A/N- I'm a roll with these updates.
What do you think the pairing in this should be? Jericho/Kendra, Cody/Kendra, or ...Ted/Kendra....that last one was hard to say.
I have an idea of who I am going to go with, I just want to know what you all think.
Somewhere In Between
Two days later, and Kendra was going through her same routine. She even thought about screening her calls to avoid bill collectors, then realized that would cost money. She owed car insurance, the electricity bill, and water bill. All on top of the rent that was still unpaid. She wasn't lying when she told her landlord she had the money, but she unexpectedly had to spend it. She cut her arm at work on a broken bottle, and it required stitches. Of course she had no insurance, so she had to pay for it out of her pocket.
"I say we make our way into town, and check out the new club."
"Sure, just let me withdraw some money out of the bank." Kendra wasn't one for sarcasm, but in moments like this, it was called for.
"Kendra, come on. You never do anything fun. It's always work, work, work with you." Paige complained. She regrets ever coming here. She thought that just maybe, she'd get Kendra out tonight. They had a rare night off, and she wanted to go out, Kendra on the other hand, didn't.
"Paige, I have to be at work in seven hours. So one, I don't want to waste sleep time getting drunk, and two, I can't afford it. I'm sorry I can't live the life of luxury like you do, but some of us have things to worry about." Kendra never did understand why Paige worked. She has been dating the same man since Kendra knew her, and there was no reason for her to hold this job.
"I wasn't aware I was too good for you." Click. Kendra sighed and hung up the phone. She didn't mean to snap but sometimes Paige just didn't understand.
She strolled into her small kitchen in search of something to eat. Her stomach was reminding her that she hadn't eaten in well over twenty four hours. She rummaged though her refrigerator in search of something edible. In the end, all she came up with was bologna.
"Bologna with no bread. How appetizing." She grabbed the few dollars she had on her dresser and decided to head down to a mini mart about a mile away.
"Aren't you from around here? How the hell did we end up here?"
"No, I grew up in Clinton, not Jackson." Ted corrected.
"I clearly remember you saying you knew your way around."
"Christopher you're putting words into my mouth. I simply said I could get us here. Besides, we are joyriding, which means there is no destination."
"How far is it to Clinton jerkoff?"
"About an hour."
"I got to piss, so pull into that mini mart." Cody spoke up from the backseat.
"...Did Cody just say piss?" Ted asked slowly.
"He did. Before long, he'll say sex without blushing. Our boy is growing up." Chris wiped a fake tear from his eye and pulled into the gas station.
"While Cody goes and pisses, I'm going to go inside and get food and something drink."
"I'm going to go with you while Cody pisses."
"We should go in now then, I doubt it will take Cody long to piss."
"Would you two stop it!" Cody slammed his door shut angrily. He says one little thing and it blows into this. Those two men were infuriating. They were a match made in heaven.
"Way to go Theodore. You PISSED him off."
"He gets so PISSY sometimes." Both men laughed at their not-so-clever jokes as they walked inside. An older man was sitting at the counter reading, not paying any attention to the small store. There was no one else inside that they could see.
"I'll get the drinks asswipe. You get the snacks. Get Cody those spicy things that give him problems at night." Chris yelled across the small mini mart. Ted smiled and did as he was told. What a night this would be. After grabbing plenty of chips, crackers, and anything else he could get his hands on, he walked up to the front counter. There was a woman in front of him.
"I thought bread was 2.19?"
"It was raised a week ago, sweetheart." The old man had a look of sympathy in his eyes.
"I don't have three dollars. Can I give you this, and the other eighty cents when I get paid? I promise I will. I'll give you my name, address, telephone number, and where I work." Ted stood back in confusion. He didn't mean to listen in but he couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry miss. I can't." The man looked apologetically towards her. This happened a lot and he learned to deal with it.
"I understand." Dejectedly, the young woman turned to leave. She walked past Ted with her shoulders slumped. Ted stepped up to the register.
"Uh, add the bread to my total." Grabbing the bread, he quickly turned to follow the woman out the door.
He wasn't sure what to do now.
"Ma'am?...Hey, you. Girl walking." That seemed to get her attention. She turned around and look at him questionably.
"I don't have money. Don't bother trying to rob me." Ted half smiled.
"No,...here." He shoved the bread at her.
"Did you steal this?" She looked from the bread up to Ted.
"No....I paid for it."
"Thanks I think." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her two one dollar bills.
"It's not all of it, but here, take this." She tried giving the money to him but he wouldn't take it.
"No, it's fine. Do you need anything else?" Ted asked. He felt bad for her.
"How about a good paying job so I can buy my own bread?" She joked laughing a little. This was a little awkward for her. Chris's job opening immediately popped into Ted's head.
"I think I can do that." Her smile faded.
"I'm not a hooker."
"I didn't say you were."
"THEODORE! Don't think you're sticking me with your bill. Get your ass in here and pay for your junk." Chris yelled as soon as he opened the door to the store.
"Do you need a ride somewhere?" Ted asked. He saw her look from him to Jericho, back to him again. He could just imagine what she was thinking.
"You don't have to worry. It's Jericho. He's harmless. He has a big mouth and never shuts up. He wouldn't harm a fly. Though he thinks he is the greatest thing in the world." Ted maybe should have explained that they were wrestlers, but that thought never crossed his mind.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. There's also Cody. You'll like him. He's shy, rarely talks, and is basically Jericho's bitch." Ted informed her.
"I don't know.."
"You won't be bored. I can assure you of that." Ted promised.
"Okay." She reluctantly agreed. She was too tired to walk home tonight. Ted didn't seem like trouble, and neither did this Chris fellow. She hasn't seen Cody yet.
He was still pissing.
Ted led her over to the car where Jericho was standing, and walked in to pay for his stuff. He returned to the car to see Chris telling a joke making the young woman laugh.
"Did you guys pick up another hitchhiker? Remember what happened last time? We got stuck with Manu." Cody complained when he reached the car.
"You done pissing, Junior?" Chris asked, ignoring Cody's comment.
"I hate you." Cody said while getting back into the car. The other three followed after him. The woman slowly got in beside Cody and didn't say anything. She enjoyed seeing these three interact with each other.
"So what is your name toots?" Chris asked looking through the rear view mirror.
"Kendra Arnold." The three men nodded, and it was silent for a few minutes.
"We have drinks, you can have a few sips." Ted said. Before Kendra could answer, Chris cut in.
"Sips spells piss."
"You two assholes planned that." Cody kicked Ted's seat from behind.
Kendra just laughed.