up…looks like you were fighting your head last night. I'll get some food going…got you a BodyArmour and some aspirin on the table there." Jonna mumbled thanks to Harper, unsure how she had managed to have such a friend.
Harper slid out of Jonna's room, heading towards the kitchen again. Tossing back the aspirin, Jonna rubbed her face, wincing when she hit the cuts from her battle with Psycho. She had needed a few stitches in a couple of them, nothing that bothered her in the long run, but boy did they ache. She pushed herself off of the soft bed and shuffled into the adjoining bathroom, turning the hot water on in the shower before turning to the now steamy mirror. Wiping away the moisture, Jonna could what Harper had meant. The woman's forehead was bloodied again, her eyes were bloodshot, and the bags under her eyes were atrocious. She groaned and pushed off of the bathroom counter before stripping and stepping into the hot water, letting it both burn and soothe her body at the same time.
While Jonna got cleaned up, Harper had gone into the kitchen and pulled out some eggs, bread, and bacon with the plan to make a very simple and classic breakfast along with some coffee. By the time the food was done, Jonna was at the table working on a large cup of the strongly brewed liquid, looking better but still miserable and her friend knew it. "Jonna, you can't do this a lot, and you know it. It ain't healthy, and she wouldn't want this for you. And you'll lose that title a lot faster if you don't get it together." The blonde woman said nothing, choosing to stare at the table in front of her as she nibbled on the toast that was on her plate. "I don't do it the night before shows or during a show, and it's not every night and you know it."
Harper sighed and shook her head. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, having forgotten to turn the sound back on, so she pulled it out to check it. She kept a straight face, something she had gotten good at doing when she saw that Felicia Ballesteros had messaged her on Twitter.
"I know you're probably not my biggest fan, but did you find her? Is she okay?"
"I found her, yes. But she's far from okay. Your leaving took a heavy toll on her. She needs you, not anyone else."
"I had to leave. I couldn't stay."
"She would have left with you! She hasn't been back there except for a couple of nights. The tweets about your ring? Unless she's in a match, it's around her neck like she's said."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not the one who needs to hear that. I'm not the one that's hungover right now."
Harper didn't care if she came across ugly or hurtful at the end. Her friend was hurting and the one Jonna needed to hear from was messaging Harper instead of the other. Something must have been conveyed on Lee's face because she found Jonna trying to get her attention. "Who was that? They said something to irritate you." "No one important…just some fuck toy trying to get a piece." Normally Jonna would have laughed at the idea of Harper dealing with someone like that, but her head was in too much pain to do so. There was another buzz from Harper's phone, one she wasn’t quite expecting after the slight ugliness she had just shown to Felicia.
"I'm coming home. Don't tell her."
That was all it took for Harper to smile a little hopeful for her friend. "Come on and eat…we'll do a little cleaning up around here afterward. This place is a mess." Jonna just grunted in response, not really caring about the mess since it was just her in the house. Harper rolled her eyes before going back to her late breakfast.
Before trying to wake the blonde woman that was passed out in front of her, Harper began cleaning up the bottles, tossing them in the trash can that was in the bedroom before making her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a BodyArmour from Jonna's fridge, Lee made her way into the master bathroom, rummaging through the little bathroom closet for some aspirin for her friend. With that in hand, the dark-haired woman made her way back into the bedroom, setting the items on the bedside table before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Gently, she began shaking her friend by the shoulder as she spoke to her in a soft voice. "Jonna…hey, it's 11am. It's time to get up, you need to get something to eat." Jonna began mumbling incoherently in her sleep, somewhat stirring in the process. With a little more gentle prodding, the champion blinked and groaned as soon as her eyes took in the sunlight, grabbing her head before she realized there was extra weight on her bed.
"Oh fuck…I am so sorry, Harper! I'm so fucking sorry! Shit! I just got home yesterday, and it was so quiet. I-" Harper held up a hand, silencing her friend. She wasn't mad at her, not anymore at least. The woman understood what had happened…Hell, if the roles were reversed, she'd probably be the same way. When Felicia was still around, she was the one that looked after Jonna when the woman had a grueling match. The aftermath of Cruel Summer was truthfully the first time Jonna had been one after a tough battle in a while, and Harper didn't know why she didn't think about it before when the champion had said she was catching the earliest flight back that she could. "It's fine, Jo…I understand better than some would. Get cleaned up…looks like you were fighting your head last night. I'll get some food going…got you a BodyArmour and some aspirin on the table there." Jonna mumbled thanks to Harper, unsure how she had managed to have such a friend.
Harper slid out of Jonna's room, heading towards the kitchen again. Tossing back the aspirin, Jonna rubbed her face, wincing when she hit the cuts from her battle with Psycho. She had needed a few stitches in a couple of them, nothing that bothered her in the long run, but boy did they ache. She pushed herself off of the soft bed and shuffled into the adjoining bathroom, turning the hot water on in the shower before turning to the now steamy mirror. Wiping away the moisture, Jonna could what Harper had meant. The woman's forehead was bloodied again, her eyes were bloodshot, and the bags under her eyes were atrocious. She groaned and pushed off of the bathroom counter before stripping and stepping into the hot water, letting it both burn and soothe her body at the same time.
While Jonna got cleaned up, Harper had gone into the kitchen and pulled out some eggs, bread, and bacon with the plan to make a very simple and classic breakfast along with some coffee. By the time the food was done, Jonna was at the table working on a large cup of the strongly brewed liquid, looking better but still miserable and her friend knew it. "Jonna, you can't do this a lot, and you know it. It ain't healthy, and she wouldn't want this for you. And you'll lose that title a lot faster if you don't get it together." The blonde woman said nothing, choosing to stare at the table in front of her as she nibbled on the toast that was on her plate. "I don't do it the night before shows or during a show, and it's not every night and you know it."
Harper sighed and shook her head. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, having forgotten to turn the sound back on, so she pulled it out to check it. She kept a straight face, something she had gotten good at doing when she saw that Felicia Ballesteros had messaged her on Twitter.
"I know you're probably not my biggest fan, but did you find her? Is she okay?"
"I found her, yes. But she's far from okay. Your leaving took a heavy toll on her. She needs you, not anyone else."
"I had to leave. I couldn't stay."
"She would have left with you! She hasn't been back there except for a couple of nights. The tweets about your ring? Unless she's in a match, it's around her neck like she's said."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not the one who needs to hear that. I'm not the one that's hungover right now."
Harper didn't care if she came across ugly or hurtful at the end. Her friend was hurting and the one Jonna needed to hear from was messaging Harper instead of the other. Something must have been conveyed on Lee's face because she found Jonna trying to get her attention. "Who was that? They said something to irritate you." "No one important…just some fuck toy trying to get a piece." Normally Jonna would have laughed at the idea of Harper dealing with someone like that, but her head was in too much pain to do so. There was another buzz from Harper's phone, one she wasn’t quite expecting after the slight ugliness she had just shown to Felicia.
"I'm coming home. Don't tell her."
That was all it took for Harper to smile a little hopeful for her friend. "Come on and eat…we'll do a little cleaning up around here afterward. This place is a mess." Jonna just grunted in response, not really caring about the mess since it was just her in the house. Harper rolled her eyes before going back to her late breakfast.
