Just a short one this time, just had my wisdom teeth taken out so I'm not really in the mood for writing :( Thanks to everyone who had reviewed so far, I'll try and update as soon as I'm feeling better.
Thursday 14th February
Alexa woke up feeling worse than she had in a long time.
She couldn't remember much of what had happened the night before, let alone how she even made it home and to her own bed. Her head was pounding and she let out a whimper, burying her face deeper into the pillow.
''Morning, sweetcheeks.''
Creaking one eye open, she was greeted by the grinning face of Jon, and she found herself wondering how she hadn't noticed the man laying beside her in the bed.
''I feel like I'm dying.'' She groaned dramatically.
Jon chuckled, reaching across to sweep the hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. ''I'm hardly surprised, you were wasted last night.''
''You were there?''
He nodded. ''So was Joe and Colby.''
''Urgh... I don't remember anything after doing the shots with Matt... that fucker.''
''It's okay, Colby caught the good stuff on camera.''
Alexa opened her eyes, watching as he leaned over to the bedside table to grab his phone. Once he found what he was looking for, he laughed before thrusting it in front of her face. She blinked a few times to focus on the screen, a look of horror crossing her face when she realised she was watching herself rapping along to Nicki Minaj; something she usually only did in the shower.
''Please, tell me you're the only one he sent that to?''
''...''
''I am going to kill him.''
''To be fair to him, he only sent it to a few people on the roster. I think there must have been some fans at the bar who filmed it too, apparently it's all over the internet.''
''Where's my phone?''
He shuffled off the bed, moving over to the corner of the room where she had haphazardly thrown her jacket, pulling her cell from the pocket. ''It's been going off all morning, that's what woke me up.''
''Thanks.'' She took it from his hand and qucikly unlocked it, finding numerous texts from her co-workers and a Twitter feed overrun with mentions. ''Man, Carrano's going to tear me a new one.''
''Why would he?''
''Well, it wasn't exactly 'PG' was it?'' She replied, dumping her phone beside her on the bed.
Shrugging, he reached over and wrapped an arm around her, moving her body closer to his. ''Who gives a shit, you're allowed to have fun, you know?''
She murmured a response before pressing a kiss to Jon's bare chest. ''I'm going to go wash up, then I plan on staying in bed all day.''
A mischievous smirk spread across his lips. ''I'm cool with that, I think we can find some ways to entertain ourselves.''
Alexa eased off the bed with a roll of her eyes, slowly padding across the floor to her en-suite bathroom. She was already starting to feel a lot better after washing her face and brushing her teeth and decided a shower could only help. She slowly stripped off her pyjamas, letting out a soft snort as the vague memory of Jon trying to dress her drunken self ran through her mind.
Kicking her clothes under the sink, she stepped over to the shower and yanked back the curtain; a startled scream escaping her lips a moment later. The sound echoed in her ears and she reached up a hand to rub her aching head just as Jon appeared in the doorway.
''What? What's wrong?''
She jerked her thumb towards the bath, where Mat's prone form was crammed into the empty tub; one leg draped over the edge, his usually immaculate hair sticking up everywhere while he cradled an empty bottle of vodka.
The initial panic washed off his face and he chortled. ''Oh, yeah, I forgot he was in here.''
''He looks so cute...'' She smirked before leaning across and switched the shower on, the stream of water bursting out of the head onto the man below.
Matt shot up immediately, squealing as he jumped out of the tub faster than the pair expected of a man in his state. He leaned back to turn the water off before looking over and glaring at them.
''I hate you.'' He croaked, his blood-shot eyes dropping down briefly before he lifted a hand to cover his eyes. ''Jesus, could you put some clothes on or something?''
Alexa glanced down, all of a sudden remembering that she had been about to get in the shower and was only wearing her bra and pyjama shorts. ''I wear less in the ring.''
''Yeah, but you're like a sister to me, it's gross.''
''I'm flattered but also slightly offended...''
Saturday 16th February
WWEAJLee: The Shield was on my flight. I wish they would smile once in a while. I wish they would just take off their shirts and smile once in a while.
Alexa snorted into her mug, the man sitting across from her giving her a curious look.
''What?'' Colby asked.
''Just April being a perv.''
''Make a change, it's usually you.''
She flipped him the bird and set about replying to her friends Tweet, hoping to kill some time. They had just arrived in New Orleans and were sitting in a coffee shop inside the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport.
Jon and Joe had been with them but the airport had somehow lost both men's bags, so while they were waiting for someone to help them, Alexa and Colby had found somewhere to sit while they waited.
RealSierra: You can't have them all... besides, I already have dibs on Ambrose.
WWEAJLee: Well, I guess I'll have to choose between Rollins and Reigns.
RealSierra: Don't you have a boyfriend?
HEELZiggler: YEAH babe, don't you have a boyfriend?!
WWEAJLee: ...
''You do realize that's going to start up a ton of rumours about you and Jon?''
She glanced across the table, finding the Iowan staring down at his phone. ''So? Remember last week, when I went with Joe to the gym? Someone took a photo and posted it on Twitter, asking me if we were banging.''
''That's ridiculous.''
''I know. The point is, people are going to form their own opinions, no matter what.'' She placed her phone on the table and took a sip of her coffee. ''They can say what they want, I don't give a shit.''
''It doesn't get to you?'' He cocked a brow. ''I mean, when you with Randy I can only imagine the kind of stuff people were saying about it.''
''Oh God, you don't even know the half of it. I had death threats when people first found out we were dating, then when he had all his issues with drugs people pointed the finger at me, saying that it was my fault and that I should have helped. I got accused of cheating on him with John and Phil... I think there were ever some rumours that I was screwing around with Paul, and that was why I was in such a good position in the company. Oh, and my personal favourite; when I broke my neck, some people were saying I did it on purpose so Randy would feel guilty and I could get him back. ''
Colby didn't even bother to contain the snort that escaped his mouth. ''Oh, God.''
''So, yeah, it used to get to me... but you eventually learn to just ignore the rumours.''
They spent the next hour or so chatting before Jon and Joe finally appeared with their bags, both men visibly pissed off.
''Come on.'' Jon jerked his head to the side. ''Lets get the fuck out of here.''
''Killer, you want to wake up? My shoulder's going numb.''
Alexa slowly lifted her head off Colby's shoulder and looked around, realizing they had finally arrived at the hotel. She gave him an impish grin as she stretched out her body.
''Thanks for the pillow.'' She said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
He glanced at her then down at his shoulder before freaking out. ''Were you drooling?!''
Alexa snorted and shook her head. "No! I was just messing with you!"
The man narrowed his eyes at her before they dropped down again, searching for any signs of saliva.
''I thought we'd never get here.'' She groaned as she stepped out of the car and started stretching out her legs. ''Next time, I'm driving.''
Jon cocked an eyebrow at her as he climbed out of the driver's seat. ''What's wrong with my driving?''
''I hate to break it to you, guapo, but you drive like a soccer mom.''
''She's right, dude.'' Colby let out a snort before glancing at her. ''Guapo? What is that, Spanish? You speak Spanish?''
''Yes, Colb, I speak Spanish. How did you not know that?''
Jon gave her a pointed look. ''At least I don't drive like I'm playing Grand Theft Auto.''
''Will you guys give it a rest.'' Joe drawled as he got out of the passenger side. ''You're giving me a headache.''
''Sorry, man.''