Chapter 29

Day 1

Diesel yawned as he sat up on the hotel bed, feeling the cold air circle around his body and a slight pain in his shoulder as he stretched his arms above his head. He touched his shoulder briefly before turning it from one side to the other, making sure he didn't pull a muscle or break any bones, and felt his muscle tighten a little, making him cringe. He stopped turning it and looked around the room, seeing how dark it looked despite the clock blinking on the desk and the shades pulled over the windows.

He placed his feet on the floor and removed the blankets over his lower body, grunting. His head began to spin once he felt a hint of pain, realizing he must have drank too much beer the night before. He swung his feet over the bed and felt them hit the floor with a loud thud, soon feeling a wet substance beneath them.

"What the-" Diesel began, quickly looking down.

Diesel noticed the substance wasn't ordinary, feeling warm and clumpy yet almost relaxing to the touch. He squinted his eyes, trying to see past the darkness, and saw the shape was that of an oval, but also noticed some of it looked splattered on the floor. He shook his head, cringing when he realized what he was stepping in.

"Gross." He whispered.

Suddenly, a light entered the room and Diesel shut his eyes tight, feeling small pains. He touched his eyes and rubbed them, quickly picking his feet up and swinging them back on to the bed, laying back down on the cold sheets. He managed to open his eyes and looked around the room, seeing the light shine on everything before looking over and seeing Razor pulling back the curtains.

"Good morning," Razor said, his voice rough. "I noticed you stepped in the throw up again."

"A-Again?" Diesel asked, adjusting to the light.

Razor looked at Diesel once he finished pulling back the curtains. "Yeah, man, you stepped in some last night when we got here. I think it was mine, but you know I can't seem to recall much when I'm drunk."

Diesel cringed and wanted to get the warm stuff off his feet. He tried to grab anything near him, but all he could see was the blankets and a handkerchief laying on top of the second pillow. He grabbed the handkerchief and quickly sat up and grabbed one of his feet, rubbing the substance off it.

"Hey, that's mine!" Razor yelled.

"Get another, I'm using it." Diesel said, wiping the substance off his foot.

"But that's my lucky handkerchief, man," Razor said, his voice slurred. He rubbed his head and walked towards the bathroom. "Come to think of it, I think that's the same one you stepped in last night."

Diesel looked up at Razor and opened his mouth, but quickly went back to rubbing his foot with the handkerchief. Once he finished getting the substance off his foot, he quickly switched to the other and rubbed endlessly on it until it all came off.

"You're lucky I don't knock you out for not cleaning it up last night." He whispered.

Razor came out of the bathroom with towels in his hands and walked over towards the spot where the substance laid. He covered it with one towel and used another to wipe it up.

"You're spreading it all over the carpet." Diesel said, a slight grin on his face.

"Housecleaning came to the door, but I didn't open it for her. I was too tired from last night to get up and pay her, besides you were asleep and I paid a good price for letting me try that Irish tea last night."

"You drank that Irish tea three times and you threw up in the bathroom."

Razor grinned. "Kid helped me woof it down."

"Yeah," Diesel frowned. "Once."

Before Razor could say anything to his friend, a knocking sound echoed through the room. Diesel looked up and heard the sound coming from the door, placing the handkerchief on the dresser next to the clock. Razor jumped when he saw his lucky handkerchief in his face and crawled backwards on his knees while continuing to clean up the mess.

Diesel sighed and swung his legs over the other side of the bed, quickly standing up and walking towards the door. The knocking continued a few more times as Diesel approached the door. He shut his eyes tight, trying to adjust to the light, before opening them and placing his hand on the doorknob,, turning it and opening the door.

"Hey."

"Hi," Diesel said, grabbing the door frame. "You from the cleaning service?"

"No, it's me Hunter."

"Oh, just kidding," Diesel laughed and stepped aside and allowed Hunter to enter the room. "Raz, it's Hunter."

Hunter grinned when he noticed how Razor looked at Diesel before continuing his work on the floor. He quickly looked around the room as he heard the door shut behind him. Diesel entered the bathroom as Hunter began to say, "I need some towels for my room if that's okay with you guys."

