Dark Saviour
Chapter 1 - Lies, Love, Dinner and a Show.
A/N: I do own wrestling; it's called the WWE Magazine, posters and figures, so there (sticks out tongue).
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Undertaker's P.O.V.
I can't believe he's gone. It seemed like only yesterday that we were enjoying our week off, laughing and telling stories. I was so proud that he had been able to clean up like that. I know that I had had a hard time even just cutting back, but he seemed to make the clean life work for him. And then . . . he was just gone.
I can see Chris standing next to the casket, looking so lost. I would love to be there to comfort him, to hold him while he cries, but we both agreed to keep our relationship hidden from those around us. With the exception of only three people, we have been able to keep it just that, our little secret. Even though I keep telling myself that it's for the best, I just can't get over this feeling of jealousy. She's standing there, trying to comfort him, but I know that he doesn't want her comfort. For the past couple of months he's been trying to figure out a way to tell her that she isn't the one he wants, that he needs, and to finally tell her good-bye, but that won't be happening now. Not yet anyway. He can't leave her; she was close to Eddie too. So, I'll remain silent and continue to be patient. I won't push him to do anything until he is ready to do it himself. I will remain hidden in the shadows, hiding my love for Chris and hiding behind this large convenient oak.
Even though it hurts me to admit it, I have to look away from Chris. The longer I watch him, his tears falling down his cheek, the closer I am to losing what little control I have left. I can't lose myself to my emotions. The Deadman doesn't cry. With my persona, I can never show my true emotions to the public. Yeah, I can show hatred, frustration, simple anger and even on some occasion's sadistic pleasure, but never what I truly feel. To show my emotions to them would be like seeing Rey without his mask. Neither of which would be good for either one of our careers. I see so many familiar faces standing around Eddie's grave. So many people have come to pay their final respects to Eddie Guerrero. As much as it may pain me, I can't help but watch the only two people still alive that know about my relationship with Chris. Shawn is standing close to Rey, but not close enough to make an uncomfortable scene with Rey's family. How I envy them. There is no need for them to hide their emotions, to hide behind a tree to prevent an explosion of confusion, fear and pain. No one expects me to be here, not even Chris doesn't know I'm here. But how could I not be? I came to give him my invisible support as well as to say one last good-bye to a dear friend.
Shawn and Rey, however, are free to do as they please. People would have to be stupid to not see that there is something more going on between them then meets the eye. The quick glances, the gentle touch, the silent whispers. Maybe, when this is all over, Chris and I will have the same thing. (Sigh) The Deadman can dream. He can dream so as long as he only discloses the sadistic ones to the public. So, until we are able to be ourselves to the world, I will wait and keep to the shadows. I will retreat to my place of solitude and wait for him to find me.
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Shawn and Rey were standing at the edge of the hole that now housed the casket that held their dear friend. Everyone else had already left and gone over to the Guerrero home for the reception. They would have gone too, but Rey had wanted to spend a little more time at Eddie's gravesite, to mourn and say goodbye in private. Both men knew that within the week they would both be back on the road, traveling wherever the show took them. Neither knew when they would get another chance to come back.
"Are you going to be okay, Rey?" Shawn asked, wrapping his arms around Rey's shoulders in a gentle hug.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just . . ."
"I know, I know. It's still so hard to believe, but everything will be okay," Shawn said softly as he lay his head against Rey's.
Both men stood in silence for a little while, both reflecting on their memories of the man who lay below them.
"We should get going. I think Chris needs someone to comfort him right now," Shawn said after their moment of silence.
Rey nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he must be feeling so lonely right now. His marriage is falling apart and Mark wasn't even here to stand by him."
"What are you talking about?" Shawn asked in confusion. "Mark was here."
"Where?" Rey asked, looking up quickly to stare at Shawn. "I didn't see him. I only saw Chris with his wife."
"Well yeah. Mark isn't going to be standing next to Chris. You know that their relationship is a secret."
"Still?" Rey said, slightly confused. "I thought he was going to tell Nancy when he was off two weeks ago?"
Shawn shook his head. "He was going to, but he didn't. I heard from Eddie that he spent those couple of days off with Mark instead."
"But why didn't he tell Nancy before he went to be with Mark?"
