Something More?
December 19th, 2015
Ricoh Coliseum
WWE Live Event
"What the hell was that," Jon's younger self asked, turning to look at Xander, who had a small smile spreading across his face.
"That," Xander started, "That was the moment that changed the rest of your life."
"That," Jon asked, pointing to his older self laughing with the Canadian wrestler, "How does that change the rest of my life?"
"Let's take a look, shall we," Xander chuckled, as he manipulated his watch once more.
Punk grumbled, as he pulled down his hat over his head even more. He didn't even know what he was doing here. He didn't even want to step foot in the building, but a pout from the red head beside him and whispered promises made by his wife and here he was waiting for a WWE live event to begin. Thankfully, no one had spotted him yet, but he also knew that it would only be a matter of time especially in this crowd.
"Will you stop looking like I just dragged you to your execution," Kaylee sighed, "We're at a wrestling event, I thought you would felt like you were coming home."
"Ha," Punk laughed dryly, "Do I need to remind you what you and I put our bodies through last night in that horrible tag team street fight for a crowd of crazed Ottawa fans or should I let you continue to delude yourself?" Kaylee sighed and sipped at her soda before turning to look at Punk once more.
"I wouldn't let your wife hear you say that," Kaylee chuckled, "Or whatever she promised you might just fly out the window of her hotel room. I am right in assuming you won't be using my guest room tonight, right?" Punk looked at Kaylee scandalised before scowling at her once more and crossing his arms across his chest and glaring at the ring in front of him.
"Oh come on, Phil," Kaylee chuckled, "Turn that frown upside down and just forget that we're technically in enemy territory."
"Why are you so happy," Punk whined, looking at Kaylee out of the corner of his eye, "No wait, does the smile on your face have something to do with a certain Money in the Bank winner." Kaylee looked up at the tattooed superstar with wide eyes, before turning quickly to face the ring, sipping at her soda once more. Punk smirked.
"I'm right, aren't I," Punk chuckled, "Aren't I? Come on, you can tell me." Kaylee shook her head, with a smile on her lips. He was right.
"He's the one that got you the tickets and by the look of it that t-shirt and sweater," Punk chuckled as he continued, "I mean, there has to be a reason why he would want his name practically plastered across your chest and back?"
"For your information, he sent me this shirt for my birthday," Kaylee informed, "And your wife sent me the sweater, so..." The red head stuck her tongue out at the new number one contender for the THWA Heavyweight Championship. The two shared a laugh as the lights in the Ricoh Coliseum lowered and the event started. Neither one of them paid much attention to it though, because most of the show didn't have the ability to keep their attention for more than a few seconds and they wanted to keep the fans that were sitting around them from being more interested in finding out why Kaylee and Punk were at a WWE event, especially when Punk had been so vocal about his dislike for his wife's company.
"You bored yet," Punk asked Kaylee, as they watched Kane vs John Cena, something that they both felt like they had seen several of times before, come to an end. Kaylee nodded in response, trying to keep her attention on what was happening in front of her.
"Well, don't worry, Apes' match is the one after this one," Punk chuckled, "And then your man's match is after that."
"He isn't my man," Kaylee insisted quietly, not wanting to have anyone accidentally over hear their conversation.
"But, he will be," Punk whistled, but then dunked down, as a CM Punk chanted and rang through the entire Coliseum, but thankfully it only seemed to be because the crowd already seemed bored with the match between Adam Rose and Xavier Woods that was taking place. Kaylee just rolled her eyes and shook her head. For someone who was making a living in front of people who chanted his name during any live event, he really had a problem when they did.
"No, he won-"
"Don't lie to yourself Miss Smythe," Punk chuckled, as he continued to try and hide the best he could in the very lively crowd, "You and I both know that you wouldn't be talking about him in your sleep if you didn't want him to be your man." Kaylee glared at the tattooed superstar.
"You promised that you wouldn't ever bring that up in public," Kaylee snapped, "And I swear to God, Punk, you bring it up again while we're in this crowd, I will rip that baseball hat right off your head and shout that you're sitting next to me." Punk looked at the red head beside him with wide eyes, before glaring at her.
"You wouldn't," he answered, trying to call whatever bluff she was trying to play, "This is your home town; you'll be mobbed the moment that they realise who you are." Kaylee shrugged, a slight smirk making its way onto her face.
"If I get mobbed, I get mobbed," Kaylee conceded, "I'm sure whatever security they have here will help us out, but you at a WWE event may raise some eyebrows and it may cause a lot of these fans to make it very difficult for you to leave to share that evening with April you so desperately need." Punk scowled and thought about pushing the matter of her and Jon Good even more, but he knew Kaylee well. He knew she would go through with her promise and if she did, well, she was right, he would have a difficult time escaping the Ricoh Coliseum.
"Fine," he pouted, crossing his arms across his chest once more, "Fine, I'll let it go, but I'm just going to say this. If he's not your man then why he is the reason that you've been smiling so much lately?"
