So this is the next chappy! Thanks to all who've reviewed so far, they mean so much to me:) I only own Isabella and the OCs I mention. I'd like to give a shout out to my two, fabulous E-Sistas! Angel and Demi, who through oneshots and PMs have inspired me with ideas for my own stories/oneshots. Thank you Angel for Beta-Reading:) Both of you are awesome.
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Kiwi
Chapter Twenty-One: Back to the WWE
"He's your stepfather?" Shannon asked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I nodded.
"Yeah, but you can use the term 'father' very, very, loosely."
The man tsked. "Is this your poor excuse for a boyfriend or are you just doing charity work?"
Shannon tensed behind me and kissed the top of my head. "Excuse me?" I could tell he was trying to be polite.
"You heard me. Listen, Isabella, I would like to invite you and your…boyfriend to the annual Thanksgiving dinner. If you want to, you can also bring your friends, I am sure my luxurious home will fit however many, or few, people you bring along." He looked from me to Shannon. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Ivan Jones." He was about to shake Shannon's hand, but after taking a second glance at the tattoos, he retracted his hand.
"Why does he have a different last name than you?" Shannon whispered in my ear as Ivan began walking away.
"I changed my last name to my mother's name when she was with my real dad." She replied. "I hate my stepfather and you can see why." Shannon nodded and turned me to face him.
"Sweetheart-" He was about to say something when he phone rang. Rolling his eyes he answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello, Shannon. How's your concussion?"
"Um, it's practically healed, I should be on wrestling next week." I pouted and hooked my arm with his, looking up at him. He chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, Vince, do you mind if I bring my girlfriend along?"
"Your girlfriend?"
He nodded. "She wants to talk to you." He handed the phone to me and smiled.
"Hello Vince."
"Isabella?" He sounded like he choked on his coffee and then someone opened the door to his office. "I don't care! Get out of my office! I'm speaking to my powerhouse, who might be coming back to give these Divas some dignity! God, Shay, Lex, Cori, Melina, Eve, and Beth can't carry all the weight around here! I swear to God you don't care about this company, otherwise you would've already left instead of standing around, listening to me rant incoherently!" The person gulped and left, apparently, because his voice returned to normal. "How may I help you, Miss Smith?"
"Um, sir I was wondering if I could come back, you know, to the WWE. I don't care where you put me, as long as I'm there and with Shannon, I'm okay with it."
"Hmmm, well I can only tell you one thing at this point, Isabella." He paused. "And that is that you and Shannon need to be in my office, tomorrow. We'll work everything out!" He hung up and I gave the phone back to Shannon.
"We have to go tomorrow." I stated and he sighed, throwing an arm over my shoulders.
"I barely got to spend any time with you, besides, you just got home. You shouldn't be going out right away. I wanted to spend at least a whole week with you."
"He might put us on the same roster." I said smiling as I slipped my hand into his and walked with him back to the car. "Well, then, let's spend the rest of the day together." He smirked and kissed my forehead as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He drove back in silence.
The rest of the day was wonderful and the next morning, Shannon woke me up to get ready for the flight. He was sitting next to me, taking the aisle seat and letting me take the window seat. He was also blasting the loudest, harshest metal music ever created. I was trying to read. Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I sighed. "Shannon, turn it down."
He didn't hear me. After trying again, I realized that I'd probably have to resort to an option I would've used six months ago. Smacking his arm as hard as I could, I smirked as he winced and paused his Ipod to look at me. Annoyance flashed over his features before it subsided to amusement. "Yes?"
"I'm trying to read." I stated. He shrugged as if it had nothing to do with him. "Turn it down, Shannon."
His smirk broadened, if possible. "Just like old times, right Izzy?"
Oh, now I got it. He was acting out what probably was a scene in our storybook of hating each other. I nodded, a smirk of my own playing against my lips. "Yeah, just like old times."
"But, it wouldn't be old times if I did this, now would it?" He asked as he slowly leaned in to capture my lips in another kiss. Just over the past day I've gotten accustomed to his kiss. They burned with fire, yet were cold enough to make you freeze up an instantly forget about the world around you. Shannon smirked against my lips as I put my hands on his neck. "No, no, no, these times are much, much better. Hell, I'm lucky to be able to look forward to this everyday."
I chuckled and pulled back so his forehead was resting against mine. "I-It's amazing how what seem to be such small decisions change your life. Vince put us in a storyline together and look what happened. I end up falling in love with the one man I thought I couldn't live with. Which as it turns out, he's the man I can't live without."
"I sure as hell hope we're talking about me here." He looked serious for about five seconds before bursting out in laughter.
*Shannon POV*
She smiled and I took her hand in mine, People who had never met us would probably think we've been dating for years, rather than a day and a half. "Isabella, do you want to tell everybody right away, or just let them figure it out?"
"If we tell them right away, all we're going to hear is objections. I say let them figure it out. We'll tell them by showing them, little things, you know?"
"Or, even better, be a couple and just don't say anything about it. It'll be obvious we're together and we won't say anything unless people ask." I suggested. She chuckled.
"Don't ask, don't tell?"
"Yeah." I nodded, just as the plane landed. We got off and got through to Luggage. As I grabbed mine and she grabbed hers, she started laughing. Raising an eyebrow, I smiled. "If you keep breaking out in laughter, we'll get thrown into an asylum."
"It's just that it's weird. Two days ago, I was coming in and now I'm going out again. And It's been two months since I've stepped into a WWE Arena."
