Shawn pulled the rental car up in front of the small Italian bistro,
turning in his seat to smile at Rob. "Relax, babe. None of the other guys
knows about this place."
Rob smiled nervously. "I hope so. The others are beginning to notice that we've been together almost constantly during the past few days."
Shawn chuckled softly, and they both got out of the car, Rob moving around it to stand next to him on the sidewalk. He took Rob's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You worry too much, Gumby. I'm tellin' ya, there's no way that anyone'll see us here." He led Rob inside and up to the hostess. She looked up and he smiled. "Reservation for Shawn."
She looked down at the notebook on the podium, and looked back up. "Of course sir, your table will be ready in a few minutes." She moved off, to find someone to go clear a table.
Rob looked at Shawn, "Are you positive that no one knows about this place?"
Shawn closed the distance between him and kissed him, lingering a few moments before pulling away. He smiled slightly. "Don't worry so much, babe."
Eric Bischoff sat in the corner of the restaurant, waiting for his sister to get back. He looked around the place, glad that he had let her pick the restaurant. There was no way that any of the WWE staff would bump into him here.
His sister, Melanie, walked out of the ladies' room and headed back towards their table. He and Melanie were as different as night and day. She had inherited their mother's honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, while he had gotten their father's dark looks. And she had always been kind and sweet, while he had grown ruthless and conniving. Despite the differences, though, they were close.
Eric flashed he a smile as she sat down. "Hey Mel, so anyways.what's new?"
She smiled back, picking up her menu. "Not a heck of a lot, Eric."
The bell above the door rang and he automatically glanced over at it, looking at the people walking in. The smile on his face wiped clean.
He heard Mel chuckle, "You're too damn nosy, bro." Her words trailed away as she recognized the couple. "Oh my God, is that.?"
"Yeah Mel, it is." There, standing in the doorway, holding hands, was Shawn Michaels and Rob Van Dam.
Eric shook his head. He had watched the tape, and it had unnerved him a bit. But he had decided to keep it quiet for now; he really hadn't thought that it had any bearing on him or RAW, up until now. He sighed. There was absolutely no way that they were a couple, it just wasn't possible. There had to be another explanation. He wracked his brain for one, and then came up with a rationalization. Rob knew about Shawn and was just being nice. Rob was being his usual positive self.
And then, he saw them kiss.
Author's note- Sorry about the length of this chapter. I am having a houseful of people here tomorrow, and I need to finish cleaning. **groans**. Anyways, I will try to get two chapters up after they leave tomorrow, but.we'll see. I might have to wait until Friday. Please keep the reviews coming.
Oh, and by the way, I got a kick out of the "Eric Bischoff being worse than the KGB" comment. Just thought I'd mention that.
Rob smiled nervously. "I hope so. The others are beginning to notice that we've been together almost constantly during the past few days."
Shawn chuckled softly, and they both got out of the car, Rob moving around it to stand next to him on the sidewalk. He took Rob's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You worry too much, Gumby. I'm tellin' ya, there's no way that anyone'll see us here." He led Rob inside and up to the hostess. She looked up and he smiled. "Reservation for Shawn."
She looked down at the notebook on the podium, and looked back up. "Of course sir, your table will be ready in a few minutes." She moved off, to find someone to go clear a table.
Rob looked at Shawn, "Are you positive that no one knows about this place?"
Shawn closed the distance between him and kissed him, lingering a few moments before pulling away. He smiled slightly. "Don't worry so much, babe."
Eric Bischoff sat in the corner of the restaurant, waiting for his sister to get back. He looked around the place, glad that he had let her pick the restaurant. There was no way that any of the WWE staff would bump into him here.
His sister, Melanie, walked out of the ladies' room and headed back towards their table. He and Melanie were as different as night and day. She had inherited their mother's honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, while he had gotten their father's dark looks. And she had always been kind and sweet, while he had grown ruthless and conniving. Despite the differences, though, they were close.
Eric flashed he a smile as she sat down. "Hey Mel, so anyways.what's new?"
She smiled back, picking up her menu. "Not a heck of a lot, Eric."
The bell above the door rang and he automatically glanced over at it, looking at the people walking in. The smile on his face wiped clean.
He heard Mel chuckle, "You're too damn nosy, bro." Her words trailed away as she recognized the couple. "Oh my God, is that.?"
"Yeah Mel, it is." There, standing in the doorway, holding hands, was Shawn Michaels and Rob Van Dam.
Eric shook his head. He had watched the tape, and it had unnerved him a bit. But he had decided to keep it quiet for now; he really hadn't thought that it had any bearing on him or RAW, up until now. He sighed. There was absolutely no way that they were a couple, it just wasn't possible. There had to be another explanation. He wracked his brain for one, and then came up with a rationalization. Rob knew about Shawn and was just being nice. Rob was being his usual positive self.
And then, he saw them kiss.
Author's note- Sorry about the length of this chapter. I am having a houseful of people here tomorrow, and I need to finish cleaning. **groans**. Anyways, I will try to get two chapters up after they leave tomorrow, but.we'll see. I might have to wait until Friday. Please keep the reviews coming.
Oh, and by the way, I got a kick out of the "Eric Bischoff being worse than the KGB" comment. Just thought I'd mention that.