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Eleven - The WWE

"I can't believe you're really doing this for me." She said as I coated her hair with Fierce Red hair dye. 

"Don't thank me, it's my pleasure." I said smiling, combing her hair with the dye. 

"So, what made you want to do my hair?" She said.

"I liked your personality. You made me feel warm and welcome and as though I'd known you all my life, and not many people make an impression like that." I admitted, dabbing her hair with tissue. 

"Oh my god. I'm so tweeting that lol." She said, whipping her phone out. 

"'Lol' hahaha I say that too!" I said, laughing. 

She took a selfie on her phone with me doing her hair in the background and captioned it 'is this real?!' and tweeted it. 

"This is actually so fun, so what kind of things do you like?" I asked her. 

"I love Wrestling, whether that's UFC fighting or WWE entertainment, or even NJPW. Fuck, I love NJPW - Bullet Club for life!"She said, making a sign with her fingers. Her middle finger and the finger next to her pinky touched her thumb and it looked like a goat almost. 

"Oh wow. I used to watch Wrestling, I used to love Stone Cold Steve Aus-"

"Oh my god he was my favorite he came for this years WrestleMania with HBK and Mick Foley!"

"Oh I used to die for HBK. Loved him. Is Triple H still in it?" I asked, intrigued. I used watch wrestling with my dad, so it brought back fond, loving memories. 

"Is Triple H still in it?! He's a co-owner now but lost his title to Roman Reigns. He's a complete babe Roman." She said, texting on her phone. 

"We should totally watch it. Is Royal Rumble still a thing as well?" 

"It sure is, that's where HHH won his belt off of Roman Reigns." So as she explained the feud to me, I slowly started to understand what was going on. 

After I rinsed her hair out, her roots were fire red, and her hair was almost as vibrant as her personality. "Oh my God this looks amazing!" She squealed and touched her roots delicately. "How did you - where did you learn to do this?!" She said, looking shocked. 

"My sister used to be a hairdresser. And owned a salon. I'm good at hair and beauty you could say." I said, shrugging and taking my gloved off, and turning the hair dryer on. "You look gorgeous." 

"Oh my God - is this, is this real like?!" She said, her eyes watering a little. I smiled a little to myself, knowing this was the impact my kindness had on people. 

"This sure is." I said laughing a little. 

"You're such an amazing person." She said, still touching her hair. I sat on the couch next to her and turned the TV on. 

"Shut up - it's what friends do right?" I said, playfully pushing her shoulder away.

Her eyes widened with happiness and hope and she blushed. 

"So, are you up for some WWE?" I asked, waving the remote in her face. 

"Never in my life have I been more ready." She said, laughing and giving me a playful glare. 

//\\

5pm rolled on within a few seconds. Time had flew by, struggling to give me a chance to get to know Steph properly. Then, I remembered my date at 7. Shit. 

"Steph..." I said, unknowing how to let her know that I am needing her to leave my home. 

"Yep?" She said, engrossed in the the programme. 

"I have a date at 7." 

"Ah, I get it." She said, standing up and dusting her t-shirt.

Automatically feeling bad, I stopped her. "I was actually going to say, help me get ready please?" 

"You haven't even seen the way I do my make-up. I'm all 'bout that Taylor Momsen thug life." She laughed. 

"Oh okay haha." I said, getting up.

"Trust me, don't feel bad for kicking me out of your house. Thank you for having me, I hope we can do this again." She said, walking to the door. 

"Oh it will. Give me your phone number please?" I asked, smiling and getting the keys. 

She gave me her digits and I gave her mine. "It was lovely spending time with you Mandy." 

And then she left. I locked the door and scrambled upstairs and turned the shower on. 

Stay casual he said. 

I quickly showered and dried off. I went into my bedroom and put some underwear on and my bra, searching the drawers for a nice outfit. I put on a black crop top and some black skinny jeans, with a red flannel around my waist. I dried my hair and left my natural beach waves cascade over my shoulders and down to my waist. Applying some eyeliner and some mascara, I contoured my face and put on my black Adidas ZX Flux (a/n these shoes are actually incredible you should buy them if possible!) and laced them up. 

Happy with the way I looked, I went downstairs to check the time. 6:47. 

I put on some TV as my mind raked through what todays plans were. My heart raced when I thought of Cristiano. His deep, sensual chuckle, the way his brown eyes lit up like sandalwood when he smiled, the vibration his voice made when he was attempting to whisper. This is the Cristiano Ronaldo. The number 1 player in the world. The worlds most arrogant player. The worlds best player. The worlds most dedicated player. The worlds most expected player. 

I sighed deeply and realised I should ring Shenna whilst I waited for him and let her know everything that's going on. 

"Hello?" I heard her say on the other end of the phone. 

"Shen?"

"Yeah doll?"

"It's been going great." I laughed. "I met a friend called Steph and she is incredible. Spent most of the day with her today, and I'm just waiting for Cristiano to arrive to pick me up for a date tonight." 

"That sounds lush darl, but making friends with a randomer? That's a tad weird and if she's a commoner, then you're entire image could mess up." She said, worried.

"I know, I know." I said, rolling my eyes. "Do you know how many friends I have in this industry? Apart from Amore, and Kylie - no one. And even then, Kylie I hardly see and feel weird to be around because she's a whole lot younger than me. I don't care what you say. Steph seems honest and trusting and I liked her. And I want to be her friend." 

"Understood. So, tell me, you and Cris. Where are you on the relationship timeline? Knowing him, you're probably already pregnant with your 4th child." She chuckled.

"5th actually."

"Funny."

"Thanks."

"For real though. What's happening?"

"We've kissed. We've been on a date. He's commented on my instagram." 

"Perfect! Now this date, you need to make him fall even harder and make him realise that you are the perfect girl."

"And how the hell do I do that?" I said, sitting down. 

"You need to -" 

And then the doorbell rang.