First Date
I know I promised a sequel to 'Don't Believe A Word', but this crawled into my head and wouldn't get out. It is a sequel, of sorts-a look at Sheamus and Sharona's first date. Two-shot. Proper sequel still to come. :) Picks up right where 'Don't Believe A Word' left off.
Note: I'm delighted that Sheamus beat del Rio again at Night of Champions-and even more delighted that Booker T decided to #FreeTheBrogue!
Chapter 1-Getting Ready
They agreed to go to a nearby bar for their first date, right after the show ended. Once they got backstage, they quickly made arrangements and Sheamus squeezed her hand. 'I'll see ya in a bit, lass.' He said gently. 'Have to make meself decent, ya know. It'd never do to walk into a pub wearin' spandex.'
Sharona giggled at his joke, but once he was gone, panic set in. In jeans and her own 'Most Dangerous Diva' t-shirt, she looked okay, but she wanted to look great. She wasn't normally bothered about her own image or how she looked, but when it came to this sweet, funny, gorgeous Irishman, who was, incidentally, a fantastic kisser, she wanted to knock him out.
When she got back to her locker-room, she found Phil waiting, a massive grin on his face. 'About freakin' time!' He exclaimed, as soon as she set foot inside. 'While I didn't mean for you to jump into trouble to get his attention, right now I'm glad you did. 'Bout time Sheamo put the moves on you-you two officially steppin' out now?'
Sharona couldn't help grinning herself. 'We're going to a nearby bar.' She replied. 'He's just getting ready.' Pouting suddenly, she folded her arms and added, 'And I've got nothing to wear.' Phil arched an eyebrow at her, and miraculously maintaining a straight face, pointed at her and retorted, 'Shar-you're already wearing something. Which is kind of a good thing, really-public decency and all that.'
Sharona made a face at her best friend. 'You know what I mean.' She protested. 'I can't go on a date dressed like this. I want to make an effort.'
Phil shook his head slowly. 'As your friend and rare voice of reason, you know I'm not one to pander to you, or bullshit you.' He told her. 'But come on, Shar-you could wear a freakin' sack and look gorgeous. He's gonna be impressed, no matter what you wear.'
Against her better judgment, Sharona felt herself blushing at Phil's compliment. Except, of course, she knew the self-proclaimed 'Best In The World' too well to believe it was a compliment. As far as Phil was concerned, he was just being honest.
When she didn't say anything, he sighed and went on, 'Look, if you're really that worried, why don't you go ask Layla or one of the girls to help you out?'
Sharona wasn't sure about that. She liked Layla and all, but they weren't exactly bosom buddies. In fact, she didn't really have any friends to speak of among the Divas. They'd had their ups and downs over time, but if she was honest, Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas, aka Lita, were the two women she'd felt she could relate to most, and after they'd retired, she'd never really had any female friends here. And then, of course, Phil had turned up, and become the person she turned to when she needed support or advice, or most importantly, friendship.
But maybe she could just ask Layla for a top she could borrow or something-the worst she could do was say no.
To her surprise, when Layla opened the door to her knock, the woman grinned at her. 'Hello, you!' She exclaimed in her British accent. 'Finally stopped kissing a certain cute Irishman, did we?'
For the second time in as many minutes, Sharona blushed. 'Guess I forgot everybody saw that.' She mumbled, and Layla's expression became softer. 'Oh, don't worry about it.' She replied 'To be honest, I'm happy for you. It's been fairly obvious for a while now that you like him-and Sheamus is a nice guy.' A pause, and then she added, 'So. What brings you here?'
'Um...' Sharona felt embarrassed; she barely knew this woman, and here she was, asking her for a favour. 'Well, we're supposed to be going on a date in a few minutes, and well,' -She gestured to her casual attire-'I don't really have anything for the occasion. I was just wondering-'
She got no further; with a chuckle, Layla grabbed her hand and dragged her inside. 'Say no more.' She enthused. 'Unfortunately, you're stuck with those jeans, love-you're far taller than me and pants above your ankles is never a good look, I say. Got some nice tops though, that you can definitely borrow. I think something bright to offset your hair...'
John Cena, meanwhile, thought this whole situation was hysterical. Despite a less-than-stellar beginning-the guy had attacked him numerous times in the past and taken the WWE Championship from him 2 years ago-he found he now liked Sheamus. The guy had definitely matured a lot of late, and he and John had started hanging out a bit.
He was now sitting in Sheamus' locker-room, as the obviously nervous Irishman checked out his reflection again. He was dressed in the clothes he'd been wearing earlier-waistcoat, dress shirt, pants, soft cap, his red hair flat once more. But he was evidently unhappy with what he saw.
'Dude,' John laughed. 'That must be the hundredth time you've adjusted that damn hat! You look fine!' Sheamus turned to face John, sighing deeply. 'I'm just nervous, fella.' He explained. 'I never thought Shar would give me a second look, never mind want to go out with me. I just want to give her a good time, ya know?'
John threw him an overly exaggerated lecherous look. 'Oh, I bet you do, you dog!' He leered, and Sheamus chuckled and glared at him at the same time. 'Hi!' He protested. 'Will ya take yer bleedin' mind out of the gutter, fella! I'll have ya know I'm a gentleman!'
The two friends laughed together for a moment, and then John said, more seriously, 'Look, man, it's obvious Shar likes you. That's what's important-not how you look, you sap.'
Sheamus leaned against the dresser and eyed the other man. 'You've known Shar a while, Johnny.' He said quietly. 'What's she like, really?'
A grin flashed across John's face. 'She's tough, uncompromising, independent.' He replied. 'But you've seen all that for yourself. She's also funny, generous, and considering what she's been through in the past, one of the best people I've ever known. She'll never mess you around, or lie to you.' His grin widened and he added, 'You know what, I think you'll find that you two have more in common than you think.'
Ignoring Sheamus' puzzled expression, he shoved him towards the door and concluded, 'Now get outta here and have a blast, man.'...
Sharona was waiting at the exit outside the arena, giving herself a quick once-over every few seconds. Layla, bless her heart, had turned out to be a godsend, lending her a gorgeous red satin top, not too low cut (it was just a first date, after all; she wanted to impress him, not seduce him), with a stunning diamante neckline. She was still wearing her jeans, but this afforded her a smart-casual look that made it seem like she hadn't tried too hard. Layla had also told her not to wear makeup, that she didn't need it, and had helped her do her hair in a simple but elegant upstyle, with two strands framing her face.
After tonight, Sharona had a feeling that she and Layla would finally be friends.
She turned presently when she heard footsteps and there he was, coming towards her, wearing the regular clothes he'd been wearing earlier, and still looking so incredibly handsome that she wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him all over again.
He approached her, smiling shyly, but his eyes were wide. 'Sorry if I kept ya waitin', lass.' He said. 'Ya look...' He paused, turning crimson. 'I don't think there's words for how ya look, actually.'
It was Sharona's turn to blush. Again. 'You scrub up pretty well yourself.' She replied, then gestured to the waiting night and managed a grin. 'Shall we?'...
NEXT: Shar and Sheamus get to know each other. As always, reviews are 'mo chairde'. :)
