Chapter 11: Forever Faithful
*Author's Note: Same note as previous chapters...*
May 29th, 2010: Good Morning, Flowers
I was awakened by the knocking on the door, the sound of crumpling plastic, and suddenly…
"Kathie, Kathie, Kathie, Kathie!"
I felt the bed bouncing up and down roughly. All of a sudden, I was being shaken awake by my roommate, Nattie, jumping on the bed and shaking me on the shoulders.
"What, what, what?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes and sitting up on the bed.
"You got a present!" sang Nattie, shoving a bouquet of red roses into my face.
I stared at the lovely bouquet of roses oddly. A dozen red roses were wrapped in a lovely fashion, with gold and silver ribbon wrapped around the stems. The paper was a soft pink shade, and a layering of plastic was protecting it. Hmmm…wonder who sent me these?
"Oh yeah, there was a card with this too," added Nattie, placing a small envelope on top of the roses.
I put the roses aside and opened the white envelope. Inside was a note that was written by someone who had attempted to write it in calligraphy…
Dear Sweetheart,
I saw these beautiful roses as I strolled past the florist not too long ago. I ordered these to be sent to your room because they reminded me of your lovely, rosy complexion. All these roses combined cannot be compared to your stunningly flawless beauty, though their plucked petals would have been perfect to scatter all over a bed and light that bedroom with scented candles.
With Love,
A Secret Admirer
I blushed as I read the message over and over again. This was such a sweet little note, I really wonder who wrote it?
"Oooh, can I read it?" asked Nattie.
"Sure," I answered, handing back the card to Nattie. As she read the little note on the card, I took the bouquet of roses lying on my bed and stroked its petals. They were the softest petals I have ever felt on a rose. They were also the freshest, even though they were ordered and not bought directly.
When Nattie got to the 'A Secret Admirer' part, I heard her squeal with excitement.
"Oh my God, girlie, I swear you are the luckiest girl in the world," gushed Nattie, "not only do you have the hunkiest friend in the form of John Hennigan, but you're pretty, smart, are one heck of a wrestler, and now you have a secret admirer! Whoever wrote this card seems like an extremely sweet and romantic type of guy…hmm… could it be a fan who's a hopeless romantic?"
"I don't think so," I answered, "besides, how do the fans know which hotel we're staying in anyway. I didn't check in with my real name, so unless we have a stalker, it's unlikely that it's a fan."
"Could it be one of the Superstars?" asked Nattie, "or a backstage crew member?"
"I think that's more likely since they're on the road with us all the time," I replied.
"Girlie, how about we discuss this later," said Nattie, "the boys invited us to hang out at the pool with them later, so get changed into your sexy swimsuit."
I got out of my bed and was about to grab my swimsuit, but ended up getting it thrown into my face by Nattie, who had rummaged through my suitcase and pulled out my bikini and passed (I mean threw) it to me.
"Nattie! I am not wearing this!" I exclaimed, realizing she'd thrown the bikini she'd forced me to buy yesterday when we went shopping at a local mall.
"Yes you are, girlie!" sang Nattie, who had already changed into her swimsuit, "you are not going to wear that boring old one piece to the pool!"
"I'd very much rather wear that boring old one piece than this skimpy little thing!" I protested.
"You're a hottie with a body, girlie, and you've got to show the whole world that you're not afraid to hide it," said Nattie, "besides, I heard John's going to be there." She teased me.
"Oh shut up, Nattie!" I exclaimed, my cheeks glowing red.
John's POV
The guys were extremely bored and had nothing in their schedules today since Teddy had decided to give everyone the day off. This meant no one was making appearances, going on talk shows, that sort of promotional work, for the day. Teddy also reserved the pool for only the WWE Superstars to use for the day, so Matt and Jason suggested that we invited the Divas to hang out with all the Superstars, something like a pool gathering.
To be honest, I didn't exactly feel like going to the pool, but when I realized Katharyn was going to be there, I suddenly had the urge to be there no matter what happens. I didn't care; as long as Katharyn was there, I was perfectly all right with Matt and Jason's idea.
Jason, my roommate, and I went to go meet up with Matt and Truth at the pool, and by the time we arrived, most of the WWE Superstars were already there. I spotted Matt and Shelton over by one of the lounge chairs near the Jacuzzi having a drink. They waved over to us.
"So Matt, everyone's here?" I asked.
"Not everyone," said Matt, "we're still missing Jericho and a few other people like DiBiase and Guerrero, and only a few of the Divas are here. Truth isn't down here yet because he's calling his folks back home."
I glanced over at the Jacuzzi and noticed that Tiffany was talking to none other than Drew McIntyre himself.