"What for, man?" Razor asked. "We're using them right now."

Diesel heard Hunter's words and stood outside the doorway. "Sure, we've got a few in here. Why?"

"It's a huge emergency," Hunter adjusted the sleeves on his sweatshirt. "Shawn's been throwing up all night and we ran out of towels, so I was hoping you wouldn't mind."

"Shawn?" Diesel asked, a concerned look on his face. "What happened?"

"I found him on the floor last night. He was really drunk and I carried him into the bedroom."

Razor laughed. "I knew he'd come around to drinking once he got comfortable around us. It only took him a few years."

Hunter and Diesel looked over at Razor, concerned and angry, and Diesel shook his head, not minding his friend's words.

"Is Shawn okay? This isn't like him to drink." Diesel asked, his eyes fixed on Hunter.

"Yeah, I think so, but he couldn't sleep last night and he started talking out of his head."

"That's definitely not Shawn." Diesel whispered.

Diesel quickly walked into the bathroom, his feet stomping the floor, and grabbed a few white towels off the rack and threw them at Hunter, who managed to catch a few before letting one slip. Diesel picked the last towel up and walked towards the front door, opening it and walking down the hall.

"Wait up," Hunter yelled. "I'll show you where my room is!"

Razor looked over his shoulder and saw the two men were gone, along with the door open. He slowly got to his feet and straightened his back, then walked over towards the door and closed it, the sound echoing across the room and down the hall. He walked over towards the second bed and picked up his duffel bag, tugging at the zipper as he managed to get the bag opened. He looked through his bag and felt a water bottle, candy wrappers, and a few papers until he came across a white container and picked it up with his hand. He dropped his bag on the bed and opened the cap on the container, looking over towards the refrigerator and walked over towards it, opening it and moved a carton of Milk out of the way and found a bottle of wine hidden in the corner. He grabbed it and took the top off the bottle, quickly drinking a few sips before placing two white objects in his hand.


Shawn closed his eyes and felt a wave of pain enter his body, causing him to grunt and clutch his stomach as he felt it churn and ache. He coughed as he felt his throat catch a small liquid, but it quickly went back down his throat. His head pounded as he tried to get comfortable on the bed, but kept moving as he felt something pulling at him. He opened his eyes and saw light all over the room, causing his eyes to pulse with pain.

He felt a noise in the distance, but couldn't make out what it was or who was causing it. He wanted to reach up and touch his head, as it felt cold, but when he tried to move his arms they felt heavy and couldn't lift them up.

Then, he felt a cold feeling engulf his head and made its way down his throat and towards his chest. Once the cold feeling lifted, he felt another cold feeling on his arms, along with a rough feeling on his forehead. Shawn moaned when he tried to open his eyes, but felt sharp pains from the sunlight in the corner of the room.

Hunter shook his head as he heard Shawn's voice and noticed his movements were slim, but his arms were trying to move as his head twisted from side to side on the pillow.

"This is horrible." Diesel said, looking down at Shawn's body.

"Yeah," Hunter said. "He drunk a full bottle of wine, but other than that I don't know how much liquor he poured down his throat."

Diesel sighed and touched Shawn's forehead again, making sure he wasn't too fevered that they'd have to take him to the hospital. He felt some liquid on his palm and realized Shawn was covered in sweat. Diesel rubbed his hand against his pants and looked away from his friend, trying not to cause a scene and yell at a man who can barely move. Hunter grabbed Shawn's head with his hands and it caused Shawn to breathe slowly, making his body relax. Hunter slowly let go and watched Shawn rest his head against the pillow, his movements still.

"I think he's better now." Hunter whispered, slowly straightening up.

Diesel shook his head. "Shawn's never done this before. Something has to be wrong."

Hunter nodded and quickly grabbed the towels from off the end of the bed and walked over towards one of the sides, placing one towel on the ground and covering the mess. Diesel looked back at Shawn and saw his friend sleeping, then walked over to the second bed and decided to help Hunter with the towels.


