PART SEVEN
Shawn inhaled deeply as he approached a closed door, exhaling steadily after. After spending some time thinking, he decided he would take Jay's advice and go talk to Elisabeth after all. He was fine, until he reached the locker room door, where his heart started beating so rapidly that he forgot everything he was planning to say. For a second, he contemplated walking away, figuring that he could always return later.
However, he willed himself to stay, raising his hand to knock. Just before his fist made contact with the door, a familiar voice called out to him.
"What are you doing?"
Shawn groaned, his arm dropping to his side as he turned, regarding Paul with an eyeroll.
"Not that this is any of your concern, but I have to talk to Elisabeth," he replied flatly.
Paul scoffed at him, shaking his head.
"Jesus Chris, Shawn, did we not have this discussion already? Don't waste your time on her," he said as he stepped toward him.
Shaw laughed, taking a step in the burly man's direction. His grin faded when the two met face to face, his gaze stern and maybe a bit angry.
"The only person wasting my time right now is you, Paul, so please, stay out of it," he voiced in a tone that was less than amused. It was Paul's turn to laugh.
"Well gee, you try and look out for your best friend, and he kicks you in the balls. I'm only keeping your best interest in mind," Paul replied with a shrug.
"Well thanks, Paul, but I think I'll do what I want to this time around. I appreciate the advice, but I think I can handle this one on my own," Shawn said with a wink, roughly patting Levesque on the shoulder.
He turned his back to his so-called best friend, again facing the locker room door. He raised his fist to knock again, but was once again stopped short as Paul grabbed him by the shoulder. He spun the shorter man around to face him, pursing his lips together as he glared down at him.
"Do you have any idea what would happen to you if you were to get with Elisabeth?" he questioned loudly, causing Shawn to wince.
The last thing he needed was for Elisabeth to hear her name from the other side of the door and start listening in to their conversation. He took a step away from the door, pulling Levesque along with him.
"If you're talking about her friends getting pissy, I'll have you know that Jay himself is the one who encouraged me to talk to her in the first place," he said confidently, raising an eyebrow when Paul adamantly shook his head.
"No, no, no. Reso is chicken shit. Of course he doesn't mind, he doesn't care about anyone unless their name is Trish Stratus. He's not who I'm talking about."
Shawn refrained from speaking for a moment, his gaze thoughtful.
"Chris?" he questioned, recalling Jay saying something about not mentioned anything to Chris the last time they'd spoken.
Paul nodded, "He'll kill you, and I'm not even exaggerating. The man is a nut when it comes to Elisabeth. If he finds out the two of you are together, he'll tear you limb from limb and then send her back to Canada. Do you really want to take that risk?"
Shawn took a deep breath, his green-blue eyes locked on Paul. It was a tough decision, to say the very least. He could go for what he wanted and risk the consequences, or he could hold back and miss out on the opportunity he was lucky enough to have so shortly after his divorce. A grin spread across his face as he patted Levesque on the arm. He turned his back to him, heading back in the direction of the room, calling over his shoulder as he did so.
"Yeah... I think I do."
"You're kidding!"
Elisabeth laughed at Trish's reaction to what she had just told her. She shook her head, tossing herself down on the bed beside her friend. Trish smiled warmly at the giddy, rosy cheeked expression on Elisabeth's face.
"I kid you not, Trish," she replied, her grin widening.
"How? When? What happened? I need details!" Trish cried in response, grabbing the strawberry haired woman beside her and shaking her gently.
"God, I don't even know. It's still a big blur for me. All I know is he came into the locker room at the arena earlier this afternoon before the show, I asked him how he was doing, and he kissed me. Didn't even answer my question till after. Then he said he was doing quite well, thanks to me," she said, beaming all the while.
"Aww!" Trish squealed in delight, clapping her hands together. "Okay, I'm thoroughly jealous. You've been here, what, a few weeks... and you've managed to capture the heart of Shawn Michaels. You can't top Shawn, you just can't."
"Ya know, I take offense to that."
