Chapter 6 Flash Back
"No, wait! What are you doing?" Jessica demanded backing away from Rey. He had a devilish grin on his face as he closed in on her. "Oscar, no! No!" she shrieked, running and giggling madly. He ran after her, effortlessly overtaking her. He grabbed her around her waist, both falling to the floor.
He pinned her with on arm, and sprayed the whipped cream all over her face. She yelled loudly, but he quieted her with a mouthful. He sat up and laughed. She too sat up, coughing. "You jerk!" she choked out and shoved him playfully. He reached over and wiped the cream out of her eyes and kissed her forehead.
"Mm, tastes good," he laughed licking the cream off of his lips. "Yeah I know!" they both laughed. She suddenly jumped at him, rubbing the whipped cream all over his face and shirt. The two rolled around on the floor, laughing and yelling, until both were out of breath, lying next to each other.
"Wow we sure made a mess," he laughed, looking around her small kitchen. "Yeah, well you don't have to clean it up," she sighed. "Here I'll help you." He grabbed a glass of water off the counter, and dumped it on her head. She cried out in shock and jumped off the floor. "Oh that's it little man! It's on!" she yelled filling her own glass up and throwing it at him.
After getting over his shock, he as able to get up and run after her.
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These happy thoughts filled his head as he slumped against the wall of his hotel room. Tears filled his eyes. He laughed thinking of how they had tore up her apartment with their water fight, letting the tears fall. He quickly wiped them away. He let out a ragged breath and re-read the message Stephanie McMahon had sent him.
" Oscar, just thought I'd let you know that Smackdown is going to be in Orlando this coming Tuesday, I'd love for you to be there. Think about it. Stephanie"
Tuesday, that was the next day. He ran his finger through his short black hair, and sighed. "Jess, I hope that was you. I hope all of this is worth the pain." He forced himself up and into the shower, he was going out. Mainly to see if he could find any sign of her in any of the clubs.
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He swallowed the last of his drink, and headed back to the bar for a refill. "What's up dude?" he turned to the man who sat next to him at the bar. "Pardon?" he replied. "You look down in the dumps, girl problems?" he asked. Rey laughed slightly, "You could say that."
His drink was set in front of him, but before he could reach his wallet the man pulled his out, "No man, my treat," he said and handed the bartender some money. "So, where you from? Cause you're obviously not from around here."
"What makes you say that?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink. "Name's Alex, an I can tell because no one here would order that drink. I'd say you're from California or some place on the west coast," he predicted. "You can tell I'm from California just by what drink I have? That is talent," Rey laughed. "Yeah, I can tell a lot about people just by looking at them." He studied Rey's face for a few moments before continuing, "You're looking for something. It almost seems like a matter of life and death to you." Rey was impressed. "You know more about me than I do," he said with a smile a swallow of his drink, he gagged it down. "You're not big on drinking, that I can tell by your lack of shot taking skill," Alex laughed and slapped Rey's shoulder, "But here's something I don't know, what are you lookin' for?"
"No, wait! What are you doing?" Jessica demanded backing away from Rey. He had a devilish grin on his face as he closed in on her. "Oscar, no! No!" she shrieked, running and giggling madly. He ran after her, effortlessly overtaking her. He grabbed her around her waist, both falling to the floor.
He pinned her with on arm, and sprayed the whipped cream all over her face. She yelled loudly, but he quieted her with a mouthful. He sat up and laughed. She too sat up, coughing. "You jerk!" she choked out and shoved him playfully. He reached over and wiped the cream out of her eyes and kissed her forehead.
"Mm, tastes good," he laughed licking the cream off of his lips. "Yeah I know!" they both laughed. She suddenly jumped at him, rubbing the whipped cream all over his face and shirt. The two rolled around on the floor, laughing and yelling, until both were out of breath, lying next to each other.
"Wow we sure made a mess," he laughed, looking around her small kitchen. "Yeah, well you don't have to clean it up," she sighed. "Here I'll help you." He grabbed a glass of water off the counter, and dumped it on her head. She cried out in shock and jumped off the floor. "Oh that's it little man! It's on!" she yelled filling her own glass up and throwing it at him.
After getting over his shock, he as able to get up and run after her.
* * * * * * *
These happy thoughts filled his head as he slumped against the wall of his hotel room. Tears filled his eyes. He laughed thinking of how they had tore up her apartment with their water fight, letting the tears fall. He quickly wiped them away. He let out a ragged breath and re-read the message Stephanie McMahon had sent him.
" Oscar, just thought I'd let you know that Smackdown is going to be in Orlando this coming Tuesday, I'd love for you to be there. Think about it. Stephanie"
Tuesday, that was the next day. He ran his finger through his short black hair, and sighed. "Jess, I hope that was you. I hope all of this is worth the pain." He forced himself up and into the shower, he was going out. Mainly to see if he could find any sign of her in any of the clubs.
* * * * * * *
He swallowed the last of his drink, and headed back to the bar for a refill. "What's up dude?" he turned to the man who sat next to him at the bar. "Pardon?" he replied. "You look down in the dumps, girl problems?" he asked. Rey laughed slightly, "You could say that."
His drink was set in front of him, but before he could reach his wallet the man pulled his out, "No man, my treat," he said and handed the bartender some money. "So, where you from? Cause you're obviously not from around here."
"What makes you say that?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink. "Name's Alex, an I can tell because no one here would order that drink. I'd say you're from California or some place on the west coast," he predicted. "You can tell I'm from California just by what drink I have? That is talent," Rey laughed. "Yeah, I can tell a lot about people just by looking at them." He studied Rey's face for a few moments before continuing, "You're looking for something. It almost seems like a matter of life and death to you." Rey was impressed. "You know more about me than I do," he said with a smile a swallow of his drink, he gagged it down. "You're not big on drinking, that I can tell by your lack of shot taking skill," Alex laughed and slapped Rey's shoulder, "But here's something I don't know, what are you lookin' for?"