Later that Night. 7:20 P.M.

"No...No...Please stop...Don't..."

Shawn gripped the sheets below him as his face dripped with sweat, his head twisting from side to side. His eyes tightened as he continued to mumble in his sleep.

"No!"

Hunter opened his eyes quickly, hearing the sound of Shawn's voice and looked over at the other bed, seeing the figure of Shawn sitting up and breathing deeply, his eyes wide and his body shaking. He got off the bed and walked over towards Shawn, who didn't move an inch.

"Hello." He said, trying to understand what just happened.

Shawn blinked his eyes and noticed he was nowhere near the living room, his shoes were missing, and he felt cold despite the warm blankets covering his body. He felt a little dizzy as he tried to shake his head to wake up, but felt a sharp pain as he twisted his head from one side to the other. He groaned and grabbed his head instantly, soon feeling his stomach churn and ache.

"You okay?" Hunter asked, grabbing a dishcloth off the floor.

Shawn rubbed his eyes and looked around the room, hearing the familiar voice. "Where am I?"

"In the bedroom," Hunter said, walking over towards the edge of the bed and sitting down. Shawn happened to notice this. "You were drunk last night and I helped you get in bed and all the other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

Shawn grew confused. He didn't remember getting drunk. All he could recall was the sounds and people around him. The sorrow he felt. He grabbed his head and rubbed his hair, moaning, hoping to ease some of the pain.

"You threw up a few times," Hunter cringed. "It was hard seeing you like that given your friends say you don't usually drink."

Shawn felt his face get hot, a hint of embarrassment passing through him as he realized what he done in front of this man. Of course he'd been around Hunter for some time, but he didn't feel right when it came to talking or making any movements around him. Hunter just seemed too friendly. as if he trusted everyone around him.

He shook his head and said, "I-I wish I could...I mean, I don't drink all the time."

Hunter smirked. "Your still talking out of your head."

"I'm telling the truth." Shawn rubbed the back of his head and attempted to ease his legs over the side of the bed, but he felt crushed with all the blankets on top of him.

Hunter clutched the dishcloth in his hands and slowly stood up, saying, "You should lay back down while I get you some medicine."

Shawn nodded his head, feeling his body slump beneath him, and quickly felt the dishcloth cover his forehead, feeling cold at the touch. Hunter felt the rough carpet on his knees as he picked up some towels off the floor and watched as Shawn closed his eyes, but soon opened them again when he bumped into the dresser nearby and caused the bed to shake.

"Ow." Shawn touched his forehead, feeling the cold dishcloth and bits of hair. Sharp pains instantly seeped through his head with every move he made.

"Sorry." Hunter said, grinning.

Shawn closed his eyes tight as he felt another pain in his head and tried to think about what happened at the bar. He didn't drink all that much, and he couldn't have wandered away on his own, so now he was in his bedroom with Hunter looking after him. The same man he barely talked to the night before after what happened at the meeting. What Hunter did made Shawn angry then, making a joke out of the mood, but now he didn't seem angry anymore.

Hunter stood over to the other side of the room looking through a bag, the sounds of bottles and clothes being looked through, and quickly found what he was looking for. He smiled and placed the wallet back in his bag, turning around and looking over at Shawn, saying, "I'll be right back. Just stay and rest."

"Okay." Shawn whispered.

Hunter slowly walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing across the room, making Shawn cringe, and looked back at Shawn before opening the front door and closing it in one swing. Shawn opened his eyes and twisted over on to his side, but slowly made way to his back once the pain in his stomach got worse. He managed to keep the dishcloth steady on his forehead with his hand, and slowly looked around the room some more, noticing the drawn curtains in the far corner and the multiple towels piled one by one on the floor.

Just then, the door opened with a loud thud and caused Shawn to clutch his head again, the pain getting worse with every noise. He heard multiple footsteps enter the room and looked over to see Diesel and Razor looking at him.

"Hey, man," Razor said, clutching a bottle of water in his hands. He walked over towards Shawn's bed and extended the bottle. "That was some party last night."

"Party?" Shawn asked, immediately taking the bottle.