Shawn shrugged. "I don't know what stopped him this time. All I know is that Mark isn't going to push him to say anything. He wants Chris to do it on his own, when the time feels right to him."
Rey didn't reply as both he and Shawn walked slowly to their waiting car. As his hand touched the door handle, he paused. Looking up at Shawn over the roof of the car he asked, "So, if Mark wasn't standing next to Chris, where was he?"
"Hiding behind the well placed oak that stands a few feet from Eddie's grave," Shawn responded as he opened the driver's side door. "I can almost swear that Eddie chose this spot on purpose. It's as if he knew that Mark would want to be there to say good-bye, but wouldn't be able to do so with the rest of us."
"Eddie was very perceptive at times," Rey agreed as he opened his own door and slid into the passenger seat.
Shawn nodded. "I felt really bad for Mark though. He looked really torn up and you know that he was never one to show his emotions to anyone, at least not to the general public anyway."
"Yeah," Rey said before adding, "Poor Mark, this can't be easy on him."
"This can't be easy on either of them but this is something they have to work out for themselves," Shawn smiled. "Now let's forget all about that and try to put a smile back on our faces."
Rey chuckled. "Maybe we'll do that after we visit Chavo and Vickie. We should really go and make sure that they don't need anything."
"You're right, as always," Shawn sighed. "Although, I was so looking forward to going back to the hotel."
"I know you were," Rey smiled, shaking his head. "I promise that we will get back there soon enough and then we can have all the fun we want."
"Is my sexy Latino hungry?" Shawn asked, staring at Rey as he turned the key in the ignition.
Rey looked at Shawn with a glint in his eyes. "Maybe a little," he answered, licking his lips.
Shawn laughed. "Then I guess we should go out for supper first before we head back to the hotel."
"No," Rey shook his head. "We'll just order in later."
"That would work too," Shawn smiled, his eyes betraying the dirty thoughts that were running rampant in his mind. "So, should we go to Eddie's, I mean, Vickie's now?"
"I think so," Rey nodded, settling into his seat as he cast one more look toward the spot where one of his best friends now lay. "I think I'm ready to go now."
"Should we time ourselves so that we get out of there quickly?" Shawn asked as he pulled away from the curb.
Rey shook his head. "No, I'm in no rush."
"What if I am?"
Rey shrugged. "You know that you don't rush the good stuff. It only spoils it in the end."
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Chris sat alone in a corner of Eddie Guerrero's living room as he absent-mindedly twirled the cup of coffee in his hands that Vickie had given him upon his arrival. She seemed to have instantly picked up on his mood and had quickly come to his side to share a smile and offer him coffee. He silently berated himself for his behavior. He felt so weak and pathetic that he couldn't help but feel like he was being rude. It should be him that was offering Vickie his support and comfort, but instead she was comforting him. It was as if he had been the one to lose his husband, or in his current case, wife. Chris shook his head.
Why do I feel so needy? Why must I be so pathetic? I shouldn't be the one depressed. Damn, if I feel this badly about Eddie, how bad would I be if it were Mark instead? What kind of selfish person am I for making Mark pretend that there is nothing between us and for what? So I can be selfish and keep both Nancy and him? I'm such a stupid, lowly, dumbass, bastard . . .
"Are you okay, Chris?"
"Hmm?" Chris blinked his eyes, bringing his mind out of his self-loathing.
"Are you okay? Is there anything I can get you?" Vickie's voice filtered into Chris's fogged mind.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine Vickie. How are you holding up?" Chris smiled meekly.
"As well as can be expected, I guess," Vickie smiled back. "As long as I keep moving, keep myself busy, I seem to do okay."
Chris patted the spot next to him. "Come and sit, Vickie. You need some rest too."
Vickie shook her head. "Maybe in a little bit. I need to make sure that there is enough food and drinks for everyone here," she smiled at Chris before she turned to walk away but was stopped when she felt Chris's hand clutch at her own.
"Please, Vickie? Just for a little bit?"
"Chris, I . . ."
"Please?"
Vickie paused as she saw the pain and torment in Chris' eyes. "All right, I can sit for a little bit," she smiled softly as she perched on the edge of the chair next to Chris. "What can I do for you?"
"No, Vickie, what can I do for you and you're family?"
"There is nothing we need."
"Come on, there has to be something that I can do?" Chris asked, almost pleading with her.
