Chapter 2: Time

Sitting on the bench in John's currently vacant locker room, Riley flipped through the pages on her newly acquired planner, filling in as much stuff as she could remember. Monday's were the easiest so far, she simply wrote 'Raw' in large, capital letters, filling the allotted space for Monday's. After Mondays though, Riley was having trouble remembering when she would need to attend certain meetings and tapings and special events. She was alone, struggling to figure out what she needed to be on time for.

Letting out a groan, Riley leaned back against the wall, her eyes motioning towards the ceiling. She locked her eyes on the ceiling joists and started counting them, wondering how many there were in the small room. She was halfway through counting them when the locker room door flew open and John Cena wandered in, a large smile spread across his face.

"Riley, hey, what are you doing?" He asked.

She had never ever told John about her attention deficit disorder and if she could get away with it, she never would. She just had to figure out how to get John to help her without being too obvious. He stared at her, waiting for her response to his simple question.

"I am waiting for you, obviously, come on John." She answered, lying quickly.

"That's sweet but I'm pretty sure I told you where I was going to be."

Riley had no idea where he was going to be. He probably had told her but she forgot a lot of things, distractions flooding her mind almost always.

"Yeah but I didn't want to be there." She lied again, hoping he believed her.

"Fair enough. I can't imagine why you want to be at ringside, watching Randy practice." John stated, taking a step towards her, flopping to the bench. "I mean I definitely didn't want to be there but he said he needed a good wrestler to help him out and we are a rare breed."

"Sure John."

Riley glanced down at her crisp new planner and stared at all the blank spaces. She had to figure out how to move the conversation in a totally different direction; she needed to find out what her schedule was.

"So what's that?" John asked, pointing at the open agenda on the bench.

"Oh that. It's just, um, I lost my schedule and now I'm, uh, trying to remember what all I had to do and write it in this, um, new planner so I can be where I need to be on time." Riley explained quickly, masking her disorder.

"And all you could come up with was Raw?" He asked, grinning at her.

"Yes John, that schedule was my life and now I'm lost and confused." Riley lied once more. She was starting to wonder if John would see right through her.

"Did you want to borrow my phone, it's got everything in it from your meeting today with Vince to next year's Wrestlemania. If you promise not to lose it, you can gladly borrow it." John offered.

Riley's eyes were now locked on his. She just kept staring at him, forcing herself to focus on his words. She shook her head, shaking her thoughts back to reality.

"You have my meetings in your phone?" She questioned, slightly impressed with his organization.

"Yeah, sometimes I lose you backstage and if I know you have a meeting, it's a lot easier to find you. You seem to have a lot of meetings Riley, makes my life way easier."

Riley let out a smile. Sure she knew John cared about her but she didn't realize how much.

"And I can borrow your phone from you? You will leave your phone unattended with me? You, John Cena, will trust me with your phone?"

"Yes Riley. Just be careful with it."

"Why are you so nice to me John?" Riley asked, a smirk forming on her face.

"You are my best friend, aside from Snake Boy, and I will help you out whenever you need it."

Riley smiled wide at him and leaned towards him. He reached his hand into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone, slowly and reluctantly handing it over to her. Riley extended her hand to him and gingerly accepted his phone, cradling it in her hand and carefully setting it on the bench between the two of them.

"Look, I'm going to go and find Randy. Will you meet us for dinner later?" John questioned.

"Yes, what time?" Riley asked right back, her pen poised and ready to write her new dinner date in her planner.

"Six."

Riley began writing in her planner, quickly jotting down 'Dinner with John, 6pm'. When she had finished writing, she lifted her pen off the page and grinned at him. He let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"See you at six then Riley."

"Bye John." Riley waved.

Riley watched his form retreat out of the room and out the door, disappearing into the hall. She took a quick glance at her empty planner, then a long glance at John's phone. Riley grabbed the phone and immediately dove into filling her planner with anything she could possibly find inside John's phone.

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Wade wandered down the hall. He wasn't looking for Riley per say but he definitely didn't mind 'accidentally' running into her, as often as he could. If he had his way on the upcoming draft, she would definitely be moved to Smackdown. If he could just get past her weird mannerisms, everything would be perfect.

Any time he was around her, she was always staring at something else or not paying any attention to him at all. Riley seemed to forget a lot of things too. Any time he told her something, she'd forget what he had said more often than remembering. Riley was certainly a rare kind.

Wade kept wandering though. He slowed down when he hit catering and glanced in at the tables of food, looking for Riley. When he didn't see her, he kept wandering. A few minutes later, Wade spotted John Cena wandering the opposite way down the hall.

