Disclaimer: I don't own shit.
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"Yo, yo, yo. My name is John Cena and you can't see me!"
"But you're right here." Maria replied, staring at John.
"Nah, Maria. You don't get it. I mean, 'you can't see me!'"
The dumbass diva raised an eyebrow. "But…you're right in front of me and I can see you."
"I mean as you're not on my level."
"Well, sure you're a little taller than me, John. But, the floor is pretty leveled." She stomped her foot before nodding.
"Maria…?"
"Yes, John?"
"You suck."
Maria's eyes widened. "Santino told you?"
"Told me what?"
"That I suck."
"You suck?"
"I um…" Maria looked down.
John tried not to laugh. "Want to come to my hotel room tonight?" he joked.
Maria groaned. "John, I'm not that kinda girl…"
"Sorry."
"I charge two dollars an hour."
"That's prostitution."
"What's that?"
John shook his head. "Don't worry about that."
"So, what time do you want me in your room?"
"Whatever time you want to be there."
She smiled. "Okay," she waved. "See you then..."
John walked down the hall before Maria called his name. "John?"
He turned around with a goofy smirk on his face. "Yeah?"
"You can't see me." Maria did the hand motion before turning in the other direction and walking away.
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A/n: I'm still on hiatus, I just wrote this yesturday because I was high. Review, flame...don't care.