TRUST, it’s what friends do!

It was sometime in the afternoon and Shawn Michaels was sitting at a table on the side of the pool of the hotel they were staying at listening to music on his laptop and looking at random pictures in the folders stored in his computer. Bret Hart was sitting next to him, completely hating where he was currently, but found that he was too lazy to move. Shawn tapped Bret on the shoulder.

“What?” Bret asked coldly looking up from the book he was reading. Shawn pointed to the open iTunes library.

“Listen to this.” He clicked a song that was all too familiar to Bret it was his old crappy entrance music. “Why would you have this as your entrance music, Bret?” Shawn asked giggling.

“Shut up. I don’t know. Maybe I thought it was cool or something back then. I don’t know.” Bret snapped going right back to his book. Shawn got a sad look on his face.

“Bret, I know what’ll make you feel better.” Bret marked his book to see what song Shawn was going to open. Shawn clicked on “Sexy Boy”, the first crappy version of his opening. The song started playing.

Aahhhh!! SHAWN!!!
I think I’m CUTE! I KNOW I’m SEXEH!

Bret couldn’t help, but laugh at how stupid his voice sounded as he was emphasizing and over using the constants of pretty much every word. Shawn smiled.

“Wow, Shawn, you suck at singing!” Bret managed to say was he was catching his breath.

“Shut up! I bet I sing better than you!” Shawn replied sticking his tongue out. Bret rolled his eyes.

“I was the Genie of the lamp, c’mon. I had to sing for my audition.” Bret responded sounding sure of himself.

“Who did you use to sing for you for your audition?” Shawn smiled. Bret glared at him and flipped him off. Shawn chuckled as he scrolled through his music.

“You wish!” Shawn said clicking open “Lips of an Angel”.

“Shut up.” Just then, a buzzing sound was heard as a bee flew making Bret duck his head into Shawn’s arm.

“Uh, Bret, are you scared of bees or something?” Shawn asked confused. Bret jerked his head up and regained his composure.

“No! Bret “Hitman” Hart isn’t scared of anything.” Shawn rolled his eyes and started singing along to the song pointing at Bret whenever the mention of a girl would come up making Bret slap Shawn upside the head. The same thing went on for awhile until Shawn played “99 Biker Friends”. He got less than halfway through the song…

“Wait, I just realized, the guy whose singing likes the girl getting beat up. My bad.” Bret laughed.

“Oh come on Shawn, I know you like me, you homo.” Shawn flipped him off.

“I’m not gay!” Bret shrugged and started digging though his bag for his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Shawn opened up “Juliet” that his daughter Cheyenne put on his computer and he started to sing to it, but was surprised when Bret started singing with him.

“Wait, how do you know the words, Bret?” Shawn asked.

“My daughter Alexandrea plays this song all the time at home.” Bret replied. Shawn closed the song and opened up Yahoo.com to search for pictures of God-knows-what. Bret leaned over to see what Shawn was looking for as he lit one of his cigarettes. The website that had taken Shawn was a…SLASH WEBSITE?! Shawn and Bret looked at each other as they scrolled through picture after picture of Shawn and the Undertaker, Bret and Shawn, and one utterly disturbing picture of Bret and the Undertaker.

“O-kay, Shawn, I think we’re done with these.” Bret said as he blew a cloud of smoke into Shawn’s face. Shawn coughed.

“Please…cough…refrain from smoking. It’s a disgusting habit!” Shawn said irritated as he was looking for an amusing picture of Bret’s face against the mat screaming…think about it…

“Heehee. I love this pic, Bret.” Shawn said smirking at the picture. Bret gave a light growl and blew more smoke into Shawn’s face making Shawn cough. Shawn glared at him and knocked the cigarette out of his hand.

“Hey, Shawn! Whatever.” Bret said starting to take out another cigarette, but before he could, Shawn grabbed the pack, snapped it in half, and threw it. Bret glared at him.

“Look, I don’t smoke. It’s gross. Listen, how much did that pack cost, 10 dollars?” Shawn asked taking a 10 out of his pocket. Bret was still glaring at him but held out his hand to take the money and put it in his pocket. Shawn found a fanfiction about the too of them based off the song “Lips of an Angel”. Every now and again they would say, ‘I wouldn’t say that!’ or ‘That’s gross! I’m not your friend!’ etc. Bret looked in one of the pockets of his bag and found one more cigarette.

