Don't ask me why I started another story. I just did. lol. It's an idea that's be brewing in my head. So, I hope the first chapter is a good start and that all of you who do read it, enjoy it! Don't forget to review! Let me know what you're thinking!

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Summer was here. That meant that her guests would be arriving soon. Rose Aguilar was stressed about this time every year to get things tidied up for her summer guests. Being that she was the next in line on the family tree, she had been passed down the family inn. Rose Garden Inn to be exact. She was only a young twenty three year old, but that didn't matter much when you saw how much time and effort she put into the family business. Her mother says it's been with the family for years even before her grandparents were born. Meaning, it had to go back some time. So, that only meant more pressure for her to keep it up, but she always did enjoy the pressure, in fact she loved it. Smiling at that, Rose went back to what she was doing and that was cleaning the kitchen.

"Rose, my baby. How are we today?" Her mother walked in gracing her with a kiss and hug.

Rose sighed. "I'm doing good. Just getting everything done before the guests come in today."

Christina smiled at her daughter. She could sense the uneasiness in her daughter's voice but decided not to point it out. She always hated when you did. Even though she would like her daughter to be more on the social side, she just told herself to enjoy the fact that Rose was who she was. And that was a beautiful, confident, young woman. Stubborn sometimes, that she decided had come from her father, but noted that she could be at times, the same exact way.

"You need any help? I'd be happy to." Christina offered as she watched her daughter pace the floors with cleaning supplies in hand.

Rose turned and smiled at the small gesture. "That'd be nice. I've got practically everything done down here. The beds need to be made and clean towels put into the bathrooms."

"I'm on it." She replied before heading up the stairs.

Rose watched until she was out of sight to let out a sigh of relief. She was thankful for her mother. Very thankful. She herself, along with her father had run this place for a good eighteen years. Rose had been born and raised in this place. She had great memories here. Both good and bad ones. Putting the supplies back under the cabinet, Rose found herself looking out into the ocean that was her own special scenery. Lucky is what she always told herself she was. And that always became fact when she stared out into the deep blue water. The inn had been empty for the winter, a few visits in the spring but nothing major. She couldn't have wanted summer to come any faster. She wanted the houseguests. She needed them to keep her busy. She hated doing nothing.

"Okay, everything is all set Rose." Her mother called out as she came back down.

Rose turned herself away from the window. "Thanks mom. I really do appreciate it." She watched as her mother took a step towards her.

"No need. I'm your mother. It's my duty to be here when you need me." She sweetly smiled as she touched a hand to Rose's cheek.

Rose returned the smile as she placed her hand over her mother's. "The guests should be arriving anytime. I still need to go get cleaned up." She spoke while gazing down at the old night shirt and nearly battered sweats.

Christina let out a little chuckle following her daughter's gaze. "Definitely not a professional kind of look. Go and get cleaned up. I'll be here if they arrive." She assured her daughter.

Rose decided to ignore her mother's first comment. "Thanks again. I'll try to make it quick." She squeezed her mother's hand before heading off to her room to go get ready.

Christina playfully rolled her eyes as she did a quick overview of the downstairs making sure it'd be to the liking of the arriving guests.

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"Couldn't we have gotten a beach house or something?" Randy Orton wined from the backseat of Dave's Escalade.

"Would you shut up already about that. If we had the funds to get one, we would've." Dave shot back from where he sat behind the wheel.

Randy pouted as he looked at Dave through the mirror. "You can afford a thirty thousand dollar SUV but can't spruce up some change for a beach house." He mumbled under his breath receiving a cold glare from the driver.

"Dude. Are you trying to get yourself killed or what?" John Cena piped in from the seat beside him.

Randy just snickered as he folded his arms and stared aimlessly out the window. This wasn't his idea of a summer vacation. Staying at some cheap Inn. The owner was probably older than his grandmother. Definitely not a way to pick up hot chicks. He had cursed himself many times during the trip for coming but it was either this or spending a boring ass time over at his sister's place. Not that he'd ever tell her such a thing. Plus he got to spend some time with his three best buddies. Which he pointed out that one was out like a night, up in the passenger seat, snoring like a mad man.

