Disclaimer: I own no one and anything I write is purely fiction, not at all
based on real life. Got it? Good! *chirps* Anyways, read and enjoy!
A/N: This is part one in a series, and each story is narrated by a different person, but most of the stories *can* stand alone, so if you don't wanna read about a particular person, you can just wait for the next part.
~Part One: Shawn~
I've been watching you. Didja know that? If you did, does it bother you?
Of course, I highly doubt that you know. Why would you care about anything I do? I'm just a crippled old man, after all. Of course, you've been with guys older than me. You were with Raven for quite some time, and who doesn't know about your little fling with Scott Hall? You're a slut. Hell, you've even fucked Lance Storm a time or two. I've heard some rumors that he paid you to sleep with him, which would make more sense, cuz I mean, c'mon, Lance Storm? Eww!
Yah, yah, yah. I know what you'd say to that. You'd tell me that fucking Justin Credible is no better. Yah, whatever. He may not be the best looking guy in the world, but he's a good lay, and I'd fuck him again if I had to.
Whoa, now I'm admitting that enjoyed fucking Justin Credible? Well, as long as I didn't say it out loud…oh my God, I didn't say that out loud, did I? Okay, good, no one is looking at me funny.
Anyways, back to you. Oh, there you are! In the doorway! I watch you walk, looking as good as ever, even swaying your hips a bit. Everyone is watching you, wanting you.
Damn. You're sexy. That tight black shirt you're wearing? Mmm…Yummy! Normally, I'm not a fan of those baggy pants, but I love the way they look on you.
You walk across the room, stopping every now and then to flirt with someone and give them a quick kiss on the cheek. Lucky bastards.
Uh-oh! You're walking my way. Shit, do I look okay? Damnit, I knew I should have done something nicer with my hair today. Now you're in front of me and your lips move, letting me hear your beautiful voice. "Hi, Shawn."
"Uh, hi," I stutter back. Oh, great. That sounded real smooth.
You shift your weight from foot to foot for a second as I stare into your chocolate brown eyes, wondering what I did to deserve your presence. Finally, you speak again and I'm so fascinated by the movements of your lips that I almost don't pay attention to your words but then it hits me what you're asking me.
"Are you busy tonight?"
Am I busy tonight? Not anymore! "No," I squeak. "I'm not." I try to be as calm as possible.
You look kinda relieved. "Then, is there any chance that you would be willing to do something with me tonight?"
Oh my God! Did I just hear you right?
"Yeah, sure!" Wow, way to sound calm.
Calm?
Holy shit! Matt Hardy just asked me out!
Please review? *offers sweets and sparkles*
A/N: This is part one in a series, and each story is narrated by a different person, but most of the stories *can* stand alone, so if you don't wanna read about a particular person, you can just wait for the next part.
~Part One: Shawn~
I've been watching you. Didja know that? If you did, does it bother you?
Of course, I highly doubt that you know. Why would you care about anything I do? I'm just a crippled old man, after all. Of course, you've been with guys older than me. You were with Raven for quite some time, and who doesn't know about your little fling with Scott Hall? You're a slut. Hell, you've even fucked Lance Storm a time or two. I've heard some rumors that he paid you to sleep with him, which would make more sense, cuz I mean, c'mon, Lance Storm? Eww!
Yah, yah, yah. I know what you'd say to that. You'd tell me that fucking Justin Credible is no better. Yah, whatever. He may not be the best looking guy in the world, but he's a good lay, and I'd fuck him again if I had to.
Whoa, now I'm admitting that enjoyed fucking Justin Credible? Well, as long as I didn't say it out loud…oh my God, I didn't say that out loud, did I? Okay, good, no one is looking at me funny.
Anyways, back to you. Oh, there you are! In the doorway! I watch you walk, looking as good as ever, even swaying your hips a bit. Everyone is watching you, wanting you.
Damn. You're sexy. That tight black shirt you're wearing? Mmm…Yummy! Normally, I'm not a fan of those baggy pants, but I love the way they look on you.
You walk across the room, stopping every now and then to flirt with someone and give them a quick kiss on the cheek. Lucky bastards.
Uh-oh! You're walking my way. Shit, do I look okay? Damnit, I knew I should have done something nicer with my hair today. Now you're in front of me and your lips move, letting me hear your beautiful voice. "Hi, Shawn."
"Uh, hi," I stutter back. Oh, great. That sounded real smooth.
You shift your weight from foot to foot for a second as I stare into your chocolate brown eyes, wondering what I did to deserve your presence. Finally, you speak again and I'm so fascinated by the movements of your lips that I almost don't pay attention to your words but then it hits me what you're asking me.
"Are you busy tonight?"
Am I busy tonight? Not anymore! "No," I squeak. "I'm not." I try to be as calm as possible.
You look kinda relieved. "Then, is there any chance that you would be willing to do something with me tonight?"
Oh my God! Did I just hear you right?
"Yeah, sure!" Wow, way to sound calm.
Calm?
Holy shit! Matt Hardy just asked me out!
Please review? *offers sweets and sparkles*