Ladies and gentlemen of FanFic I present to you...another chappy of Unlikely Attractions! Thank you Angel for beta-reading this and thank you my readers/reviewers, you are all truly awesome! I only own Shay and please read, review and enjoy! Oh and I took down my poll and edited it, then reposted it so please go and vote, I would really appreciate it and thank you to anybody who has voted so far, now onto the story!:)
*Shay POV*
As soon as the cameras stopped rolling, I dashed back into the trainer's room. As I burst through the door, my foot caught on the threshold and I tumbled forward towards the first bed, which coincidentally held John. Grabbing the rim, I saved myself from tumbling all the way to the ground. Instead, I lay in an awkward heap, my legs tangled beneath me and my arms clinging to the edge of the examination table John was laying on.
He sat up, wincing as he moved his leg wrong. "Are you okay?"
"Are you?" I asked, regaining my balance. "J-john, you're okay." I smiled as I hugged him. I could sense him smiling back.
"Yeah, it takes a lot to keep me down." As it turns out, the trainer's room must've been confused with some sort of council room, either that, or people were being extremely clumsy these days. Adam was on one table, Ron on another, and Rey on one as well. They were also the other three Superstars that had their fair share of being laid out and beaten upon today.
"Y-you're all okay, right?" I asked, biting my lip. "I-I just wish I could've been down there with you, R-Ron, R-Rey…"
"Don't worry about it, chica. " Rey smiled warmly, pulling off his mask.
"Besides, the way they were pulling us in the ring, we wouldn't want to risk you." Ron stated.
"T-thanks, but I could've handled myself. P-Phil isn't that big of a deal, Serena, w-well she isn't really a Diva, and L-Luke…he'd be more worried about checking on P-Phil than anything." I sighed.
"Shay, thanks, but we have this."
"J-John, I just don't want you in that Elimination Chamber, e-especially if your ankle really is hurt. Y-You could barely walk and…"
"Hush." He stated, putting his hands on my hips. "I'm fine. I'm made of cast iron, well, my abs are, but that's beside the point." He smiled and I couldn't help but chuckle. "See? I got you to smile." John chuckled.
"Y-yeah." I tucked a strand of blond hair behind my ear. That's when I noticed Ron looking at me. "Y-yes, Ron?"
He just shook his head and smiled. "You have very pretty eyes, Shay."
John glared as I blushed. "Ron," John sighed.
"Hey, she does have pretty eyes. And I like the way she dresses." He smiled and I blushed deeper, crossing my arms over my chest. Was there something wrong with what I was wearing? I was wearing a white, off-the shoulder long sleeved top and dark denim jeans with my gray fuzzy boots that actually weren't Uggs. "It's very relaxed, not too much to distract us from you."
"U-Um, thanks." I smiled weakly as John rolled his eyes and shifted as the trainer came back in. He seemed surprised to see me.
"Oh, hello Ms. Hart. How's your father?"
I cringed, but quickly smoothed it over with a smile. "He's fine, it was a storyline."
"I see, I just heard rumors and all…So, John, you are free to go, as are the rest of you. Do any of you need a ride back to the hotel?"
"No, it's good. Shay can drive us." Adam chuckled, throwing an arm over my shoulder. "Isn't that right, buddy?"
"C-call me buddy one more time." I threatened as soon as we were out of earshot.
"We're just glad you came." John said, leaning against the wall. Sighing, I reached for my bag next to the door and grabbed the pair of crutches next to it before handing them to John. He looked at them curiously before glancing back at me.
Ron did too. "why would you need crutches?"
"I-It was from an injury a long time ago, I-I never got rid of them, just in case." I explained as we made our way down the hall and through the parking garage. As we got to my car, I sighed. "D-Do you guys wanna stop and eat?" As everybody nodded, I did too and hopped into the driver's seat. John claimed shotgun while Rey sat in the way back and Ron and Adam shared the middle seats. "W-where to, gentlemen?"
They gave me a local restaurant's name and I found it before pulling into the parking lot and leading the group inside. The waitress smiled and nodded as she saw us, a huge smile crossing her features.
"Oh my gosh, it's R-Truth, John Morrison, Rey Mysterio and Adam Copeland." She squealed with a grin as if having all four of them in one spot at the same time was unusual. It was actually quite common, considering they were all friends on some level. It just made me all the more happier that Matt didn't pop up and tag along, then we'd have an issue.
As if on cue, Matt showed up, with Maria walking in right behind us and almost bumping into Rey. He quickly apologized and the waitress saw him. Her eyes lit up once again and I bit my lip, wanting nothing more than to get a seat. "Oh my gosh, it's Matt Hardy and Maria Kanellis."
Matt nodded and smiled, "Table for seven."
"Seven, I only see…oh." her eyes fell on me as she counted us in her head. "My apologies, you're a valet, am I correct?"
"Actually, she's a Diva." John stated. The waitress just nodded and led us to a table in the back, muttering something under her breath about 'never seeing her before.' As soon as the waitress had taken our orders for beverages and walked out of earshot, John rolled his eyes. "I cannot believe that she didn't recognize you. You're glued to my hip wherever I go, or Adam's hip, or Chris's hip, sporadically Matt's hip."
"I just can't believe she thought you were a valet." Adam shook his head. "Thank God John corrected her before she guessed a ring rat, or something worse."
"I-It's okay, guys. Chill out." I replied as our drinks came. I was sitting at the end of the table, across from Maria and next to John. Again, after the waitress left with our orders, a group of teenagers approached. They were squealing girls of about sixteen and they were freaking out from being in the presence of the men at our table, and Maria. They sent around a pad of paper for us to sign and it stopped at me. I was about to sign it when one of the teens stopped me. I almost smiled until one of them pointed at me and said.
