Torrie was back home for her usual three days off during the week. It was sheer relief for her to relax, take a breather. One thing for sure was that she wasn't having that easy a go of it on the road with SmackDown.
She decided to pamper herself just for the day. She clipped up all her long blonde hair and soaked in a warm bubblebath for about an hour. She played some music on the miniature portable CD player in the bathroom and even brought a glass of white wine in there. She sipped it leisurely as she kept the glass on the side of her luxurious slate marble tub. Corny enough as it seemed, she even had a phone in the bathroom.
It was too bad she doubted anyone would call her.
Try as she might, Torrie couldn't rid her mind of thoughts of what had happened in her life over the course of the past four months. She desperately wished she could forget mid-December through early March. Those weeks would forever be remembered as the worst in her entire life. Even going through a divorce from her onetime husband, Pete Gruner, had been less stressful and emotional, and that was saying a lot.
Resting her head against the back of the tub, which had a slight slant specifically for that purpose, she sighed. She recalled recent weeks in which she'd had run-ins with that awful bitch Michelle McCool. It seemed as though that woman went out of her way to make Torrie's life miserable. The divas' locker room during shows was pure hell for her, with palpable tension constantly floating through the air. She couldn't even count on Lisa Marie anymore. Her so-called best friend simply had nothing to do with her at this point, aside from a mandatory but very curt 'hello' or some other type of forced greeting.
At the thought of this, the platinum blonde's eyes filled with tears. She had already reached the point of bitterness as far as everyone else was concerned, but Lisa Marie Varon was a special case. They went far back, to years earlier as friends since their days as fitness models. In fact, that was how they'd met. They had become very fast friends, and it had been a treat to end up working together with the WWE back in 2001, when she'd first come over from WCW. The dark-haired woman had soon after been called back down to OVW, the training grounds, but they'd never lost touch. And on one day off a week, Torrie had always made sure to travel to Ohio to train with Lisa Marie. They'd been inseperable.
It was funny how things changed.
However, some small bit of good was happening for her at the moment. In spite of having to work with Michelle in their current storyline, Torrie was on television regularly again. Of course, she was playing a heel at the moment, but in spite of that, she still received a good deal of cheers from the fans in the arenas. It seemed that she was one of those heels who was still very over, popular with the crowds.
Candice Michelle was definitely the one diva who was still her friend. The brunette, although on the RAW roster, made sure to call her every other day, and they got together during a pay-per-view or Supershow. And at Candice's insistance, they would be going to a local mall for a good old-fashioned shopping spree the next time there was a combined brands show. Torrie actually could not wait for that. It would be great to get away and have a girls' day out type of thing.
Finally, there was the one and only Jeff Hardy. In so short a time frame, the enigmatic man had become so dear to her, and she'd quickly grown to think of him as one of her best friends... Well, it seemed she now only had two friends at all - him and Candice. But she was eternally grateful for them.
Jeff was like a godsend. He had been so amazing toward her, so understanding and sympathetic ever since that night when he'd comforted her in that corridor in an arena hallway. He'd barely known her except pretty much in passing, yet he'd taken the time to offer her kind and comforting words. He'd let her know that she was great and had so much going for her. He'd taken her out to eat on several occasions and just been there for her to talk. He was so sweet, and Torrie was thankful to whatever forces had brought him to her.
She was actually smiling as she stepped out of the bathtub. Thoughts of Jeff made it easy for feel encouraged and happy. She dried off and got dressed in the outfit she'd selected - a pair of worn, comfortable blue jeans and a black baby tee with a gothic design on it in dark colors.
Opting to keep her platinum hair clipped up, Torrie left the slightly steamy bathroom. As she moved into the living room, her three dogs, Chloe, Stewie and Rocky all followed her. She noticed her cell phone flashing as it lay on the dining room table and made a beeline over for it.
New text message.
Frowning, the blonde wondered who could have sent her a text. The only person who used to do that was Lisa Marie. She wasn't much into texting like some were, so her curiosity was piqued.
Torrie hit the button that would open the message and smiled as she read it.
Hey, it's Jeff. Hope ur doing well. Loved your backstage promo with McCool, u sure kicked her ass. I wanted to give you something, but u'll have 2 open the door 4 that.
The tall platinum blonde cocked her head as she read the end of the message. What was going on? Well, there was only one way to find out. She walked toward her front door, unlocked and then opened it.
She gasped at the sight before her. There was a man - a messenger, by the looks of it - just about to ring her doorbell. In the crook of his left arm, he was carrying a huge bouquet of flowers - roses of several different colors.
"Good afternoon, miss... I was just about to ring your bell."
Torrie was almost at a loss for words.
"Thank you very much!" she exclaimed.
The man nodded.
"Just sign here, please."
She did so and gratefully accepted the more than generous bouquet, sniffing the beautiful fragrance. Once the delivery man was gone from her porch, she closed the door and brought the flowers into the house, inspecting them. Quickly, she found a card.
Torrie,
Just thought these beautiful roses would brighten your day. 'Til we meet again,
Jeff
She shook her head and grinned, so surprised. Leave it to the rainbow-haired man to do something so sweet.