THE NEXT DAY
Adam rolled over in bed, glancing over at the clock. He jumped slightly as he realized that it was after 10:30. He hadn't checked on Britney in nearly five hours. He had woken up almost every two or so hours to check on her since they'd went to sleep at around 11:30. Turning over, he saw that she was asleep. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he gently shook her, trying to stir her out of her sleep. After a moment, she began to move. She slowly opened her eyes, smiling when she saw the Canadian looking down at her.
"Hi," she said quietly.
Grinning with relief, he replied, "Hey… how's your head?"
"It's okay… it still kind of hurts, but I'll live," she replied. Looking past Britney to the other bed, he saw that Nicole wasn't there. Raising an eyebrow, he drew his gaze back to Britney.
"Nic must have went to talk to Brock already," he noted. Britney shifted and looked over at the empty bed and frowned.
"Damn it… I didn't want her to go to his room alone," she said, turning back to face Adam. Putting his arm on her waist, he pulled closer to him.
"Don't worry Brit, you heard her last night… she's a big girl. She'll be fine, and besides, Heyman won't even be there," he assured him. Britney sighed, thinking back to the conversation she had with Brock the other day, as well as the encounter Nicole had, and what happened last night in the ring. She wished he would make his damn mind up already. Still, he was right about Nicole being an adult and being able to handle the issue herself.
"I guess you're right," she said, looking up into his eyes.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized how close their faces were. Adam's reaction was exactly the same. His breath stopped as he thought back to the night before, specifically to their kiss. He had waited so long for that moment, and it was everything he had expected and hoped for. Still, Britney had been hit in the head with a steel chair only a few hours before, so he wasn't totally sure that it was what she really wanted.
"Um, about last night," he started, suddenly finding himself feeling nervous.
"What about it?" Britney asked. Seeing the uneasy look in his eyes, she continued, "Adam, I told you not to apologize for kissing me."
Shaking his head, he replied, "I know. I wasn't going to apologize. I just… I need to know what it meant to you." Cocking an eyebrow, Britney eyed him curiously.
"What do you mean?" she asked in a somewhat puzzled tone.
"I… well, I need to know if that means something. What it just a kiss, or are we… are we…" he said, trailing off and looking away.
"Are we together?" she finished for him. Her gaze softened as he looked back down at her. "Adam, it meant something… it meant everything. I… I really want to be with you." Breathing a sigh of relief, Adam grinned widely.
"That's great Brit. I was so afraid that it wouldn't mean anything to you. I… I've wanted this for so long, and…"
He stopped talking when Britney put a finger to his lips, silencing him. Drawing his head down to hers, she kissed him softly. A few minutes later, they both pulled away, smiling at each other. Adam wrapped his arm more tightly around her, grinning as she leaned up and kissed him once more.
DOWN THE HALLNicole took a deep breath as she stood in front of the large white door. She brought her hand up to knock, only to quickly drop it back to her side. She sighed, running a hand through her brown hair, trying to will herself to knock on the door. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go to Brock's room and thank him after all. Get a hold of yourself Nic. The guy saved you from getting whacked in the head with a steel chair. You at least owe him a thank you. Sighing again, she placed her hand on the door, hesitating. Finally, she stopped being a wimp and knocked firmly on the door. She stepped back and waited, jumping slightly when she heard the door open. She looked up to meet the eyes of Brock Lesnar.
"Um… hi," he said, suddenly finding himself nervous. Nicole's eyes darted away, feeling the exact same way.
"Hi, uh… can I come in? Just for a minute?" she asked, forcing herself to look up at him. Their eyes met for about a second, both of them immediately looking away again. Stepping back a little, Brock held the door open for her.
"Uh… sure," he said, watching as she walked past him and entered the room.
"I, uh… I wanted to thank you. For what you did last night," she began, having to try hard to keep her voice steady.
"You don't have to thank me. I… I couldn't let him hit you," he replied, shifting back and forth uncomfortably on his feet. Nicole shook her head.
"I know I didn't have to thank you… I wanted to. You… you saved me from quite a bit of pain Brock," she commented, giving a small laugh. Brock smiled… well, it was actually more like a half smile, but it was the first real sign of emotion Nicole had seen from the man since they met. She watched as the huge man walked over to the table, sitting down on one of the chairs.
"I may have saved you, but I didn't save Britney. If I had known Heyman was going to…"
"Brock, it's okay. I'm sure there will be no love lost between you and Britney… there isn't much love there at all," she interrupted, laughing again. This time, Brock actually smiled, and Nicole could swear she heard a small laugh accompany it.