"He's been asleep the whole damn time. I'm starting to think that's all he does." Randy replied as he stuck his head to get a peek.

Dave rolled his eyes. "Other then partying? Yeah, I'd say that's about it." He took a quick glance at Paul as he continued to sleep.

Dave shook his head as he continued to drive. He cursed himself when he noticed that he'd taken a wrong turn. He ignored the questions from the backseat. Dave Bautista wasn't a patient person. His friends could attest to that. They'd been planning this trip since December and even though he'd thought about turning back many times during the trip he knew that this was what they all needed. A nice vacation, no responsibilities to tend to. Specifically for him was his ex-girlfriend Laura. Even though he'd explained to her over and over that they were not together anymore and never would be again but nothing ever seemed to get through to her. As to the reason why…he had no idea. She had been the one to cheat on him after all. Being close to thirty he thought he'd been done with this foolish relationships in high school. Boy was he wrong.

"We almost there yet? Legs are cramping up back here." John frowned at the little room he had between himself and the passenger seat.

Dave didn't answer as he pulled up to their destination. Rose Garden Inn. He laughed to himself. Sounded like a place for an old married couple not for four grown men who all they wanted to do was party. Well, three. He wasn't much of a party doer. A few here and there but he was man who liked to keep to himself. How he made friends with these three crazy men was beyond him. But for the fact that they all grew up together gave him his answer right there.

"Thank god." John let out a sigh of relief as jumped out of the back seat.

John stretched as he took in the ocean breeze. He'd much of preferred a beach house to this along with Randy but it'd do. He was just thankful to be away from home. Away from his nagging mom. He loved her with all his heart but he could do without the daily phone calls for a month or so. She'd call him on his cell, that he knew. But also knew he could pretend not to be around or just accidentally have it off. It sounded cruel. He was cruel for thinking such a thing. But knew his mom could be too. Shaking that off he waited for the other guys to get out of the car so they could grab their stuff and head inside.

"The beast has awakened." Randy announced as he saw Paul slowly get out of the car. Still half-asleep.

Paul just gave his friend a lazy sarcastic grin. "Shut it Orton. Don't think I didn't hear the many comments coming from the backseat."

Randy quickly pointed a finger at John. "It was him. I'd never do such a thing." He lied.

John scrunched his eyebrows at him as he rolled his suitcase out of from the back. "You never were good at lying. No need to defend myself."

Randy mocked his friend as he waited for Dave and Paul to grab their things before slamming the door closed…in which he received a glare from the owner of the SUV. Shrugging it off he followed the three other men towards the Inn.

It wasn't small. It wasn't big either. But, it did look like a comfy place to stay. Dave pointed out as he studied the building in which they'd be staying at. Nice little garden in front. He really saw no point seeing as it was out on a beach but thought it was a nice touch anyways. Obviously they were all Roses. Red ones, white ones, and other colors he would have never thought of for a rose. He turned to see John and Randy arguing about something and Paul lagging behind them. Dave could swear that man had his eyes closed as he walked.

"Oh, you have arrived. Welcome to the Rose Garden Inn." Christina greeted as she held the door open for the four men. Quite attractive young men to point out. Not your particular guests for this kind of place and by the face on one not exactly what he had in mind for his summer vacation.

"I'm Christina Aguilar. This Inn has been in my family for generations now. We take pride in it and so I hope you four enjoy your stay and if you need anything…" She was cut off when Rose showed up at her side.

"If you need anything, you ask me. I'm Rose Aguilar. Christina here is my mother. I've just recently taken over the place…as to why I can't seem to get her out." She smiled as her mother sent her a crooked look.

"Point taken. Though I thought otherwise." Christina replied grimly.

Rose just shook her head before turning her attention back to the guests. Four guys. Intimidating. But putting on the best smile she could she ushered them upstairs to show them to their rooms. There were only four rooms to give out so that meant she'd be stuck with men for the summer. She frowned at the thought but knew she'd just have to be professional about it.

"Like I said. If any of you need anything, just let me know and I'll be happy to get it for you. I'll be downstairs if need arises." She smiled at the four large men grouped up in the small hallway before treading back down the stairs.