"You'll do fine. After all, Raw needs you. We have Alicia Fox going after the Divas Championship. Maryse is out with an injury. Leaving us with Mickie, Gail, Kelly, Alicia, and Rosa, who are the primarily use Divas, even though only two percent of the females named can actually be counted as Divas. Vince hasn't used Jillian or Beth much anymore, so Raw female talent is pretty scarce right now. Lillian's gone. Skye is being used backstage a lot and Harmony is practically collecting dust."
"So almost no real talent is being used?"
"Yeah, we all joke with Mickie, saying she's pulling all the weight around Raw."
"What about Gail?" She asked.
"Breast implant burst." I looked at her with a joking smirk. "Please tell me yours are real."
Rolling her eyes she gently smacked my arm, even though it did actually hurt. That's the thing when your girlfriend can bench 250, she can actually cause pain.
"Yes, 100 percent real." She ran a hand through her hair.
"Perfect, because some of Raw's Divas' boobies are popping."
"You are so immature." She scowled. We had left the airport and were now on our way to the arena. "Anything with Smackdown?"
"Yeah, Jeff's gone, Taker's back. Batista's back, Rey was suspended, but now he's back. Khali had knee surgery. Our used-to-be Scottish McIntyre is back. Hmmm, John H. is in a storyline with Shay, Lex is in a storyline with Adam, who even though he's injured, will be on the show. Oh and get this, remember Jesse?" I waited until she nodded. "He's become Slam Master J, and he's gone gansta." She shook her head in disbelief. "Maria, Michelle, and Layla think they own the place while Eve, Melina, Shay, and Lex aren't getting time to shine. Well, personally, Melina has had enough shots at the title."
"I'm probably going to regret asking this, but what about ECW?"
"Well, I was 'moved' there, but the haven't used me at all. I guess they're waiting for you to come back so I'll have a place to fit in. Um, Cori is miserable. She and Shane have been arguing. Shane's back with Jamie. The Bellas have been disgracing the Diva name. It doesn't matter where they put you, they just need you." I shrugged.
"Wow. I just hope they welcome me back."
"Why wouldn't they?"
"I've seen people who have returned after leaving and they don't exactly get welcome parties." Isabella gazed out the window and I turned into the arena parking lot. Gathering everything, we mad eour way inside and started maneuvering around the halls. As we neared catering, where most people would be at the moment, she squeezed my hand.
Leaning down, I kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry, just relax and you."
"You sound like a self-confidence coach." She replied quietly as we turned the corner to the bustling, noisy food area. At first nobody noticed, which caused Isabella to relax a little. Then, out of nowhere…
"Hey, Shawty!" We both turned to see Randy standing a few feet away, Cody and Ted beside him. Randy smiled, an actual smile, not the cocky smirk he usually had on T.V. Isabella grinned, dropping her stuff and running to hug him. Chuckling, I followed her. She was hugging all three Legacy members before hugging Randy again. "We need you on Raw. Please tell me you're on Raw." He pleaded as he put a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't know yet, Thunder Thighs." She smirked. Back in the day, Isabella was a backstage interviewer for Raw and had valeted fore Randy, so they had become close friends.
Tapping her other shoulder, she whirled around to face me. "You dropped something." I had her forgotten bag in my hand.
"Shanny, can you hold it while I catch up with my Boyz?" It was a running joke between them. They called her 'Shawty' cause of her height and she called them her 'Boyz'. She smiled and gave me a quick peck. "Please, babe?" She asked, pouting. Now, I couldn't resist. Throwing it over my shoulder, I nodded before throwing an arm over her shoulder and pulling her close to me. A strange thing was that we would've done this, even if Randy, Ted, and Cody weren't there.
Speaking of Legacy, they were obviously confused as they looked back and forth between Izzy and I, speechless. "Did you just kiss, Shannon?" Cody whispered.
"Is there a problem with that?" Isabella asked sweetly, with a glint in her eye, reminding Cody of when she beat him in the ring a while ago.
"Of course not, it'll just take some getting used to." Ted smiled.
Randy just laughed. "As long as he doesn't hurt her and keeps his hands to himself for at least ten months, it'll all be good." My face paled and he laughed again. "I'm kidding about the 'ten months' thing, but I'm serious about the hands and hurting thing. Cause her one milliliter of pain, and I'll kill you."
"Now, you know they care when they threaten your boyfriend right in front of you." Isabella turned to hug Paul and Shawn. "We missed you, girlie." Paul interjected. "And we'd like to stay and chat, but Big Mac wants to see us. Welcome back, Isabella, hopefully, you're on Raw." They each hugged her before going on.
Randy, Ted, and Cody had to leave too, for business matters, as they said it. Isabella smiled and began walking with me down the hall, to the locker rooms. "Nobody we knew was in catering." She sighed.
"Besides Legacy and DX." I pointed out.
"Yeah." Isabella ran a hand through her hair. I just smiled and put my hands on her waist, letting the bags drop to the floor. She leaned up to kiss me. Brushing a lock of hair away from her face, I was deepening the kiss when two taunting chuckles made us stop. Without looking, I could tell who it was.
"Well, look who's finally crawled back, it's the losers. Isabella Smith and Shannon Moore."
"Didn't we get rid of you?" The other person laughed, it was male and my worst thoughts came true. Pulling away, I kept an arm around Isabella's waist as we stared eye to eye with John Cena and Kelly Kelly.