Chapter 10
The next day, Rose's cell phone woke her up. It was her friend Jeff.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Sorry for wakin ya up."
"It's cool. What's up Jeff?"
"I had to call you to tell you the great news."
"What happened?"
"I was training at the gym yesterday, and Vince McMahon came to watch. But I didn't know this because I was in a match with this guy who was just starting out. I ended up pinning him, and I heard clapping. So I turn around, and I see him clapping. We ended up talking for a while, him, me and my trainer...and guess what?"
"What?"
"He hired me. I'm now officially a professional wrestler."
"That's great! I'm happy for you!"
"Thanks. He put me on Raw."
"Aw damn it!"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm on Smackdown."
"Aw damn. Oh well, we'll still be able to chill sometimes, right?"
"Yeah, you, me, and John can chill together."
"How'd you get to know Cena?"
"Long story. I'll fill you in later."
"That's actually a good thing 'cause I gotta start training for my first match on Monday. I'm goin against Rob Conway."
"Well, I'm a definitely watch that. You're gonna kick his ass, right?"
"Oh, hell yeah."
"Good. I'll let you go."
"Talk to ya later Rose."
"Bye Jeff." She hung up.
She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. She opened her fridge and saw that she had basically nothing to eat. She went back to her room and walked to her closet. She pulled out a pair of sweatpants, her Derek Jeter t-shirt, and a pair of flip-flops and changed into them. She picked up her keys from the table and grabbed her purse. She walked out to her car and drove to the nearest supermarket.
An hour later, she walked to her door, where she found a note taped to it. She tore the note off and read it. "'Rose, I want to talk to you about something pretty big. Please call me soon. Love, John.'" She stared at the note. She began thinking to herself, What is he talking about? What's the big news he has to tell me? She put the note in the bag and opened her door. She put the bag on the kitchen counter and went looking around the place for her cell phone. When she found it, she tried to turn it on, but the battery had died. "Damn you! You had to fuckin die on me?" She looked around for her charger, but couldn't find it anywhere. "Shit! I can't even find the goddamn charger! How the hell am I supposed to call John when my cell is dead and the charger is nowhere in sight, and my fuckin house phone is disconnected? Fuck!" She threw her phone on the sofa and paced the room for a few minutes. She walked to her stereo to put on the radio. She sat down on the sofa, and just let the music sink in. The song Everytime came on in a few minutes, and Rose started to hum it without even knowing she was. When she realized she was humming it, she immediately began thinking of John. She started to think out loud. "Holy shit! I'm falling for John!" She began smiling. "I need to call him and tell him how I feel." She began thinking for a moment. "I wonder if Charlie will mind letting me use his phone to call John." She grabbed her car keys, ran out of her house, locked the door, and ran to her car. She sped off out of the parking lot and drove off to Charlie's place.
Meanwhile, at John's apartment, he was sitting on his sofa flipping through the channels, when suddenly, something caught his eye. Spike TV was showing the commercial for the next WWE Experience. It showed a clip of Rose's match with Miss Jackie. He began to smile, remembering their joyous celebration after she won the match. He started talking to himself. "Wow, she's so talented, so beautiful, and just so...perfect." He'd fallen head over heels in love with her. "That's it, I've decided. I'm going to ask her out." He sat back and thought about her. All of a sudden, his cell rang. He looked at the number, and didn't recognize it, but he picked it up anyway. "Hello?"
"Hey John. It's Rose. I really need to talk to you about something."
The next day, Rose's cell phone woke her up. It was her friend Jeff.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Sorry for wakin ya up."
"It's cool. What's up Jeff?"
"I had to call you to tell you the great news."
"What happened?"
"I was training at the gym yesterday, and Vince McMahon came to watch. But I didn't know this because I was in a match with this guy who was just starting out. I ended up pinning him, and I heard clapping. So I turn around, and I see him clapping. We ended up talking for a while, him, me and my trainer...and guess what?"
"What?"
"He hired me. I'm now officially a professional wrestler."
"That's great! I'm happy for you!"
"Thanks. He put me on Raw."
"Aw damn it!"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm on Smackdown."
"Aw damn. Oh well, we'll still be able to chill sometimes, right?"
"Yeah, you, me, and John can chill together."
"How'd you get to know Cena?"
"Long story. I'll fill you in later."
"That's actually a good thing 'cause I gotta start training for my first match on Monday. I'm goin against Rob Conway."
"Well, I'm a definitely watch that. You're gonna kick his ass, right?"
"Oh, hell yeah."
"Good. I'll let you go."
"Talk to ya later Rose."
"Bye Jeff." She hung up.
She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. She opened her fridge and saw that she had basically nothing to eat. She went back to her room and walked to her closet. She pulled out a pair of sweatpants, her Derek Jeter t-shirt, and a pair of flip-flops and changed into them. She picked up her keys from the table and grabbed her purse. She walked out to her car and drove to the nearest supermarket.
An hour later, she walked to her door, where she found a note taped to it. She tore the note off and read it. "'Rose, I want to talk to you about something pretty big. Please call me soon. Love, John.'" She stared at the note. She began thinking to herself, What is he talking about? What's the big news he has to tell me? She put the note in the bag and opened her door. She put the bag on the kitchen counter and went looking around the place for her cell phone. When she found it, she tried to turn it on, but the battery had died. "Damn you! You had to fuckin die on me?" She looked around for her charger, but couldn't find it anywhere. "Shit! I can't even find the goddamn charger! How the hell am I supposed to call John when my cell is dead and the charger is nowhere in sight, and my fuckin house phone is disconnected? Fuck!" She threw her phone on the sofa and paced the room for a few minutes. She walked to her stereo to put on the radio. She sat down on the sofa, and just let the music sink in. The song Everytime came on in a few minutes, and Rose started to hum it without even knowing she was. When she realized she was humming it, she immediately began thinking of John. She started to think out loud. "Holy shit! I'm falling for John!" She began smiling. "I need to call him and tell him how I feel." She began thinking for a moment. "I wonder if Charlie will mind letting me use his phone to call John." She grabbed her car keys, ran out of her house, locked the door, and ran to her car. She sped off out of the parking lot and drove off to Charlie's place.
Meanwhile, at John's apartment, he was sitting on his sofa flipping through the channels, when suddenly, something caught his eye. Spike TV was showing the commercial for the next WWE Experience. It showed a clip of Rose's match with Miss Jackie. He began to smile, remembering their joyous celebration after she won the match. He started talking to himself. "Wow, she's so talented, so beautiful, and just so...perfect." He'd fallen head over heels in love with her. "That's it, I've decided. I'm going to ask her out." He sat back and thought about her. All of a sudden, his cell rang. He looked at the number, and didn't recognize it, but he picked it up anyway. "Hello?"
"Hey John. It's Rose. I really need to talk to you about something."