A/N: I've been wanting to do a Shannon story forever. So here it is. Let me know what you think. Please R&R. Any feedback is great for me.
Disclaimer:Don't own any WWE Superstars. Only OC's
First Impressions
Gas Chamber Ink. I look up from my newspaper to see where my final destination has landed me. I'm now standing in front of some random tattoo shop in the middle of North Carolina.Great.
I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting when I saw the listing in today's paper, but I figured this was better than nothing. I needed something to hold me over while I stayed here, even if it was a downgrade from my wonderful job at a record company. I may not be a fantastic artist but I can be a damn good receptionist. So I did what I had to do in order to take care of my Aunt and my cousin, so I sucked up all my pride and walked in to the shop.
As I walked in to the shop I see that all eyes are on me, I definitely didn't fit in here.
"Can I help you?" Some guy asked me.
"Uhh. Yeah. I'm Daniel Thompson. I'm here for the job."
"You're kidding me right?"
"No actually I'm not." I snap back at him but before the guy can reply he's interrupted by another guy coming in from the back of the shop.
"Sorry about that. Hi, I'm Shannon and that was Shane. You're here for the job?"
"Yeah."
"We talked on the phone earlier and I'm impressed but isn't this place a little bit out of your league?"
Yeah that's what I was saying. "No. I really need this job and anywhere is better than nothing so I can't be picky." I said trying to sound as sincere as possible.
"Right. We'll we would be happy to have you. Can you start tomorrow?"
"WOW. Thanks. Sure thing, I'll be here. Thanks a lot."
"No Problem. See you tomorrow."
Giving Shannon a smile and a wave, I exit the shop and enter my jeep.
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Shannon's POV
"You must be out of your mind Shannon." Shane says.
"I'm not. She really needs this job and we need someone for the position."
"Whatever you say boss, it's your shop." He says going back to his client.
Shane didn't need to say it for me to understand what he meant by me being out of my mind. Daniel wasn't like most people who worked here. Plainly dressed in nothing put some blue jeans, converse, and white tank top, the outfit showed off every single one of her curves. And from what I saw she didn't have one tattoo on that perfectly shaped body of hers. She barely had any piercings, at least from what I could see, just four in each ear. You can tell that she would rather be anywhere else but here but at the same time that disgruntled look in her big brown eyes said that something was bothering her but her big bright smile could quickly hide the pain that I saw. Most people would consider her to be snobby or a bitch, but I could see beyond that. Her thick shoulder length black hair cascaded around her round face, which complimented her brown skin. She was beautiful in her own way, and to say that I was fascinated was an understatement.
End Of Shannon's POV
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I now could check job of my list of a million things to do. Now to the next thing, I pull up to the Elementary School where my little cousin went and waited for him to come out.
"Hey Delilah." He always calls me that. Delilah's are his favorite flower because of his mom and I'm his favorite cousin so I guess he just put the two together. I'm telling you, the kids smart for an eight year old.
"Hey Braydin. How was school?"
"It was okay. The usual. How about you?"
"I got a job today. Which is good because that means, on my next paycheck I can take you shopping."
"Really?"
"Yes, but only if you promise to get a B on your next spelling test and if you get an A, I'll get you a surprise. Deal munchkin?" I'm always trying to keep him focused. Even when I was in L.A I would bribe him with the latest CD so that he can do good in school to please his mom and make it easier for her. But ever since his mom got sick he went off track.
"Deal!"
We enter my Aunt Karen's house and I see her sprawled across the crouch, watching the newest episode of the Tyra Banks Show. Braydin runs into her arms and gives her a hug. I just smile at the scene in front me. It kills me to see her in this condition, especially with Braydin being so young. She needed to get a kidney transplant, everything was going good for so long until one day her body rejects it. There's not much we can do now, we just wait.
"Hey Auntie Kay Kay. You need anything?"
"No sweetie. You're doing a fine job. You need to relax."
"I can't so much to do."
"Not in this house. I swear I've never seen this house so clean in my life." She chuckles to herself.
"Yeah we'll, you won't have to deal with Mrs.Clean anymore. I got a job today."
"That's good. Where?"
"A tattoo shop. Don't give me that look. You and I both know I can't draw. I'm kind of like a receptionist. It's good money and we need it. We can only live off of what I saved from my other job for so long"
"I know sweetheart. What's this place called?"
"Gas Chamber Ink."
"Sounds really, interesting." She says, but I could sense the reluctance in her voice.
"Did you say Gas Chamber Ink?" Braydin says.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Shannon Moore owns that place. That is so cool!!"
"Who?"
"Prince Of Punk. Smackdown." I give Braydin a clueless look.
"Sorry but I haven't watched wrestling since I was 17, it's been like eight years!"
"Now that you're home with us I'm filling you in again. He's a wrestler."
"Oh."
"That's all you have to say."
"Yes. What do you expect me to do? I'm not a fan."
"Tonight. You and I are watching wrestling end of story."
"You're very bossy for an eight-year old. Since I'm the adult here, we're going to do it like this. You fill me in on all the stuff I've missed since, you've been born. Only if you do your homework and chores."
"Fine." He says getting up from his mother's lap and running upstairs.
"You're really good at this." Karen says.
"Thanks. It's just another way to motivate him I guess, plus I actually miss watching wrestling."
Karen just laughs at me and I go into the kitchen to make dinner. I only have a couple hours before Braydin comes bursting in here and shoves this deal down my throat.