Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the WWE characters, they are owned by WWE.
I do own the O/C Hannah.
English is not my native tongue, so there will be mistakes (mostly grammar mistakes) so please put that into consideration when reviewing this story.
There will probably a weekly update as this is a little side project to my main story "Arms of an Angel".
Special Note: I portray Dean/Jon in this story often as a cute but insufferable asshole. He has a big mouth, he likes to tease Hannah and he behaves really annoying. Since this is a work of fiction and kind of humorous release for me, please don't be too mad at me if you think that Dean/Jon acts too much like an asshole. It's for story telling purposes only. I love him to pieces just like all of you!
Bluebell
Chapter 1
Hannah was glad to come home after a hectic day at the library.
They had received a shit load of books to categorize and store away and tomorrow the mayor would come by for the annual visit so everything had to be in order and squeaky clean.
She arrived at her new apartment where she lived for three weeks now. It was in a gated community in one of the better parts of town and one of the only luxuries she allowed herself after the recent promotion at work.
Her parking lot assigned to her apartment, 3 B was empty but around it the street was crowded by 4 foreign cars and the spot next to hers, 3A was filled with a big SUV for the first time she lived here. And it was parked over the separation border. Thank God her small Kia fit in but it took some wiggling to get out without ramming her car door into the SUV.
Annoyed Hannah pushed her glasses back up her nose blowing a loose strand of her light blonde hair out of her face.
"How rude. "she mumbled getting her big purse from the backseat.
She walked in, taking the elevator to the third floor and when she reached her door she could hear heavy rock music coming out of 3 A. Great. The mysterious neighbor was a noisy and a rude one when he decided to show up at his apartment. Just her luck.
Well, it was just after 8 pm, he would surely turn the volume down in a little bit so she could catch some badly needed sleep...
2 am. 2 freaking am in the morning. Hannah groaned. She hadn't been able to sleep at all because the music was still blaring next door.
She had tried to ignore it, block it out, and during the last hour she had banged at the wall to no avail. She was a peaceful person, shy even and not looking for a confrontation but enough was enough. She wouldn't call the cops, not right away, she had to live next to that noisy bastard after all, and so she put on her slippers and her glasses and walked over in her blue tank top and matching pajama pants. Her shoulder length, blonde hair was messed up a bit from tossing and turning and framed her face where it was normally in a neat bun.
Hannah banged on the door a couple of times until she heard the lock turn and the door was opened.
Into her view came a guy with messy, dirty blonde hair, a jeans, and a black Kum and Go T Shirt. He smiled, taking her in from head to toe and before she could say anything he blurted out: "You the stripper?"
Hannah was a peaceful person, she never could hurt anyone, but lack of sleep, a stressful day ahead of her and the buildup annoyance throughout the evening made her do something she never would have done otherwise.
She slapped that smiling bastard with his really cute set of dimples right across the face. How dare he call her a stripper!
He held his cheek, still smirking though, and when his friends called from inside: "Is it the stripper?" he just answered them with a "Nope" and stepped out of his apartment leaning the door closed.
Slowly Hannah realized what she just did. She slapped another human being! For real! Not like in a movie or in those wrestling shows on TV, but for real.
"Oh my gosh. I am sorry! Are you hurt? I didn't mean to slap you, I am just so tired..."
"It's fine Bluebell I can take a punch. Are you alright?"
Only now Hannah realized that she was holding her hand which was stinging from the slap.
"I am fine. Listen, I live next door, I have a lot of work to do tomorrow…today, I would appreciate it if you could turn the volume down a little."
The guy looked her up and down again, he was a good head taller than her, and build like an athlete as far as she could tell, and smirked again. "Anything for you Bluebell." His attention, just a second ago fixated on her turned to someone behind her.
She turned around and saw a beautiful, skinny brunette in a fake nurse outfit.
"You the stripper?" her neighbor asked and this time he wasn't slapped for the question but the brunette hugged him. "I am big guy. Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere, but the real patient is inside." With that they left Hannah standing in the hallway and the door closed to her face.
"But the music..." she whispered and went back into her own apartment. To her surprise the volume was turned down but the cheering and clapping and cat calls started. Frustrated she went to bed again, staring at the ceiling till around 6 am it finally got quiet next door. Great, she had another hour to sleep before she had to get up.
After the total amount of 90 minutes of sleep Hannah left her apartment. She was entertaining the thought of rapping at the door of apartment 3A just for the heck of it. The guys and probably the stripper turned whore were most likely sleeping now, recharging after whatever party they had had.
But Hannah was too nice, she just took the elevator down and walked to her car, thinking about ways to get back at the bully next door. Not that she would ever act on any of the ideas that came to mind but just thinking about them made her feel so much better.
"You got to be kidding me!" she said when she arrived at her car. Some asshole parked right behind her. It was one of the cars which parked at the curb last night. And now she was boxed in between the SUV from 3A, the wall to the other side and in the front, and her rear was blocked by that car. There was no way she would get her car out of there.
