Chapter Ten: A New Love

An hour later, we arrived back at my hotel. We were both in better spirits now and I felt like a great weight was taken off my shoulders.

"I had a really good time tonight." I said. "Thank you…for everything."

"No worries." He said.

He gave me a smooch on the lips. "I'll see you soon."

I returned them back to him. After it was broken, I looked at the clock above the radio. It read seven. "Hey, it's still kind of early. Why don't you come in and hang out here for a little bit?"

"I have to go back to my hotel though. Matt and Jamie will be pissed if I don't come back." he said.

I waved it off. "Oh they can wait for an hour. It won't kill them."

"Okay, but just for an hour." He said.

xXx

We entered in the room laughing and goofing around. Opening the door I saw Brooklyn all relaxed on the bed.

He turned his head over to see both of us. "Oh hey you too, how was your day?"

"Pretty good, we just did some sight-seeing, shopping, spreading chaos in the malls. And then we went to McDonalds for dinner." I told him casually.

"Fun, well come sit down and watch some baseball." Brooklyn said. "Red Sox versus Yankees and Red Sox are winning."

"Freakin' sweet!" I cheered. "Go Sox!!"

I sat down onto the couch. Jeff came over next to me. "You're a Sox fan?"

"Yeah...? What about it...?" I looked puzzled.

"No offense… but I HATE them." Jeff said with a face like he was about to be hit.

My eyes widened. "Brook, we got a Yankee fan!"

"We're going to have to convert him over." Brooklyn said.

"Ha, right. You'll never make me into one of you!" Jeff refused.

"Or maybe we can settle this with something more interesting." I grinned evilly.

"Oh I see where you're going with this." Jeff caught on.

"Yikes." Brooklyn commented. "Leave me out of this."

"Don't worry bro. This is only between me and him." I told him. "If the Red Sox win, you have to change your entrance song to 'Snakes on a Plane' by Cobra Starship---For a MONTH."

"OH HELL NO; Only one day." Jeff refused.

"Four days."

"Two days."

"Three."

"Deal; but if the Yankees win…" Jeff said with a dirty little smile appearing on his face. "You have to wear a dress for the next three days."

I gulped and shook my head. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, NO."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES." he argued with me.

"This should be good." Brooklyn snickered.

"CRAM IT Brooklyn." I hissed. I faced Jeff. "I will get laughed at."

"So will I!" Jeff said. "And it's only three whole days. I think you'll be fine."

I sighed. "This better be worth it."

xXx

They watched the game for about only a mere twenty minutes until all the electricity went out.

"What the--" Brooklyn sat up.

"Power outage." I said.

An "Oh" came from him.

Then Jeff realized something else. "Craaaaaap..."

"What is it?" I asked.

"How are we going to watch our game now?" Jeff pointed out.

I soon understood where he was coming from. "Oh boy."

In fact, the power didn't come on at all for the whole night. Jeff and I had both lost the bet and agreed to terms that they would both do what each other had wanted. No matter how embarrassing or humiliating it would come to. I wore a dreadfully, bright pink dress that Jeff himself picked out for me. I wasn't wrestling for the time being though. But only cheered him on the sidelines as he wrestled.

The next morning in a hotel in Portland, Oregon I woke up surprisingly fully energized. Brooklyn was still asleep. I stumbled out of my side of the bed and headed towards the balcony. I looked out to the city of New York. "Maybe...life won't be so bad for me...Hopefully; with Jeff it will get a lot better..."

Life indeed got better than I had imagined. Through every day, both of us had become closer and closer. Three months past, and our relationship got open to the public. The bet that we made as well got open to the public and made front page cover of the October '08 issue of Raw Magazine. Jeff and I, even Brooklyn had a good laugh about that.

My break up with John didn't matter anymore. And I probably thought we were doing better too. Even though I hated him still for what he had done to me, I prayed to God that he would be happy.

John's POV

I had become increasingly lonely and had finally lost it. I had made a huge mistake with Amy and regretted it severely. I tried dating other women, but I just didn't feel the same. I couldn't believe the way I acted, especially since she was carrying my child. Boy, I felt pretty worthless...

I fell into a deep depression that I had no idea to get out of. I started not working as much. I started to drink my pain away, and got in trouble with Vince McMahon. In fact, it was worse than it seemed. The alcohol didn't help. Amy's memory still remained in my head. My attitude changed too when I became drunk and started trouble with some of the other wrestlers; including my own friends. He released me from WWE to take care of my own personal business.

A few weeks later, with this as my inspiration I created a new song.

"We were together, so happy and in a bliss.


Then it came crashing down. It all blew up in my face.


I hurt her, I made a mistake.


I couldn't control my actions.


And I told her to leave.


Now she's got a new man, treating her well.


I don't think she'll ever want me back.


Thinking about the first time I saw her.


I wanted her.


I took my chance.


With a little romance


I asked her to be mine.


How so sweet, the love...the celebration.


Her smile showed me that I had made her wish.


Now all I do is just miss...


I want to just forget her

But I can't.


This pain that I feel,


It's just too real.


This is my sweet grief.


Uh, yeah. My sweet grief.


Loving her, she hates me.


Wanting her is killing me.

Can't stand this.

It her that I miss.


My sweet grief...its taken control.


I can't smile while she's gone.


I need her in my arms.


But I caused too much harm.


Someone stop me,


I'm a wreck, I'm a mess.


This is all I can confess.


All I can confess...none the less.

Yeah, yeah. My sweet grief...

Yeah, my sweet grief..."

With my producers, I worked on it in the studio with a project I had going on.

During my time spending in there, an unexpected visit from my friend Randy Orton came up.

"Hey man, how's it going?" he greeted me.

"Fine... just fine..." I lied.

"No you're not." Randy said.

"Thank you Captian Obvious." I replied sarcastically.

"Hey, cheer up. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be between you two. You know?" Randy said.

"I just...I wish I never had chased her off. I acted so stupidly. I should have been there for her." I realized.

"If you really feel like that John, go to Amy and tell her.." Randy insisted.

"I can't." John declined.

"Come on, stop moping around. Go out and try to win her back!" Orton tried convinced me.

"Dude, she's moved on. I lost... and I'm done." I declared.

"So that's it? You're just giving up?" Randy asked me. I could see in his eyes that I was pissing him off.

I shrugged. "Basically; she's happy which means I'm happy."

"Happy meaning... you're fine with her getting married?"