Time has completely eluded me and I apologize for not updating my You Can't See Me fic. Promise it'll be soon. Hope this makes up for the wait, actually took the time to write it on my phone! Took forever! LoL, but, yeah, don't own WWE. Enjoy(:

Love Drunk

The room was a vast darkness. Obstacles, also known as furniture, scattered across the room. The stumbling man did not notice the noise he was making though. His legs were practically jelly and his head was spinning a million miles a minute. Suddenly a light was flicked on and a silhouette appeared at the top of a small staircase. The man froze and looked up, atleast as high as he could without falling, and looked on in bewilderment.

The shadow was a thin female. Her long blond hair was displayed over one shoulder, her arms crossed, while she tapped her foot. She took a step foreword, showing her white tank and short pink shorts combo. "John?" she said, more like a statement than a question.

"YeAh," John yelled, voice slurred and head whipping up.

"Where ya' been?," she asked, moving to lean on the wall. She already knew the answer, of course, John had called beforehand, but it was fun to mess with a drunk Cena.

"Dah, Trish? I waz Out wit' tha boyss," John laughed. "Randy is one funny mofo' especially when he's drunk."

"Are you not drunk?"

"Ii'mm perfectly drunk...I mean sober," he laughed again."Just kidding. WASTED!" He began to crack up.

"Oh yeah," Trish replied.

"Hey, you wanna hear a joke?" John asked, beginning to stagger up the steps.

"Sure," Trish was amused as she met him halfway down the stairs to help.

"Okay, so an Irish guy walks out of a bar," John said than paused.

"That's the joke! Sheamus told me it!" he said in between laughs while Trish giggled.

"Okay, you are not getting into our bed smelling like that!" Trish shrieked with a smile as he made his way to the bed. "Come here I'll help you." She began to pull off his plaid, unbuttoned, overshirt.

"Ooh baby," he teased wiggling his torso and shoulders.

"Stop it!" she yelled, playfully smacking him.

"Ow!" John complained, pouting.

"Quit being a baby," she giggled, grabbing a pair of basketball shorts out of his drawer and tossing them to him. John began to attempt to pull the shorts over his tan cargo pair. "You're not that useless when your drunk!" Trish rushed over to him.

John jumped up and shoved their lips together. They kissed for a little before pulling away to Trish's "okay, you smell" complaint. John changed his shorts correctly and crawled to his spot on the bed. Trish went over and cuddled next to him.

"I may be drunk, but my love for you is clear," John mumbled sleepily as he took her hand and held it on his chest.

"I love you too, you hopeless romantic," Trish smiled before both drifted off to sleep.

Thanks SO much for reading. If you would like to Review/Favorite, I'd very much appreciate it. Either way, hope you liked it!(: