Insanity Under One Roof

By: Madame Morrison

Disclaimer: I own Caria Mei Moore. Ariella Levy belongs to wandathetiger. Becky Anderson belongs to Snap DDT. Cara Fertig belongs to Cara Mascara. Charlie Hardy belongs to Queen Chaos-Hardy. Domonique Giovanni belongs to 101mizzpoet101. Brittany Cena belongs to gifteebee.

Rated: T

Genre: Friendship/Humor/Romance

Type: Wrestling

For: A bunch of girls.

Fan-Fiction Post: Collection of one-shots.

Pairings: Shannon/OC, Raven/OC, Cody/OC, Jeff/OC, CM Punk/OC, Orton/OC, Cena/OC

Summary: Seven best friends all live together in one house. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter One: Whoppers? Gimme!

A/N: This is a gift to my friends. Hope they enjoy. :)

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Punk popped another chocolate whopper into his mouth. He turned the channel on the television to another one, trying to find something interesting on.

All day, the Straight-Edge Superstar was waiting for his girlfriend to come back from shopping. Cara, Becky, Charlie and Brittany were all having a girls day for Cara's twentith birthday. Their guys were out by themselves, partying and drinking and that of course, wasn't what Punk was into. So he came over the house. He wanted to hang out with her, that's all, but he was too late in catching her.

Punk slumped over on the couch and took some more whoppers from his container to eat. He groaned in irritation. Boredom was invading his brain. How long did girls need to celebrate a birthday anyway?

Thumping sounds trotted down the staircase.

"Orton, you DO look like a monkey, just admit it."

Punk looked up confused at the person coming down the stairs. "What the hell?"

"Screw you, Caria." said the deep voice of Randy upstairs, in a sing-song, mocking way.

The Prescott native laughed. "I'm just kidding, man. No need to get your panties all in a bunch."

She stepped down from the last stair and spotted Punk in the living room.

"Hola." the black-haired male gave a single wave to her.

"Hey." she replied. "What're you doin' here, you goof?"

"Waiting for Cara. Dom let me in." he replied. "D'ya have any idea when she's coming back?"

"I think in an hour or so." Caria perdicted. "But instead of bein' a bum on our couch, why don't you join us in our company upstairs?"

Punk tossed a whopper at her. "And do what?"

Caria looked at the chocolate ball rolling to her feet. She picked it up, examined it and her whole mind got off topic as soon as he figured out what it was. "Dude! No way! You have whoppers? Give me some!"

"Uh-uh, no way! I only have a few left." Punk refused.

"Dude, I didn't ask for the whole box." Caria fussed. "Just one."

Punk wrapped his arms around the container of chocolate and stuck his tounge out at her.

The next thing the two knew was that they were both wrestling each other on the ground for them. Caria thought she had the upper hand when she retrieved the box for herself, but Punk tackled her to the ground by her feet.

Domonique came downstairs and saw the two of them on the floor. Surrounded by whoppers.

Caria shook her head. "No."

The other female nodded. "'Kay."

And on the plus side, Punk wasn't bored anymore.