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Chapter 4- So… This is prom…
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The door opened allowing us to exit the limo. I thanked the driver and told him to return at eleven that night. He drove off as we approached the building. It was their trade center. I had wrestled there a couple of times when I was still in the indies. I took her hand in mine and we began to ascend the stairs.
"I vatched you wrestle here before," she said smiling me.
"Really, I can't believe I don't remember a face as beautiful as yours." She blushed and looked ahead.
"Ve sat in ze back," she said simply.
"Which show?"
"Ze one a year ago."
"Ah, that show, I think I wrestled Raven, didn't I?" She nodded. We were near the door. She handed over the tickets and we had to show our IDs which I thought was a little odd, but hey what do I know?
When we walked in I was bombarded by teenage girls who were shrieking my name. "Punk, please sign some autographs," I heard over and over. I looked down at Freya who appeared to be quite nervous.
"I think it would be rude to my date if I signed autographs tonight," I said hoping to get rid of the crowd. That was the last thing in the world I wanted to do at that moment. I felt Freya's small hand squeeze mine. I looked down at her. When I realized she wanted to say something to me I bent down so she could whisper in my ear.
"Sign ze autographs. They are fans too," she said simply. I nodded.
"Freya said she doesn't mind me signing the autographs, but I have a request..."
"What is it," the teenaged girls said almost in unison.
"That none of you will bother us after I finish. If you don't agree I will not do this. By doing this I am being rude to Freya. I am here to be with her, not sign autographs. So you girls agree?" The girls seemed less than pleased, but they still agreed. That was my goal. I signed the things as quickly as I could then I took Freya's hand and we made our way to the photographer.
As I looked at the many packages that could be ordered I thought about my weakness for this girl. I had just met her an hour ago and I knew I would do anything she requested. I more than anything did not want to sign autographs that night, but when she told me to I gave it no more thought. I just did it. I wondered briefly if that was what it was to be in love with someone. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt a gentle hand over my own. I looked up into the large green eyes that held a certain level of adoration and amusement. She kissed my forehead then pointed at the form in front of me. I couldn't help, but smile. She was so precious. I quickly checked the box for the largest package and filled out a check as she wrote her name and address on the forms.
"Punker, you should not pay so much," she said as we walked to join the line of people who were waiting for their turn in the flashes of light. I had been in plenty of those recently.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"I am not vorth it," she said looking at the ground.
"You are worth a way more than what I paid for those pictures, so much more," I responded as I wrapped my arms around the girl who was near tears again. I wanted to kill the people responsible for this. "I promise you are worth more. Whoever made you think you weren't should be shot. If you weren't worth more than that I wouldn't have wrote the check."
She nodded, but continued to look at the floor. I lifted her chin to look her in the eyes. At first she tried to look away, but I held her chin there. "Listen to me. Your worth can not be expressed in a dollar amount or even by words." Her eyes brightened and she smiled.
"You mean vat you say," she asked. I nodded. I didn't speak though. I knew that there would be many more times like this in the future. One night's events would not drown the negatives of the last year or so. I still find it strange that I never though about it as an "if" situation. I felt that a relationship was definite.
"Do you like being in pictures," she asked. I was amazed by her question. I was glad her feelings of worthlessness had passed for a while. I smiled at her.
"I'd be in a bad situation if I didn't, wouldn't I?"
"Ja," she said giggling. I hugged her. We talked about being photographed as we stood in line. I noticed several people looking at us and talking. I had no clue what they were talking about, but I knew it involved the two of us. I was really glad she hadn't noticed any of it.
After fifteen or twenty minutes we were at the front of the line. When we were told to we moved towards the photographer. I handed him the paper we had filled out earlier as well as the check. He looked at the two of us for a moment before asking, "when are you two getting married?" I was surprised by this question.
"I really don't know," was the only response I could come up with.
"You should think about it. You are meant to be together," he said smiling.
"We really haven't known each other too long."
"Really," he asked. I nodded. "You two really do belong together. I have never seen anyone more in love." Freya giggled. I smiled at the photographer. The thought of it amused the both of us. I hadn't even asked her out and a man was standing before us telling us we would marry one day.
After another minute or so he told us to move to the spot marked with tape. We did as he said and waited for further instructions. He came over and positioned us how he wanted us. I could feel Freya's body trembling as soon as he put my hands on her hips. I pulled her a little closer to let her know she was safe, as I guessed she was scared. She stopped trembling almost immediately. She leaned against me. With out really thinking I shifted slightly to support my weight and hers.
"3, 2, 1," he said just before he pressed the button that was in his hand and a light flashed brightly. I thanked him and we headed to the main room. The music was less than appealing to both of us so we decided to get some refreshments. After getting a few cookies and drinks we went to one of the tables they had set up in a corner.
"Do you vant to leave," she asked me.
"Not really. Do you want to?"
"No, I don't want you to be bored."
"I'm not. I'm kinda glad you chose prom. I didn't go to my own." She looked at me curiously over the cup she was drinking out of, but before she had time to ask me why a man who looked to be only a couple of years older than me approached us.
"Freya, you never told me you had a boyfriend," the man said from behind her.
"Um, vell I don't."
"Now I know he is your boyfriend..."
"She's not lying to you. Unfortunately I'm not her boyfriend. I am just her date," I spoke up.
"But you two look so in love," the man continued.
"I just met him today..."
"You WHAT?"
"I von a contest. It vas a vin a date contest. I chose him and I chose prom as the date. He's a famous pro-wrestler." After she finished he looked at me. I nodded to confirm what she had told him.
"You two look so close... What is your name?"
"Phil Brooks, but most people call me Punk or Punker."
"May I see you for a moment?"
"Will you be alright Freya," I really didn't want to leave her alone. She nodded so I followed the man to a secluded area.
"Don't hurt her."
"Didn't plan on it."
"She is an incredible girl. She doesn't deserve getting hurt again."
"She told me."
"You know she's in love with you already..." I nodded. My eyes found the floor rather quickly as I leaned against the wall.
"As crazy as it sounds I'm in love with her too..."
"I could tell, but I doubted you would act on it seeing as you are famous and all."
"Fame doesn't mean shit to me. Wrestling is what matters to me." I could tell the man was trying to figure me out.
"How old are you," he questioned. I felt like I was going to vomit as soon as the question had crossed his lips. It looked as though he was going to stop me from getting any closer to her. I could no longer look at him.
"Twenty-six."
"You know she's only seventeen, right?"
"I guessed it."
"Are you ok with it?"
"Yes."
"Good. She needs someone to take care of her." I was totally confused. He had acted like he never wanted me to see her again then he seemed to want me to marry her that night. He spoke up again, "I'm glad she found you."
"So am I. Now... I should probably get back to my date."
"Take care of her." I nodded and walked back the table.
"Vat vas that about," she asked me as soon as I sat down.
"He just wanted to make sure I didn't have any bad intensions."
"I'm sorry abo..."
"Don't apologize. Please, don't say you're sorry for someone else's actions." She bit her lower lip.
"I'm sor..."
"Please, you don't have anything to apologize for. You haven't done anything wrong I promise." She gave me a weak smile. I put my arms around her and kissed her shoulder.
"Don't worry about anything. You are here to have fun. That is what I want to see. You having fun." She leaned against me again. It wasn't long before a slow song began to play.
"Mrs. Schneider would you like to dance," I asked the girl. She nodded and we headed to the dance floor.
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