"Yep. Best party I've been to in a while." Razor chuckled.

Shawn smiled a little and twisted the cap off the bottle, making sure he didn't spill any water before drinking some in large gulps. The cold taste made him thirst for more.

Razor grabbed the water bottle out of Shawn's hands with an irritated look in his eyes. "We need some water, too, you know?"

Shawn wiped his mouth and smiled, looking at his friend. He quickly noticed Diesel standing in the corner looking at him with his arms across his chest. His eyes staring down at him.

"Hey, Diesel." Shawn said.

"Man," Diesel whispered. "Why would he do this?"

"What?" Shawn asked.

"I said why would you do this? You would've been killed or hurt had we not taken you home."

Shawn grew confused. "Was I that bad?"

"No, man," Razor shook Shawn's shoulder with his hand. "You and him went home with Hunter while me and Kid went to a place called Backseat Driving with some ladies."

"You weren't that drunk before this, Shawn. Just afterwards. What happened?"

Shawn looked down, trying to remember if he was too drunk before they left or did he just open a bottle for fun?

"I remember the sounds and bumping into people, but other than that-" He paused before continuing. "Wait...I think I remember us in the bathroom and someone was throwing up. It couldn't have been me because I was watching that guy the whole time. I...I was sad and nervous and didn't feel like getting into a party mood."

"At least you remember something." Diesel said, looking down at the floor.

Razor patted Shawn's shoulder before sitting down on the second bed and stretched his body against it, laying back against the pillows.

"That's Hunter's bed." Diesel said.

"Yeah, yeah," Razor waved his hand. "He won't mind."

Shawn looked over and saw Diesel shake his head, then slowly walk over towards the bed and sat down on the edge. Diesel sighed before saying, "I was so worried about you. You're not one to just drink out of the blue. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too." Shawn frowned.

"Hey," Razor called. "Remember that time we we're in England and that Cop told us to get out of the club just for hitting on that waitress in the short skirt?"

"Yeah." Shawn whispered, grinning.

"You grabbed her and whispered something in her ear before that Cop yelled at us," Diesel said, laughing a little. "It wasn't funny then, but now it seems that night was the funniest thing in the world."

"Not as funny when we-" Razor began.

Then, the door opened again and Hunter entered the room carrying a plastic bag in his hands. Diesel stood up and nodded his head, then got off the bed and made way for Hunter to get through. Razor sat up and quickly got off the bed and stood next to the duffel bag on the side.

"Here you go." Hunter said, placing the bag on the dresser.

Shawn limply smiled. "Thanks."

Diesel sighed. "We should get going. There's a lot to do tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Shawn asked.

"Yeah," Razor slurred. "Packing, traveling, eating, hotel picking, the usual."

"Oh." Shawn whispered. He almost forgot about the event coming up.

"We'll see you guys in the morning," Diesel said, walking towards the door. "Tell Kid he can ride with us if he wants."

"Okay."' Hunter said, smiling.

"Goodnight." Razor said as Diesel opened the door and the two walked out of the room.

Once the door closed, Hunter sighed and laid down on his bed, crossing his arms around his chest. He looked over at Shawn, who looked down and began to pull the blankets off his legs and chest. Shawn managed to pull half of them off before slipping his legs out of the warmth and swung them over the side of the bed, touching the cold floor.

Shawn glanced up at Hunter one more time before standing up and, maintaining his balance, walked over towards the dresser and picked up the bag. He grabbed the medicine bottle and twisted the cap until it came off, then placed two pills in his hand. He looked around the room and then at Hunter, whose eyes were closed. Shawn's heart pounded as he tried to find the words to say, being he never talked much to this man before. The only time the two had a long conversation was when they ended up traveling together to an arena after Razor got mad at Shawn for...

Shaking his head, Shawn managed to forget about that day and focused on what was happening now.

"H-Hunter?" Shawn said, nearly a whisper.

Hunter opened his eyes. "Yes?"

"Do you know where my duffel bag is?"

"Oh, yeah, it's in the kitchen." Hunter breathed heavily.

