Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 35 Apologies&Closet Rendezvous

RV next day.

"Hey has Randy been weird lately?" I asked, playing on the iPad on the couch.

"Now that you mention it ya he has. He seems on edge." He nodded, looking up from his crossword, his glasses making him look nerdy.

"He snapped at me at the arena last night. I just walked away." I sighed, putting it down.

"Really? That's unusual, he loves you." Phil murmured, pencil scratching against the paper.

"I wonder what's going on with him." I thought out loud, Phil making a non-committal noise.

I knew he was sucked into his puzzle and I grinned, wanting to screw around with him. It would have to be casual though. I went back to the iPad turning it onto camera. Clicking record I held it up slightly so it got his face. We were across each other on the couch, feet tangled together.

"I wonder if he's nervous about something." I commented, making stuff up

"Mm."

"Maybe's he's just stressing."

"Mmmphmm."

"Pumpkins are purple."

"Uh huh."

"Be my baby daddy?"

Phil coughed before turning completely red. His eyes were wide as he looked over the book at me. His pencil had made a ripping noise on the paper and I was nearly choking with laughter. I hit stop before bursting into laughter.

"Your face." I chuckled, a hand over my eyes.

"Your such an ass Lila." He snorted, going back to his paper.

I just laughed, clicking the video. I watched it bursting into laughter all over again. Phil tried to ignore me but caved, crawling over, lying on my stomach to watch it. By the end we were both in tears, his reaction priceless.

Sunday Night PPV Royal Rumble

The night was finally here and my nerves were through the roof. I could feel the electricity in the air and it was running through me. We had just walked into the building, bags in hand and I looked up at Phil who had a serious look on his face. I knew mine must have been a copy of his. I couldn't seem to shake Seth's note from my mind and I was wondering what he meant. It wasn't as though I could just go up to him and ask him what he meant. We made our way through the back, peoples voices ringing through the halls. Slipping into our locker room we shut the door.

"You ok?" he asked, putting his bag down on the bench.

"I'm fine. Just got a lot on my plate tonight." I reassured him, opening my bag.

I had gotten my make-up and hair ready in the bus, easier to do it there than in the locker room. Pulling out my wrestling clothes Phil went into the showers, his own clothes in his hand.

"I know. Don't worry about it though Lila. We got this. We just have to go out there and

not think about anyone else and just focus on winning." He called out.

"I know. I just have a lot on my mind."

I pulled off my shirt, slipping into a royal blue shiny half shirt. It was tight and had rips across the chest and arms. I quickly slipped into my ripped black pants, doing them up and shoving my feet into my boots. I sat down and started lacing them up when Phil walked in, ready to go. He knelt down in front of me and began lacing the other boot.