a/n hey! So, this is Sunday's story! You're probably here because you read Laura's story and she will make a few appearances in this story, as will Keegan Calaway.
This is just an introductory chapter and I hope it was interesting enough to make you come back for more! Reviews, as always, are much appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything other than Sunday, Laura and Keegan.
Following The Main Event;
By AliceJericho
Chapter 1: Introducing Sunday Hickenbottom.
"In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love you want the other person." – Margaret Chase Smith
January, Friday 17
After nine weeks on the sidelines due to a scaphoid fracture in my left arm, the last person I expected to see standing in the hotel lobby upon my return was Laura Hart. I hadn't seen her in... What? Thirteen years?
I knew that Bret Hart was coming back to do a program with my dad and Vince, but what business does Laura have being here? She hated this business.
I looked as she spoke with her dad and Matt Korklan. That whiny voiced brat. I looked her up and down, the changes in her appearance were strange, but she was definitely Laura.
She must have felt me staring at her, because she turned to face me. I raised both my eyebrows at her, silently daring her to try something. She shook her head and turned her back to me.
She knew better than to mess with me.
"Hickie?" the only person that could get away with calling me that is Kofi. "I didn't know you were back."
"Just got here like five minutes ago!" I hugged him one-armed, for I was still towing along my suitcase.
"Does Cody know? He didn't say anything." Kofi asked, referring to my boyfriend of nearly two years, Cody Runnels.
"It's a surprise!" I smirked, "Speaking of which, I need you to take Cody out for a bit, and try get his room key while you're at it."
"Why would I do that for you?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. I smacked his arm and he nodded, "I can do that. How long do you need?"
"An hour? I'll text you when I need him!"
"One problem," Kofi stopped me in my tracks, "How are you going to get the room key from me?"
"Is he rooming with anyone?"
"Yeah, Anthony."
"I'll get a key from him, and then tell him to hit the road." I smiled at Kofi who nodded and went off to find my boyfriend.
Once I was sure that Cody wasn't in the room, I knocked and smiled when Anthony Carelli (Santino Marella to the WWE Universe) opened the door. He took one look at me, and then stuck his head out the door, looking both ways.
"You know," he said, minus the stupid Italian accent, "Cody left like five minutes ago."
"I know, with Kofi. I told him to take him out." I smiled at the man with a uni-brow, slightly disturbed that he had to have one. "In other words, he doesn't know I'm here, and I need your card and you need to find somewhere else to stay tonight." It all came out as one breath, "Please." I tacked on the end,
"You want me to leave?"
"It'd mean a lot to me... I haven't seen Cody in so long." He finally understood what I was planning, and quickly gathered his things. "Thank you ,Tony." I said in a sickly sweet voice as I pulled my suitcase into the room and shut the door behind the former Intercontinental Champion.
I took a look around at the surprisingly clean room. They hadn't been here long. If they had... it would have looked like a bomb site.
I pulled what I needed out of my suitcase and then hid it under the bed.
Kofi! I need him back now! I sent to Kofi, setting my phone in the draw of the bedside table. I placed my shoes in the passage near the door, letting him know that I was in the room, without actually revealing myself.
I fixed up my outfit, a black and white zebra patterned bra, with matching panties and a garter belt making sure my black mid-thigh stockings stayed in place. I pulled some of my blonde curls over my shoulder, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
My phone vibrated in the draw, but I didn't move to check it, assuming it was Kofi saying that Cody was on his way. I was right.
Less than five minutes later, the door opened and I heard Cody's heavy footsteps on the carpet. He chuckled,
"Anthony, I wasn't aware black heels were your thing!" he shouted out and walked further into the room.
The sexiest smile I could muster up was placed on my lips, and when he saw me, his jaw dropped. "Sunny..." he shook his head at the sight of me, "What the hell are you doing here? You ain't supposed to be here for another week."
"What a welcome." I said slyly as I stood from the bed, tiptoeing over to him, "It's great to see you too." I wrapped my arms around his neck and watched him smirk.
"It's been less than two weeks, and I missed you so much." He kissed me passionately, his tongue reaching the depths of my mouth.
"Show me how much." I pulled away, only to kiss him again.
Cody pulled me closer to his warm body. I rested my hand against his toned chest, revelling in the fact that I was again able to spend time with him.
"You were supposed to come visit me last week." I stated, not really sure where I wanted the conversation to go.
"I know baby, I'm sorry. I had a fair few things to do." He kissed the top of my head, "I wanted to, I really did."
"I believe you." I kissed his left pec playfully, and felt him squirm slightly at the contact, "I missed you though." he probably smiled at me, but I didn't want to lift my head to look at him, but his arm tightened around my body, letting me know that he was listening.
"When did you get the cast off?" he questioned,
"Friday." I answered, "I have to be careful for awhile. And I might stay away from Hardy." I joked. I had fractured my wrist at Bragging Rights, when Matt Hardy ran into me and I fell without bracing myself properly.
"It took all I had not to punch him when I saw you crying. I almost broke kayfabe." I finally looked him in the eye, "Don't hurt yourself again, I don't think I'll be able to control myself."
After a few moments of comfortable silence, I spoke, "Cody?"
"Yeah?" I hesitated. I couldn't say it, how could I? It had been just under two years and not once had I said the words, nor had he, "Sunny?"
"Forget about it."