"True… so, is she okay? I wanted to check after the match, but I was kind of afraid Adam would try and kill me if I went near her," he said. Nicole smiled at the sudden compassion filling his tone. It almost sounded like he actually cared about them.
"That was a safe move… the trainers had to peel him off of her just so they could check her out. She's fine though… actually, I'm betting that she's even better than fine," she replied, thinking back to when she walked in on her best friend and Adam kissing. Brock raised an eyebrow at her comment, but he shrugged it off.
"That's good. So, uh…" he said, trailing off. For a little while there, they were having a normal, civilized conversation, almost like they were friends. But now, that uncomfortable silence was working its way back into the room.
"Uh… so…"
Brock made a sudden motion, like he was going to stand, but then he abruptly sat back down again. He opened his mouth again to speak, wincing slightly when no words came out. Calm down Brock.
"So, is, uh… is that all you wanted? To thank me?" he asked, trying to jump start the conversation again. Nodding, Nicole looked down at her feet.
"Yeah, just, uh… wanted to say thanks for helping me," she answered.
"Well, your welcome. Is… is that all?" he asked, placing one of his arms on the table. Looking back up at him, she nodded.
"Yeah, I… guess I better go. Thanks Brock," she said, turning and heading for the door. Then, something went off in her brain, and she knew she wouldn't be able to leave until she'd said everything she needed to. "Actually Brock, that's not all," she said, causing his ears to perk up.
"Okay…"
"I wanted to ask you something. Why are you so hot and cold like this? I mean, one minute you're nice, the next minute you're an asshole, then you're in between, then you're nice again… why don't you just make up your mind?" Sighing, Brock looked up at the ceiling. Because I can't…
"Look, I can't really explain why I'm acting this way, okay?" he said, bringing his gaze back over to her. Nicole frowned, unsatisfied with his answer.
"Well why not?"
"Because I don't KNOW why!" he yelled suddenly, causing her to jump. "Look Nicole, I just have to be this way okay. I have to be an asshole to you because quite frankly if I'm not, Paul will pull the plug on my big push. I really want to be WWE Champion, I've wanted to be all my life… but you and Britney are making it really hard for me!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked, offended.
"It means, I'm only mean to you guys because I have to be, okay? Heyman always feeds me shit about how you guys are trash, and well… he's the reason I'm where I am, so I have to do what he says," he answered. Nicole shook her head. Why would a man like Brock be afraid of a man like Paul Heyman? "Hey, it's nothing personal. From what I've seen of you two girls, you're nothing but sweet. Your friend Britney's got a bit of a temper on her, but other than that you guys seem great. I just can't be associated with you unless I'm being an ass. I'm sorry about all this, okay? If… if I wasn't constantly being followed by Paul, I'd be your friend. Hell, I'd probably want to be…" He froze mid sentence, suddenly realizing what he almost blurted out to her. Nicole sent him a confused look.
"You'd want to be what?"
He looked up at her, cursing himself for having a big mouth. As he continued to look at her, their eyes met, causing him to freeze. He could feel something surging through him as he looked into her blue eyes. It was something like… almost like… desire. Without thinking, he stood, causing her to back up a step instinctively. He slowly walked over to her, stopping when he was only about two inches away from her. Nicole tilted her head back, now having to look way up to see him. She went to back away again, but he caught her arm, pulling her to him. Once again totally disobeying his mind, which was screaming at him to back off, he leaned down to her. She looked at him in surprise as he did the one thing she never in a million years would have expected him to do… he kissed her. Throwing caution to the wind, she brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, opening her mouth and allowing him to slip his tongue inside. After a moment, he pushed her away, stepping back about three paces.
"Please leave," he requested quietly, looking at the floor. Nicole sent him a confused look.
"W-what?"
"Please… just go. Get out," he said, gesturing to the door.
As she looked down at the floor, Brock looked back up at her, wincing when he saw the hurt in her eyes. He hadn't meant to do that at all. He felt like trash as he watched her lower her head and slowly make her way to the door. Once she was gone, he sat back down at the table, burying his face in his hands. Now he decided to listen to his brain, which was screaming at him for kissing her. He didn't know what came over him. Now, he probably really hurt her feelings… Brock was beginning to hate the person he had to be in order to keep his title.
"Goddamn it."
Sorry we took so long! Hope ya'll still remember this story! LOL, review please!!! **Britney and Nicole