Cincinnati Boy

Chapter 2

The game ended, and I was still talking to Jon. We ended up talking about our families and other things. Apparently his mother abandoned him when his father went to prison. Jon used to do cocaine and smoke pot. But wrestling got him out of being a drug addict. "Wow.. That's horrible." I said to Jon, frowning. "Erica. I'm hung-" I handed him $10 to shut him up. He ran to the canteen and stood in line. Jon watched him and chuckled. Gee, this man had such a goofy laugh. "Kids will do anything for some candy." He looked back at me and smiled. "I enjoyed talking to you, Erica." I watched his lips. The way he said my name and the way his lips moved when he said it was super attractive. "You too, Jonathan... or Jon.. Or Dean, whatever the hell you wanna go by." I said, nervously, but quickly. He laughed harder this time. "Why does everyone do that?" He finished up his laughter. We both stood up as we seen Jackson come back with five bars of candy and a Coca-Cola. "Oh, hey. Did you want my number?" I asked Jon. "Ah, about that," He rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't have a phone." He said plainly. "Oh?" I said, sort of confused. "Yeah, I don't like social media. It's cringe worthy to me. But if you write down your address, I'll come by and visit you sometime." He answered. "Oh.. that's fine. I'll just see you next Saturday." I tried to say naturally. He nodded. "See you then."

Jackson and I got home around 12pm because I stopped by and got us a double cheeseburger at McDonald's, and the line was backed up. I tried walking inside, but Jackson ran right by me, zooming through the house. I flattened my lips. "I made a mistake giving him that money." I walked in and shut the door behind me. "Damn, Erica. What'd you give him?" My mother asked. "$10, but I didn't think he'd buy $10 worth of candy." I laughed. She smiled, then asked, "Why did you give him the money, anyway? Aren't you like, strict on money?" She asked as I sat down on the couch beside her. "Because I was talking to this guy and-" My mom cut me off, "A guy? Ooooh." She gigged, nudging my shoulder. "Mommm, I just met him, chill." I giggled. She leaned close to me, "Is he cute?" I playfully slapped her shoulder. She laughed, "But hey, be careful. Guys can be tricky." She said. "Mom, I'm 25. I'm not your little girl anymore." I said, hugging her. "I know.. time flies. I still can't believe you're gonna be gone next week." She looked down. I placed my hand on her leg. "I'll be back next month, mom. I have to work." I looked at her, "It'll go by quicker than ever." I promised. "Yeah, just like those 25 years of your life did. It seems just like yesterday you were wearing diapers." A tear slipped down her cheek. "My babygirl isn't such a baby anymore." I frowned. "Don't cry, mom.. I love you, alright?" I kissed her forehead and walked off to my room.

The week went by quick. Nothing interesting happened. Well, I did have to call every nurse in the doctors office to hold down this little boy so I could give him his flu shot. But other than that, nothing happened except me doing stacks of paperwork. I set my pen down. "Shit, I'm taking a break." I turned on my TV and switched the channels and suddenly stopped when I seen that WWE was on. "I wonder if Jon will be on?" I said to myself.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night RAW! We have some crazy matches for you tonight. We've got The Guy, Roman Reigns taking on Triple H in our main event tonight. But enough of what's happening later, we need to focus on what's happening right here, right now.

Some music hit and the ring announcer said something about the superstar being from Cincinnati, Ohio, so I quickly looked up and seen Jon. "Deaaaaaannnn Ambrooooosee!" I smiled at the TV, seeing him walk out. All of a sudden, some guy named Kevin Owens walked out. I watched Kevin and Jon fight back and forth, then Jon finished off the match with his finishing move called the "Dirty Deeds". What an off name.. I clapped, seeing him celebrate with the referee. "Damn, he's even hotter in that tank top." I said as my mom walked over to me. "Who's that?" She asked, looking at the TV. "That's the guy I was telling you about." I stated. She had a weird look on her face. "Why is he so greasy? He looks like he just jumped out of a fryer. He needs a bath." She said. I bursted out laughing. "His personality is different than his appearance." I said, grabbing my pen. "Back to work I go. I've got a busy day tomorrow." I told her, turning my spin chair back towards the desk. "Alright, honey. Get enough sleep, though. Love you." She kissed the top of my head and walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her. I opened my notebook to a blank white page and started writing his name down in different ways. I smiled, shutting the notebook. Jonathan... I whispered to myself.