"What's he doing here?" I asked, frowning over at McIntyre.
"Oh, we had to invite him, John," said Jason, looking upset, "we're really sorry. Teddy said we couldn't have the pool unless McIntyre was invited. Plus, Tiffany would get suspicious if he wasn't invited."
"Hey John," spoke up Shelton, "you got hit pretty hard over the head by Jack on Tuesday's Smackdown tapings. You feelin' alright, man?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling much better now," I answered. I think Shelton was the tenth person to ask me that so far. Adam actually informed me yesterday that it looked as though Swagger had REALLY hit me over the head with that belt and knocked me unconscious on the TV screen.
Shelton and I began talking about the storylines that we were currently involved with right now on Smackdown.
"Lucky," said Shelton, after I told him about the love triangle storyline that I was involved in at the moment, "you get to be with the hottest Diva on Smackdown and be her hero and all that. Speaking of Divas, looks like some of them have just…woah…" exclaimed Shelton, glancing over at my shoulder.
I turned around and he was right. Two Divas had just arrived at the pool, and one of them was Katharyn, looking very lovely in an off-the-shoulder white cover-up sundress, her aviator sunglasses perched on her forehead and her lustrous golden brown locks in soft beach waves. She appeared to be talking to her best friend Nattie; the two of them were looking for a place to settle. Katharyn glanced over at me and waved cheerily with that gorgeous smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile and wave back to her. It had now become an instant reaction whenever we both saw each other from a distance. "How do you know she's waving to you?" asked Shelton sarcastically.
I didn't answer him. My eyes were still glued to the British beauty. I watched her every move—renting towels from the towel boy (who didn't stop staring at her even after her back was turned) and walking over to where Natalya had found two vacant lounge chairs that were directly opposite from where I was standing. I silently bet Natalya picked that on purpose so that Katharyn and I could be facing each other. After ordering their drinks from a waiter who also had the same expression on his face as the towel boy when he saw Katharyn, the girls were ready to swim.
And that was when Katharyn slipped off her cover-up, revealing the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life—an extremely toned four-pack torso with a pair of full, plump breasts and a very nice ass, with curves in all the right places, plus a great pair of legs that put Stacy Keibler's to shame. She had nothing but a metallic blue bikini on, the twin globes of her breasts giving a nice cleavage to her top and the scrunched up Brazil-cut bottom showing off just the right amount of her delectable ass.
"Damn," I heard Shelton breathe from behind me.
He took the words right out of my mouth. Katharyn was the sexiest woman alive. It was not possible for a woman to turn this many heads. She looked about the hottest I had ever seen her before. I mean yeah, I've seen her in her ring attire and her summer photo shoot pictures on , but this was a billion times better in person. I was still staring at her with a dazed expression on my face. She turned to look back at me and the smile on her face grew wider as our eyes met. I wiggled my eyebrows flirtatiously and she burst into a cute laugh that only brightened up the sea green eyes that enchanted me every time I looked into them. I chuckled when Katharyn's rosy cheeks blushed and she tried hiding her face from view.
"How'd you get a girl like that to be your friend, Johnny?" asked Shelton, still gaping open-mouthedly at Katharyn, "dude, if I were you, I'd be more than just friends with a girl like her."
Who wouldn't want to be more than just friends with this goddess? She absolutely took my breath away. Now that she captured my full, undivided attention, I was going to go over and chat with her, while taking in that perfect bikini body of hers, of course.
Katharyn's POV
Nattie and I decided to order some snacks first before hitting the Jacuzzi. The guy at the counter, a young, dark-haired male who looked about my age, widened his eyes and grinned when Nattie and I, wearing nothing but bikinis, approached the countertop and took our places there. Nattie ordered a grilled cheese sandwich for herself while I ordered a side of French fries.
"I feel so exposed, Nattie," I groaned, "I hate you for making me wear this."
"But you look great in bikinis, girlie," said Nattie, "you can't spend the rest of your life wearing boring one piece swimsuits!"
"But everyone was staring at me when I took off my sundress," I said quietly, "and you know I don't like being stared at."
"You should be used to that by now, Kathie," said Nattie, "you're the prettiest girl in the WWE Universe! And besides, you could tell that John liked it. He practically had to keep his jaw off the ground when you took off your sundress."
"Do you have to remind me every single time?" I hissed, "it's not something I'm fully proud of, you know. I'd rather be known for my talent than my looks. I'm a wrestler, not a Playboy cover girl." That was true. I had actually been called several times to pose for Playboy. Pfft, like that was going to happen. Over my dead body would I take off my clothes for the whole world plus a creepy 80 something year old pedophile to see me naked on a perv's magazine.
