Hidden Secrets

Respect

Living in the past won't fix anything...~A.M.

I closed my mouth and cleared my throat, taking the headphones off slowly.

She was worried that I was gonna hate her?

Huh, I was proud of her she had divine skills of causing pain . . . maybe she could join WWE one day . . .

I shook my head. No . . .

I stood up and left the office, the principal taking no notice of me as did.

I frowned when I got outside, Drew was sitting in the passenger seat, temple against the window, a pair of red ear buds stuck in her ears.

I slowly opened the driver side door, greeted with silence.

Drew opened her eyes and looked at me, gulping. "You didn't kill the bastard right?"

I shook my head.

She sighed, taking an ear bud out. "How did you and Mom meet?"

I pulled out of the school and looked at her, thinking. "Well, I met her after a match. Before WWE."

she nodded, taking her ear buds off, reaching over to turn the radio on, to Christmas songs. She looked at me. "Happy birthday by the way."

"Today's the seventh?" I asked, kinda surprised. She smiled, nodding.

"Yeah . . ." she got into her bag, handing me a card. "I don't know you fairly well enough to buy a nice present so I got card."

I took it hesitantly laughing nervously. "I . . . didn't get you anything . . . I forgot it was my own birthday."

Her smile grew and she shrugged. "Its okay." She then laughed as Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer came over the radio. "I have to play in this band . . ."

I stopped at a red light. "Band?"

She cleared her throat. "Yeah . . . choir too."

"I can understand choir. Sing a song as my birthday gift?"

She looked at me and laughed. "Seriously?"

"Of course!"

She looked a little nervous but suddenly started doing noises that I guess were warm ups.

"This'll suck but okay . . ."

Then in a soprano voice she sang, prolonging her words so it was blended.

"Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains

Angels we have heard on high
Singing sweetly through the night
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their brave delight

Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gloria in excelsis Deo

Oh shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heavenly song?

Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gloria in excelsis Deo." She trailed off, looking at me with a anxious look, shrugging. "It sounds better with the others."

"It was amazing as it was. Back to band . . ."

"Clarinet."

I choked on my laughter. "Seriously?"

She sighed. "Yeah . . ."

"I'd expect . . ."

"Percussion?"

"Yeah . . . or guitar." I admitted as I parked the truck outside the hotel.

She jumped out of the truck and was standing on my side near the door, her hands behind her back, by the time I hopped out, I jumped back hitting the door.

A smile slowly grew on Drew's lips. "There's a door there, Jon."

I held my hands to my chest, looking back at it. "There is? I didn't know that."

She snickered, her hands coming from behind her back to be crossed over her chest. "You need glasses old man."

"Glasses! Me? You little -" I rushed at her, picking her up, ignoring her noises and squeezed her side. She jerked, but I still held her, squealing like a little girl. I laughed.

"Aye! Not again!" She whined.

"I'm not old." I said closing the door and carrying her towards the hotel.

"You're thirty! Its kinda old . . ."

"And you're sixteen, your point?"

She was quiet. I laughed, victorious.

She groaned. "Put me down?"

"Mmm . . . nah."

"Awww."

I chuckled.

"So you and Mom met at a wrestling match?" She asked casually as if I wasn't carrying her over my shoulder across a parking lot.

"Yeah. She was cute and funny, caught my eye as she was arguing with a lady about something."

"Sounds nice, let me guess you butted in."

"Yeah . . . I did."

"Typical." Drew muttered.

"Hey!"

"Oh hush its true and you know it!"

I grumbled, entering the hotel. "Yeah yeah, one thing that's predictable of me."

"How do you mean?" Drew asked.

"I'm unpredictable."

"That's true . . ." I heard the smile in her voice. "How did you and mom hit it off?"

I sighed, trying to remember, closing my eyes. "I don't remember."

~~~~~

Drew's P.O.V

My smile faded. I gazed at the floor. "Oh . . . well that's okay."

"Sorry, Drew." He sighed, sounding genuinely guilty.

I managed a smile. "Its okay, it was along time ago and it was probably a short period of time, and you were wrestling then too, who knows how many times you got hit in the head."

I only wished I knew how they actually met and what caused them to go their separate ways.

He was silent as he entered the elevator, finally putting me down, I looked up at him, I gave him a reassuring smirk.

We stood in silence, listening to the Christmas elevator music. "I have work tonight . . ." Jon finally said, looking at me. "Wanna come with me?"

I grinned like an idiot. "Now that sounds like the ultimate birthday present."

He smiled. Then suddenly the elevator jolted and the lights flickered. I looked at Dad. The little room jerked again and I screamed, throwing my arms out as I was knocked off my feet and hitting my head on something hard, passing out, hearing Jon yell as I heard his body slam against the wall.

"Drew!"