Hunter Hearst-Helmsley groaned loudly as he blinked in the sunlight
filtering in through the curtains. "What the fuck?" he cursed as he rolled
onto his side-and promptly fell off the bed. Hunter heaved himself off the
floor-and that was when he realized he was naked. "What the fuck?" He said
again, looking down at himself in horror. Where the hell where his clothes?
There were a thousand other questions coming to the fore in his mind. Like, where was he? What was he doing here? How had he gotten here.he hadn't even had any alcohol last night.and it would have taken quite a bit to get him to this state of being. Who the hell had he been with last night? He vaguely remember a brunette..and he remembered seeing Stephanie..but Stephanie couldn't have been here, she was in New York with Linda. So that must have been some kind of hallucination, right? Hunter buried his throbbing head in his hands.
He glanced at the clock beside the bed...10:28 a.m. What had happened last night? Why did he feel like he'd been hit with a two by four? His mouth tasted like cotton and copper. And why did he remember blinding flashes of light and loud clicking noises.and laughter. He remember laughing, a woman's laugh..it sounded so familiar. A soft hand, running down his body...the feeling of long hair trailing down his chest. There had been someone else there....a man...he was familiar too. His forehead scrunched up in an effort to recall.
Had he spent the night with some woman he didn't even remember? Hunter looked around the room for clues.there were no pictures, no papers, not much of anything, really..and worst of all, he couldn't even find an article of his clothing. Or any clothing, for that matter.
He had to get the hell out of here, and he had to do it now. Hunter wrapped the bed sheet around him and peered around the bed. His wallet.come on, let them at least have left his damn wallet! But all he found was a crumpled picture underneath one of the blankets. He unfolded it shakily. It was a picture of Stephanie that he'd never gotten around to getting rid of.it was one of his favorite pictures of her. She was standing in front of a gorgeous Appaloosa, the wind blowing her hair in front of her face. She had been pulling it aside, laughing, when he had spontaneously snapped the picture. Hunter tucked it in a corner of the bed sheet and opened up the door cautiously. He looked around both corners and fled down the hallway, taking the steps by twos. He ended up outside the building without anyone noticing him. And that's when he realized that a car had squealed to a stop right in front of him. It had missed him by an inch. Hunter's eyes widened at the close call.
A young girl got out of the car screaming at him for jumping out right in front of her. She was being quite inventive in her cursing, Hunter thought. Then she slowly took of her sunglasses and stared.
"Holy.You're Triple H!" She squeaked.
"Hi. Um, sorry about that.I was just kind of in a hurry. Like you can probably tell." He said gesturing down to the sheet.
"Yeah.about that.where are your clothes?"
"I guess I must have ticked someone off 'cause they're long gone, so I don't know."
"Whoa. Did Stephanie do this to you? I would totally love to meet her! Is she around?"
"I don't know that either.listen, I really have to get going, so you know, it's been a riot, really.."
"Go where? You're about four miles outside of Houston.gonna be a long, hot walk in that little sheet." The girl smiled.
"What's your name?" Hunter asked abruptly, trying desperately to get this conversation under control.
"Lily. And don't change the subject, do you even have a car here?"
"No.."
"Well, then, I guess I'll have to give you a ride won't I?" Somehow Lily didn't seem the least put off by this turn of events. "You've got a title match with Jericho tonight, huh? Probably not the best move to party so hard the night before." She said with just the slightest hint of admonishment in her tone. "And what would your wife say?"
Hunter looked at her slack-jawed. "Ex-wife." He corrected.
"Yeah, right. Anyways, climb on in. Hey, do you mind if we stop at my friend Jamie's house? She's going to just die when she finds out I met you when you're naked."
"I'm not naked.."
"It's a sheet, it's naked. This is so damn cool! Get in already, won't you?"
Hunter stared up at the sky, helplessly. Every single time he thought he couldn't sink any further, he somehow did. But it wasn't like he had other options here. Checking to ensure the sheet was firmly in place, he walked around the side of Lily's car and sat down heavily. She got back in after him and looking behind her shoulder, peeled out of the lot.
"This totally rocks..isn't it funny the way fate works? I mean, I wasn't even supposed to come out here today but my Gram needed me to pick up some stuff out here, and here I am and here you are..this is so damn cool! I'm in a car with Triple H! Triple H is in my car.and he's naked! Ahhhh!" Lily pounded her steering wheel in excitement, causing Hunter to cringe.
"I'm not naked, I am in a towel." He said defensively.
"Oh, of course you are!" Lily reached out to pat him on the shoulder and then looked back at him. "Wow, that is really hard muscle." She squeezed, causing Hunter to look at her in amazement.you just didn't go around feeling people up! Granted, this was an.unusual situation, but that didn't mean you went around feeling people up!
"So do you mind if we go to Jamie's?" Lily asked.
"Huh? Oh, well, it's like you said.I do have that match tonight.maybe I could just give you a picture? Or an autograph?...I take it you're a WWF fan?"
"Huh? Me? No. My boyfriend is like, the biggest fan ever, and in order to see him every now and again, I became one too. He watches for the wrestling, he has every single event memorized, he can tell you entire title histories complete with dates. He's a real dork that way. Me, I just watch because I love you and Edge and RVD and even Christian.I have a thing for guys with long blonde hair. You know? My boyfriend doesn't have long blonde hair, which really sucks and I've told him maybe he should color it blonde..like I'd do it for him, you know, if he wanted me too.." Lily continued talking, but Hunter managed to block it out. He leaned his forehead against the window, one hand clutching his sheet like a lifeline.