Shawn nodded and quickly grabbed the doorknob and opened the door, closing it as soon as he stepped out of the room. He walked towards the kitchen and found a light switch on the wall nearby, flipping it on to reveal a white counter with chairs all around it. He walked over towards the counter and placed the two pills down on it, then looked around along the chairs, but he couldn't find what he was looking for. He looked under the table, but didn't find anything there. When he straightened back up, he looked around the room and quickly noticed an object sitting on the couch nearby.

He walked over towards the couch and slowly recognized the object as his duffel bag and, smiling, picked it up. He reached his hand towards the zipper, but once he reached the zipper, he noticed the bag was already opened and everything inside looked as if it was messed with.

Shawn grew confused and slowly made way towards the middle of the couch, sitting down and placing the bag on his knees. He picked up a few objects, such as a shirt, two pants, some shoes, a calendar, and his attires, but soon shook his head and decided to place the objects beside him. He rubbed his eyes and placed his hand on one of the side pockets, grabbing the zipper and opening it, revealing a few water bottles and a can of soup. Shawn grabbed a water bottle, a little hot at the touch, and straightened up, his muscles aching.

As he walked over towards the counter, he began to recount the moment he placed that cold bottle to his lips, the taste strong at first, but satisfying once he got used to the horrible flavor. He didn't know why the brown liquor tasted so good when that first wave hit his mouth, then another. Another. Another. He wanted to stop, but he didn't feel any control. Anything he felt before, sadness, loneliness, didn't seem to bother him.

It felt different, but good, too. His heart pounded in his chest when he realized the alcohol made him feel what he wanted to feel: Happy.

Alone in a world that felt safe. By himself.

Now he was staring at two pills in his hand and a water bottle in the other, feeling his head ache as he began to come back to his senses. It was a stupid thing he did and now had to live with for the rest of the night into tomorrow. His eyes felt heavy as his stomach churned, feeling a slight pain within.


WrestleMania 11.

"It was an honor to be your special guest tonight, Mr. McMahon."

"Anytime, Ms. Anderson." Vince smiled as he shook the famous actress's hand.

It had been a fantastic night for the superstars as they got to work side by side with celebrities and singers from Hollywood. No one was more excited than Vince, who spent a lot of money and patience to make this night special. He asked that all the guests were to be treated with respect and everyone else to act like women and gentlemen.

Shawn waited quietly by the door as he saw the blonde actress shake people's hands and gave hugs to a few lucky men. Shawn had to admit he was a lucky man himself when Vince called him into his office and told him he was going to do a promo with Pamela Anderson herself, but of course he couldn't work with her the day of the pay-per-view because he was going to take another famous actress, whose name was hard to recall, down the aisle during his entrance.

He looked down when the actress approached a man beside him and shook his hand. Breathing deeply, Shawn looked up and saw the actress approach him and extended her hand. Shawn smiled and reached out his trembling hand to touch Pamela's, whose hand turned out softer than he thought. When both of their hands pulled back, Shawn cleared his throat and felt his face get hot, trying to find the right words to say to the beautiful woman.

Then, he felt a light grasp around his back and soon realized the actress was hugging him. He placed his hands on her back and respectfully returned the hug. The actress then pulled away and looked at Shawn, placing her arms by her side. Shawn did the same and looked back at her.

"It was an honor to work with you, too." Pamela said, looking in Shawn's eyes.

"T-Thank you, Ms. Anderson," Shawn's heart pounded in his chest. "I enjoyed working with you as well."

Pamela smiled and quickly walked towards the next group of people waiting their turn for the actress's approval. Shawn limply smiled and tried hard not to stare at the actress too long. Vince would be angry.

Shawn then felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and quickly looked up, seeing the smiling face of Diesel next to him.

"Lucky," Diesel grinned. "All she gave me was a handshake. I invited her to the ring and everything, man."

Shawn shrugged off Diesel's touch and said, "You two did a good job tonight."

"So did you," Diesel said, adjusting the golden title on his shoulder. "We put on a good match and that's all that matters. But I have to admit, when Earl hurt his ankle I thought we were going to have to end the match early."

