Summary: Bo Dallas and Corrine Calloway have known each other practically their whole lives, now their grown, and starting their careers in the WWE. In the events of one night, will they be able to stay friends, or will they finally realize their love for each other? Story requested by ChicagoChaingang.
"Hi," said the little boy walking over to Corrine in the green room.
"Hi," she said back, her eyebrows furrowing. She was a quiet, shy girl, and she had wanted to be left alone. But now there was another kid, and she'd probably be forced to play with him.
"My name is Taylor, but you can call me Bo."
"I'm Corrine."
"Do you want to color with me?"
Corrine stood in the center of the dance floor being coerced into dancing by some of the other divas. Bo sat at the bar, a drink in his hand, watching and trying not to laugh. She looked up and made eye contact with her friend, and he smiled encouragingly. She turned away, and he immersed himself in his thoughts once again. "When are you going to ask her out?"
"What?" he asked, turning to face his brother.
"Corrine. Dude, it's so obvious you're in love with her. You have been since the day you met."
Bo shook his head, "No."
Windham raised an eyebrow, "Just look at the way you stare at her, all longingly and stuff. I'm surprised she hasn't figured it out yet."
Windham stopped talking as Corrine approached. "I'm so tired," she said, taking a seat at the bar, next to Bo.
He smiled sympathetically, and placed his hand on her shoulder, "Would you like for me to take you back to the hotel?"
She nodded.
"Okay." He paid their tabs, and they walked outside. Corrine stumbled a little, and he caught her, grabbing her forearm until she had steadied herself. She smiled at him and laid her head against his arm as they walked to the car.
By the time they got to the hotel, Corrine was asleep. "Corrine," he tried to wake her up, but she was passed out. He got out and walked around to her side. He pulled her out of the car, holding her in his arms; he carried her into the hotel, and up to her room.
When he got to her room, he stood her on her feet, and attempted to wake her up, "I need your key," he told her.
She woke up just enough to fish around in her purse for it. She handed him the card and he swiped it. The light turned from red to green, and he heard the click. He pushed the door open, and then picked her up again, carrying her inside the room.
He laid her down on the bed, and she kicked her shoes off on her own. She reached up, her hand cupped his face, "You're so pretty," she whispered.
He couldn't help but laugh, "No more alcohol for you," he whispered back. "Good night." He straightened himself and turned to leave.
"Wait!" she called out. He turned to face her. She was propping herself up on her forearms. "Stay with me tonight."
He shook his head, sadly, "I can't."
She looked heartbroken, but he knew she was drunk, and he just wanted her to sleep it off.
"I'll see you in the morning."
He turned back around, and as the door shut, he thought he heard her say, "I love you." He shook his head, assuming he was hearing things because of the conversation he'd had with his brother an hour or so before. He sighed as he walked back to his room and got ready for bed.
When morning came, he woke up and went down to the lobby for breakfast. He found Corrine sitting at a table with a plate of waffles. Her clothes she had worn the night before were rumpled from being slept in, and her black hair was tangled, and her green eyes were red and puffy. He smiled when she looked up at him, and she scowled, which he thought made her look even cuter.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
She scowled again.
He laughed.
"Why are you always so happy?"
"Because you're my best friend."
She scowled again.
He leaned over and kissed her.
"What did you do that for?"
"Because I love you."
She smiled and kissed him back.