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Devotion	By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Before you get started, please read this. Storme and I, through careful discussion and agreement, have decided to place Kevin and Paul at certain ages. Paul in this story is 37 and Kevin is 40. The girls are both 17; if you don’t agree with this kind of story, please leave now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Flame us and we’ll just laugh and use the flames to keep warm with, you’ll also be blacklisted. With that said, enjoy and please review for us! We need them!

Leyna’s POV

Another city, another hotel and yet another lumpy bed. As always we forgot to close the curtains after we arrived at our room last night and now I had the joy of being woken up by the Floridian sun. That wasn’t the worst of it however. It’s June, which means that it’s hot, sticky and humid as hell. I groaned and looked over at my alarm clock, which I brought with me to every city we went to. I’d had it since I was about 7 and it still worked well enough for me. Nik keeps telling me that I need a new one every year like her...I don’t think so.

Speaking of Nik, I couldn’t see her buried in her blankets, but I could hear her lightly snoring from beneath the massive pile of blankets. How she managed to sleep like that I have no clue. Again I looked at my clock, it was just after 8 and we hadn’t gotten in until after 11. There was no chance of me going back to sleep however; I was like my dad that way. For those who don’t know, my father is WWE wrestler Kevin Nash.

I debated on waking Nik up. She had been my best friend since, well forever. We were born a month a part and have traveled with our fathers ever since. Nik happened to be the daughter of Paul Levesque AKA Triple H. Our fathers got along fairly well, which was good because that means we get to hang out a lot both when on and off the road. We take turns after every trip at each other’s houses; it’s sort of our tradition. We were so close that we were pretty much sisters. Whenever we were on the road we shared a room, drove together and talked about anything and everything.

Lucky for us we don’t actually have any appearances. In my case it’s because I don’t actually wrestle, I help out backstage making sure everyone is where they should be and making coffee and food runs. In Nik’s case she doesn’t have a house show until tomorrow and so we both get the pleasure of sleeping in. Except for the fact that I am awake now and I refuse to lay here and listen to Nik snore. I sighed and sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched. I debated whether or not I should shower before or after hitting the gym. Right, it’s pointless to do so before.

After quickly getting dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt I pulled my hair back and sat down on my bed to put on my runners. I may not be part of the actual talent but because of my dad I’ve always tried to keep fit. I brushed my short, black hair and added a little gel to keep it out of my face, grabbed my key card and Ipod and left the room. I didn’t bother leaving a note because I knew Nik; she would not be up until at least noon.

I waved to Shawn Michaels as I walked down the hall. Usually I would stop and talk but he was on his cellphone talking to who I assume was his wife. He gave me a smile and waved back to me. Nik and I pretty much got along with everyone on the Raw roster and we hung out with the talent every once in awhile. Usually though we were found with each other or our fathers. It took me five more minutes but I managed to find the gym and as usual my dad was already there.

“Hey Daddy-O; how are you doing?” I said as I came up behind him wrapping my arms around him from behind as he continued lifting weights. This was the only time I really could hug him, he was so big compared to me. Here I am just 5’3” and skinny as a toothpick and then he’s 6’10” and built like an ox. Of course that’s what I loved about my dad; he always made me feel safe. “I’m fine Princess, surprised to see you up so early though.” I couldn’t help but smile, dad always caught onto these things. “Yeah, well, we forgot about the curtains again,” I said, moving over to my favourite piece of equipment, the treadmill.

Typical of my dad, the second I got on the treadmill, he wanted to ask a question. Ever tried holding a conversation on a treadmill, its not easy unless you’re in great shape. I’m in good health and shape, but it still annoys me to have to hold conversation while I’m exercising. Starting my light jog, he looked over, still lifting his weights, “Where’s Jasmine? I figured she’d be down here with you since you’re up so bright and early.” Very funny dad, assume we’d both be up, Nik was lucky to be up before the crack of noon.

“Nik up at eight in the morning on a day where she doesn’t have to work until tonight? You’re kidding right?” He laughed, as I expected, and kept working out, not bothered by a little conversation. “She is Paul’s daughter, I’ll say that much. Can’t argue the fact that she’s a good wrestler though, she’s really learned a lot these past few months.” He said in typical dad fashion, he was always thinking of us as children who were constantly learning how to walk. It was endearing though, I’d always be his little girl, and he thought of Nik as part of the family.

