Nothing much happened over the summer, Andrew and I had stayed together, and we didn't see much of each other, because he was on the road so much. Shane and I continued being friends and didn't sleep together. In August the Federation was in secret preparation for Vince's 55th birthday party. It was to be held on the 26th in a Stamford hotel. The family was responsible for getting Vince there; everyone else had a task. Andrews and mine was to collect the cake. We arrived at 7pm thirty minutes before the guest of honors arrival. Shane had placed fifty-five pictures of Vince on the website. Everyone turned up, office members that knew Vince, the roster and family and friends. The lights were turned out when a phone call was received from Stephanie, who was on her way Vince and the other McMahon's. We hid in the dark and waited. When Vince arrived we jumped out, surprising him. Vince grabbed Shane and declared: "Shane Brandon McMahon if I find out that you're behind this I'll beat your ass." Shane gulped a Vince McMahon big gulp of fear. The room erupted in laughter. We lit the cake at eight and the dancing began at half past. I danced with Andrew, Vince, Dwayne, both Hardyz and Jean Paul. I was sat with Andrew when Shane came over.
"Hey Test, can I steal your girl for a few dances?" he asked my boyfriend.
"Sure go-on Kara." he replied pushing me up and resuming his conversation with Adam and Jason.
"You look gorgeous, Kara." Shane said moving me towards the dance floor.
"Thank-you." I said. We began to move to the music, I relaxed in his arms. I was different around Shane, more relaxed, but not as open as I was around Andrew.
"Kara, I've missed you," he whispered.
"I've missed you too." I replied, before I realized what was happening, our lips were together in a kiss that was less than pure. By not having touched since before WrestleMania, we exploded. All our unspoken passion that had built up was in that kiss. We forgot where we were, as we merged together. I pulled away on noticing that all eyes in the room were focused on us. We separated and I instantly looked towards Andrew.
"Andrew?" I asked beginning to approach him. "Andrew?" I got closer to him and he stormed off. I glanced at Shane, but followed Andrew.
"Andrew." I grabbed his arm. "Andrew, please."
"What? What do you want me to say?" he asked.
"I'm sorry. It just happened, all right it meant nothing." I was sorry, but that kiss was inevitable.
"Yeah, it was a big nothing. I wouldn't be surprised if you had slept with Shane." I felt awful for what I had done, to Andrew. I couldn't deny that accusation.
"Andrew, I didn't mean for the kiss to happen. It was a mistake." I placed a hand on his chest. He knocked my hand off.
"Don't talk to me and definitely don't touch me." he pushed me away and walked away. I stood on the sidewalk stunned. A tear ran down my face.
"Marissa!" Shane shouted from somewhere. "'Rissa!" I turned around to see his wife getting into a cab. Shane ran down the steps and tried to get his wife's attention. He sighed heavily and turned to face the group that had collected. "What? Haven't you seen enough?" he yelled, the crowd failed to move. "You all happy that Shane McMahon isn't a fucking perfect as he's expected to be!" I felt for him. He was crying; the crowd dispersed leaving the two of us alone. "SHIT!"
"Don't curse." I said walking over to him. I wrapped my arms around him and we held each other. We rested our heads on each other's shoulders and cried.
"Hey Test, can I steal your girl for a few dances?" he asked my boyfriend.
"Sure go-on Kara." he replied pushing me up and resuming his conversation with Adam and Jason.
"You look gorgeous, Kara." Shane said moving me towards the dance floor.
"Thank-you." I said. We began to move to the music, I relaxed in his arms. I was different around Shane, more relaxed, but not as open as I was around Andrew.
"Kara, I've missed you," he whispered.
"I've missed you too." I replied, before I realized what was happening, our lips were together in a kiss that was less than pure. By not having touched since before WrestleMania, we exploded. All our unspoken passion that had built up was in that kiss. We forgot where we were, as we merged together. I pulled away on noticing that all eyes in the room were focused on us. We separated and I instantly looked towards Andrew.
"Andrew?" I asked beginning to approach him. "Andrew?" I got closer to him and he stormed off. I glanced at Shane, but followed Andrew.
"Andrew." I grabbed his arm. "Andrew, please."
"What? What do you want me to say?" he asked.
"I'm sorry. It just happened, all right it meant nothing." I was sorry, but that kiss was inevitable.
"Yeah, it was a big nothing. I wouldn't be surprised if you had slept with Shane." I felt awful for what I had done, to Andrew. I couldn't deny that accusation.
"Andrew, I didn't mean for the kiss to happen. It was a mistake." I placed a hand on his chest. He knocked my hand off.
"Don't talk to me and definitely don't touch me." he pushed me away and walked away. I stood on the sidewalk stunned. A tear ran down my face.
"Marissa!" Shane shouted from somewhere. "'Rissa!" I turned around to see his wife getting into a cab. Shane ran down the steps and tried to get his wife's attention. He sighed heavily and turned to face the group that had collected. "What? Haven't you seen enough?" he yelled, the crowd failed to move. "You all happy that Shane McMahon isn't a fucking perfect as he's expected to be!" I felt for him. He was crying; the crowd dispersed leaving the two of us alone. "SHIT!"
"Don't curse." I said walking over to him. I wrapped my arms around him and we held each other. We rested our heads on each other's shoulders and cried.