Fanfiction
Triple H POV:
During WrestleMainia 27. HHH in locker room reminiscing about the event that took place on Monday night RAW
Flashback:
Shawn Michaels mouths words "You can't do it…I'm sorry but you can't-" shake head slowly and backs away up the ramp. Triple H screams over the ropes.
"Shawn! Shawn! Fine! If you want to be like that!- Your…Your not invited to my sleepover birthday party!" crowd falls silent. Shawn's head snaps around. Lips quivering.
"But…BUT…" Shawn pauses, looks away dramatically. Looks back up. "But I already have my bags packed!"
End of flashback:
Triple H sighs sadly. Goes out of locker room to vending machine. Pulls out $1.00, realizes is a quarter short. Looks around, seeing if anyone is there. Hears a clink on the floor near his feet. Looks down sees shiny quarter. Looks up. Sees Shawn Michaels.
Shawn Michaels POV:
Refuses to look at Triple H. then mutters "good luck."
Triple H's POV:
Watches Shawn run down hall. The same words from Monday night RAW keep ringing in his head.
"-And best of all…He's my best friend."
"My best friend…My best friend…My best friend…-" Triple H looks around confused. See's Shawn Michael's whispering in his ear. "My best friend…My bes—Oh. Sorry. Kthx Bye." Watches Shawn skip awkwardly back down the hall way. Picks up water bottle and wipes tear from face. Only to realize it was the water dripping from his hair. Hears his intro music begins. Grabs robe off of chair sitting back stage hides behind knights, just wanting the day to be over.
Later: Jomo Cena and Randy in Babies R Us
Jomo takes off sunglasses and looks around " why are we here again?"
Cena pokes a tickle me elmo doll. Doll screeches. John cena jumps back. Hands in karate pose. Randy orton rolls his eyes, "I just need pampers, ok? We need to get in, and out in 10 minutes before anyone sees us, especially Cole" randy orton starts to walk down hall. Pauses and turns around "and don't break—" sees the johns getting stuck in a baby stroller. Hears crash. .face palm. Sees all stroller in line topple over like dominoes. Second face palm. "gauh I cant take you guys ANYWHERE without you causing a scene—" john cena turns around, "CORRECTION, a scene-A!" jomo pauses. Slow motion effect "Oh I get it!" randy orton sighs. Third face palm. Jomo turns and says" you know, if you keep making faces like that, your face is gonna stay that way" randy orton growls and grabs tickle me elmo toy and throws it at the johns, then gets on knuckles and does viper pose. Sales lady taps randy on shoulder. Randy looks up . sales lady says" mister, we don't accept this type of behavior. Im gonna have to ask you to leave" randy glares at the johns "but its not my fault. They set me up." Sales lady walks over to jomo and gracefully runs hand over spectacular abs, and feels john cena's beefy muscles "not these two angels" jomo flips hair over shoulder "well…I don't know about angels but…..you can grate cheese on my abs anyday." Cena looks over at jomo and says, "well…she can play hot cross buns on my abs anyday" randy interrupts moment and says, " but what about my abs? the miz says theyre awesome." Saleslandy glares and points to door, "sir, didn't I ask you to leave? Now remove yourself from the premises immediately" randy opens mouth then sighs. "we'll just go to cvs. I'll just take my business elsewhere. So the egg is on your face. Youre gonna lose my 8.95 plus the tax credit. Come on guys. Lets bounce" cena follows randy to door. Jomo stays behind "you guys go ahead. This nice saleslady invited me to take inventory, and to that I say thank you" saleslady winks "delicious you are welcome" cena covers mouth "scandalous " jomo looks at lady and whispers" you got any cheese back there?"
Randy:" Oh no we wont be having any of that today. Come on luscious locks" pulls jomo by hair. Jomo looks back at lady and makes heart sign "and remember, you can watch me every Monday at 9/8c on USA...characters welcome. "lady does heart sign back.
Randy jomo and cena walk through door. All see someone walk in as they go out. Cena nods up "sup?" guy walking in "top of the mornin to ya fellas." All 4 freeze in tracks. Turn around.
Cena thinks for a moment, then waves frantically, "look! Its sheamus! Hi sheamus!" sheamus growls under breath, hits cena's chest "im right here!" mumbles under breath "stupid American gangsters"
Jomo acts all sexy and nonchalant. Puts hand behind back and rocks back and forth on his heels. "so… why are you here?"
Sheamus pov:
*oooh. This isn't good. What to tell 'em? What to tell 'em?* blurts out " im shopping for hornswoggle" see cena and jomo glance at eachother. "its an Irish thing. Strictly private"
Sames Sales lady comes from inventory closet,baby powder in hand "oh, sheamus, I got the baby powder you wanted. For sensitive skin and pale complexion. For my little celtic warrior." Stands on tippy toes and pinches sheamus' cheek. Sheamus turns red. Cena claps hands "hes almost as red as my shirt" sheamus sighs, "mom, not in front of my enemies."
"now wait a second" jomo snaps glasses off. "mother?"
punk pops out of a jack in the box "YOU JUST GOT PUNK'D!"