Casting him a grin, I chose my next words carefully, “Nik is great at being in the spotlight, but then again, she is the Million Dollar Princess now.” Hold the breaks now, I have nothing against Nik at all, she’s just naturally a little more high society than most of us. Even she admitted it, and it wasn’t hard to tell with all the designer clothes and accessories she wore all the time. If there was ever a question about fashion that I had, she was the person to go to, hands down. “How’s the shoulder and elbow feeling today anyway, Dad?”

As always when I asked him he just shrugged and kept on going. He was funny like that, good at hiding things but when in pain you could see it and judging by the effort he was putting into his workout he was feeling the pain today. “You know Dad, you could get that surgery.” And cue the look that says “you must be crazy” of course he wouldn’t have the surgery unless it got to the point where he couldn’t move his arm at all.

“You know, I was talking to Stephanie the other day, she mentioned adding you into a storyline,” Dad said nonchalantly. My head whipped around and I stopped jogging, which was bad because I promptly found myself flat on my ass on the ground, my dad sitting there laughing his giant ass off at me as usual. “Son of a...Gee thanks Dad, laugh it up will you.” This only made him laugh even harder as I pulled myself up off the floor. It was only then that I realized that there was another booming laugh coming from across the room. That laugh, belonged to none other than Nik’s dad.

“You alright there Shorty?” He asked, between trying to breathe and talk at the same time. I smiled and nodded, for some reason I felt myself turning red. Why I have no clue, I was a certified klutz and so it wasn’t because of the fact that I was embarrassed because frankly I wasn’t. “What are you doing up so early Paul?” This was unusual for him. Like Nik, or rather Nik, like him, he was never up before noon if he had the choice.

“Couldn’t sleep, was having some interesting dreams,” He said with a shrug. I smile and nodded. People started filing into the gym and I steadily got quieter. Around big crowds I was nervous and shy, and for me a big crowd really wasn’t anything more than about 6 or 7 people. I should be used to them all by now but many of them, especially the bigger men, scared me a little and I really don’t know why seeing as I grew up around them. Hell I called Vince “Grandpa V”. Finally after another 10 people filed in I decided to leave. It was just after 9 and I figured I could get in a shower and watch a little TV or something.

When I went to walk past Paul I managed to trip on the leg of one of the machines and started to fall. I closed my eyes, waiting to meet the ground and when I didn’t I opened one eye cautiously and saw Paul’s brown eyes staring down at me. “You ok?” I nodded and mumbled a thanks and went on my way, leaving him standing there watching me walk away.

I felt odd. I’d been hugged by him before, caught by him on a regular basis and still I’d never felt the way that I did now. When he had his arms wrapped around me just then I’d never felt more safe or comfortable, not even with my dad and let’s face it, I was a daddy’s girl who wasn’t afraid to cuddle with her father. My stomach was doing flip flops and I don’t really understand why. I didn’t like him like that did I? He’s my best friend’s dad, it just isn’t right, but if it isn’t, why did it feel that way?

I didn’t want to go back to my room after that, not with me being so confused, I couldn’t face Nik when I had thoughts of being held by Paul, and not when he was catching me either. I had the sudden image of Paul and I sitting on the couch together watching TV with his arm around me and with me resting my head on his shoulder. Oh boy this cannot be good, C’mon Ley, don’t even go there. For one Nik would kill me. Then Dad would kill Paul. Besides, what would he see in me? I was just a 17 year old kid who up until now had a crush on no one. Oh wow that’s it; I’m crushing on my best friend’s dad.

I wasn’t paying attention and soon found myself back in front of our room. I unlocked the door and made my way inside. Nik was still sleeping but lightly, she had mumbled a “what time is it?” and I gave her a quick answer and grabbed a pair of jeans and a new t-shirt. I needed to think and the best place for me to do so was in the shower that I so desperately needed. I stayed in the shower for about 10 minutes before finally stepping out, no closer to having an answer than I was before. I stood in the washroom staring at myself in the mirror. I was nothing special really, black hair, green eyes. I shook my head and proceeded to get dressed and then fixed my hair.

Walking out into the room I almost died of shock...Nik was awake, and it wasn’t even noon. “Wow, miracles do happen,” I laughed as she glared and flipped me off. I smirked and sat down on my bed, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. “Hey, you ok over there?” Of course she would ask me that, I don’t get a break. “I’m fine Nikkikins really, just tired.” Please let that work, please oh pretty please! “Really because I don’t think you are,” Damn it, sometimes I hate the fact that she knows me so damn well. I just smiled. “How about breakfast sleepy head?” Get her mind off it and I’d be fine. “Sure, as soon as you tell me what’s bothering you,” Oh someone up there hates me.
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