Angry, she walked back inside, took the stairs and rapped on the door of 3A just like in her fantasy. And she rapped, and rapped, it took a good 2 or 3 minutes before the door was opened. Dimple guy wasn't smiling anymore but he looked sleepy and hungover.
"Bluebell, what's up? We are quiet."
"A car blocks me. A black sedan. I need to go to work!"
The guy looked at her for the longest time not really catching up.
"It has to be moved! Now!" she explained when his face remained blank.
"You are bossy Bluebell. Wait here, stupid Cody went to get beer..."
He left the door open and only now did she take in everything. He only had on a pair of jeans, she was pretty sure she hadn't seen underwear under the unbuttoned denim. He was barefoot and his apartment looked like a frat house had a celebration going on here last night. She also noticed his broad back when he bent down to pick up a car key from the floor. He put the car keys in her hand. "Here, move the car. I am in no condition to do it. Bring the keys back ok, I'll leave the door open."
"I won't bring you back the keys, I am already late as it is."
Her neighbor sighed and pushed a hand through his unruly, shaggy hair. "Fine. Wait."
Instead of getting a shirt or maybe some shoes he grabbed a basecap from the couch, put it on and followed Hannah out in the hallway, only leaning the door shut.
While they waited for the elevator Hannah cut a meaningful glance to his unbottened jeans.
He caught it. "So bossy." he mumbled again but buttoned his jeans as they got in the elevator.
The ride down was short and quiet and outside Hannah pushed her purse into his hand to move the car herself.
To her shock it had a gear stick, something she hadn't driven since she got her license, and there only for an hour or two. Shit. She started the motor, pushed the stick into first gear at the fifth try and slowly, so slowly released the clutch. The car hopped two feet and the engine died. Shit. Hannah was embarrassed and looking out at her neighbor didn't make her feel any better because he had a hurt look on his face only a man could have if an engine was abused.
She started the car a second time and this time it still hopped over the street but she managed to drive it to the curb and got out.
"Are you drunk?" half naked neighbor asked and waited for her to pick up her purse.
"I can't drive a stick." she just replied and traded the car keys for her purse.
She could feel his eyes on her as she climbed into her car, suppressing the need to really slam her door into his car, and she started her car, rolling down her windows because it was already warm inside.
To her embarrassment she had put the car instead of in reverse in drive and it hopped forward, almost crashing into the wall! She managed to slam on the brakes at the last second. Shocked, with adrenaline rushing though her veins she put it into reverse and exit the parking space slowly.
"Can't handle automatic transmission either it seems." her neighbor pointed out helpfully and she did something she never did. She flipped him off and drove to work under his laughter.
What the hell was up with her? Why did this guy bring out the worst in her? She was really a quiet person, bordering hard on shy with new people and she never sought a confrontation. She could fight for what she wanted, like the job in the library, or the promotion, she was confident in her field of expertise, but she looked like a clutz outside her comfort zone and with her social awkwardness the clutz factor multiplied out of fear to embarrass herself. Which would lead in the end to even more embarrassment of course. It was a vicious circle.
"Why did he call me Bluebell?" she asked aloud when she entered the parking lot of the library, only now catching up on the weird nickname.
Jon stayed outside, smoking a cigarette. He was dog tired and hung over but he knew he couldn't get back to sleep immediately after the wakeup call from his neighbor.
She was weird. Last night in her blue jammies with bluebells on them, hence the nickname Bluebell that had instantly crossed his mind, she had looked damn sexy. Her hair had been messed up, framing her slender face, her eyes, blue if he was correct, had sparkled under her glasses, tiny nerd glasses nonetheless, and her nipples had been erected, he was able to see that through her shirt. She had looked deliciously out of bed sexy.
This morning in her presumed work attire which consisted of a pair of black slacks, a burgundy blouse under a black jacket, with her hair in a tight bun, with rimless glasses and a natural looking make up, she hadn't looked that sexy to him. Sure she was presentable now but if it were his choice she could crawl into bed with him in her jammies any time. Did she even know how sexy she was in casual attire? Probably not.
After his smoke he walked back inside, slamming the door. His friend Cody looked up from the couch.
"Next time park you damn car at the curb." Jon drawled and Cody laughed out loud.
"Then you wouldn't have seen your neighbor this morning. The one that turned you on last night when you returned with a boner that was clearly not a result of the stripper."
"Shut up Hawk or I make you shut up old man!" Jon just said and went into his bedroom slamming the door shut.
"Stupid asshole." He mumbled. Louder he said: "I was not turned on by a mouse in a blue pajama!" Jon called through the closed door and received another chuckle from his friend outside.
Too bad all he could think about when his body hit his mattress was a blonde mouse in blue jammies, crawling over him. And he just growled at his new erection.