"Hey, Natalya, why'd you change your hair."
I froze. Everyone at the table froze. "I-I'm not Natalya."
They frowned, disappointed. "Oh, then I guess we don't need your autograph. Do you even work for the WWE?"
"Yes." I stated, gesturing to John. "I'm his tag team partner s-sometimes, and I-I'm out there almost e-every week." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw John trying not to look angry.
"Oh." They shrugged.
"And if you were actually fans of ours, you'd know that she is one of our best friends and means a lot to us so your disrespect and inaccurate knowledge simply proves you don't give a damn about us, you only think we're hot." Adam frowned. "Now if you don't mind, thank you for stopping by, we appreciate your support, but we'd like to spend the rest of our evening in peace."
The group walked away, leaving the restaurant and I rested my head in my hands. "A-Adam if that winds up on TMZ…"
"It won't." He stated and I sighed. "Shay, are you okay?"
"O-of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?" I asked and he shrugged.
"I still can't believe nobody's recognizing you." Ron frowned.
"I-I'm used to it, I don't really d-do much on TV…"
"Still, it's rude." Maria sighed. "Do you want to leave?"
"N-no, I'm fine." I smiled weakly as our food came. As we were in the middle of eating, I heard a table behind us talking.
"I can't believe we're this close to famous people." Somebody 'whispered'. They were talking loud enough for our table to hear.
"I know, they're my favorite. Except that blond chick. Her name's on the tip of my tongue…I can't remember it." He turned around to look at me. "Excuse me, Miss?"
"Y-yeah?" I asked.
"You're a Hart right? Bret's daughter?"
I nodded and he thanked me before going back to his conversation.
"Oh yeah, she's a Hart."
"Probably got the job that way." The other man stated.
John was fuming and I could swear I could see smoke. Matt rolled his eyes, Rey just shook his head, Adam was preoccupying himself so he wouldn't jump the table and attack them. Ron's mouth hung open slightly and Maria scoffed. "Honey." Maria sighed. "We should leave."
"Is this an everyday thing?" Ron asked incredulously.
"A-almost." I replied and he shook his head.
"Well I've had enough of it." John stated. The table behind us was still talking.
"At least she's hot. Smoking hot. I wonder if I pay her enough…" Yeah, that's what set it off.
John, Ron, Matt and Adam all turned in their seats.
"Excuse me, but could you please keep it down. We can hear everything you're saying."
"Everything?" The men asked in unison and the guys nodded. The two looked worried and quickly shut up.
"Thanks." Adam scoffed as the waitress came by. "We'll need our check now, please." She nodded and quickly set off. Standing, I slid on my coat, as did Maria.
"Shay and I are going to get a head start to the hotel, hope you guys don't mind."
"Go right ahead. We'll meet you there." John smiled as he hugged me and whispered into my ear. "Love you."
"Love you too." I whispered back and Maria and I left. She insisted on driving and when we got back to my hotel room, she asked if she could stay for a little while. I nodded and we sat on my bed. "I-Is everything okay?"
She nodded. "I was just…appalled by how they treated you."
"I-it's worse in bars." I stated. "That's why I don't go out much. T-that and my complete l-lack of dancing skills and s-social skills."
"You make up for it in individuality. I mean, you're breaking away from being 'just another Hart.' I can see the t-shirts now. Or even better, the documentary. 'Shay Hart: Live Your Own Legacy'."
I chuckled. "I-I like it."
"We should have a day where you and I can just hang out. Hey, why don't you travel with Matt, Ron and I for the next couple weeks?" She asked just as John walked in. "Hey John, can Shay travel with Matt and I for a little while?"
John looked at me and I shrugged, then he smiled. "She doesn't need my permission." I smiled as he put an arm over my shoulders.
"Y-Yeah, I'd love to travel with you and Matt." Matt walked in and smirked.
"We are so going to kick it old school." He laughed and I rolled my eyes. "It'll be you, me, Ron, Maria and the open road."
"J-john, are you sure you don't mind?"
"If you want to, I can't hold you back." John smiled and I jumped up and hugged him.
*John POV*
I was surprised when Shay hugged me. Was it so unusual that I had let her do something? I sent Matt a confused look and he mouthed 'controlling boyfriends' and I nodded in understanding. "Thanks, John." She smiled as she let go and backed up to stand next to Matt. "I'll see Shane again, and probably Shannon and Jeff." She listed off and I raised an eyebrow at her lack of stutter. "I-it'll be great. I-I haven't seen them in so long."
"We're leaving early tomorrow." Matt stated and she nodded.
"I-I'm already packed. I-it's getting late, I should probably get to bed." She was still smiling as she grabbed a pair of pajamas and practically skipped to the bathroom, almost tripping on her way. When she was about to fall, she grabbed onto the door handle, did a weird slide that made pro baseball look like child's paly, and pulled the door shut behind her. Chuckling I shook my head as Matt and Maria left and got dressed for bed.
When Shay came back out, she sat on the other bed and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, J-John."
"Like I said before, you can do whatever you want, as long as it makes you happy." I replied. "You've never really had a boyfriend who actually let you have space?"
She shook her head. "N-nick and Dave…" She trailed off and I nodded. Getting up, I sat next to her and put an arm around her.
"Just know that I will never do what Nick and Dave did." I stated. She nodded and I took her chin in my hands, gently tilting her head up to look at me. "Never."
Again she nodded. "I know." She leaned up to kiss my cheek.
And that was all I needed to hear.