"I know that sweetie," said Nattie, "but you look hot! So many girls are dying to be in your shoes right now! Not many people can pull off a metallic bikini like you do."
"Seriously Nattie, I feel like I'm not wearing anything," I whispered.
"But what about when we have those summer photo shoots?" she asked me.
"I'm forced to wear those!" I protested, "how do you think I was able to wear that slutty referee's outfit on Tuesday? They only let me cover up the top with a vest that didn't zip up. I secretly think whoever creates our characters are quite perverted."
"Well who cares, Kathie, you've actually got the looks and the body to pull off sexy outfits," said Nattie jealously, "just don't think about the drooling men."
"Fine," I groaned, "imagine being watched by almost every single man in the room, Nattie. Then you'll get an idea of why I'm so self-conscious." The guy placed two plates of food in front of us.
"Speaking of drooling men…" said Nattie, glancing back and turning towards me excitedly, "your lover boy is here."
"Oh shut up, Nattie," I snapped. I looked up and indeed she was right. There was John Hennigan in nothing but board shorts. His hair was wet and slicked back, his signature diamante cross pattern sunglasses perched on his forehead. It was very hard not to stare at that soaked six-pack that was dripping with pool water.
"I'll leave you two alone so you guys can talk," said Nattie, taking her plate of grilled cheese and fries and walking off to the lounge chairs by the pool where our stuff was.
"Hey Katharyn," greeted John, taking Nattie's seat. I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks as I felt his stare run down my entire body, "you look very sexy today." He complimented, averting his gaze from my chest and back up so that he was looking at me eye-to-eye. He gave me one of those attractive smirks that made me blush harder.
"Thank you," I responded, feeling very flattered and embarrassed at the same time, "don't ask. Nattie forced me to wear this little thing."
"Don't be embarrassed," said John, once again checking me out with his wandering eye, "you put every Diva who's posed for Playboy to shame."
Does he really have to make me blush harder? I suppose he decided to get a little flirtier with me lately. I laughed, replying, "Yeah, I don't see how they have the guts to take it all off in front of an 80-something year old pedophile whose girlfriends could be his great granddaughters."
"Oooh, burn," laughed John. He turned to the guy behind the counter and ordered himself a cheeseburger.
I began popping a few French fries into my mouth since they were starting to get cold. "So what have you been up to lately?" asked John.
"Well this morning I received a bouquet of pretty red roses from a secret admirer," I told him.
John raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Really?" he said, "that's cute. Who do you think they're from?" he asked. I could see the twinkle in his eye as he said this. He must really want to know who my secret lover is.
"I don't know," I shrugged, "I think it's someone who works in the WWE, that's all I know. But it could be anyone from the WWE, Superstar or crew member."
"That's a lot of possibilities," said John, "after all, you are the most wanted Diva on Smackdown."
"It's not exactly something I want to be well known for," I said, "if I had to pick between being ugly and talented and beautiful and useless, I'd choose hideous and talented."
"But you're beautiful and talented, so why choose being hideous?" he asked. I giggled, earning myself a dazzling smile from him that made me melt.
"Oh, stop being so nice," I said, lightly punching him on the arm. Before I could pull back my arm, he clasped his hand around my wrist. I stopped. I felt it move so that our palms met.
"I'm not being nice, love," said John softly, still keeping eye contact, "I'm talking straight from the heart. Honest." He used his thumb to stroke the back of my hand sweetly. The soft touch of every stroke of his thumb brought me back to that day when Drew McIntyre had harassed me at the convention center and when John comforted me caringly with this touch after I had returned back.
As much as I didn't want to, I had to tell John that I was already dating Cody, and that I couldn't be more than just friends with him until I was single. I'm not the type of person who cheats behind their boyfriend's back while working on another show. That is the absolute last thing I would ever do to Cody. I was a strong believer in committed relationships, so that explained why I was far from the 'love him and leave him' type. I believed in steady, long-term relationships that should only end when either the couple decides to end it or if one of them cheats on the other with someone else. Cody would never cheat on me, so unless he and I decided to break up and move on with our lives, we're not splitting up any time soon. I knew he would never cheat on me.
I was far from denying my growing feelings for John, but I knew I couldn't be with him unless I was single. However, I couldn't end the relationship with Cody so abruptly. Cody had done nothing wrong to cause cracks in our relationship.
But what about John? He's so sweet to me and I absolutely adore him, but how could I tell him that without ruining our friendship. Perhaps he'd be pleased to hear my heartfelt confession and ask me to be his one and only, but there was one thing holding me back from making my inappropriate, unfitting fantasies come true.
That one thing was my steady relationship with Cody that is still going strong to this day.
This was going to be an extremely difficult decision.