I feel bad.
She missed him more then even she wanted to admit. Looking out the hotel room at the gloomy weather that had proceeded to cover the city hadn't helped matters much either. Turning on her ipod Melissa puts her head in her lap and cries.
Five years ago it had been the best time of her life. She had met him in one of those dinky run down diners they had both ordered a grilled cheese with an extra pickle and potato salad. She sat across the diner starring at his perfect features. He shoveled food into his mouth unware he was being watched until he looked up. Embrassed he gave her a goofy smile and swallowed his mouth full of sandwhich. From that moment on the two of the had been inseperable. She loves to go down to the beach and watch him wrestle. He was amazing and she always found herself in awe. He was her first love and she was his. They even experinced their first time together one rainy day on the beach. Then in early August it had all come crashing down on top of her. John had been chosen to join the WWE. Melissa was of course happy for him but she could remeber standing in the middle of the airport after watching him off. Her heart broken in half and tears streamed down her cheeks.
She looked back up through the window and sighed.
"I guess that is enough feeling sorry for myself."
Melissa stands up and tosses her ipod on the couch and takes off her hoodie. She pulls out her suitcase and goes through her clothes. She pulls out a little black dress and heads for the shower. Thirty minutes later she looks at herself in the mirror and gives a little smile. She grabs her handbag and heads for the lobby. Strangley enough she was on her way to a date with her boyfriend of two years Randy Orton. Randy also worked in the WWE she had met him at a live event. She had been forced there by her best friend who was a major wrestling freak.
Melissa had been standing behind her friend with her hood on and her ipod blarring avenge sevenfold when her friend gave her a nudge. Melissa took out her ear buds. "What?" Her friends smiled at her. "Randy is talking to you." Melissa looked at her friend like she was crazy. "Randy who?" Her friends sighed and apologized to Randy. Melissa looked at him and walked off her friend chasing behind her. Randy had written down his number. Melissa had shoved it in her pocket and hadn't tought twice about until that night as she lay in her bed. Trying to go to sleep that night she kept thinking about John so she had picked up the phone and dialed his number. The two of them went to dinner and now here they were two years later.
Melissa opens the door of the restraunt and looks around. There she sees him sitting the back sipping on a glass of wine. Melissa approaches him and Randy stands up. He walks around the table and pulls her chair. Melissa thanks him and gives Randy a kiss on the lips. He smiles and sits down across from her.
"I ordered a drink I hope you don't mind."
"No not at all, sorry I was late I lost track of time."
"Its quite alright."
Randy flags down a waiter. "Can we get a bottle of wine?" The waiter nods and hurries off to get the wine. Randy takes Melissa's hand and looks at her. Melissa smiles a little nervous.
"Honey I think we need to talk."
Melissa looks at him not sure if she should pull her hand away or not.
"Really about what?"