"So," Colby sighed, "Get some dinner and then we head back to the hotel?" Joe nodded his agreement before looking over to Jon, who was combing his wet hair back in a mirror that hung on the locker room wall. Joe and Colby waited for a moment for their former Shield brother to respond, but the response never came.
"Jon," Joe called, causing the man in question to look up at him in surprise.
"What?"
"Dinner and then we'll head back to the hotel," Colby repeated, as he pulled a t-shirt over his head and tucked his wrestling boots back into his duffel bag.
"Uh," Jon stuttered, "I actually already have plans." As he searched through his duffel bag for his cologne, Jon missed the look that both Joe and Colby shared. He had been acting differently from the moment he returned to their hotel that night back in October after being gone for almost several hours. They figured the change in his behaviour was due to the way Renee was trying and failing to turn the roster against him, but from the moment he found out that he would be part of the Toronto show, he had a certain spring in his step. They hadn't seen that spring since he and Renee had been happy.
"No," Colby started, "You didn't? Please tell me that you didn't take that she-devil back after everything she's done." Jon looked at the former WWE World Heavyweight Champion with a confused look on his face.
"What are you talking about?"
"You and Renee," Colby spat, "Please, tell me that you didn't get back with her."
"No, God, no," Jon spat, "Why would you fucking even think that?"
"You've been acting differently," Joe explained, sitting down on the bench opposite Jon, "Ever since we went to visit Punk, you've been acting like a...like a...like a-"
"Lovesick teenager," Colby offered, "You've been texting and I didn't think you knew how to text. I could have sworn that I heard you video chatting, fucking video chatting with someone last night and I didn't think you knew how to do that either."
"I learned how," Jon shrugged, "Is that a crime?"
"Uce," Joe said, looking at Jon with a curious look on his face, "We, uh, we just feel like you're hiding something from us and we're not used to you doing that. We try to tell each other everything and now, you're texting and locking your phone."
"It's new okay," Jon confessed, "Actually, I don't even fucking know what it is to tell you, brother. We're friends, I think, we talk, you know, we, uh, we understand each other and we're just talking right now, and she lives here, so-"
"It's that red head, Punk introduced to us in October," Colby said, snapping his fingers, "Kiley? Kelly? Chrissy?"
"Kaylee," Jon corrected, "And, yeah, it's her, but, uh, this stays between us. No one back here needs to know about my personal life before I even know what's going on in it and I swear, if either one of you mention this AJ or Brie, I'll, I'll..." Joe chuckled and held up his hands.
"Okay, uce, okay," Joe chuckled, "But, you might want to shower before you go and meet her. You smell like you doused yourself in the entire bottle of your cologne. You don't want to knock her unconscious before you can find out what the two of you may be." Jon lifted in his shirt to his nose and nodded.
"You're right," Jon sighed, "Her and Punk were in the audience tonight, if April brings her around can you tell her that I'll, I'll just be a little longer and then we can go." Both Colby and Joe nodded, promising him that they would relay the message if she were to show up, while he was trying to wash off some of the cologne in the shower.
He had only been in the shower for a few moments, when a knock happened on the door, causing both men to look at one another and smile. Maybe, it was time to see if they could mess with her even a tiny bit. Joe answered the door and came face to face with the tattooed superstar that supposedly accompanied the object of the friend's affection to tonight's show.
"Punk," Colby greeted, pulling the older wrestler into a manly hug, "What are you doing here? We were expecting a certain red head."
"Oh, you mean the one that is currently sitting by her car in a Dean Ambrose T-Shirt and Sweater and the heat on full blast," Punk mused with a slight smirk on her face, "Yeah, she didn't feel comfortable coming backstage even as one of April's guests. I think it had something to do with a certain Stacy Keibler wanna-be giving her the evil eye while we waited for my wife." The former Shield brothers shared a look and nodded. Summer Rae had been the only one that had been helping Renee in her unsuccessful endeavour.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be back here either," Joe sighed, "Plus the wanna-be and the she-devil might try to use her visiting as a way to turn the guys and girls against him."
"How long has that been happening," Punk asked curiously.
"Since they broke up in October," Colby explained, "Renee is sure that your friend had something to do with the break up and has been trying to turn everyone against Jon. She's been unsuccessful, most of the guys and girls back here don't take the story seriously, especially when Brie has been correcting everyone that might even think about believing it." Punk sighed and ran a hand over his face in frustration.
"Not a word of this to Kaylee," Punk said pointing a finger at the both of them, "You may not talk to her right now, but when you do, don't mention this. She gets really protective of the people she cares about and if Renee is the one doing this, it won't end well for either woman."
"What's the history there," Joe questioned, looking at Phil as they heard the sound of running water stop.
"Not my story to tell," Punk answered, with a shake of his head, as Jon stepped out of the shower area with his jeans on. The three men watched in silence as Jon checked his phone, a small smile appearing on his face as he read the text that he found there.