"You've done a great deal already for this family, Chris. You don't have to do anything else," Vickie said, placing a comforting hand on Chris's arm, hoping to easy the pain he tried so hard to hide.
"But, can I get you anything?" Chris said as he stared into Vickie's eyes, hoping to see something in there that would make him feel useful.
"I'm fine, Chris."
"Are you sure?"
Vickie laughed softly. "I'm fine. I have so much support from both of Eddie's families. I really have all the help I need."
"Both of Eddie's families?" Chris asked in confusion.
"Yes, both the Guerrero family and Eddie's wrestling family. They are both being very supportive. The girls and I really appreciate all the help they've given us," Vickie smiled.
Chris couldn't help but smile back; her smile was infectious. Chris was just about to ask her another question, the one question he really wanted to ask, when the doorbell rang. Vickie excused herself as she got up to answer the door.
Damn, what the hell was I thinking? I can't ask her if she'd seen Mark at the funeral. That would just be too odd. Especially since I'm still supposed to be with Nancy, I shouldn't even be thinking of, let alone concerned about, whether or not Mark was there.
"Hey, buddy, turn that frown upside down. We're supposed to be celebrating something here," Shawn said as he clapped Chris on the back enthusiastically.
"Hey, Shawn. Hi, Rey. Why are you two so happy?"
"Like Shawn said, we should be celebrating," Rey answered, sitting in the chair Vickie had vacated.
"Celebrating what?"
"Eddie's life, what do you think? We shouldn't be mourning him; we should be celebrating everything he accomplished."
"But what about what he still had left to accomplish?" Chris asked sadly.
"Wow, way to bring the mood down," Shawn replied as he leaned on the back of the chair that Rey occupied. "What's got you in the dumps?"
"I'm sorry guys, I'm just . . ." Chris faltered. I'm worried about what Mark thinks of me, that he's going to leave me.
"Don't worry about it. We know that you're worried about Mark," Rey said simply, seemingly reading Chris's mind. "But he's all right. Maybe a little sad that he can't be here with you personally, but all right."
Chris looked down at his hands and at the coffee cup that was still full. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he had forgotten all about it. He took a sip from the cup; trying to give himself some time to think before he asked the one question that was always on his mind.
"Chris, is something else bothering you?" Shawn asked, his brow furrowed a little in concern.
"It's just that . . . I miss him," Chris said as he put his cup down.
"Miss who, hun?" Rey asked.
"Eddie . . . Mark," Chris sighed as he put his head in his hands, feeling defeated. "I feel so bad for Mark. I've been keeping him a secret for so long. He must think that I'm ashamed of him."
"Oh, Chris, no he doesn't," Rey said, moving so that he could sit next to Chris and wrap his arms around him, attempting to comfort the man the best he could. "He knows that you're not ashamed of him. He knows that you love him."
"Rey is right. I know it can't be easy on either of you, but if you both care about each other, it will all work out," Shawn said, sliding into the now vacated seat. "Mark knows that things are going to be difficult right now. You lost your brother, your best friend. He knows that you can't leave your wife now too. The drama would be too much for both of you to handle."
"But I still . . ." Chris muttered into his hands.
"Don't worry about it, you can go talk to Mark later. I'm sure that he went back to the hotel to wait for you," Rey said, trying to get Chris to stop worrying.
"And when you do go to him, you can have a nice long talk followed up by a round of great make-up sex."
Both Chris and Rey looked up at Shawn in disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Chris asked.
"What? Don't you do that after a fight or long discussion? Rey and I do it all the time."
"Well . . . uh . . . um," Rey sputtered.
"That's way too much information for my liking," Chris laughed, even though he felt bad for laughing at that moment, he just couldn't help it; watching Rey sputter and blush was priceless.
"Well now, that's a better sight to see," Vickie said as she walked up to the three of them, a big smile on her face and relief in her eyes. She was glad to see some of the torment leave Chris' face, even for a brief moment. "It's about time you started smiling."
"Yeah, well . . ." Chris looked away, blushing slightly.
"Don't fret about it. We should all be laughing," Vickie smiled. "I'm sure that Eddie is laughing to."
Chris and Shawn both started to giggle again while Rey continued to blush. "Yeah, Eddie would have gotten a kick out of this," Chris laughed, noticing that Rey was getting redder and redder.
