an. a short, cute, fluffy, cheesy little oneshot for you reading pleasure.
You Don't Look That Stupid
He stepped through the curtain and grabbed the towel the stage hand held out with a tired thank you. He was not one to care what others thought of him but, it would be a lie if he didn't admit that the fans constant chants didn't affect him slightly. He was only human after all.
Stephen wiped the blood away from his chest and arm as he made his way back to the locker room. He would have to check on Bryan later but first he wanted to grab a shower and change. He ducked into his dressing room and made quick work of washing up and changing into jeans and a black pull-over. He had just sat down to put on his shoes and pack up his bag when the door to his locker room swung open.
The blonde on the other side sauntered in without a word, closing the door behind her. She raked her fingers through her loose locks and smiled weakly. "That was a good match."
"Thanks babe," shoes tied, he leaned back to look at her. She wore a simple black t-shirt and patterned leggings. "After I check on Bryan, you want to go get something to eat?"
"I already talked to Brie. He is fine – just needed a few stitches. They are heading back to the hotel."
Stephen nodded. "That's good."
"He wouldn't get hurt if he'd actually follow the script." Tenille took a seat beside him.
"Aye, well. He is going to do what he wants, I s'pose." Stephen raked his fingers through his - now flattened – hair. "What do you think of me new look, love?" He had not conferred with his girlfriend about his new 'style'. When WWE had contacted him about trying a new look for his gimmick, he had been hesitant. He had eventually agreed, simply out of the need to try something new.
"Well, it will take some getting used to." Emma shrugged her slender shoulders. Her lips curved into a sheepish smile and he sighed.
"Ya. I'm sure it will." He stood, grabbing his duffel-bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "Ya ready?"
Tenille didn't move, instead she eyed her boyfriend curiously for a minute, as if she was trying to read his mind. "Does this have to do with the audience and that 'you look stupid chant?" She asked, a smile playing across her face.
"What makes you ask that?" He felt the color rise in his cheeks.
"It is!" Emma laughed, standing up. "To think, a big, strong, bad guy like you worried about what the fans are saying about you!" She swung her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Well I don't hear anyone chanting that you look stupid." He grumbled.
Tenille crossed her arms, "They'd better hope not. My boyfriend would kick their ass." He grunted and she smiled. "Don't worry babe, you don't look that stupid." She teased.
He smiled and chuckled, "Thanks a lot, love." He grabbed her hand and kissed her before pulling open the door.
"Awe, you know I love you." She giggled as she followed him out the door.
"I love you too, babe. I love you too." He said with a smile.
Disclaimer – I'm sure there are many of us who wish we owned Mr. Farrelly. I unfortunately do not.