"How long has that been happening," Punk asked, a smile spreading across his own face.
"October," Joe and Colby answered, with a hint of a smile on their own faces.
Kaylee and Jon laughed as they sipped at their beers looking out at the night sky from her balcony. The reservations Jon had made at a local restaurant had been lost and they ultimately just ended up back at her place with a box of pepperoni pizza and a six pack of beer. Neither one of them seemed all that angry at the change in plans; in fact the change seemed almost welcome.
"Did you enjoy the show tonight," Jon asked, as he took a bite from the slice of pizza he held in his other hand. Kaylee looked at him and attempted to bite her tongue, but he saw the look on her face and knew exactly what she was going to say.
"You didn't, did you?"
"I never said that," Kaylee chuckled, "I enjoyed parts of it. I enjoyed your match and I enjoyed AJ's match, but that was pretty much it."
"Did you complain and get your money back," Jon joked, as he took another sip of his beer. Kaylee chuckled and leaned against the balcony railing looking out at her city.
"I would of, but I didn't buy them. This amazing guy sent me the tickets and asked me to dinner after the show," Kaylee giggled, "I guessed the least I could do is tell him that I enjoyed the event, he so desperately wanted me at." The pair chuckled, as Jon came up behind the red head and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned into him and looked up at the sky that was being lit up the CN Tower that could be seen off in the distance.
"I'm really glad you came tonight," he whispered in her ear, a shiver going down her spine, "I feel like I'm at my best when I know you're watching."
"I'm glad you feel that way," Kaylee said, turning to look at him and smiling, as she brought her beer up to her lips, "I like watching you wrestle. I feel the same way, but, I do have a question for you and you don't have to answer, but I need to know before I let this go any farther and...dear god, I really am starting to ramble, aren't I? Fuck, I'm starting to sound like Felicity Smoak and you probably don't even know who that is. Whew, okay, I'm going to stop talking now."
"Kaylee," Jon chuckled, bringing his own beer up to his lips, "Ask me what you want to ask me."
"Is there something between us," she asked, looking up at the crazed wrestler in front of her almost sheepishly. Jon looked into her beautiful brown eyes and saw a large contrast from the woman that he had come to see on screen. Her, Christina Rose persona, was sure of herself, knew where she stood and what to do when she stepped through a set of ropes or was given the microphone. Kaylee, she was the woman that had been hurt before, but still found a way to open up to him, let him into her home and had told him her inner most thoughts and some of her deepest secrets. Even her cat, who she had admitted didn't get along with the guys she brought home, had warmed up to him and was even comfortable with him enough to sit on his lap.
"Fuck," she whispered under her breath as she stepped away from, "I've opened my big mouth and I've ruined everything. God, why do I always do th-" Jon cut her off by grabbing her by the back of her neck and kissing her, effectively cutting off any train of thought that she may have had. Kaylee was taken aback for a moment before she just returned the kiss, her arms coming up to clutch at his shoulders, before looping around his neck. As soon as Jon felt her respond, he moaned into her mouth because the mere thought of her wearing his t-shirt and sweater only made him want her more.
Lifting Kaylee up by her thighs, Jon carried Kaylee into the house, forgetting all about the pizza and beer, but taking extreme care. to shut the glass door. He knew her well enough to know that Kaylee would never forgive him if something bad were to happen to her cat, Salem, if he were to accidentally got out because of him. Placing her on the marble counter in her kitchen, Jon's hands slipped from her thighs and went to the zipper on the sweater that she was wearing. As much as he liked seeing it on her, he really wanted it off right this second.
As the sweater slipped from her arms and to the floor, Kaylee's hands came back up and pushed on her shoulders, signalling for him to stop. He didn't want to, Lord knew that he wanted to keep going, but he stopped. The two looked at one another with their bruised lips and heaving chests.
"You never answered the question," Kaylee whispered to him. Jon chuckled and leaned in to kiss her once more.
"I'm yours, for as long as you'll have me," he whispered back to her, and it was with those words that Kaylee reached for the bottom of his shirt and stripped it from him before their lips met once more in a heated kiss.
The small group of friends watched the would-be couple silently, unsure of how to react to what was happening in front of them. Xander had turned around the moment that Kaylee's sweater had hit the ground with wide eyes and a light blush, while Jon's eyes took in every touch and every kiss that was shared between his future self and the red-head.
"Jon, you're not taking this seriously, are you," Renee asked, looking up at him, "We don't even know who this kid is and if these images are even real or not." Jon looked down at her, then to the moment that was playing around them and then finally his eyes fell on Xander.
"We need to get going," Xander interrupted, before Jon could voice his thoughts, "There's a lot more that you need to see."
A/N: Alright everyone, let me know what you think. Don't be afraid to give me some constructive criticism or even ideas for moments that Xander may want to show Jon and the rest of the group.
xo
