"Mmm bop, ba duba bop Ba du bop, ba duba dop Ba du bop, ba duba dop Ba du" I sang from the backseat of the rental car I was in. Kurt and John were sitting in the front and were trying to ignore me, it wasn't easy though I bet seeing as I was trying to see how far I could push it before I annoyed the hell out of them.
"Oh for the love of God and all things that are holy please sing something other than Hanson" Kurt said I guess not being able to stand it anymore. I laughed at him and got an idea in my head.
"I'm a barbie girl in a barbie world life in plastic its fantastic you can brush my hair undress me everywhere imagination life is your---" I started singing.
"BABY" John said looking about ready to throttle me "if you stay quiet and quit singing for the rest of the ride to the hotel which is only like 20 minutes then I'll wear the blue Houston Oilers jersey you love so much during the show tonight". Damn he really knew how to get to me. I nodded kind of out of it thinking of John in that jersey. He looked so fine wearing it.
"Aaron" Rene said coming up to me as soon as I came in the door behind John and Kurt "I need you to do something for me, I want you to dye the top part of my hair blonde" he handed me a bottle of dye. I looked up at him after looking at the bottle.
"Why didn't you ask Elise to do it instead of waiting on me?" I asked him. It wasn't that I minded doing it but I didn't understand why he'd wait specifically on me.
"Because there's this huge Diva thing planned for tonight and she's busy doing hair and makeup for practically every Diva in the company". I smiled knowing that Elise was probably annoyed as hell being around some of the pompous stuck up bitches that were in this company. If I got through the night without hearing about Elise strangling the life out of Stacy Keibler or Christy Hemme I'd be completely gobsmacked.
"Alright come on" I said motioning Rene toward the room that I was designated to. "You" I said pointing to John "have a jersey to change into Mr.". John laughed and saluted me mockingly. I rolled my eyes and set about dying Rene's hair like he told me to.
I sat in my room bored out of my mind when John stormed in looking incredibly conflicted yet managed to also look pissed off at the same time. He sat down on the couch in the room and I was afraid to approach him or say anything.
"Brock's coming back" he said lowly. I almost dropped the bottle of hair gel I was holding. Brock Lesnar was coming back to the WWE? What the holy hell? He left the company because he had no passion for it and went to try out for football which blew up in his face and yet he is fucking coming back here? "I don't know how to feel" John said breaking me out of my thoughts.
"What do you mean sweetie?" I asked rolling over toward him and taking his hand in mine. He looked over at me and sighed.
"Well I mean Brock and I were friends when he was here. Then he just...up and left. After that it was like he disappeared off the face of the earth. I haven't heard from him at all. Then all of a sudden he comes out of McMahon's office earlier with this big smile on his face and I'm walking and he bumps into me and he looks up and is like 'Yo Cena long time no see dude guess what I'm back baby'. I kinda mumbled a 'that's great' and walked off". John looked down at our entertwined hands.
"So your not happy he's back" I half asked half stated. I had read reports of Brock being very homophobic and acting outrageously at signings he did when he left the company. I knew that if he and John tried to resume a friendship that Brock might not like the fact that one of his best friends who is a man is with someone who just so happens to be another man.
"Well baby, I want to be happy he's back but why should I be I mean he basically said screw our friendship and everything for that hoax of an NFL career he had. I mean I played in college but I have no delusions that I would be able to hack it in the NFL and also he thinks he can just up and renew our friendship after saying screw it for so long? Hell no". I decided to calm John down before he got himself worked up over something that he needn't get worked up about.
"Baby let's just go ok? The shows over and you don't have to worry about him right now, ok? Let's just go back to the hotel and relax and have us time" John smiled at me and kissed me. He got up and grabbed his bag before leading the way over to the door. John opened the door and my eyes widened. Standing outside the door, hand posed ready to knock, was Brock Lesnar himself.