"Thanks. I hope he's okay." Shawn said, smiling a little.

Diesel nodded. "Yeah...I think he'll pull through."

Shawn smiled and quickly noticed Pamela getting escorted out the door by a man in a suit. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over, seeing Diesel signal his hand and slowly walked with his friend past the crowd and down the hall. Shawn couldn't help but feel a lot of men staring at him as he passed them by, but decided it was best to keep quiet and ignore their stares.

Once the two friends made way down the hall, they happened to notice another celebrity by the name of Johnathan shaking hands and being escorted out by a woman in a dress.

"Nice kid." Diesel said.

The two friends stopped down the hall and noticed a few wrestlers at the end, one of them being their friend Razor. He seemed to be having fun with the other men, a few of them holding bottles of champagne while others were laughing and talking about the night.

"Raz!" Diesel yelled, waving his hand.

Razor looked up from the crowd and noticed his friends waving towards him on the other side. He walked over towards the two and smiled.

"Did you see the dress Pamela had on? Man, that was one good-looking woman." Razor grinned.

Diesel smacked Razor's arm and said, "Dude, we can't talk about that kind of stuff around here. Wait 'till later."

"Sorry, man." Razor whispered, rubbing his arm.

Shawn smiled lightly at Razor's comment but quickly tried to ignore it when he noticed a man in a leather jacket and jet black hair looking at him across the hall, causing him to look down immediately. He knew who that man was and wanted nothing to do with him.

"...And why not go out to a party later on? Maybe some more people would like to join us and then we could-" Razor continued on talking as Diesel listened.

"We don't have time. First, we've got to pack and get to another hotel before the end of the night." Diesel said.

"Alright. Alright. Don't get so bossy, man," Razor grinned a little and looked over at Shawn, whose head was down. "Shawn, man, you want to party tonight?"

Shawn heard his name being called and quickly looked up at his friends. He gulped when he looked over and saw the same man continue to stare at him.

"N-No, I don't think we should. I'm on the show tomorrow and Vince is letting me take time off." He said.

"For what?" Diesel asked.

Shawn opened his mouth, but quickly looked down when he heard footsteps approach the group and quickly felt a slap on his shoulder before seeing a man approach Razor, who hugged the man and smiled. Shawn rubbed the back of his shoulder, feeling the pain on his skin, and winced. He soon recognized the man and the same leather jacket and black hair he saw before as this one.

"Hey, Bret, how's it going?" Razor said.

"Good," Bret smirked. "Tough crowd tonight, huh?"

"They weren't that tough on me." Razor said, smiling.

Diesel looked down at the floor, but quickly looked up and noticed Shawn's actions, his eyes looking around the room and his hands trembling at his side. He quickly took the actions seriously and continued to listen in on Razor and Bret's conversation, Razor telling about his match and partying.

"Sounds good to me." Bret said, listening to Razor.

Bret noticed Diesel in the corner, listening but not saying a word. He turned around, a smirk on his face, and saw the man behind him looking at the floor. He looked at the man's clothes and saw how nice they looked, but then again his own clothes weren't bad, either. A feeling of anger and disappointment suddenly hit him. He saw the look on the man's face, his eyes glancing upwards, and smiled wide at him, loving the way the man coward back.

"I'm sorry, did you want to say anything?" Bret asked.

Shawn's heart pounded when he heard the man's voice talking to him and quickly looked up, staring directly into the man's eyes. How cold they looked.

"Well? You gonna say anything? Huh?"

Shawn gulped, Bret's body leaning closer towards his, and said, "I-I...n-no."

"Okay then," Bret sneered. "I see your not the ladies type. Couldn't blame you with all those earrings in your ears."

Shawn felt his face get hot when Bret started chuckling. Razor let out a little chuckle himself. Diesel looked at the two men laughing and Shawn simultaneously before throwing the title on the floor and quickly grabbed Bret by the collar of his shirt, causing Bret to stop laughing and look straight into the other man's eyes, his hands gripping the other's.

