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Sorry I haven't updated in ages. I've been very busy and I haven't had much time on my hands lately. I've been getting a lot of messages wanting me to update and since I have off of school today I'm going to use this time to update. I"m going to try to force some time out of my schedule to update.
For the record, I have been very good lately. A lot of good things have been happening for me. I got accepted into college, dropped 20 pounds, passed my graduation project, and on top of that I found love in an amazing boyfriend. I'm pretty content with life and I'd be even happier when I have more time to write this story lol Well it has been like 3 months since I last updated so without further ado, here's chapter 10. :)
Chapter 10: Deep Sea Fishing
Trish's POV
Last night Cena called me up and asked if I had ever been fishing. The answer quite simply was no. I've never really had the opportunity to fish. He then asked me if I was interested in going deep sea fishing. If I had never been fishing why would I throw myself into the most dangerous type of fishing?
I told him absolutely not and then somehow he managed to persuade me into saying yes. Apparently, I would be perfectly safe because he had done it a trillion times before and he would protect me. I knew he couldn't protect me against a 2 ton man-eating monster shark. That shark would swallow us both whole. So why did I agree to this is in the first place was beyond me.
I didn't even like this man. So why was I even hanging out with him? I thought about this and I couldn't find an answer. What the Hell was I doing? I looked next to me to see Cena was concentrating on when to turn off the highway.
The cars just kept coming and there was no opening for him to make a quick turn. It seemed like we were going to be stuck here for another red light. Cena rolled his eyes as the light turned yellow.
John: Seriously? (He sighed and sank back into the seat. I looked to my right out the passenger side window and my heart dropped. There it was. The deep sea fishing supplier store. The neon light blinked brightly as it read 'open'. I thought again. Why exactly did I agree to come? I knew this wasn't a good idea. We were going to be on a little unstable boat out in the middle of the ocean. That was an accident just waiting to happen.)
The light turned green and Cena quickly made his turn before the traffic started up. I looked over at the man who was able to convince me into doing anything. He turned the steering wheel slowly as he turned into the parking lot. I hadn't noticed until now, but he was extremely good looking. I don't know how long I had been looking at him for but he turned his head and looked at me.
John: What? (I felt my cheeks redden a bit from embarrassment and I shrugged and looked away. Did he know I was staring? I hadn't realized I was staring until he said something. He put the car in park and turned the key off in the ignition.)
I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. I was extremely nervous now. I don't know why. I think it has something to do with the fact that I could die at any given second.
John: You getting out or what? (My heart beat picked up and I took a deep breathe which was uneven. He shifted in his seat and looked at me. I looked straight down at the floor.)
John: What's wrong?
Trish: I'm scared.
John: Of what? (I swallowed hard and tried to control my breathing which was beginning to pick up now.)
John: What? Are you scared to fish or something?
Trish: Yeah.
John: It'll be fine. Trust me. You have nothing to worry about. It's perfectly safe. (I looked at him and I could tell he was being honest. I loved trying new things and whether I was scared or not I was going to do it.)
Trish: I'm in. (He smiled which in turn made me smile as well.)
John: Alright let's go. (We got out of the car and made our way into the lobby. We got our supplies and the man behind the counter led us out onto the dock. We got into our boat and set sail. Now that I think of it, it wasn't all that scary. I felt completely calm now. I was just overreacting this whole time. I glanced over at John who was directing the sails now. He looked back at me and smiled.)
John: You OK?
Trish: Yeah, I'm fine. (He nodded and smiled and he tied the sail down. He rubbed his hands together as he stepped off the bench and took a seat next to me.)
John: So you wanna know how this goes?
Trish: Yeah actually. I was just about to ask you how we're supposed to do this.
John: It's real simple. Once we get out to sea, I'll drop the anchor and we'll set up. These here... (He motioned to the huge fishing poles.)
John: … We use them. They're strong enough to support 200 pounds. I don't think we'll be catching any 200 pound fish though. But better safe than sorry right? (I nodded in agreement.)
John: I've never went fishing here so I'm not sure what kinds of fish are the most common. Which means I'm not quite sure what kind of fish we're most likely to catch.
Trish: Well whatever we catch, we catch.
John: Exactly.
Trish: We're not keeping them are we?
John: No, no. I don't anyways. I catch em' them toss em' back in. I do it for fun, not for sport. What you do with them is your decision. They are your catches after all.
Trish: I'll throw them back in. That's what I planned on doing this whole time anyways. I'm not going to hurt them.
John: Good. Because I don't wanna hurt them either. (I eyed him up and down. Have I been misjudging him all this time? He isn't half as bad as I thought he was. Sure he does some things I wouldn't necessarily agree with but he's not a bad person. Just irritating at times. I could certainly see myself with him.)
Did I really just think that? My eyes shot open a bit in shock at my own thoughts. What's wrong with me? He'll never be able to have a relationship with me. I wouldn't allow him to and he wouldn't wanna be with one woman all the time. It would never work out between us. So why did I think I could see myself with him?