"Cena!" Wade called out, hoping John knew where Riley was.

"Hey there Wade!" John called back.

Wade walked towards him slightly faster than he was walking previous to spotting him. He quickly closed the gap between them and now stood in front of John.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Riley is, do you?" Wade asked.

"Well last I saw her she was sitting on the bench in my locker room but that was a good hour and a half ago. You can try there but other than that, I have no idea where she would be."

"I'll try it, thanks Cena."

John nodded his head at Wade and continued on his own way, the opposite direction from Wade. Wade continued down the hall, trying to find John's locker room.

A few minutes later, his eyes landed on the room he knew to be John Cena's locker room. He inhaled a large breath and held it as he knocked on the door, praying Riley was still there. He waited a few seconds, letting his breath out. He was readying himself to knock again when he heard her voice from the other side of the door.

"Come in!"

Wade turned the doorknob and pushed the door in, slowly and surely. When he had opened the door completely, he spotted Riley, sitting on the bench, scribbling into what he thought to be a notebook. She didn't take her eyes off the paper at all as Wade wandered across the room and took a seat beside her.

He leaned over and took a peak at what she was writing, instantly recognizing her notebook as a planner. Each and every day had something written in it. She was scribbling meetings and events into the month of November, Wade noted that it was only April. Riley was really into her planner.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" He asked, watching her. He had never witnessed anyone write so fast.

"Just…give me…one…more…" She replied, breaking her sentence and speaking only after she had finished writing a word in her planner.

"Riley?"

"Oh my god Barrett!" She retorted, her eyes slowly peeling off her agenda only to glare at him.

"What?"

"What time is it?" She asked. She had lost track of time a while ago, figuring she had been going at her planner for a long time now.

"4:30, why?"

Riley let out a sigh of relief. She still had an hour and a half until she had to meet John for dinner. Riley then smiled to herself. She hadn't forgotten, at least not yet.

"Never mind. What can I do for you sir?" She asked, flashing him a smile.

"I just like seeing you Riley, that's all." He grinned at her.

"Um yeah okay. Why would you want to see me when you have girls like Maryse and Michelle McCool. They are totally hotter than me." Riley replied.

She knew she wasn't the prettiest Diva in the company. She had shoulder-length, light brown hair and bright brown eyes. She wasn't by any means chubby or fat but her lack of wearing skirts and tight, revealing tops didn't do her body any sort of justice. She knew she was a good-looking girl; she just wasn't as good-looking as the other Divas.

"I don't like blondes." Wade shrugged, instantly regretting what he said. He should have told her that he liked her and thought she was beautiful, instead of suggesting that he only liked seeing her because he didn't like blondes.

"What if I dyed my hair?" Riley shot back.

"You would dye your hair?" He asked, praying to God she wouldn't touch the colour of her hair.

"Alright, bluff. No I wouldn't dye my hair, at least not blonde. I haven't ruled bright orange out though." She threw him a grin, clearly joking.

"I think I could deal with orange." He joked back, shifting slightly closer to her.

Riley watched as he scooted closer to her, watching him intensely. It wasn't exactly a secret that Wade had a bit of a crush on her, she knew it, she kind of liked it. He would do anything for her.

"Do you maybe have a day where you could pencil me into that thing?" Wade asked, pointing to her new planner.

Riley flipped through the pages, stopping on a day in August that was only half full. She set her finger on the day and locked eyes with him.

"How's August seventh sound?" She asked, dead serious.

"Are you-"

"Joking!" She cut him off, bursting into a fit of laughter.

Wade let out a pitiful laugh, humouring her. He waited a minute or so for her to stop laughing.

"Riley-"

"I believe I am free tomorrow. Would you care to escort me to the next city?" She asked, looking at him, seeing the sparkle in his eye.

"Alright." He nodded his agreement.

"Perfect. I shall write you in."

Wade watched her as she flipped her planner to the current week. She wrote a lot slower and with more care as she put down 'travel with Wade, 9am' in the next day's slot. Wade smiled to himself as she set the pen down in her planner and looked at him. She was staring at him intensely.

"Riley, can I tell you something?" He asked. There was no response from her as she continued to stare at him.

He cocked his head and broke her out of her trance.

"Did you know that you have the most awesomely crooked nose?" She stated, her tone was that of excitement.

Once again, just as Wade was about to confess his feelings for her, she had managed to distract herself. He let out a groan of frustration and stood up.

"I'll see you tomorrow Riley." He said quietly.

"Cool beans Wade!" She yelled back.

Wade left her alone in the locker room, wondering if she would ever be able to focus long enough for him to tell her he loved her. Chances of that were looking slimmer than ever.

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