He was seriously considering jumping out of the car.
There were a thousand other questions coming to the fore in his mind. Like, where was he? What was he doing here? How had he gotten here.he hadn't even had any alcohol last night.and it would have taken quite a bit to get him to this state of being. Who the hell had he been with last night? He vaguely remember a brunette..and he remembered seeing Stephanie..but Stephanie couldn't have been here, she was in New York with Linda. So that must have been some kind of hallucination, right? Hunter buried his throbbing head in his hands.
He glanced at the clock beside the bed...10:28 a.m. What had happened last night? Why did he feel like he'd been hit with a two by four? His mouth tasted like cotton and copper. And why did he remember blinding flashes of light and loud clicking noises.and laughter. He remember laughing, a woman's laugh..it sounded so familiar. A soft hand, running down his body...the feeling of long hair trailing down his chest. There had been someone else there....a man...he was familiar too. His forehead scrunched up in an effort to recall.
Had he spent the night with some woman he didn't even remember? Hunter looked around the room for clues.there were no pictures, no papers, not much of anything, really..and worst of all, he couldn't even find an article of his clothing. Or any clothing, for that matter.
He had to get the hell out of here, and he had to do it now. Hunter wrapped the bed sheet around him and peered around the bed. His wallet.come on, let them at least have left his damn wallet! But all he found was a crumpled picture underneath one of the blankets. He unfolded it shakily. It was a picture of Stephanie that he'd never gotten around to getting rid of.it was one of his favorite pictures of her. She was standing in front of a gorgeous Appaloosa, the wind blowing her hair in front of her face. She had been pulling it aside, laughing, when he had spontaneously snapped the picture. Hunter tucked it in a corner of the bed sheet and opened up the door cautiously. He looked around both corners and fled down the hallway, taking the steps by twos. He ended up outside the building without anyone noticing him. And that's when he realized that a car had squealed to a stop right in front of him. It had missed him by an inch. Hunter's eyes widened at the close call.
A young girl got out of the car screaming at him for jumping out right in front of her. She was being quite inventive in her cursing, Hunter thought. Then she slowly took of her sunglasses and stared.
"Holy.You're Triple H!" She squeaked.
"Hi. Um, sorry about that.I was just kind of in a hurry. Like you can probably tell." He said gesturing down to the sheet.
"Yeah.about that.where are your clothes?"
"I guess I must have ticked someone off 'cause they're long gone, so I don't know."
"Whoa. Did Stephanie do this to you? I would totally love to meet her! Is she around?"
"I don't know that either.listen, I really have to get going, so you know, it's been a riot, really.."
"Go where? You're about four miles outside of Houston.gonna be a long, hot walk in that little sheet." The girl smiled.
"What's your name?" Hunter asked abruptly, trying desperately to get this conversation under control.
"Lily. And don't change the subject, do you even have a car here?"
"No.."
"Well, then, I guess I'll have to give you a ride won't I?" Somehow Lily didn't seem the least put off by this turn of events. "You've got a title match with Jericho tonight, huh? Probably not the best move to party so hard the night before." She said with just the slightest hint of admonishment in her tone. "And what would your wife say?"
Hunter looked at her slack-jawed. "Ex-wife." He corrected.
"Yeah, right. Anyways, climb on in. Hey, do you mind if we stop at my friend Jamie's house? She's going to just die when she finds out I met you when you're naked."
"I'm not naked.."
"It's a sheet, it's naked. This is so damn cool! Get in already, won't you?"
Hunter stared up at the sky, helplessly. Every single time he thought he couldn't sink any further, he somehow did. But it wasn't like he had other options here. Checking to ensure the sheet was firmly in place, he walked around the side of Lily's car and sat down heavily. She got back in after him and looking behind her shoulder, peeled out of the lot.
"This totally rocks..isn't it funny the way fate works? I mean, I wasn't even supposed to come out here today but my Gram needed me to pick up some stuff out here, and here I am and here you are..this is so damn cool! I'm in a car with Triple H! Triple H is in my car.and he's naked! Ahhhh!" Lily pounded her steering wheel in excitement, causing Hunter to cringe.
"I'm not naked, I am in a towel." He said defensively.
"Oh, of course you are!" Lily reached out to pat him on the shoulder and then looked back at him. "Wow, that is really hard muscle." She squeezed, causing Hunter to look at her in amazement.you just didn't go around feeling people up! Granted, this was an.unusual situation, but that didn't mean you went around feeling people up!
"So do you mind if we go to Jamie's?" Lily asked.
"Huh? Oh, well, it's like you said.I do have that match tonight.maybe I could just give you a picture? Or an autograph?...I take it you're a WWF fan?"
"Huh? Me? No. My boyfriend is like, the biggest fan ever, and in order to see him every now and again, I became one too. He watches for the wrestling, he has every single event memorized, he can tell you entire title histories complete with dates. He's a real dork that way. Me, I just watch because I love you and Edge and RVD and even Christian.I have a thing for guys with long blonde hair. You know? My boyfriend doesn't have long blonde hair, which really sucks and I've told him maybe he should color it blonde..like I'd do it for him, you know, if he wanted me too.." Lily continued talking, but Hunter managed to block it out. He leaned his forehead against the window, one hand clutching his sheet like a lifeline.
He was seriously considering jumping out of the car.