Make up your mind

Author: Genta ~ gentah@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: I own the story. Christy Hemme and Shelton Benjamin work for WWE. Theory of a deadman sings Make up your mind …lyrics are enclosed at the end

Distribution: My groups I post to, anywhere else just ask

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Christy and Shelton are at a crossroads

Characters/Pairing: Christy Hemme and Shelton Benjamin

Their relationship was anything but simple. It started secretly because she was a diva search contestant. Then when people found out Shelton and Christy were dating, there was support and disparagement. It seemed they were happier then when it was them against the world. But slowly the disparagement faded. Shelton was happy that Christy was given so many opportunities. Playboy did not bother him because everyone saw what came home to him.

Shelton was not sure when things started going sour but they did. Every other week it was something. Shelton looked out the window from where he sat on the bed. Christy stated they needed to think about their relationship. Shelton had mentioned that Christy acted like a spoiled brat. Christy stated Shelton was just jealous because she got more air time than him. He wished he would have never met her at Denny's.

Christy entered the room combing out her hair. She hated the fact that they fought so much. They always slept on it. They'd wake up and apologize. Christy smiled as she thought about how they would make up. They tried to break up and go their separate ways. Both seemed to lose their minds and they would vow not to argue again. Christy remembered Shelton saying she was not worth him worrying over. For some reason she could not forget that statement. She had noticed Maria taking an interest in him. She worried that when they woke up that it would be over.

Shelton leaned over and kissed Christy good night. He also invited her to come and cuddle if she wanted to. Christy nodded and turned her light out. She got comfortable and laid her head on his chest. This was how it was suppose to be. They needed to learn to leave wrestling at the arenas. Christy had drifting when Shelton started talking to her. Why didn't she wake up and listen?

Christy woke up and realized Shelton was gone. She began to curse herself. May be he was letting their relationship go. May be he was suggesting that they take a break. She was convinced on the verge of tears when Shelton entered the room with breakfast and flowers. Christy listened as Shelton explained he had been thinking. He wanted them to work on Shelton and Christy. The writers could work on their wrestling personas. Christy smiled and agreed. They had finally made up their minds.

Make up your mind and I'll make up mine

Don't worry about me, I'll be fine

Those words that you said to me, why wasn't I listening?

I wish I hadn't met you at all, I started thinking

I'll sit back and relax and wait for the morning

We'll wake up, we'll make up and do this for the last time

If we break up, we'll wind up losing both of our minds

So wake up, let's make up and do this for the last time

Make up your mind and I'll make up mine

Don't worry about me, I'll be fine

The last time you yelled at me I swore that I heard you say

I wish I hadn't met you at all, I started thinking

I'l sit back and relax and wait for the morning

We'll wake up, we'll make up and do this for the last time

If we break up, we'll wind up losing both of our minds

So wake up, let's make up and do this for the last time

When will we make up, will we break up?

Let's wake up, let's wake up, let's wake up

Make up your mind and I'll make up mine

Don't worry about me, I'll be fine

Those words that you said to me, why wasn't I listening?

I wish I hadn't met you at all, I started thinking

We'll wake up, we'll make up and do this for the last time

If we break up, we'll wind up losing both of our minds

So wake up, let's make up and do this for the last time

Let's wake up, let's make up and do this

for the last time

If we break up, we'll wind up losing both of our minds

Let's wake up, let's make up

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