A/N: HEYYY. I'm back. Most of you hate me cause I have a billion stories I never finished, but hey what can you do? Alright here we go.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything beside the character of Emma.
At that moment, I didn't care about anything except for her. Her tiny hands, and her perfect red lips, her smile. The way her body fit into mine like it was made for me. I knew that I had crossed every line I should have never gotten close to. John Cena/OC
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"I need a favor." My boss had said.
I never thought I'd accept, I never thought he'd beg – but I did, and he did.
"What is it?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "If its illegal, I won't do it."
Vince sighed, "Its not illegal, Cena."
I shrugged a tiny bit, "Just checking."
"John.." He started, clasping his hands before him. "I need to you pick up my niece and drive her to Connecticut. She refuses to fly."
"So why do I have to do it?" I asked, frowning.
"Because you haven't been medically cleared to wrestle, and you're still on leave – and I trust you. I think you'll be able to handle her." He says.
"Handle her? Why? Whats wrong with her?" My eyebrows pulled together.
Vince laughed, shaking his head. "Nothings wrong with her, per say. She's just a little wild, is all." I nodded slowly.
"How old is she? Why won't she fly?" I ask, curiously.
"She's sixteen, and she won't fly because her parents just died in a plane crash. She's scared to death of planes now, but my sister and brother-in-law left her to me, so she has to move in with us. I was going to hire a driver to pick her up, but I feel safer knowing someone I know has her." Vince was explaining this calmly, his hands folded neatly in front of him.
My blue eyes darted around the room a moment, my hands resting on my hips. I sighed heavily, "I don't know, Vince. I'm not good with kids.."
"She's not a kid. Although, she is on the immature side, so are you. I think you two would get along nicely. Nice enough for a two week long drive, at least. I hope." Vince turned to his desk, picking up a folder.
"Two weeks? It won't take that long." He sighed heavily again.
"Have a seat, John." Vince gestured to the chair in front of his desk, and I slowly fell into it, staring at him the entire time.
"This girl has been broken beyond repair. She needs something to distract her from the tragedy that has just happened. She lost both of her parents..she lost everything. Her school, her home, her friends. She needs something right now to keep her mind off of things, and a long, spaced out drive will help. I've already made the nessecary arragements with the gas money and hotel rooms and such. All I need you to do is say yes. John, I think this would be really good for her, and I can't think of anyone better to do it than you. Please." Vince looked very tired, exhausted even, as he spoke. His voice was much softer and calmer than it usually was. He was desperate.
I inhaled and exhaled deeply, my eyebrows raised.
"What's her name?" I asked softly.
"Emma." Vince stated immediately.
"Emma.."I murmured, nodding slightly. "Alright."
"So you'll do it, then?" Vince asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
I nodded again, "I don't see why not."
Besides the fact that I don't want to spend two weeks with some child.
"Thank you." Vince said, standing up and shaking my hand. He held mine with both his hands, squeezing tightly as we shook. I knew I was doing him a huge favor just by how grateful he was.
"When do I pick her up?" I asked.
"Tomorrow at noon." He stated, I raised my eyebrows.
"So soon." I stated, it was not a question, he nodded anyways.
"Here you go. This should have everything you need in there." Vince handed me a blue folder. I didn't bother opening it, I just looked at it.
"Is that all, then?" I asked, standing up slowly.
"Yeah, yes. Thanks again, John." Vince said, smiling as he led me to the door. I sighed quietly, so he wouldn't hear, and forced a grin.
"My pleasure." I lied, clutching the folder tight in my large hands.
I exited Vince's office, listening to the door click closed behind me.
"My fucking pleasure." I mumbled to myself, storming off.
I got into my car to head back home, where I was resting before I got called to see Vince about something "urgent."
"Urgent my ass." I mumbled, exiting the arena's parking lot.
What am I going to tell Liz? Hey baby, I have to drive some girl halfway around the country for two weeks. See you later. Oh, that will go over nicely. She's going to ring my neck. We have wedding preparations. Well, she has wedding preparations, but she's still going to use it as an excuse, as if I'm involved with my own wedding plans. I'm not.
I just thank God that this girl is only sixteen. No temptation, which is something I have to deal with on a daily basis when I'm on the road. A teenage girl will be easy to deal with, I'm sure. I mean, how hard can this be? I pick the chick up, drive her to Connecticut, leave her there. The end.
I pulled into my driveway, parking behind Liz's car, and flicked the light above my head on. Opening the folder slowly, I pulled out its contents. There were some papers with hotel confirmations, a credit card with my name on it, which I'm assuming has a limit paid for by Vince, and the address where I'm supposed to pick her up and drop her off.
I closed it, shutting the light off quickly before exiting the car, locking the doors quickly. I entered the house slowly, smiling at my fiancée who was waiting for me on the couch, wearing nothing but my t-shirt.
Liz had never been the prettiest girl, but she was sweet and stuck by me through a lot of bullshit. Beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder. I loved her, a lot, and somehow she loved me too, despite the fact that I was gone 360 days out of the year. She waited patiently for me.
"Hi baby." She said, smiling softly. I kissed her forehead gently, smoothing down her hair, which was dark with blonde streaks running through it. It didn't do much for her, but she liked it anyways.
"What'd Vince need?" She asked. The dreaded question.
I sighed heavily, kicking my shoes off and plopping down next to her.
"He needs me to drive his neice to Connecticut." I stated. Liz frowned.
"What?" She asked, "His neice?"
"Yeah. Its gonna take two weeks, he has it all set up and everything." I stated, shrugging in a 'what can you do' sort of way.
"How old is she?" She asked immediately, I frowned.
"Sixteen." I stated, and she seemed to relax.
"Can't she take a plane? Or a train? Or something?" Liz asked, desperately.
"No. Her parents just died in a plane crash, and her mom gave custody to Vince, so she has to move in with him and Linda." I shrugged again.
"Why is it going to take two weeks?" She scrunched her face up, twisting her engagement ring around her finger slowly.
"Because she's upset, and Vince thinks she needs time to clear her head a little bit. He thinks this will be good for her." I shrugged.
"Well, why do you have to do it?" She whined, I sighed heavily.
"I don't know." I stated dryly, "But I need to get to bed. I'm exhausted."
"Kay." She mumbled, pulling her knees to her chest.
"Hey, don't worry. Its only two weeks. I'll be home before you know it." I leaned down and kissed her quickly, before heading to bed.
If I'm going to be dealing with a kid tomorrow, I'll need my rest.