It All Started With A Kiss (Continuation)

Royal Rumble

It's now the day of the Royal Rumble in Boston, I come out of the bathroom dressed in a dark red dress with matching shoes. My jewelry consisted of loop earrings, pearl bracelet, my promise and engagement rings, and a heart pendant necklace. I had red eyeshadow, nail polish and a flower clip for my hair to match my dress and shoes. My hair was styled long and curly. Once I'm done, I walk out to put my other clothes in my bag and grab my jacket. Alex whistles playfully. I smile and roll my eyes jokingly.

"You would..."

He grins.

"Tonight should be an interesting night."

"Yeah." Alex agrees.

"Mike and Windy both have title matches...myself being in the Rumble..."

"You never told me you were in the Rumble...that's awesome."

He nods, smiling.

"What spot in the Rumble are you?"

"34."

"Well that's still a good spot...most of the others are worn down before you even come out."

"I know."

"Well let's go wait out in the car...even though I'm dreading going outside into the cold and everything."

"Alright." He agrees.

We put on our jackets and head out to the car. In the meantime Aly's just coming out of the bathroom from changing herself. She's not looking up, instead looking at her wrist as she fumbles with the clasp of her bracelet. She hears Mike whistle from behind her, and she senses him staring. She laughs faintly, still messing with the clasp while sticking her feet into her heels.

"Amazing." He mutters.

She giggles as she walks over to him and sticks her wrist out, silently asking for his help with the clasp. He smiles and helps, putting the small ring though the clasp.

"Thank you." She kisses his cheek lightly, the smell of mango reaching him.

"...mango..." He mumbles.

She just smiles, going to get her jacket.

"You can get some of the mango, after you win your match tonight." She comments and he smirks.

"Just a little incentive to win, not that you need it." She adds, shrugging as she grabs her bag after putting on her jacket.

"Of course not..." He chuckles, grabbing his own jacket and putting it on.

He grabs his bag and they head out to the car. She falls quiet as we drive to the arena, looking out the window deep in thought. After we get to the arena, I fall back to walk with her as we go to the room.

"Hey, you okay? You were awfully quiet on the way here."

"I just have a weird feeling about tonight." She says quietly with a shrug.

"Is this feeling about anyone in particular?"

"It isn't Mike."

"And it can't be Alex...or me...so that leaves yourself."

She bites her lip and nods, sighing.

"I hope this is one of these time when you're wrong."

"Me too." She mumbles.

"But guess what? I didn't find this out until earlier, but Alex is in the Rumble."

"Really? That's good for him."

"Yup, number 34. Which if you look at that in a good way, whoever's still in the ring is worn out before he even comes out."

"Yeah."