The two women glanced up to find Jay standing in the door frame. Trish laughed, extending her arms to him and gesturing for him to come to her. Smiling, he slowly approached the bed. Then, a mischievous grin spread across his lips, and he dove onto the bed, landing in between them. He laughed as he eyed Trish, but his smile faded as he glanced at Elisabeth on the other side of him, who didn't look nearly as happy as she had a few moments ago.
"How much of that did you hear?" she asked dreadfully, barely able to bring herself to look at him.
"I'm thinking all of it," he replied shifting his gaze back to Trish, who simply shrugged. Elisabeth sighed, shaking her head.
"Jay, whatever you do, don't mess up this chance I have with Shawn. I just got it, and I..."
"Mess it up?" he questioned, his brow arching curiously. "Lis, I'm happy for you. I've already told Shawn that you guys have my blessings. I'm not the overprotective psycho, remember?"
Chris was his best friend, but he had to admit that he had a tendency of being way too protective of his friends. Elisabeth nodded perceptively... she didn't know why she had worried so much over Jay's reaction, when it was Chris she needed to be afraid of. She didn't even want to think about what he'd do if he found out.
"Don't tell him," she requested, glancing over at him. "As a matter of fact, don't tell anybody. Shawn and I both think it'd be best to keep this on the down low. I trust you guys, so please, don't tell anyone, especially Chris."
Both Canadians smiled, nodding their promises. Then, Elisabeth hopped up off the bed, stretching for a moment and then heading to the door.
"I'm exhausted," she said with a yawn. "I'm gonna get going... I'll see you guys later."
"Goodnight," the couple said simultaneously, each waving goodbye.
Trish watched Elisabeth saunter out of the room, waiting for the door to shut behind her before turning to Jay. She rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder as he placed his hand on her outer thigh.
"They're going to be adorable together," she said with a smile, glancing up at him.
Jay nodded, tilting his head down and pressing his lips to hers. He kissed her only for a moment, and then pulled away as he remembered something. A playful gleam shimmered through his eyes as he pushed Trish away from him, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout.
"I still can't believe you think Shawn Michaels is better than me."
I told ya it was coming, Maj! I don't know if I'll be able to start updating regularly, but I owed you something after all the patient waiting you've done!!! :-
Shawn inhaled deeply as he approached a closed door, exhaling steadily after. After spending some time thinking, he decided he would take Jay's advice and go talk to Elisabeth after all. He was fine, until he reached the locker room door, where his heart started beating so rapidly that he forgot everything he was planning to say. For a second, he contemplated walking away, figuring that he could always return later.
However, he willed himself to stay, raising his hand to knock. Just before his fist made contact with the door, a familiar voice called out to him.
"What are you doing?"
Shawn groaned, his arm dropping to his side as he turned, regarding Paul with an eyeroll.
"Not that this is any of your concern, but I have to talk to Elisabeth," he replied flatly.
Paul scoffed at him, shaking his head.
"Jesus Chris, Shawn, did we not have this discussion already? Don't waste your time on her," he said as he stepped toward him.
Shaw laughed, taking a step in the burly man's direction. His grin faded when the two met face to face, his gaze stern and maybe a bit angry.
"The only person wasting my time right now is you, Paul, so please, stay out of it," he voiced in a tone that was less than amused. It was Paul's turn to laugh.
"Well gee, you try and look out for your best friend, and he kicks you in the balls. I'm only keeping your best interest in mind," Paul replied with a shrug.
"Well thanks, Paul, but I think I'll do what I want to this time around. I appreciate the advice, but I think I can handle this one on my own," Shawn said with a wink, roughly patting Levesque on the shoulder.
He turned his back to his so-called best friend, again facing the locker room door. He raised his fist to knock again, but was once again stopped short as Paul grabbed him by the shoulder. He spun the shorter man around to face him, pursing his lips together as he glared down at him.
"Do you have any idea what would happen to you if you were to get with Elisabeth?" he questioned loudly, causing Shawn to wince.
The last thing he needed was for Elisabeth to hear her name from the other side of the door and start listening in to their conversation. He took a step away from the door, pulling Levesque along with him.
"If you're talking about her friends getting pissy, I'll have you know that Jay himself is the one who encouraged me to talk to her in the first place," he said confidently, raising an eyebrow when Paul adamantly shook his head.
