Yeah, like I said, he's got these really confused feelings inside." He looked thoughtful for a moment, "I don't think I'll be staying in Noah for that long. I mean, he's good," He said flexing a bicep, "but I can be anyone now. Besides I need to practice."
"Ok, just be careful--that's all." Noah raised an eyebrow and frowned. "I mean, If you're going to be body-hopping I'll pick someone and stay there so you can find me--in case you get into trouble." I decided to stop talking, I was being completely out of character and starting to sound more like a concerned parent--which of course, in reality I was.
"Ooh-kay," Noah said slowly. Then added, "So who are you going to be?"
I thought for a moment. I needed someone that was strong and respected--in case I needed to execute a rescue. "Jack."
Noah licked his lip, and gazed into space. "He's sharing with Cole."
"Hey! Don't lose yourself Chris. Remember who you are! You're not Noah, you're just being him for the time being," I said snapping my fingers in front of his face.
"Uh, yeah, right," he muttered. "Jack's a bit of a psycho, I've heard."
"Jarrad knows him. He got into trouble for breaking someone's jaw during a match because the guy ripped his wrestling singlet. He's got a short fuse. I think a lot of people are scared of him, but at the same time they want him to be on-side, you know?"
"I get that, Noah's always uneasy around him. That I do know. So how you going to get him?"
"I could drop the Cole's vest back to their room."
Noah's grip on the vest tightened. "I guess," He looked at his phone. "Cole won't be there, he'll be doing some cardio." I said nothing, but wondered if Cole knew he had such a devoted fan come stalker.
"Well, that works out then." I held out my hand and Noah reluctantly handed over the vest. "I'll stay in Jack until tomorrow, if you move around let me know."
Noah nodded, "Sure, sure."
I left and headed for 721, knocking on the door I waited. After a few moments Jack answered the door. He was shirtless, wearing jeans, showing the band of his underwear. He frowned, then walked back into the room--I followed. "What do you want Jarrad?" His tone was sharp, I could his patience was already running thin.