I had to write the second chapter already. I didn't want to forget where i was going with this story. Read and Review!
"Visit you at Baskin Robins all the time, to let you know that I am yours and you are mine. So we can take long walks through Central Park and hold each others hands to fight the dark. So you know that you're never on your own, so you know that you're never on your own. My Bonnie lies over the ocean, my Bonnie lies over the sea and every night at 2 a.m..."
"Jesus christ, last time I fall asleep with my head phones on."
Shaianne had that song stuck in her head since the morning now and it was starting to piss her off. She walked into the her "dressing room" which happened to be right besides Carlito's.
"I can still feel apple pieces on my face, eww that is not a healthy habit." She thought as she flung the door and threw her bag inside the room. It an alright room, bathroom, mirror, table, clothes...
"Clothes? What the hell?" Shaianne looked at the clothes that were neatly folded on the table with a note from Vince. "Apparently these are my new clothes." she said aloud with a cheesy smile plastered on her face. She was wondering if this was going to happen.
To replace her normal 'xtreme attire' as cena put it, there were mini skirts that ranged from white, pink, blue, and yellow.
"I hate yellow." she thought with a frown. There were also tons of cheesy shirts with floral prints and stupid sayings.
"Oh god, they've given me his fashion sense as well." she thought. Eh, she could deal with it. Wearing different clothes wasn't going to kill her, but it was sure going to make her look like an ass.
"Hey, the bad apple shirt. Sweet!" she said picking up a modified version of Carlito's shirt. It was tighter and cut above her belly button. She imagined herself wearing it and shivered at the thought. "I'm going to look like a Carlito groupie whore"
She sighed and layed on the bed that was in the room. "Things don't always go as planned, but in the end good things come out of it. I think. There better be good things to come out of this occasion or I'm going to get pissed off and cry." She was jolted out of her thought by a knock at the door.
"Who could it be? Maybe it's Senor Apple Spitter." With all the luck in the world, it was. She opened the door to see a semi-bummed Carlito. "I guess he's not over the Q-Tip joke yet." she thought.
"He better not have any freaking apples with him or I swear I'm going to choke him with his own aloha shirt" She let him and sat on the bed, waiting to see what he had to share with her today.
"Carlito has been informed that you are now Carlito's valet. Carlito does not want to have someone as uncool as you associated with Carlito. But, Carlito still has hope that he can make you cooler, so just listen to everything Carlito has to say and you'll be almost as cool as me. You got got, uh...what the hell is your name?"
Shaianne looked blankly at him for a moment. Carlito started to wonder if she even heard a word of what he had said. Did he accidently talk in spanish the whole time and confused this chick? Suddenly he saw her snap out of her blankness and respond.
"Why do you keep talking in third person? Do you not know you're Carlito?"
There was silence for a while. In that silence Shaianne wondered what she just did wrong. She also thought that she was at the right angle to kick him in the balls if he even looked like he was reaching for an apple.
"Tendré un dolor de cabeza con esta chica. ... " muttered Carlito.
"I'm sorry, didn't mean to give you a headache." Carlito looked at her surprised for a second.
"What? Didn't expect me to know espanol? My parents are peruvian and cuban, how could I not know?" Shaianne asked confused. She thought it was pretty obvious, Carlito must not pay much attention to detail.
"Well, at least that's something that could come in handy." he thought.
"By the way, my name's Shaianne." She held up her hand to shake his. Carlito hesitated, but shook her manicured hand.
"You better get out of those things you call clothes and put on your new cool gear. I have a match today." Carlito walked towards the door ready to leave.
'Really, that's cool! Oh, damn!" Shaianne couldn't even say the world without feeling slightly cheesy. "Uh, anyway, against who? Who are you fighting?" she asked, truely interested. Carlito looked back and gave a smug smile, which made her feel kind of weird.
"Rob Van Dam" he said, then he walked out and closed the door.
God damn, out of everybody on the Raw roster. Did she have the worst luck in the world. Hm, Carlito might not win though. She's seen his olf wrestling matches from the ECW days, very hardcore and painful looking. Even in the WWE, he still had his same fighting style and equally as painful looking moves. But if Carlito lost...hm, that's like her losing. At least in her logic.
"I hate my brain for having to confuse me and making me make stupid choices" Shaianne changed into her new clothes, the modified baby blue "Bad Apple" shirt and black skirt. "Ha, take that. A black skirt. That's me sticking it to the man." she laughed at her playfulness. She cracked herself up. She finally put on some black high heels shoes and walked around trying to find Carlito so they could make their entrance.
"How can some of these women walk in high heels all the time? My feet are killing me and I haven't even walked five feet yet." Shaianne finally saw Carlito standing near the arena entrance, impatiently waiting for her so they could make their entrance.
"What took you so long?" asked Carlito. He eyed her up and down. "Carlito definately sees an improvement."
"Sorry, these torture devices on my feet were holding me back. Also, what do you mean by improvement? You trying to call me ugly!"
"Trust me, I wasn't trying." said Carlito chuckling. With that, Carlito and Shaianne made their entrance with Carlito's caribbean music playing. Carlito smiling smugly and Shaianne trying to walk normally with a pissed off look on her face.