Hi there. I've been on a break for quite a few months now due to writers block but I thought that maybe writing in a different Category might help boost things back up to where they were. So here I am with a wrestling story. This is the first one I have ever written so hopefully you're a kind audience :) Hope you enjoy my story, and I also want to thank my friend who let me borrow, well, herself for this story. So thank you Kristy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize. At all. So Vince McMahon cannot sue me and nor can the Authority. I'm not just of a person to sue anyway.
Kristy Delaney cringed when she opened her eyes. The sun was shining brightly through her bedroom window, directly on to her bed. Now normally, she didn't mind the sun, but when it shines in her eyes after a night of partying with her friends, it's not exactly a welcoming idea.
Feeling her head spin as she sat up she sighed. She didn't remember how she got home the previous night. The last thing she remembered was ordering a couple of drinks from the bar they went to. Then the next thing she knew she's waking up, sprawled out on her bed the next morning.
Taking a glance around the room, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Her dirty work clothes were still in a pile on the floor in the corner, her books and papers thrown about the room. However, as her brown eyes scanned over her room she missed the set of keys on her dresser that didn't belong to her.
Slowly standing up, she made her way into the bathroom where she noticed something that was out of the ordinary.
Looking down at herself, she noticed that she still had her clothes on that she had worn with her friends the night before.
That never happens.
No matter how drunk she gets she always manages to change into her pajamas. Always. Sure, they may be backwards or inside out but she never falls asleep in her clothes. She can't. It's too uncomfortable to her.
'Maybe there is a first time for everything.' She thinks to herself. Shrugging, she strips off her clothes and hops into the shower hoping that the steam will help clear her mind. Or at the very least, help with her headache.
As she began to get dressed she started to really wonder how she got home. Had one of her friends brought her home? Had she walked?
Pulling her shirt over her head she walked out of her bathroom and entered her bedroom again. Going for her phone, she began to dial one of her friends numbers when she heard a door shut downstairs. Someone was in her house.
If you live with someone else and you hear a door shut downstairs, that's a normal occurence. However, she lived all by herself, not even with any animals that could've bumped the door by accident.
Putting her phone down as quietly as she could, she began to make her way out into the hallway then slowly down the stairs.
She could hear that the intruder in her house was in the kitchen rustling through what seemed to sound like bags. Then they spoke.
"I don't know. She seemed pretty out of it when I left."
It was a man's voice. There was a strange man in her house, how lovely.
Slowly moving forwards, she poked her head into the kitchen. There, standing at the counter was the man in question. His back was to her and he seemed to have his phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear as he dug through the bags he had set on top of the counter.
He was tall. A good 7 or 8 inches taller than she was. His hair was tied back into a pony tail and two toned, one side being brown and the other being blond.
He was also muscular. More muscular than any other guy she'd been around.
She watched as he reached up and took his phone from his shoulder to hold it against his other ear and began to unpack his bags.
"Yes Dean, I've taken care of your drunken ass before so I remembered to buy some Tylenol and Aspirin... I did know that she didn't already have some because I looked when I got up."
He's been in her house long enough to look around and gather the fact that she didn't have any drugs that'd help with her headache? How long had she been asleep for? Also, what kind of stranger rummages through a person's things to see if they have something to help them feel better? A friend would do that, yes, but a complete stranger?
Just as she was about to back away from the doorway, then guy turned around and they locked eyes. Her wide brown eyes meeting his own surprised brown ones.
"Uh, I have to go. Call you later, Ambrose." He hung up his phone and then put it into his pants pocket, all the while under her shocked gaze.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house? How did you get in my house?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of him.
"I'm Seth, Seth Rollins. We met last night if you don't remember," He said slowly, probably hoping she didn't assault him with pepper spray or anything else she could've used to 'weaken' him. "I got into your house last night when you invited me back from the bar. My friends and I were at the same one you were at with your friends and you invited me back here."
"I did?" She asked confused. Another thing out of the ordinary, that's the first time she had done something like that.
He nodded.
"What happened? What'd we do?" She questioned him with narrowed eyes, almost as if she were sizing him up. As if she were the one towering over him, instead of the other way around.
"Nothing. We got here and you showed me around and then we went in to your room."
She raised her eyebrow and was about to shout at him for taking advantage of her in her drunken state, when he raised his hands in defense and started to speak again.
"No, no, no. Nothing like that, you forced me to cuddle with you but nothing.. not that. You were out of your mind drunk and I wouldn't do anything like that without their consent that it was okay."
Feeling her instant rage ease off she crossed her arms over her chest, but kept her eyebrow arched.
Seeing she wasn't going to back down, he sighed and grabbed the boxes of Tylenol and Aspirin.
"After I woke up, I figured you were going to have a nasty headache so I got up to get you some of these but realized you had none. So I went to the store down the road and picked some up." He said as he walked over to her. Holding out his hand, he gave them to her and started leaving. However, she wasn't done talking to him.
Turning around quickly she ran over in front of him, affectively stopping him in his tracks.
"My friends just happened to let me leave with a random guy? I don't think that's how it happened."
"Well, they weren't going to let you leave with me but my friends said that I wasn't one to pick up girls in bars and go home with them to murder them."
"And my friend believed them, and you?"
"Are you dead?" He questioned and I shook my head.
"Exactly my point. So they had nothing to worry about. Now, I can see you're uncomfortable with this whole situation, so I'm going to go."
And with that, he side stepped her and walked out of her front door, leaving.
Shaking her head, she looked down at the boxes in her hands and made her way back upstairs to her room. As she was just about to walk into her bathroom, that's when she noticed it. The set of keys on her dresser that she hadn't noticed when she looked around her room.
Quickly dropping the boxes on her bed, she grabbed his keys and ran down the stairs to her front door. She opened it and ran outside, looking to her left she saw nothing, and to her right she saw nothing.
He was gone.
So that was that. If this story has good reviews it will get a part two where Seth will get his keys back. So review please :)
