Prompt: Flight

She watched them argue with a bit of amusement, the brunette woman seated next to the window, Randy Orton beside her while John Cena occupied the seat by the aisle. She arched a brow when the men began to elbow each other, fighting over who would use the arm rest in between the pair.

"Would you quit it," Randy glared at his friend.

John glared right back. "If you'd just remove yo damn arm, we wouldn't be arguin' right now." A pause by the Boston native. "Move, Orton!"

"No. You move."

"Orton-"

"Should I call one of the flight attendants to separate you guys?" Melina cut in, a small smile on the diva's lips. Both men rolled their eyes in unison. And Melina couldn't help but smile more. "Seriously, should I? Maybe put you guys in time out or something?"

Randy arched a brow. "Do I look like a little boy to you?"

She smirked, "Honestly?"

He glared and then rolled his eyes, the young man turning his attention away from the brunette woman and glaring at his best friend. "John, move your beefed up arm away from me!"

"Squeeze me?"

"Rather not."

"Funny."

"I know am."

Melina sighed and unbuckled her seat belt, moving to stand up...

"Where are you going?"

She looked down at Randy, the wrestler looking at her in confusion. They had just boarded the plane a few minutes earlier, the plane still taxied, and he was also aware that she had already gone to the bathroom prior to boarding... Melina pointed to him and John. "I am not listening to the two of you squabble all the way to Florida, so we're-" she gestured to herself and Randy "-switching seats. That way, maybe, I'll be able to get some peace and quiet before we get to Chris and Lita's... because our visit will be anything but peaceful."

"And what makes you say that?" Randy asked as he unbuckled his own seatbelt and slid to the other seat.

Melina smirked, the diva making herself comfortable in between the two wrestlers. She buckled her seat belt and pointed a thumb at John. "Because, from what Li told me over the phone, Cena over here has some sort of death wish."

John frowned. "Now, wait just a min-"

"You put honey in Edge's shampoo, rigged the shower in Jericho's hotel room to spray Kool-Aid, and not only did you prank call Christian's cell phone the entire night, but you made sure that the front desk gave him a wake-up call at five in the morning," Melina shook her head, a look of pity in her eyes as she stared at John. "Really, John... you'll be lucky if you don't leave with broken bones."

Cena scoffed. "I ain't scared of them."

"Right. You go ahead and tell yourself that... When Edge is putting spiders in your luggage, or when Chris decides to turn your clothes pink, or even when Christian adds laxatives into your breakfast, you keep telling yourself that. You're a big boy, you can take whatever they dish out. Now, for the duration of the flight and for the drive to Li's... both of you, shut-up."