"What has gotten into you, Rey? I've never seen you so quiet," Vickie stopped as she stared at the smaller man. "And so red, did Shawn embarrass you again?"
"Of course he did. Have you seen Rey blush that bad any other time?" Chris chuckled.
"No. I guess not," Vickie shook her head. "Oh, before I forget, I wanted to thank you for the flowers, Chris. They're absolutely beautiful."
"Flowers?" Chris asked, confused.
"Yes, those beautiful pink tiger lilies and blue roses. They are really lovely."
"Oh, you're welcome," Chris said, smiling at Vickie as she turned and left the three of them alone.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Shawn turned to look at Chris. "Did you really send those?" he whispered.
Chris shook his head. "No, I . . . I meant to, but I forgot."
"Then who?" Rey got up to go look at the card that was attached to the bouquet with Chris and Shawn following behind him. Once the card was in his hand, he showed it to Chris and Shawn.
"That's not your writing," Shawn stated simply as he looked at the loopy script.
"Then whose is it?" Rey asked, looking at Chris for help.
Chris smiled. "It's Mark's. He must have realized that I was going to forget."
"Aw," Shawn and Rey said in unison.
Chris blushed. "What was that for?"
Shawn and Rey glanced at each other, a knowing look on their faces. "It's obvious isn't it?"
"What is?"
"You were so worried that Mark hated you and yet he's looking after you. I don't think you have to worry about him at all," Rey said, smiling at Chris.
"Yeah, I think Mark cares about you too much to leave," Shawn added, shrugging slightly. "You've got him wrapped around your little finger."
"You really think so?"
"We know so," Rey clapped him on the back. "So, don't worry about it."
"Thanks guys," Chris smiled. However, that smile faded as he saw Nancy walking toward him. Chris shook his head with a sigh. "I just hope that I can someday find a way to break that to her."
"You will," Shawn nodded. "I don't mean to make you feel worse when you are just starting to feel better, but you are going to have to decide one of these days. Mark can only wait for so long," he paused. "Hell, we'll only let him wait so long."
Chris sighed again. "I know. Listen you guys, if Mark is truly here, in town . . ."
"I saw him, Chris," Shawn smiled softly, putting a comforting hand on Chris' shoulder. "I saw him at the funeral, I know that he's in town."
Chris nodded, accepting Shawn's word. "If you see him at the hotel then, can you . . ." he paused, clearing his throat that had suddenly gotten a little tight. "Can you tell him that I will try to get to him as soon as I can?
"We can do that," Rey answered. "We can let you know what room he is in when we get there."
"Thanks," Chris said, putting a smile on his face as he walked away from them and toward Nancy. She put her arms around his waist as she spoke to him softly.
Rey shook his head with a sigh. "Do you think he'll ever be able to get away from her?"
"Of course he will. He loves Mark. Besides, if he doesn't tell her soon, he will either get caught with Mark or . . ."
"Or what?" Rey asked, slightly worried about what Shawn was thinking.
Turning to look at Rey, Shawn smiled. "We'll just have to tell or show her ourselves."
"We can't do that!" Rey said in disbelief.
"Yes, we can, we'd have to. We can't let them go on with their relationship in secret like this for much longer. We can't let Mark get hurt that way. Or Chris for that matter," Shawn said, putting an arm around Rey's shoulder. "Besides, he's been warned by Eddie and us. We can't go back on our word."
Rey sighed. "You're right. You're always right."
"No, not always. Most of the time though," Shawn smiled.
Rey laughed. "I think the party is winding down. How about we leave and have that party of our own?"
"Alright. I'm just going to go say good-bye to Chavo and Vickie and then I'll meet you in the car?"
"Sounds good," Rey nodded. "I'll go say good-bye to Chris first though. Can you say good-bye to Chavo and Vickie for me?"
Shawn nodded before he went off to find Eddie's wife and nephew while Rey walked in the other direction where the Benoit's were standing. Rey couldn't help but notice the way Nancy was standing next to Chris. It was almost like she was afraid to let him go, afraid what people would say or were saying about them.
I wonder if she suspects anything?
"Hey, Chris, Nancy. Shawn and I are going to be leaving now. We've a flight tomorrow, so we want to get some rest before we head out."