"No, no, no. Reso is chicken shit. Of course he doesn't mind, he doesn't care about anyone unless their name is Trish Stratus. He's not who I'm talking about."
Shawn refrained from speaking for a moment, his gaze thoughtful.
"Chris?" he questioned, recalling Jay saying something about not mentioned anything to Chris the last time they'd spoken.
Paul nodded, "He'll kill you, and I'm not even exaggerating. The man is a nut when it comes to Elisabeth. If he finds out the two of you are together, he'll tear you limb from limb and then send her back to Canada. Do you really want to take that risk?"
Shawn took a deep breath, his green-blue eyes locked on Paul. It was a tough decision, to say the very least. He could go for what he wanted and risk the consequences, or he could hold back and miss out on the opportunity he was lucky enough to have so shortly after his divorce. A grin spread across his face as he patted Levesque on the arm. He turned his back to him, heading back in the direction of the room, calling over his shoulder as he did so.
"Yeah... I think I do."
"You're kidding!"
Elisabeth laughed at Trish's reaction to what she had just told her. She shook her head, tossing herself down on the bed beside her friend. Trish smiled warmly at the giddy, rosy cheeked expression on Elisabeth's face.
"I kid you not, Trish," she replied, her grin widening.
"How? When? What happened? I need details!" Trish cried in response, grabbing the strawberry haired woman beside her and shaking her gently.
"God, I don't even know. It's still a big blur for me. All I know is he came into the locker room at the arena earlier this afternoon before the show, I asked him how he was doing, and he kissed me. Didn't even answer my question till after. Then he said he was doing quite well, thanks to me," she said, beaming all the while.
"Aww!" Trish squealed in delight, clapping her hands together. "Okay, I'm thoroughly jealous. You've been here, what, a few weeks... and you've managed to capture the heart of Shawn Michaels. You can't top Shawn, you just can't."
"Ya know, I take offense to that."
The two women glanced up to find Jay standing in the door frame. Trish laughed, extending her arms to him and gesturing for him to come to her. Smiling, he slowly approached the bed. Then, a mischievous grin spread across his lips, and he dove onto the bed, landing in between them. He laughed as he eyed Trish, but his smile faded as he glanced at Elisabeth on the other side of him, who didn't look nearly as happy as she had a few moments ago.
"How much of that did you hear?" she asked dreadfully, barely able to bring herself to look at him.
"I'm thinking all of it," he replied shifting his gaze back to Trish, who simply shrugged. Elisabeth sighed, shaking her head.
"Jay, whatever you do, don't mess up this chance I have with Shawn. I just got it, and I..."
"Mess it up?" he questioned, his brow arching curiously. "Lis, I'm happy for you. I've already told Shawn that you guys have my blessings. I'm not the overprotective psycho, remember?"
Chris was his best friend, but he had to admit that he had a tendency of being way too protective of his friends. Elisabeth nodded perceptively... she didn't know why she had worried so much over Jay's reaction, when it was Chris she needed to be afraid of. She didn't even want to think about what he'd do if he found out.
"Don't tell him," she requested, glancing over at him. "As a matter of fact, don't tell anybody. Shawn and I both think it'd be best to keep this on the down low. I trust you guys, so please, don't tell anyone, especially Chris."
Both Canadians smiled, nodding their promises. Then, Elisabeth hopped up off the bed, stretching for a moment and then heading to the door.
"I'm exhausted," she said with a yawn. "I'm gonna get going... I'll see you guys later."
"Goodnight," the couple said simultaneously, each waving goodbye.
Trish watched Elisabeth saunter out of the room, waiting for the door to shut behind her before turning to Jay. She rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder as he placed his hand on her outer thigh.
"They're going to be adorable together," she said with a smile, glancing up at him.
Jay nodded, tilting his head down and pressing his lips to hers. He kissed her only for a moment, and then pulled away as he remembered something. A playful gleam shimmered through his eyes as he pushed Trish away from him, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout.
"I still can't believe you think Shawn Michaels is better than me."
I told ya it was coming, Maj! I don't know if I'll be able to start updating regularly, but I owed you something after all the patient waiting you've done!!! :-