‘I’ll save it for later.’ Bret thought. Shawn opened up iTunes and clicked “Honky Tonk…” (Too lazy to type the rest out) Bret started laughing and took a five out of his pocket.

“Look, Shawn, I’ll give you five bucks if you dance to this song like an idiot!” Shawn shrugged and put the five in his back pocket and started shaking his hips to the beat making Bret shake his head and chuckle a little bit. Shawn was grinding into one of the other chairs and walking around the pool area swaying hips as he walked, but to Bret something didn’t…feel right. Was it just him or were his pants getting to small. He looked down.

‘shit!’ he thought and crossed his legs without really applying too much pressure on his lower half. He tried ignoring it, watching Shawn dance to the music. Shawn motioned for him to come over to the diving board where he was standing. Bret hesitated, but got up to see what he wanted.

“Bret, stand up here!” Shawn asked him.

“Shawn, no. I’m not dancing. I don’t dance. Besides,” Bret said glancing down, “I don’t think there’s enough room.”

“Aw, Bret, don’t be so down on yourself. You’re not that fat!” Bret glared at him as Shawn pulled him up and smiled at him waiting for Bret to do something, but Bret just stood there saying he couldn’t. Shawn shrugged and walked off to his laptop to play another song. Bret being very bored, saw a small tree and grabbed hold of a thick branch to climb up.

“Bret, I wouldn’t—I think you’ll break the branch.” Shawn said worryingly.

“Shawn, I’m fine.” Bret resented.

“Get down here!”

“Um…I can’t.” Bret said looking uncomfortable.

“You’re stuck.”

“No, I’m—yeah, I’m stuck. Could ya help me get down?” Bret said trying to find his footing. Shawn came around the other side and grabbed Bret’s leg and his butt. Bret did not like that. Shawn managed to get him out and carried him a short distance to the diving board. Bret was clinging on, afraid that Shawn might drop him.

“Shawn, put me down, put me down, put me down…” Shawn made it to the diving board and sat down letting Bret get off.

“Bret, I didn’t drop you. Why don’t you trust me?” Shawn asked somewhat annoyed.

“Hmm…It could have possibly been when you screwed me over in Montreal.” Bret replied sarcastically looking at the tree. Shawn smirked came up behind Bret and grabbed his butt making Bret jump. Bret was already hard. Shawn only seemed to be making it worse.

“Jeez, Bret. You need to calm down.” Shawn said laughing at Bret’s reaction.

“I need to calm down? You’re the one grabbing onto my butt, you homo!” Bret yelled still kinda shaken.

“Oh, come on, Bret, I’ve done that to pretty much everybody as a joke. I’ve done that to Mark and Glenn and they didn’t care. You gotta learn to take a joke.”

“I don’t take jokes anymore.” Bret said taking out the cigarette from his pocket. “Ever since Owen died.”

“Bret, I dare you to smoke that! I dare you! Prove to me that you’re not scared!” Shawn yelled getting overwhelmingly disgusted. Bret looked at it and walked over to a brick wall. “Come on Bret! I dare you!” Bret stared at it for a long time before crushing it in his hand and with all his might, chucking the remains as far as he could over the wall.

“Whoa.” Shawn whispered not believing what he had just seen. Bret fell to his knees and held his head. “Bret?” Shawn came over to where Bret was sitting.

“I-I broke the promise. I broke it. I broke it.” Bret whispered to himself.

“Bret?” Shawn brought his head up to see tear stains on Bret’s face. Shawn sat down next to him and put his arm on Bret’s shoulder.

“I miss Owen. I broke my promise. I promised I’d always be there for him. I promised him that I would protect him and I didn’t. I’m a horrible big brother.” Bret said fighting back tears.

“Bret, there was nothing you could do. It was an accident. Besides, you were with another company. There was nothing you could do to stop what happened. There was nothing anyone could do. I did the zip line and he wanted to show me up.”

