Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 45

Survivor Series [Final Part]

*Sisilia's POV*

"You need to quit panicking Osborne. You're going to make everything obvious," Michaels said in a hushed tone as he held onto my arms firmly. "And stop the lip biting!" He then hissed.

"I can't help it! I'm nervous!" I argued before glaring at him. "I honestly wish that I didn't hear a damn thing..." I mumbled before looking down.

"Look..." Michaels sighed as his frustration builds. "I wish you didn't hear a damn thing too, but you did and that's dangerous. All I'm asking you to do, is to remain calm, because if you don't and people-- especially Bret-- senses something off, then it's gonna cost you your job. You don't want to lose your job now do you?"

I bit down onto my lip harder as I pondered on his words. I honestly couldn't believe how suddenly I got mixed up into this.

"Well, do you?" He repeated lightly squeezing my arms. I shook my head still not looking at him. "Good. Because you just got this job and I'm thankful because not everyone can make their legs look that sexy in such tight leather pants." (Outfit up above)

I then looked up to him to see a wide grin plastered onto his face which immediately washed away the stress I was feeling.

"Shut up!" I snapped playfully as I formed a grin of my own.

What is wrong with me?

Why does he suddenly have these effects on me?

First was his voice, now it's his face?

What is going on?!

"Hey guys..." Hunter suddenly poked his head through the looker room door. "You're on in five minutes," He informed then disappeared.

"Shall we?" Michaels held his arm out just like he did back at the hotel except the only difference was, that I actually hooked my arm with his instead of ignoring it.

"We shall."

*
Walking down the ramp for the first time in months is beyond nerve wrecking.

The fans, the cheers, the boos, the signs and the mixed feelings that came with it all-- I thought that I would never experience it again.

But, here I am, walking beside Michaels as his little cheerleader as the crowd gave mixed reactions.

Some held their heads in utter shock not knowing how to react as they see me, some cheered tremendously and some booed viciously but mainly to the fact that I was accompanying Michaels to the ring given the situation, but I didn't care, this is what I came for and this is what I loved doing.

I smiled widely as we approached the ring.

God, how I missed this ring.

Both Michaels and I walked up the steel steps where he then mashed down the bottom rope so I can enter the ring through it comfortably.

Once we were in the ring, Michaels began getting cocky with a Canadian flag that I didn't even notice he had until now.

I rolled my eyes and began walking to where the announcer stood in the corner of the ring but then was suddenly grabbed by the waist.

I let out a small yelp until I was placed on a lap feeling lips against my right ear.