I need to reevaluate myself. I'm retiring in 3 days. I couldn't possibly date someone in the WWE. It would never work out. I really have to stop thinking about having a future with this man. I don't want one with him. Or do I?
I shook my head. No. I don't want anything from him. I don't even want friendship from him. I'm only here because I have nothing better to do this week. I'm just enjoying myself and John just happens to be here. Yes, exactly. That's exactly what this was. I was treating myself to a fun-filled week and Cena just happened to be here. But who was I trying to convince? Myself or him?
I looked over at John who was busy putting hooks in the fishing poles. I squinted my eyes a bit. This sun was definitely beginning to get to me and I was going to go into my retirement match with major sunburn. John glanced over at me as I held my hand out in front of me shielding my eyes from the powerful rays.
John: It's strong ain't it? (I nodded.)
Trish: Yeah, it is. But I actually have sunglasses in my purse. I should probably put them on. (I fiddled around in my purse a bit searching for my shades. I found them and slapped em' on my face and I felt a huge relief on my straining eyes.)
John: Do you use sunscreen?
Trish: Yeah, but I don't have any on me right now. (I watched as he reached into his duffel bag and pulled out some sunscreen.)
John: But I do. (I smiled and held my hand out as he squeezed some into my palm. I started to rub it into my skin and felt relieved that I wouldn't be walking into my final match on Sunday looking like a tomato.)
John: See, I come prepared. (He pulled out a pair of his own sunglasses and put them on.)
John: Now we won't be going blind. (I smiled and he stood up and looked around.)
John: I think this is a good spot. What do you think? (I slowly surveyed the surrounding waters and they all looked the same to me. I shrugged.)
Trish: I don't know. It all looks the same to me. Whatever you decide is fine by me. (He nodded and walked over and lifted the anchor. He dropped it into the brackish water and a few seconds later the boat stopped moving. He grabbed a fishing pole and handed it to me.)
A couple minutes later, I was sitting next to him on the bench with my line in the salty sea. I have to admit, I loved the feeling of this. It was calm and peaceful. The sun felt good on my skin and I haven't been this relaxed in a long time.)
Trish: So how does this work?
John: How does what work?
Trish: How do I catch them? (He smirked.)
John: You don't catch them. They basically catch you. You have anchovies on the end of your line which works as bait. The fish see it, they want it, so they bite the line. Once you feel a tug... (He glanced down at his line and it moved a bit.)
Trish: Was that a tug?
John: Yes it was. (He smiled ear to ear and looked at me slyly.)
John: You just slowly reel your line in. (He started to slowly reel his line in and I watched as he did so. It didn't seem too difficult. He looked at me and smirked.)
John: Ready to see what I caught? (He reeled his line in a little bit more and at the end of his hook was an old rubber, dirty boot. I instantly burst out into laughter. It was so cliche and just plain ridiculous that he caught a boot. That's the exact same thing that would happen in a movie and I just couldn't contain my laughter. The look on his face was priceless. I could tell he was irritated and couldn't believe it himself.)
John: You done laughing now? (My laughter slowed down a bit and I looked at him. He had a smirk of his own on his face. He took the boot off his hook and threw it back into the ocean.)
Trish: Now that's irony. (He sat back down and he looked a bit embarrassed.)
Trish: Stop acting like a little baby. It's all for fun. (He nodded in agreement.)
John: You're right. It's all in fun. But at least I caught something. (He winked at me and I smirked.)
Trish: You're crazy.
John: I know.
Trish: That's fine though. I bet I'll catch something way bigger than you could.
John: Is that another bet?
Trish: I guess it is. But remember what happened the last time we made a bet. I won and you had to buy me an ice cream cone.
John: Hey, you got lucky yesterday. I'll win today though. Just watch. The bet is on. (I watched as he threw his line back into the water excitedly. We were very competitive with each other. I could sense that now. But that's what I liked in a man... Oh man. Here I was with this again. I don't like him. I don't like him. I don't... My thoughts were interrupted abruptly by a slight tug on my fishing pole. I looked down at it but before I could react the tug turned into a sharp yank. I had to struggle just to hold onto it. Thankfully John noticed it because I was beginning to lose myself.)
John: Here, let me get that for you. (He reached over trying to take the pole from me but before he could there was another shrewd tug on my line. John quickly took it from my hands and started to slowly reel it in. I took a step back afraid of what I had caught.)
When John finally reeled the line in, I had caught the ugliest creature I have ever seen. I've never seen anything like it before in my life. It had huge jagged teeth and huge green alien-like eyes. Instead of having an overbite, this hideous fish had an under-bite. Hell, under-bite wasn't the word to describe it. It looked as if its lower jaw stuck out at least 6 inches from its upper jaw. It had a body shaped somewhat like a piranha but I knew it wasn't a piranha. It had gray-blue scales and powder blue fins. This was one ugly fish.
John looked at the ugly beast then back at me. He smirked and I watched as it flopped around freely on the line spreading disgusting sea water all over me and John.
Trish: What the Hell is that?
