Something Unpredictable

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Summary: John mulls over his relationship with Carl.

AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG
SERIES: Love in Losses
CHARACTER: John Cena/Carl Edwards, John POV
COMPLETED: November 18, 2008
WORD COUNT: 1,038
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them I’d be too busy to write this stuff. Just fiction, folks. I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
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Titan Towers, WWE Headquarters - Stamford, CT

I love you. I LOVE you. I love you?

What was he thinking? What made him…we’ve never…I’m still at a loss for words and it’s been an entire week. Do I love him back? What does it mean for us if I do? …and if I don’t? I can’t think straight. It’s the only thing on my mind right now. I’ve been repeating that moment over and over in my head since that night. It was like the first time he tried kissing me, all over again. I’d been pretending to sleep to avoid causing a fight or anything. The next morning I’d gotten a call from Vince saying he needed to see me, pronto. Talk about saved by the boss. I’d jetted off to Connecticut while Carl went to Memphis, obviously upset with me for cutting our weekend together short.

I COULD have made it to Atlanta in time for the race on Sunday, but I made up an excuse for missing it. Emergency meeting with the creative department, or something like that. He was less than thrilled with me, but it was better than arguing with him over feelings when I didn’t even have a clue how to react. I care for him, a lot, but I don’t know if it’s LOVE. I’ve never really been “in love” before, so it’s not like I can compare. I’ve told a couple girls I loved them, and meant it, but it just seems like such a different dynamic with Carl. Granted, our families know about us and accept us, but what happens when “love” gets involved? Will he want to start coming out to our friends? I’m definitely not ready to take that big of a plunge yet. I’m still getting used to being comfortable around our parents.

“John. John are you paying attention? CENA!”

“WHA?!” Nearly fly out of my chair at the gruff voice of Vince McMahon, turned up to thirty thousand decibels in his office. He’s glaring at me, never a good sign, annoyance clear in his eyes. As if I don’t have enough to worry about, now I’ve gone and pissed off the boss. Good job, Cena. Real good job.

“If I’m keeping you from something more important, John, by all means…” He gives me the patented McMahon stink-eye and I shrink down in my seat, mumbling an apology. Vince is one of a few people who can intimidate me, and it has nothing to do with him being my boss. I’m pretty sure he could kick my ass if he felt like it.

“Sorry, sir. Won’t happen again,” Clear my throat and shift uncomfortably under his aggravated gaze, trying not to make an even bigger fool of myself.

“See that it won’t. Now, back to Survivor Series…” He shuffles through some papers on his desk, grumbling about his lazy, good-for-nothing secretary. Guess I’m not the first person to piss him off today. Of course, he’d fire her a lot faster than he’d dump me. Lord knows I’m expendable, but he also knows I’m one hell of a money maker and at the end of the day Vince will always do what’s best for business. Even if it means putting up with my stupid ass.

Bzz…Bzz…Bzz…

Great. As if I’m not in enough trouble, now my phone’s going off! Even on silent, it’s obnoxiously loud and it quickly catches Vince’s attention. He glares at me, even more irritated than before, and I can feel the blood draining from my face as the vein in his forehead protrudes and starts to throb. I’m so fucked.

“Are you going to get that, John?”

He says it like a demand and I can feel my palms start to sweat. Any second now he’s going to come across the desk and strangle me. I pull the phone out of my pocket miserably, groaning inwardly when I see Carl’s name on the ID. He has the worst timing possible. I glance up at Vince and shake my head as I send the call to voicemail, “Nothing important, sir, just my buddy Carl.”

“Carl…” there’s a thoughtful look on his face, “He’s the racer, right? Guy you did that show with?”

“I- yeah. Yeah, that’s him,” I’m shocked he even remembers.

“How’s he doing? He’s close to winning that cup thing this year, right? Saw something on ESPN…” the look gets more intense and now I’m nervous. That look usually leads to ridiculous storylines and…oh fuck. I hope he doesn’t suggest Carl comes on a couple shows. But I know that look and when he starts mumbling to himself I know it’s exactly what he wants.

“We should talk to him about coming out to a couple filmings, maybe have him commentate or cut a few promos…Could draw in some new crowds, open us up to a new demographic…be good for business, especially now…”

I swallow thickly and nod once, tightening my grip on the armrests clenched in my hands. This is a bad idea. A very bad idea. I’m sure Carl would have an awesome time but with things the way they are right now, I can’t see it going well, “I’ll…see what I can do, Vince. He’s really busy with work and he’s getting married, so I’m sure most of his free time is going to be spent with his fiancé, planning and stuff…I’ll run it by him though.”

He seems satisfied and shifts the conversation back to the upcoming PPV, while I silently wonder what this all means. If I loved Carl, wouldn’t I jump at the chance to work with him? Wouldn’t I be excited to have him here with me, seeing what I do for a living first hand?

…or maybe it’s that I DO love him and I’m afraid it’ll be so damn obvious that everyone will pick up on it in two seconds and I’m nervous about how they’ll react.

It’s when I feel my phone buzzing in my hand, alerting me of a new voicemail, that it occurs to me that I don’t CARE what anyone thinks. I DO love him, and it doesn’t matter who knows or what they think. Carl’s mine and I love him and that’s ALL that matters.

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