I was laying in bed, reading a magazine when there was a knock on my door. I took my reading glasses off and tied up my robe and went to see who it was. I glanced at the clock, "2am, who the hell?" I opened the door and saw a obviously disturbed Chris (jericho) standing there. He barged in apologizing under his breathe with every step.
"Chris, what's a matter?" I closed the door as he continued to pace and mumble something under his breathe as he ran his hands desperately through his hair. I sat down on the bed and watched him. He finally stops and looks at me, tears wheled up in his eyes.
"I cant do this anymore" his voice quivered.
"Chris, Im not really understanding you right now, your scaring me" he sat down beside me and stared at me, a blank look in his eyes.
"I need to be with you" he pressed his lips against mine, in a soul searching kiss, his hands grasping the back of my neck, keeping me in his lip lock...
:phone ringing:
I awoke in a panic. I regained my composure and looked around. I was in my hotel suite, I had drifted off to sleep on the couch. I heard a door swing open suddenly, as I sat up in a slight panic.
"Hey ya baby, are you okay?" he came up behind me and planted a kiss on top of my head as he caressed my arm. It took me a second to come back to reality, after such a vivid dream. I looked back.
"Hey ... John (Cena), good morning" he stood with a big grin on his face as he prepared some coffee. Meanwhile, I stared blankly at him. Why did I dream with someone that he despised so much in jericho? Not only in story line, but in real life. Why?
"...and then I laid down, waited for you, and drifted to sleep.Babe? You listening to me?" he waved his hands.
"Wha What? Yeah Im listening babe" I got up and went over to him, leaning up and planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. But, I was still a little shaken.
"Wanna shower?" he said with a little seduction in his voice as I walked towards the bathroom.
"Not right now babe, give me a minute" I closed the door behind me.
I sat in the bathroom thinking as I looked at myself in the mirror. What did the dream mean? I didn't think about Jericho, I thought more about John, what he had to do with this dream. Was I truly happy with John? Was this a sign of bad things to come?
I thought about how John and I first met, it was in California, before he was this big name, he was Prototype, and I adored him the moment I laid eyes on him. I was usually at shows, doing video work, production etc. I remember locking eyes with him the first time, and him introducing himself to me after the show. We hit it off and moved in within a month, until I got called to work for , you guessed it, World Wrestling Entertainment. We both knew it was a matter of time until he would come on board too, so we parted ways for the time being. It was almost a year until WWE brought John in since I had been there. When we parted ways, we promised to never forget about what we shared, and that if it was so strong it would bring us back together. When John came in, I was dating someone else at the time as was he. I couldn't stand seeing him there, and not being able to be with him. So much so, that I drifted from who I was with and went back after him. I knew I loved him, and I wanted him back in my life. He played the back and forth game with me for months, until about a month ago, that we've been exclusive to each other. The love is still there, but I don't know how strong it could truly be ...
:loud knocks:
"Hey, babe. Im going to the gym"
"all right"
"...are you okay?"
"Yeah, Im fine. Just want to shower, had a bad night's sleep" I turned the shower on and began to undress.
"Okay, we'll talk over lunch, k? Talk to you later" I got into the shower.
"Okay" I said as I closed the curtain.