Author's Note: I don't own either of these lovely men, but I wouldn't mind if I did! They belong to themselves, their wives, and the WWE. I'm just here to make things a little bit more interesting. No plans to continue this, unless enough people would like me to. If the Spanish I used sucks, it's because I had to use a free translation site for most of it... Translations are at the end. Enjoy!
"What are you writing?"
"A story."
"Oh. What about?"
"Wrestling."
"Can I read it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm not done."
"So?"
"Hey. What are you doing?"
"She's "writing.""
"I see... Hey! Why am I the bad guy?"
"(sigh) Because."
"Why can't he be the bad guy?"
"You were the first name to pop into my head. He plays a minor role."
"Oh, okay."
"Hey! Now how is that fair?"
I sighed, setting my pencil on the desk as I slowly rubbed my temples and the guys continued to argue, "Guys.. guys! Just stop it okay? It's my story and that's just how it is. If you don't like it, tough. Now may I please get some peace and quiet so I can work?!"
"Jeez... Okay, okay, we're going. No need to get your panties in a bunch." Edge backed away slowly, leaving the room.
Rey watched Edge round the corner before he spoke, "¿Bien... me cercioro apenas obtengo a la chica bueno?"
"I heard that!"
I smiled, "¿El aprende rápidamente, hace no él?"
Rey sighed, his hands resting on his hips, "Sí.."
"Pero.. claro." I winked.
"Gracias señorita. Adíos."
"Adíos mi rey pequeño." I replied quickly, kissing him on the cheek, then shooing him away as Edge stamped his foot impatiently outside the room.
"Finally! Are you two done yet?"
Rey just shrugged, following Edge out the door. I laughed quietly to myself, shaking my head as I picked up my pencil to work more on my story. "Men.."
Translations:
Well... just make sure I get the girl, okay?
He learns quickly, doesn't he?
Yes…
But... okay.
Thank you. Bye.
Goodbye my little king.