Diesel began to press down on Bret's shirt. "If you ever say anything like that to him again, I swear I will-"

"Hey, man," Razor grabbed Diesel's forearm. "Bret was just kidding around."

"It wasn't that funny, Raz." Shawn whispered.

Bret looked over at Shawn, how pathetic he looked, and managed to slip out of Diesel's grasp. Diesel brought his hands back at his side and began to breathe deeply.

"Fine," Bret said, backing up. "I didn't want to hang with you losers anyway."

Shawn watched as Bret quickly turned around and walked down the hall, now empty as the rest of the superstars had left. Only a few men with similar leather jackets were standing in the far corner, watching Bret pass them, and looked over at the group. They then slowly followed Bret down the hall. Diesel sighed as he noticed Razor picking up the title off the floor, holding it in his hands.

Diesel looked back at the other two men before looking at Shawn, saying, "You alright?"

Shawn nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"You sure?" Diesel asked, placing a hand on Shawn's shoulder.

Before Shawn could say anything, Razor threw the title at Diesel's chest and walked down the hall, his feet stomping the cold floor.

"Raz-" Shawn began.

"Thanks a lot, you guys!" Razor called, walking into one of the locker rooms and slamming the door.

Diesel shook his head and walked down the hall, Shawn following him as they managed to find their locker room.


A few hours later

Shawn stood quietly in the hall, thinking to himself as the place now felt deserted than what was once a crowded area. He managed to get the last of the buttons on his shirt fixed before looking around and thinking about the night. It was special indeed, but now it felt like he wasn't enjoying himself like he thought he would.

He adjusted his duffel bag on his shoulder on and quickly smiled a little, remembering the hug Pamela gave him. He felt honored to work with her, as well as anyone else, but it was hard to keep his real feelings hidden from the feelings he had to feel walking down the aisle to face an opponent almost every night. At least now he could give his body a rest and relax for the next few months until Vince calls him back.

Then, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, instantly feeling a pair of lips touching his.

Shawn pulled back and smiled, recognizing the person before him.

"Hey." He said, smiling.

"Hello," Sunny said, smiling herself and giggling a little. "How was your night?"

"It was...nice." Shawn said.

"Good," Sunny said. "I had a nice night myself."

Shawn looked around the room and quickly looked back at Sunny, who smiled and gripped the bag of clothes and attires in her hand.

"I wish I could spend more time with you, but you're going back to Texas for a few months." Sunny said, a slight whine in her voice.

"We can still talk to each other." Shawn said.

"Yes," Sunny kissed Shawn on the lips and smiled. "But it wouldn't be the same."

"I know."

Shawn lightly smiled and looked at Sunny, who quickly looked at him.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"Am I just as pretty as Pamela?"

Shawn felt his heart jump and breathed deeply. "Y-Yes."

"Thank you." Sunny said, grabbing Shawn's hand and walking with him out the door. "I knew you'd say that."

On the other side of the hall, Bret stood and watched as the woman he loved and the man he despised walked hand in hand together towards their rental cars. He took a deep breath and quickly walked down the hall to get his things, knowing one day she was going to break the boytoy's heart.


"You alright?"

Shawn jumped and turned around, noticing the figure of Hunter behind him, a concerned look on his face. He looked back at the couch, the mess of clothes and objects visible in the light, then slowly looked down and wiped the remaining tears off his face.

Hunter noticed Shawn's actions and the multiple clothes and attires laying on the couch, but didn't think it was the right time to ask questions.

"I-I'm fine." Shawn whispered, his head down.

"You were gone a long time and I just came to check on you." Hunter said, walking around towards the side of the couch noticing the objects.

"Okay." Shawn said.

Shawn looked up and clutched the bottle of water in his hand as he placed the two pills in his mouth, then twisted the cap off the water bottle and drank a few gulps of water. Hunter breathed deeply and walked across the living room towards the bedroom door. Shawn noticed this and looked back at the couch, his things still visible in the light. He looked back at Hunter, who now was laying on his bed, and swallowed some more water before placing the bottle on the counter and walked towards the bedroom.