Memories Chapter One
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!-Blue Jeans by Lana Del Ray
December 23, 1993
Thirteen year old Miranda McMahon frowned as she sat at her parents house. Her dad was hosting his annual Christmas party in which he would invite some of his wrestlers for his company over. She too had invited someone. The boy down the street who she went to school with. The boy who she had, had a crush on for the past year. He had said he might attend but he was a no-show. She should have expected it. The boy acted like he didn't even like her anyway. Her seventeen year old sister Stephanie said she was dumb for moping over someone who clearly didn't know what he was missing in someone as sweet as Miranda.
Being brought out of her thoughts as she heard someone walking up the stairs she looked at the figure and raised her eyebrow. It was Shawn Michaels one of her dad's employees. She hadn't even known that her dad had invited him. She would be the first to admit that out of all the wrestlers employed by her dad right now, she had a celebrity sort of crush on him. Biting her lip when he reached the top of the stairs she stood up from where she was sitting in the floor, "How come you aren't downstairs?" she asked hoping he didn't mind a thirteen year old talking to him. She knew he had a reputation of being cocky. She had been backstage enough to know that.
Shawn who had drifted away from the party after a while soon walked up the stairs of the McMahon house. He really didn't know why he was going upstairs or why he was leaving the party. He guessed he just wasn't in the party mood. He and his wife Theresa were having problems and he was sure they were on the verge of divorcing soon. Hearing a voice Shawn looked at the girl who was now standing in front of him. Raising an eyebrow he looked her over, "I didn't even see you up here," he said though he really wasn't paying attention to see if anyone was upstairs.
"I was sort of hanging the shadows," Miranda said as she shrugged, her green eyes looking Shawn over. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white buttoned down shirt. He was the nicest thing she had seen tonight. "You didn't answer my question," she laughed. "How come you aren't downstairs?" she asked again.
Shawn heard her question again and he laughed slightly. He knew she was Vince's youngest daughter. He had seen her around backstage at a few of the shows, "Maybe it is because you are being too nosy for a teenager," he said as he gave her a slight wink.
Blushing when he called her nosy she chewed on her lip and blushed even more when he winked at her, "I'm just curious," she shrugged as she looked away briefly. "There is a difference between nosy and curious," she said trying to defend herself.
Laughing at the last bit of what Miranda said he shook his head, "I'll make you a deal little ," he said locking eyes with her, "I'll tell you why I am upstairs if you tell me why you are up here instead of being down there," he said as he moved closer to her.
Miranda chewed her lip again when she heard his deal. Deciding to take him up on the offer she stopped biting her lip, "It's a deal," she winked as she nudged him playfully after he moved closer to her. "I'm up here because I got stood up by the boy I invited," she shrugged. "It's someone who is in a lot of my classes and I guess I have a tiny crush on him," she frowned. "Though his standing me up proves he doesn't feel the same for me," Miranda said as she crossed her arms. "Now it's your turn," she smirked as she remembered their deal.
Hearing Miranda's story Shawn shook his head. The innocence of being a teenager. He half missed it, it had been easier than being an almost thirty year old man, "Fine, my reason for being up here is I just am not in the party mood," he said looking down at his wedding band. "My wife and I, we are having problems. She complains I am never home enough, which heck that is true," he sighed giving Theresa that argument. "She says if I don't quit wrestling she is going to leave me."
Miranda stayed silent as she heard him. She didn't know what to say for a while. She really didn't know what to say at all but she did come up with a few words which she hoped would help, "I'm sorry," she said knowing that sounded dumb. "If she leaves you just because you are living your dream then she is stupid," Miranda said bluntly.
Shawn couldn't help but laugh at her proved just how young and naïve she was and in a weird way they sort of helped him some, "Maybe you have a point little Miss. McMahon," he shrugged as he smirked. The term Little Miss. McMahon was stuck in his head for her now. Just like Stephanie was the Prissy Bitch and Shane the Entitled Jackass.
"I always have a point," Miranda laughed as she looked at him and ran a hand through her hair, "I am a McMahon after all," she laughed again.
"Right how could I forget that," Shawn joked as he rolled his eyes playfully. "I mean you do have your dad's face," he said as he winked at her. That was far from the truth though. She looked nothing like Vince McMahon. In fact she resembled her mother. More so than the rest of her siblings did. He thought Linda was beautiful and well he had to be honest Miranda may have been a teenager but she too was beautiful. When he realized he was staring he looked away and saw a young boy come through the front door, "I think your friend showed up," he said as he looked at the boy. Typical preppy type.
Hearing the last thing Shawn said Miranda looked down and saw Jack, "Yeah he did," she smiled glad that she hadn't been stood up after all. "I should go down and hang out with him," she said as she started for the stairs.
Nodding Shawn watched her and before she could start down the stairs he grabbed her arm taking her away from the view of the stairs, "Before you do I want to thank you. I mean for listening to my story," he muttered as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips briefly. He had taken her out of view because he knew if anyone had seen this he would be dead. "See you later Little Miss. McMahon," he muttered after he pulled away soon heading down the stairs.
After Shawn kissed her Miranda stood there dumbfounded. She knew she should head down to be with Jack but she couldn't move. She was glued to her spot, "I'll be Shawn's manager someday," she grinned knowing she would do whatever it took to work with Shawn. To be in his life again. She would just wait until the time was right and she wasn't as young as she was now.
