Thank you bella315 for giving me her input for this chapter and working out some grammatical issues with me. :)

Chapter 25

That night Jon and I went out on Bourbon Street to catch some live music and to have dinner. It was not that easy because there were fans at everywhere asking for pictures and autographs. Jon was patient and nice enough but he had told me that the WWE hand sent out a memo saying that fans were to be treated nicely and if possible every autograph and picture wish were to be fulfilled.

So of the three hours out we spent over 40 minutes with fans. I can really understand their excitement but after fan no 24 it was getting tedious. Hence, we called it a night early and went back to the hotel.

Jon had to be up early for the press day anyways...

Well guess what? I am good with every electrical item, I love my IPhone, I love the internet; a TV set whatever. One thing, however, I apparently can't do with my phone is to use it as an alarm clock.

I swear I set it correctly but the thing didn't go off causing Jon to be late. So you can imagine the mood especially when I tell you that he is not a morning person AT ALL.

After him ranting the whole five minutes he spent in the bathroom I just couldn't resist any longer.

"Stop bitching like a pussy. Tell them you had sex with your fiancée and are laze because of it. "

He gave me one of his dirtier looks and left without a word. Wow.

Later he would tell the interviewer that being late was his fault and that he couldn't program his phone. People would believe he had been out too long, though.

I was with the girls today and we did some sightseeing in New Orleans. The city was nice, one of my favorite book series of Sherrilyn Kenyon played in NO and a TV show I liked was filmed here. It was pretty cool and it made me forget the not-fight or rather the argument Jon and I had before.

We girls ended the day shopping for the HOF. I never owned a dress and something inside me revolted against wear one. Maybe I should not attend? Surely Jon would understand...

"You try this one on, Sam. Go!" Leila pushed me towards the dressing room and I put on a simple dark blue knee length dress.

It would match Jon's suit perfectly. And damn, it looked good. "We will leave your hair open. Make it wavy." Leila was standing beside me suddenly opening my ponytail and messing with my hair. "Look, you will look beautiful."

And I did. I did come a long way from being someone not really special to someone who'd cleaned up nice enough. Still not stunningly beautiful like the Bellas or Summer, but not an embarrassment either. Jon was not stunningly handsome in most people's eyes like Joe for example either.

"Do you really think I can wear this? Maybe I should sit in the back like you and Colby."

"No way! You will sit in the front with Jon because otherwise he will look like a socially incompetent jerk whom they let out of his box for one night."

I bought the dress from my own money because Jon hadn't left me his credit card like he had promised in the hectic this morning. Plus: I didn't need his damn money. I always provided for myself and I didn't need him to buy me something nice.

This would lead to a discussion in the evening. I was sure of it. Because Jon liked to do the complete opposite. He liked to pamper me and take care of me, always spending more money on me than I was comfortable with. He was really old fashioned that way.

"That's it, I will get you your own credit card. I don't want to look like an unpunctual and cheap bastard in public". "I told you like a million times that I am sorry Jon. It's not like I did it on purpose. I didn't go to sleep thinking about ways to embarrass you or make you look like a douche. You do that on your own; I don't need to waste my time on that".

"A douche, yeah? What are you then? You try so hard to please everyone as well. God forbid someone talks bad about you in public. Look at the bloody dress. You don't do dresses so why bother what other people think?"

"You don't do suits either and you got a bloody expensive one as well. And I look good in that dress, maybe I will be wearing dresses all the time now!"

"Like a little bimbo?"

"OH! How dare you, Dean." I wanted to slap him but he easily caught my hand.

Did I just call him Dean? Oh hell.

"Dean, huh?" he asked smirking now. It seemed like some of the tension left him.

"Sorry..." I mumbled trying to break free of his grip but he wouldn't let go.

"Call me Dean three times and I will spank you," he promised darkly.

"Really? Do you think I would let you?" "You will beg for more," he promised kissing me hard. "What are we even fighting about Jon? I know I messed up and we will both look like misplaced mannequin dolls at the HOF laughing at improper moments, and forgetting to get up in time for standing ovations. That's not for us. Let's not fight. However, I do look good in that dress and I didn't have to sell my soul to like it and to want to wear it." "That's great but I want you to never forget that I love you just the way you are. And btw I will make sure those pounds you lost since Christmas are getting back unto your hips because you are getting too thin."

"That's just the stress with moving and the situation at old job. They made me jump through hoops the last few weeks I was working there and it was just really stressful. I promise you that I don't have an eating disorder. Wait..." I walked to the mini bar, getting myself a coke and some chocolate. "As a matter of fact I will eat and drink this like right now. Happy?"

"Yes, looks good. How about we catch a movie and relax a little? There will be enough stress heading our way in the days to come."