"Oh, where are you flying to?" Nancy asked.
"Oh, you know, the show must go on. We're scheduled to fight in Brampton later this week," Rey answered with a shrug.
"You'd think they would give you some time off," Nancy scoffed.
"They do give us time off, but this is the wrestling life. You can't cancel all the shows," Rey said, trying to reason with her.
"But still, you guys were so close. You'd think they would give you extra . . ."
"I don't need the extra time," Rey said, cutting Nancy off. "Besides, Eddie would never have wanted me to take too much time off. When you love the business, you do what you have to do."
"He's right. Even I have to take off later tonight to get to the airport on time. I've got a show to do over the weekend," Chris said, trying to remain calm, even though his mind was heading to an area he really shouldn't be thinking about right now, especially not with Nancy so close to him.
"You've got a what?" Nancy asked in disbelief.
"I've got a show to do in California," Chris said, pushing his thoughts away and biting back a smile. "We have a meeting scheduled Friday morning for the Saturday night taping. I'll be leaving tonight to catch the late night flight on Wednesday so that I can have a chance to settle in before the show."
"Oh, so that's it then. Vince tells you that you have a show to do after a friend dies and you go, no questions asked?"
"Yes," Chris and Rey said in unison.
Nancy sighed, whether in defeat or understanding neither of them knew. "You guys are right, I'm sorry. I'm . . . I'm just still a little off," she muttered, folding her arms around herself.
"Look, it's understandable, don't worry about it," Rey shrugged. "It's a tough business."
"And it looks like Shawn's waiting for you," Chris said, nodding in Shawn's direction.
"Right, well, see you later. And don't worry about a thing," Rey smiled. "Shawn and I will make sure everything is taken care of."
Chris leaned in to whisper in Rey's ear. "I hope the 'make-up' sex is good."
Rey punched him in the arm, trying to hide the blush that was creeping into his cheeks. "We didn't have a fight, so no 'make-up' sex."
"Aw, does that mean that Shawn's sleeping alone tonight?" Chris smirked.
"Shut it," Rey hissed.
Chris laughed at Rey's obvious discomfort. "You better hurry up or Shawn is going to leave without you."
Rey wanted to strangle Chris for that, but instead he just shook his head as he went to follow Shawn to the car. The two men sat in silence as they drove to the hotel. Rey was lost in his thoughts, but he could still see Shawn moving to the music out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but smile at Shawn's behaviour. That was one of the reasons why he loved him. Shawn could be so carefree and adventurous at times, it made Rey feel like he was in his twenties again. Rey chuckled.
"What? Does my dancing amuse you?" Shawn asked, feigning hurt.
Rey shook his head. "You know I love your dancing."
"Then why were you laughing at me?" Shawn asked, pouting.
"I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, yeah right. You were laughing at nothing my ass," Shawn smiled as he switched lanes.
"I could have been."
"But you weren't."
"No," Rey admitted.
"So, what were you thinking about?" Shawn asked again as he pulled into the parking lot.
"Us."
"What about us?"
Rey looked at Shawn without answering as Shawn pulled into their parking spot and turned off the car, smiling up at him affectionately.
"So?"
"So what?" Rey asked, confused.
"Why were you thinking about us?"
"It's just," Rey shook his head. "It's just that I feel so lucky to have you and I was remembering all of the fun we've had together."
"Yeah, we've had some really good times," Shawn said thoughtfully. "Both in and out of bed."
Rey laughed. "Yeah," he smiled as he leaned over to kiss Shawn on the cheek. "And I can't wait to have more fun."
"Then I guess we better hurry and talk to Mark."
"Why do we have to talk to him?" Rey asked, confused.
"Because we told Chris that we would," Shawn said, rolling his eyes as he got out of the car. "Don't tell me you forgot already?"
"Oh right," Rey said as he got out of the car as well. "And I didn't forget. My mind was just . . . preoccupied."
Shawn shook his head. "Are you in a rush or something?"
"Well, yeah. I was promised dinner and a show."
"Dinner and a show? I don't remember agreeing to a dinner and a show tonight?" Shawn said as they entered the hotel.
"Aren't you the showstopper?" Rey asked as his eyebrow rose slightly.
"Yeah but I don't . . ." Shawn paused as realized what Rey was hinting at. "Oh. That show."