John: You don't know what this is? I do. I've seen a dozen times before. It's called the Trish Stratus fish. Can't you tell? He looks just like you. (John smirked and I rolled my eyes.)
Trish: That thing doesn't look like me. And if it does then that boot you caught looks like you. That thing is just hideous. I'm getting creeped out just looking at it. Seriously, what is it?
John: I have no clue. I haven't seen this ugly thing before. Do me a favor? Hand me my cell phone. It's in the small pocket of my bag. I'm taking a picture of this thing so I can look it up later. (I handed him his phone and he took a picture. I looked at the fish and its eyes were staring at me. They were piercing green and giant. I couldn't help but feel like it was watching me through those evil eyes. I was beginning to get really freaked out by it.)
Trish: You wanna toss it back now? I'm kind of creeped out.
John: Why? He's perfectly harmless. He just wants to kiss you. (John brought the fish closer to me and I almost freaked out. It was so hideous and plain evil looking. I darted to the other side of the boat.)
Trish: Get that damn thing away from me! (John chuckled at my screamish ways.)
John: That's payback for laughing at me for that boot.
Trish: Seriously Cena, toss that damn thing back. It's ugly and I don't trust it. (John looked at the fish and nodded.)
John: Neither do I. It looks like the spawn of Satan or something. I'm actually a bit creeped out by it. (John finally tossed the fish back into the water and it swam off faster than I could comprehend. I don't know what that thing was, but I was just happy it was gone now. I slowly made my way back over towards John and retook my seat next to him.)
John: Don't go catching ugly fish again.
Trish: Don't worry. It's not my intentions to do so. Unlike you. You wanna catch another boot. (John smiled and gently pushed me by my shoulder. I giggled a bit and playfully pushed him back. He laughed a bit as well and right when I was about to grab my fishing pole I seen something off in the distance. Not just anything. This thing was huge. Then it hit me. That wasn't just anything. It had a pointy fin that stuck out of the water and swam with precision. That was a shark. My words got caught in my throat. John was too busy messing with his fishing rod to notice what I did. I tugged on the sleeve of his shirt frantically.)
John: What? (He looked up and noticed what I did.)
Trish: Is that a shark? (He stood up and looked closer.)
John: I don't know.
Trish: Well don't get too close. It might attack. (Of course he didn't listen to me. He took a step closer towards the edge and stuck his hand in the water. He started splashing his hand around which got me very annoyed.)
Trish: What the Hell are you doing? You're gonna attract it over here and it's gonna attack us. Knock it off.
John: Stop being so paranoid. (He continued on splashing and I rolled my eyes. He was going to get us both killed.)
John: You need to relax, Trish. It's completely harmless. (I watched as he leaned closer and started petting the monster. I closed my eyes and turned my back to him. I wasn't going to watch as he got his arm ripped off. That was his own fault and problem; not mine. All of a sudden I heard a blood curdling scream and I realized it was John. I screamed and turned around only to see him cracking up at me. I tried to control my nerves but I couldn't. He just knew how to rub me the wrong way.)
Trish: What the Hell! You scared the shit out of me!
John: It's a dolphin. (He began laughing at me again and I felt embarrassed. I looked over the edge of the boat and it was indeed a dolphin.)
John: See. You have nothing to worry about. It's actually pretty common though. People constantly confuse dolphins and sharks everyday. (I watched as he started petting the dolphin again. I was a bit hesitant, but I eventually reached down to pet it as well. Right before my hand made contact, John jumped at me and scared me once again. I felt myself losing balance and the fist thing that shot through my head was that I was going to fall over board with that ugly fish. But before I fell I could feel John's hands around my waist pulling me back over.)
The momentum of my fall jerked us both backwards and John tripped over the bench landing hard on his back pulling me down on top of him. John began to laugh at me for causing this whole big mess. I looked down at him and I couldn't help but to look at him deep in his eyes.
John: You're extremely jumpy you know that? (I smiled as I stared into his eyes and I got the sudden urge to kiss him. But before I could lean in he broke the silence.)
John: You mind getting off of me now? (I shook my head clear of the thoughts and got up. I was shocked with myself. Why was I thinking this way? I didn't like him... or did I? I didn't know anymore. Maybe I was just lustful for him? I didn't know the answer to that either. All I knew was that I needed to control myself. Because for once we were on speaking terms and we weren't fighting with each other. And he hadn't mentioned any sexual references at all and I wanted to keep it that way.)
I know he wants to sleep with me and here I am letting his mind games get to me. I'm better than that. I'm better than his other victims. No matter how I felt, I wasn't going to succumb to him or his charm. Even if he did look really good. I found myself checking him out again and I forced myself to look away.
Thank God he hasn't realized what has been going on my head. I couldn't admit this to him. He'd probably take advantage of my feelings and coax me into bed. I wasn't going to let that happen though. I was gonna stick this out. It was just a phase after all. I'm sure I'll be over it tomorrow morning. Hopefully I'd be over it tomorrow morning.
End Of Chapter 10