“No, it was my fault! I saw you do the zip line on TV and I told Owen to do it. It was all my fault! If I hadn’t told him to do that, then he wouldn’t have died! He was my little brother and I promised I wouldn’t let him get hurt! I broke my promise!” Bret hugged onto Shawn as he cried into his chest. Shawn patted his hair and tried getting him to calm down.

“Bret, it’s okay. It’s okay. That’s all in the past. You can’t change it. You didn’t break your promise to Owen, you didn’t know.” Shawn moved Bret’s head up. “Hey, quit being emo. Where’s the “Hitman” Hart?”

“….here.” Bret said unenthused as he stood up…….. “You know Shawn, why don’t you just leave me and my family alone.” Shawn stood up abruptly, hurt by what he had just heard.

“Hey, Bret, Owen was a great guy. It’s not my fault he died. So don’t start blaming me for all this.” Shawn said standing up for himself.

“Shawn, you ruined my life! You stole my belt from me!”

“Vince told me to!”

“Yeah right! I thought we could be friends at first when you first won the championship from me, but no, you had to be a bastard and told me to get the fuck out of your ring to soak up all your “amazing” glory!” Bret yelled as he walked toward the room. Shawn grabbed his laptop and quickly followed him.

“I said that?” Shawn asked sounding surprised. “Bret, I’m—I’m so sorry.”

“Like Hell you are!” Bret replied still walking. “Shawn, I wanted to walk away with the belt around my waist, but instead you decide to shatter my trust and screw me over! I lost in my home town!”

“Whoa! Hold on a sec. What do you mean, I shattered your trust?” Shawn asked as they walked into the room.

“Several days before the match, I asked you a simple question. Do you remember what that was, Shawn?” Shawn shook his head.

“I asked ‘Can…I …trust…you.’ And you know what you said? One word… ‘yes.’” Bret said angrily.

“Bret, I didn’t even know of the plan to screw you over until way later!” Shawn said trying to reason with him.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?!” Bret shouted.

“You were going to leave to WCW the next day! You can’t leave with the belt!” Shawn replied.

“I was thought of as a hero in Montreal! Do you know how embarrassing it is to lose in your hometown?!” Bret was still on a roll.

“Montreal is not you hometown! Just because you’re from Canada doesn’t mean you can walk up and say ‘Since this is my home country, I don’t want to lose the match.’ Well, the US is my country and I would lose a lot. You don’t hear me complaining.”

“Shut up!” Bret yelled grabbing Shawn’s neck. “You ruined my life, my career, and my reputation…I could just snap your neck right now.” Shawn’s eyes got wide and he made a light whimper.

“You wouldn’t.” he said scared.

“I would and I will.” Bret said tightening his grip.

“What if I said I’m sorry?” Shawn choked out. Bret’s gaze never left Shawn.

“That’s not enough to cover it.” Bret said coldly.

“What can I do to…cough…make it up?” Shawn was now having trouble breathing. Bret glared at him readjusting his hands getting ready to snap his neck in half making Shawn whimper and his eyes get big and teary as he stared into Bret’s light chestnut eyes he could see that were full of fire. Suddenly, Bret grabbed the back of Shawn’s neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Bret quickly broke away and lay down on the bed back toward Shawn.

“Uh…Bret. What was that?!” Shawn said wiping his mouth.

“Nothing.” Bret said. “It was nothing. Forget it.”

“Bret,” Shawn said smiling, “that was something.”

“No it wasn’t.” Bret insisted.

“Bret, seriously! What the f--?!”

“I love you Shawn Michaels!” Bret yelled out of frustration. After yelling, his face turned bright red and he looked at the floor in embarrassment. Shawn sat there, dumbfounded at what he had just heard come out of his worst enemy’s mouth.

“You…you what?” Shawn stammered.

“All those times I made fun of you and tried to humiliate you, I…I was…covering up my true feelings I have for you…” It got quiet as Bret and Shawn stared at each other. Shawn got up and looked into Bret’s light chocolate brown eyes. He gently took Bret’s face into his hands and closed his eyes, pulling him into a kiss that Bret wished would never end. They both knew, that this love was meant to be after all this time.

The End