Pizza...Pizza was all that I craved. I wanted to eat my favorite food, but here comes the debate. 'What restaurant do I go to? CC's, Pizza hut, Crico's, Domino's, there are too many options.' I thought to myself. I didn't want to wait any longer so I got into my car and drove till I saw the nearest pizza place. CC's...Hot and ready in 5 minutes or less. God bless.
CC's is where it all happened.
I reached for the cheese pizza...and so did he...our hands touched as we reached for the same slice and our eyes met. "Ladies first" he said and smiled.
My cheeks flushed and my skirt flew up...he made me so nervous that I couldn't hold it in... God bless his beautiful face.
I grabbed the pizza and ran, my face was so red from embarrassment that I stole the newspaper some guy was reading and hid my face behind it. God bless the man.
I peeked over the paper and he was coming towards me. His hair... a mullet braided and pulled to the side. His beard, glorious. His shirt was a dark grey and he wore black skinny jeans. I recognized him from the internet. His motivational speeches are so inspiring. They made me wanna...just do it.
He sat down at my table and pushed the newspaper down so he could see my face. "I like you, you didn't let your dreams be dreams. You just did it. I like that."
God bless Shia Labeouf.
"Can have my newspaper back." The man I stole the paper from had walked over. He was big and built. He had brown hair, no shirt, and blue jeans. His wrists had sweat bands on them like he had just worked out. His name I already knew. His face I already knew. He was the one and only John Cena...
Without saying a word I gave John his newspaper back and looked down at my pizza.
God bless pizza.
"No toppings eh?" John said and chuckled. "That's just boring."
Shia looked up at John and smiled. "Don't let your dreams be dreams. John...go get your toppings."
John laughed and pointed at his table. "I did that already...I got each topping on each slice."
Shai stood up and took John's hand. He grabbed John's pizza and walked out the door into the sunset.
My jaw dropped and I shoved a slice of pizza into my face hole.
And that my kids is the story of why we say God bless Shia La Cena every night before bed.
