Too Young To Fall In Love (A Sheamus Fanfic)

Expect The Unexpected

Hey. My name's Ayla, Ayla Ferguson. I know it sounds like a mouthful. I'm twenty years old and I still live at home with my mom. It's just us nowadays. My dad, he died when I was about three years old, I barely knew him. I work right now, in a book shop, trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. 

When I was in school, I thought being a makeup artist is how I would change the world but that delusion quickly dissipated. I wasn't passionate about it, it didn't feel like me. I like makeup, sure, but the idea of spending the rest of my life beautifying the masses seemed superficial. 

I do have a couple passions though, I'm not completely without. I'm in love with writing, I always have been. Most of my life, I'd had difficulty expressing myself, having a voice. But when I put that pen to paper, I just lose myself in it, like it's just me and my words. Nothing else matters.

Writing isn't all that I'm in love with. I have a certain predilection towards violence in tights, better known to everyone else as professional wrestling. It began with my dad. He was a fanatic for sure. He'd watch it every week and even buy tickets to the pay-per-views if he was able to. Triple H was always his favorite, or so I'm told by my mom. 

In all honesty,  I don't recall much about my dad, not from my own memories at least. Most of what I know now is what my mom has shared with me. Growing up, she would tell me a different story about him every night.  My favorite is how they met. 

Her best friend at the time was a wrestling geek and my mother was not, though she was dragged along to a local pay-per-view nonetheless. My mom ended up being sandwiched between her friend and some random guy who ended up spilling his drink on her. Classy. Right as she was going to "raise hell", she was "twitterpated" and caught off guard by how "ruggedly handsome" he was. Her words, not mine. He apologized, offered to pay for her dry cleaning, and the rest, as they say, is history. 

Now, it's the beginning of summer, and while I still work, my  cousin Piper just finished  her  spring semester  of school.  Ever since we were kids, Piper has spent her summers with my mom and I.  In the beginning, she only spent a week or two with us and then she went back home. But every summer since freshman year, she's spent the entirety of her break with us and I couldn't be happier. Piper is basically my sister.

"Shit", I muttered as I looked at the clock. The time now read 10:37 pm and Piper's flight was due to arrive a little after 11. Meaning that if I wanted to get there on time, I'd have to leave this very second. I hurriedly grabbed my keys and shouted to my mom from the front door, "Going  to pick up Pip from the airport!", as I vacated the house. After I peeled out of the neighborhood, it took me about twenty minutes before I noticed the familiar signs directing me to the airport parking garage.

Finding a space was murder despite it being well past the evening. "Didn't know late night flights were in high demand," I thought to myself as I finally pulled into an opening.  I made my way to the elevators and rode a few floors up to where the gates were.  Upon stepping out, I came face to face with a Starbucks and made the wise decision to indulge myself. I ordered one Horchatta Frappuccino for myself and one Green Tea Frapp for Piper, her favorite. I soon located her gate as well as a table for us, now all that was left to do was wait. 

I took the opportunity to pull out my iPod and listen to a few songs; the first being "Written In My Face", Stephan Farrelly's entrance theme, though the rest of the world knows him as Sheamus. He's been my favorite wrestler since I first watched him when I was younger, there's just something about him that captivates me. Plus, he's easy on the eyes and I can't complain about that. I'd be absolutely thrilled to meet him, though the likelihood of that happening is rather slim at the moment. To just see him and thank him for following his dreams would be my dream. I don't want to be a wrestler but seeing him go out every week and live his passion reminds me that there is something out there waiting for me, something that is made for  me.  If he can live and find his passion, so can I.

I sighed, sinking into my seat, "What a dream indeed." I looked back up to see masses filing out of the gate and I scanned many faces until I saw the blonde of Piper's ponytail bouncing as she walked. She locked eyes with me then, without warning, threw her bag to the ground and sprinted towards me, full force, even tackling me in the process. "Holy shit, Ayla!", she exclaimed through laughter, "It's been too long!" The strength of her embrace was super human and I had to croak out a meager "Cant. Breathe." before she let go. "Sorry," she giggled, "I was just so excited to see you!"

"I'd be more excited if the airport wasn't so popping at 11 o'clock at night," I smiled back at her jokingly. She linked her arm with mine and proceeded to drag me along. "So, what's first? Gossip, dinner or wrestling?"

"How about our drinks? Are you so excited that you thought I'd forget your white girl staple? A Green Tea Frapp? What a shame." She smiled at me knowingly then went  back to our table and grabbed her beverage, taking a sip of it. "Now that is heaven, thank you."

We made our way towards baggage claim and quickly located her bright purple duffel bag, not like it was a challenge. "Got everything?", I asked and she nodded her head in response. We walked into the elevator and I figured I'd ask how her flight went. 

She went on about this kid behind her that kept kicking her seat whilst the mom did nothing  to intervene. I laughed my ass off! Pip was one of those people that just had a way with telling stories. "Oh? Little Timmy wants a race car for Christmas? Well, too bad buck-o! You're on the naughty list for kicking Big Piper's seat!", she further joked, vocal inflections and extravagant gestures galore! She had me laughing so hard, the entire parking garage was sure to think we were bonkers. 

My laughter died down as I scanned a nearby group. They were all particularly buff, potential athletes which was not unheard of for our town. We actually encountered loads of athletes staying here, football players, hockey players, you name it. There were only maybe five in total but one of them had caught my gaze. He was tall, with fair skin and fiery red hair, wearing a grey tee with the word "Fella" on the back.

Fella...Fella...where have I heard that before? My eyes widened as I realized who I was staring at.

Sheamus.