"What show did you think I was talking about?" Rey asked as he got in the elevator. "What floor is Mark on?"
"Same as us, four," Shawn answered, following Rey into the elevator and pressing the number four. "And how was I supposed know you were talking about that. You always seemed to have a clean mind."
"Oh, I have a dirty mind. I just never tell you about it," Rey chuckled.
"Aw, come on. Tell me how dirty your little mind is," Shawn said in a slightly whiny tone as he bounced on the balls of his feet.
"I don't think so," Rey answered.
"Please?"
Before Rey could respond, the elevator stopped on level two, allowing two more people to get on. Both Shawn and Rey tried to muffle their giggles, but were failing beautifully. The looks they were getting from the other passengers only made it worse. As the elevator finally stopped on level four, they both walked out and apologized to the other passengers. When the doors closed, they both burst into fits of laughter.
Sobering up a bit Shawn asked, "So, are you going to tell me?"
"Maybe," Rey said distractedly. "What room is he in?"
"Who?"
Rey laughed. "Mark, you silly goose."
"Oh I'm a goose now, huh. Honk, honk," Shawn began to mimic a goose, flapping his arms like wings.
"Shawn, stop it!" Rey burst into laughter.
Before Shawn could reply, the door to their left opened up, revealing the Undertaker, who was currently glaring down at them. Both Shawn and Rey sobered up quickly as they met Taker's gaze.
"What do you guys think you're doing?" he asked.
"Um, we were just, uh . . ." Shawn stammered.
"We were just coming to tell you that Chris will be here as soon as he can get away from Nancy," Rey said. "He's planning on catching the late night flight on Wednesday. I think he's hoping to get to you tonight."
Taker raised his eyebrows at the two of them. "And Shawn here was acting like a duck because?"
"I am not a duck, I'm a goose," Shawn said, offended that Taker didn't get it right.
Taker just stared at Shawn. "Okay then goose boy."
Rey tried hard to muffle his laughter. "Sorry, Mark. Shawn is just being, well, Shawn."
"Oh, thanks, Rey. I really appreciate that," Shawn said.
Taker shook his head. "Just keep it down goose boy or I'll have to hunt you down and serve you for dinner," Taker said before he retreated into his room.
"Wow. I don't believe it," Rey shook his head in shock.
"I know. Mark has really bad bed hair."
"No, I can't believe Mark tried to make a joke," Rey said as he started to laugh again.
"Humph," Shawn grumbled as he stalked away.
"Aw, come on, Shawn. Don't be mad," Rey called after him as he ran to catch up.
Shawn didn't answer, instead he walked in silence for a little bit before realizing he had walked past their room and had to turn around. Grumbling, Shawn fished out his keys as he walked back to their door. When he opened it, he walked in and flumped onto the bed, not looking at Rey.
Rey walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Looking at Shawn, he sighed, before sitting on the edge of the bed so that he could look through the phone book for a place that delivered. Before he could pick up the phone, Rey felt a pair of arms circle his waist.
"What are you doing?" Shawn asked as he placed his chin on Rey's shoulder.
"I'm going to be ordering food seeing as you seem to want to give me the silent treatment and I'm hungry."
"I could never give you the silent treatment," Shawn said as he nuzzled Rey's neck. "You're too talented for me to stay quiet."
Rey rolled his eyes and shook his head, suppressing a shudder as Shawn's actions sent chills down his spine.
"What?" Shawn asked as he sat back on his legs.
"You have a one track mind, Shawn," Rey said, turning to look at him.
"Isn't that a good thing though?" Shawn asked, giving Rey the puppy dog eyes.
"Damn you're cute when you do that," Rey growled softly, losing his personal battle to remain distant while Shawn pouted.
Shawn smiled. "So, what is on the menu tonight?"
"Well, first you, then I don't know, maybe some Italian or Mexican," Rey answered.
"Hmm, sounds good," Shawn moved so that he was standing in front of Rey. "But I think I would like some Latino first."
"Mexican it is then," Rey smirked. "Then a show. Sounds good to me."
"That it does," Shawn smiled evilly.
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A/N: There it is. Hope you enjoyed that. If not, oh well. I did, so that's all that counts, well no, not really. Guess I shall see if I did well when it comes to reviews. All welcomed, even flames, because they're fun too.