A/n: I am so sorry... I won't even give an excuse. I was lazy, working on my first novel... I may join at fictionpress and put part of it up. I'll give you the rest of the story now.
After about 80 BILLION more jokes from Jeff, we finally drove into Uncasville. Amy had fallen asleep a long time ago. I poked her in the arm through the open window and went to grab my bag from the trunk. Shannon, Jeff, and Amy climbed out of the car and stretched before coming to the trunk too.
"Oh God," Amy said, flexing her arms. "I so prefer flying. More leg room." Jeff and Shannon nodded. I grinned.
"This was the biggest car I could afford. Now, who's ready to kick some ass?" I asked, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Shannon pulled it off and led the way into the arena. Amy pulled me towards the women's locker room after I grabbed my bag from Shannon. We could hear Jeff and Shannon joking around as they made their way to punch in. Amy stuck her head out the door.
"Punch us in, will ya Jeff? We'll be down to see Stephanie about tonight after we freshen up." Jeff nodded and made his way down the hall.
"Hey Ari, whatcha gonna wear tonight? I was thinking we could wear something that matches since we are in a tag match against Torrie and Trish." I nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, that's a great idea! You got your green cargo pants? I think I have two 'badass' tees." I said, digging in my bag for the fore-mentioned clothing articles. Amy tossed me one of the mesh shirts she had artfully cut up.
"Wear your black cargoes. We don't want to completely match. Now, for your promo, how bout wearing that pinstripe suit when you get interviewed by Josh Matthews?" I ginned some more.
"Thanks, Aimes. You're a lifesaver. I was going crazy trying to decide what to wear!" I wasn't really, but she had called it to the nail. I was going to wear my pinstripe suit. Go figure.
Shannon's POV
"She's hot."
"Duh. She's on fire."
"Did you see the dress she had on?"
"Yep. Couldn't have gotten any tighter."
"Bet you wish it could."
"You laugh Jeff. I like her. And not for her body. She may be a little on the heavy side, but she's really sweet."
"Didn't say she wasn't. She's a nice girl. You guys would be perfect together."
"We've only 'gone out' once. I wanna do it again."
"Do it?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Sprinkle Head's mind's in the gutter? Why?"
"Because, they're talkin' 'bout Arianna."
"The new girl?"
"Yeah, the one whose house th' crew went ta for breakfast."
"Oh her. She looks pretty."
"She's not pretty. She's hot. Just ask Shannon."
Everyone looked at me and I ducked my head down to dig in my bag. Shawn and Mark had come into the locker room. Mark sat down on a bench and chuckled. I could tell this would be a long night.
"What a night, Amy. I never, ever want to get into the ring with Trish when she's PMSing. She couldn't land shit tonight." Amy laughed and tossed Arianna a water bottle. Arianna caught it and giggled a bit. Amy sat down on the bench with a thunk.
"She can't land a spot anytime." They laughed some more.
"I heard that. I seem to recall a certain redhead who can't land a bump without hurting herself." Trish sauntered into the room, Stacy and Nora behind her. They all settled down on the benches with a sigh.
"Trishie, you know I was joking. I always am. Now, anyone got a clue as to seating arrangements?" Nora smiled and pulled her boots off.
"Well, I heard from Paul that Vince is tired of us whining about who we're stuck next to, so he just mass purchases tickets and lets us pick our seats. I usually sit with Stacy and Randy." Stacy blushed at the mention of Randy. Trish shed her elbow pads and put them in her bag.
"I sit with Jay and Adam. Who are you gonna sit with, Arianna?" Amy nudged me and I blushed.
"Shannon" I said quietly. Stacy smiled knowingly.
"You like him, don't you. It's so obvious that you do." Nora nodded.
"Yeah. She's into him. She's barely said a word. Normally her mouth is moving a mile a minute. So, tell us. What does it?"
"Is it his accent?"
"Or his smile?"
"Don't forget his eyes!"
"Or those gorgeous legs…"
"The tattoos are hot too."
I rolled my eyes. They named all the cute stuff on the outside. But they hadn't gotten to the real reason.
"You really want to know why I like Shannon so much?" They nodded. "Well, he's one of the only guys who sees me for me, not just some fat chick. He understands my dreams. He knows I want to achieve and that I won't quit until I make a difference. He supports me too." Nora smiled.
"Wow. You made that big a realization in two days?" I nodded.
"Yeah, we've spent a lot of time talking over the last few days. I feel like I've known him my entire life. And I don't count all the time I spent watching him in WCW and WWF/E. He's like my brother, but he's not, you know?" Only Amy got where I was coming from. I was glad she elaborated. I needed to wash off my make up.
I came out to see all the girls pulling off their coats.
"There's a fight outside, they want us to stay in the building until everyone's cleared out. Let's go find the boys and chill with them in the main locker room." Stacy said, tugging at my arm.
We ran through the halls and made our way to the main locker room. Michael, Jeff, Matt, and Chris were all lounging around near Shannon, looking over his shoulder at a dirt bike magazine. Boys. I leaned over Shannon's shoulders to see what bike they were looking at.
"I can build that bike for cheaper." Jeff said matter-of-factly. "It would just take a bit, trying to find the parts at cheaper prices, but yeah, I could do it." I rolled my eyes.
"Guys, we're stuck here until they clear the back. There's a fight going on," I said. "So we have about twenty minutes to kill. Wanna play 20 Q's?" I asked, hoping they'd go for it. Shannon nodded.
"Sounds cool. Ya'll in?" He asked. They all nodded and sat down.
We had been playing for ten minutes when it was on me again.
"What is the most random thing I've ever wanted to do? Hmm… I've always wanted to randomly marry. Find a great guy and pull a 'Dharma and Greg', just to see if it works," I said, a little embarrassed. Shannon nodded. I looked to him. He looked like he was contemplating something. I was about to take my turn, when Shannon said something.
"Do ya wanna try it?" He asked, almost silently. I looked at him, not sure if he was kidding or not. He looked more serious than a heart attack.
"Really?" I asked. He nodded.
"Really. Do ya want to, Arianna?"
"Well, I hadn't really thought about it before. I mean, what if it jeopardizes our work relationship or our in ring performance? What if it doesn't work and we end up hating each other?" I looked around the room for support, but it was only me and Shannon. Everyone else had left.
"I don't hate, nor do I hold grudges. Let's give it a try, Arianna." He said and took my hand. "It'll be fun, I promise. And If it doesn't work out, we can still be friends. What do ya say?" He got down on one knee. "Arianna Michelle, will you marry me?"
Before I could answer, I heard a peculiar noise. It sounded like an alarm clock. I closed my eyes and opened them. Shannon wasn't kneeling in front of me, and I was laying in bed. I groaned and rubbed my hands on my face, the alarm was still going.
"Shut that off, will ya? We're on vacation." A muffled voice said. I complied and rolled over, resting my head on the chest of my husband. He rubbed a hand on my pregnant belly. I smiled.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Wonderful, you?"
"Great. I had this dream that squished all the important things that brought us together. Do you remember them, Shannon?"
"Yep. I had the same dream. Right up to when I asked you to marry me."
"I'm glad it worked out, Shannon. I couldn't be any happier."
"Me either, Arianna. Me either."
A/N: Well, that's the end of the story. Yeah, I know. You want to kill me. Yeah, I know this couldn't have possibly been a dream sequence, but I decided to flip from Arianna's dream over to Shannon's occasionally and disguise it as a point of view. Pretty clever, huh?
I want to take the time to thank all my faithful reviewers, but especially Latisha C. She was always there with praise. Thank you guys… I've got part of the sequel ready for you…. If you want it.