"I wonder if those needs included her in them. I'd please her any day." Randy watched as he friends just rolled their eyes and went to their assigned rooms. "What? What did I say?" He asked. Receiving no answers he retreated to his own room.

Dave had taken the room at the end of the hallway. He opened the curtains to revile a breathtaking view of the beach. When you opened the window you could hear the sounds of the waves and people playing in them. Awesome. He grinned as he threw his suitcases on the freshly made bed. Deciding he wasn't up for it, he put off the unpacking until later on tonight. He went to disturb his friends but noticed all of their doors had been shut. Paul was probably sprawled across the bed. John was either listening to his ipod or talking to his mom. Randy. Good old Randy was probably sulking in his own misery. Dave had to laugh at the thought.

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"You need something?" Rose quickly asked when he made his way down the stairs.

"Oh no, everything's good. Just didn't feel like unpacking." He gave her a grin. That she had to point out probably made all the women melt. Not including herself, that is.

"I could do it for you, if you'd like." She offered as she followed him into the kitchen.

Dave took a seat at the table. "Nice of you to offer. But it's a mess in there. Can't organize worth crap." He added a chuckle at the end.

Rose just smiled. "Get you something to eat then?" She asked grabbing her apron.

Dave just stared. Cute. She wasn't usually the type he went for but, then again maybe that was his mistake. She was average height. Slim but still had meat on her kind of figure. Black hair that was up and long enough to put in a clip. Tanned skin that brought those brown eyes of hers. Not his usual type. But indeed cute.

"Ah, not right now. I'll wait for dinner." He answered as she just nodded her head and threw her apron over the counter.

They stayed in silence for quite some time before one of them spoke. "Your mom? She leave already?" Dave asked as the woman's eyes flicked over to him.

"Oh yeah. She had a lunch date with my father. She'll be back tomorrow though." He said already. Was that telling her she wasn't being a good hostess? God, she worried too much.

Dave saw the look that crossed her face. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that." He apologized.

Rose shook her head and smiled. "I know. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just worrying myself. It's really my first time by myself. Without someone here to follow and watch my every move." She explained taking the seat across from him. Adding a long frustrated sigh.

Dave reassured her as he reached over and patted her hand. "You'll be fine. You can kick us out at anytime if we get to be too much. I can see how four men being your guests can be intimidating."

Rose ignored the chill she got when he touched her. "And you'd think it'd be just the opposite. Men, don't require as much tending to as woman do. I guess I should be glad that you guys won't have me making a four star type dinner."

Dave pretended to frown at the comment. "Hey, us men like to have it fancy too. Although what I consider four star is a good sandwich and an ice cold beer."

Rose couldn't help but laugh. "I guess I got some stalking up to do then." She said as she got up from her chair and tucked it in. "On that note. I do need to head out to the store."

"You mind company?" He asked as followed her around the table.

"I…ah…what about your friends?" She stuttered her words hoping he hadn't noticed.

Dave smiled at the hesitance in her voice. "If you don't want me to go, just say so."

Rose sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm not making a good first impression am I?"

Dave shrugged his shoulders before rising up from his seat. "I'll just take that as an invitation to go along."

Rose told herself to stay quiet before embarrassing herself anymore. "Let me just get the keys to lock up."

Dave waited until she met him at the front door. Stepping out first so she could lock it up. She gave him a quick smile before walking ahead of him to her car.

"You get by well." He noted when he saw the mustang convertible she was getting into. A nice midnight blue. Top down. Certainly a car made for living on the beach.

"You too." She noted as well spotting the black escalade parked next to her.

Dave gave a slight nod as he got in the passenger seat. "I get by."

Rose just quirked an eyebrow. "Seatbelt on?"

Dave turned to her. He went to say something but that look on her face told him otherwise. Slipping on his seatbelt he watched as she slipped a pair of sunglasses to shade her eyes from the bright sun. He did the same as he brought his down from where they rested on his head.

"And we're off." She spoke before she backed the car out and sped off.

Dave turned to glance at her. He saw her smile at his glance. "I may be a woman. But a woman who loves speed."

Dave couldn't help but admire that. He didn't know why but that somehow made her more attractive in his eyes. He shook that thought off quickly turning his attention to enjoy the nice view of the town and the ocean that surrounded it.

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