Finally got around to updating :) Just want to clear up a few things. CrazyKidd99 gives me the ideas, since they're better then mine, and I write the chapters.

Anyway enjoy everyone :)


Melina sighed as she and John walked into the local Italian restaurant hand in hand. As he pulled the chair out for Melina, he watched around all paranoid as if someone was watching him. He watched Melina get comfortable in her chair while he ordered for the both of them. He had pretty much memorised what Melina orders because well...she always ordered the same thing! As John sat down his hazel eyes could pierece through Melina's dark brown eyes...he knew something was wrong and he thought that it must have had something to do with Alberto Del Rio. After all he never agreed for this on-screen relationship between Alberto and Melina, he knew how much of a jerk he could be.

"Babe what's wrong?" John asked picking up almost immediatley something was wrong.

"I'm just thinking that's all..." she replied shifting her gaze to the empty plate below her.

"Mel, what are you thinking about?" John asked resting his hands on the table. Melina closed her eyes as another long, loud sigh escaped her lips, before she looked into John's hazel eyes, once again.

"Alberto and where this stupid storyline is going" Melina admitted rolling her eyes as she said Alberto's name. "He blames me because he loses all the time. Doesn't he know that WWE is scripted? Someone should really tell him that because he never believes me" Melina stated as he gently placed a hand on top of hers. Gently he pulled her hands to his lips before he kissed it tenderly and placed her hand back on the table, his hand still on top of hers of course.

"Don't worry about Bertie" John said with a cheeky smirk, "he's just pissed off that he's not getting the push he deserves. I'm in the championship picture, instead and he's in a relaionship storyline...Ha! So much for destiny" John laughed which consequently caused Melina to giggle at him.

"Oh John" she smiled. "You really make my day, no matter what."

"Really?" he retorted letting both his arms rest on the table as he leaned in towards her, not wanting to take his eyes of her.

"Mhmm" she replied.

"Well Mel, you make more than my day" he replied with a small smile. Neither of them had realised Alberto standing close by. Not to mention he was glaring at Melina but more obviously at John. He hated him with a passion. Gritting his teeth together in hatred he stormed over to the couple.

"John, Melina, what are you doing here?" Alberto said with a snarl. He was in a bad mood as always. The day Alberto would be happy would be the day the world ends. Casting her eyes downwards not wanting to have a conversation with him, Melina didn't dare answer. John, noticed this and stood up and came chest to chest with Alberto.

"We're on a date. Can't you see that? Now I suggest you leave us alone" John said with a low growl which caused Alberto's arrogant grin to appear on his face.

"I came to talk to Melina about my storyline. I want to know why I'm on a losing streak" Alberto shoved John slightly who in return glared at him.

"It's not her fault you're losing. It's scripted. Do you know what that means or do I have to spell it out for you?" John snapped back angrily. Some people had started to watch what was going on now.

"This is not my destiny amigo" Alberto snapped back. "I have no one to blame but that good for nothing Diva" he raised his voice while he pointed at Melina who still, understandably so, kept her eyes downcast.

"You may think she's good for nothing, but some people actually think, she's a talented, beautiful, entertaining person. Now if you don't mind leave" John kept himslef calm and collected as he spoke to the Mexican aristocrat.

"What talent? What beauty? She can't even help me win a match!" Alberto yelled making wild hand gestures at Melina. John clenched his fist, he had heard enough and he was about to let his fist collide with Alberto's face before Melina grabbed his arm.

"John, let's just go...please?" Melina soft voice filled the surroundings. John looked at his clenched fist and chucked a throwaway glare at Alberto before he wrapped his arm around Melina and walked out of the restaurant.


I will try updating this asap. I'm just writing chapter 4 of Inescapable (sequel to 4 years gone) but it's taking FOREVER to write because of all the characters haha. Anyway, thanks for reading and feel free to review :)