- Oh my God!!! Randy!!! - Maria shouted out in excitement as John parked the car near the house and Randy practically jumped up from it, rushing to greet his girlfriend. Maria fell to his embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him so passionately, that Randy thought he would choke. But even if so, he didn't give a damn. He finally had his girlfriend so close to him; not in another side of the country, and he was going to enjoy that moment. Even if she's gonna suffocate him, let it be. That was the sweetest, most romantic death he could possibly imagine.

Layla was watching them leaned against the car, letting John to take out their suitcases from the trunk. She felt the mix of emotions - happiness and jealousy. It was just an example of a usual communication of a usual pair. But why then things like this - super passionate kisses, long romantic hugs, that miss burning in his eyes after being long time away from her - never happened in her and John's pair? Maybe their dating not long enough? No. 2 years is a decent time for a couple to completely form. Maybe she and John just. . . Also no. She didn't even want to think about it. John DOES love her. And, of course, she loves him back. Why shouldn't he love her? She's funny, smart, beautiful, sociable, understanding, sweet. What else could he possibly need?

Then why doesn't John act with me the way Randy acts with Maria? What do I do wrong?

- Finally here! - Paul's familiar loud voice distracted Layla from her thoughts, John from the suitcases. - We've been waiting for you guys. - he friendly smiled. His face expression friendly, cheerful, greeting. That's one thing that both Layla and John loved about that place: here you always were greeted like a long lost son or daughter. Paul and Steph always made sure to greet their guests in the best way they could.

- What's up, Hunter? - John smiled as they shook hands.

- Oh, I'm good. - Paul nodded still smiling, turning his attention to Layla, who was also smiling. - Do you know what 'diva' means in Spanish?

- What? - she giggled raising her eyebrow.

- It means 'goddess'. - he kissed her hand as she blushed a bit. She would receive compliments from other guys all the time. But not from John. - It's awesome to see you guys. I promise you, you won't regret coming here.

- Of course we won't. - John smiled. - Otherwise. . . - he playfully set a threatening facial expression. Hunter laughed it off.

- I see Orton haven't yet finished enjoying the company of his girlfriend. - he raised his chin towards Randy and Maria, who were still kissing, only now she was also standing on the floor.

- Believe me, that ain't gonna happen anytime soon. - Layla playfully rolled her eyes as Hunter let out a "tired" breath.

- Well then lets go to the inside yard. - a smile immediately grew on his face again. - I guess you already know most of the guys, but there are a couple of new faces and I would like you to meat them.

- What about the lovebirds? - John asked.

- They can join us when they'll be done. If they EVER be done. - Paul added as they headed to the direction of a huge white house with brown roof.

- How many people are here? - John asked a bit concerned. He wanted to relax, not to be in a wild, week long party.

- About 15 I guess. Haven't counted them all. - Hunter shrugged his shoulders. - You know how it works, - he smiled a bit. - you ask a close friend to come, he brings his whole family with him. Not that I mind it.

- No, of course no. - John agreed.

- The more people, the better. - Layla added as they already were in the other side of the house. There was a terrace with the big table in the middle of it. People were sitting there, eating something and drinking beer, time by time breaking down laughing from somebody's prank. A bit further - but not far away - there was a huge swimming pool, with Ted DiBiase/Eve Torres, Matt Hardy/Ashley Massaro & Cody Rhodes/Mickie James playing chicken fight in it. Close near the pool, Stephanie, unfamiliar to John and Layla girl and Amy "Lita" Dumas were sunbathing. John once again took a look at Matt in the pool with Ashley sitting on his shoulders and sent a worried look to Amy's direction, who was "secretly" eyeing her boyfriend. John laughed quietly as a little devilish smile crossed Amy's lips, when Mickie pushed Ash and she fell to the water off Matt's shoulders.

- The news of the summer are Booker T and Sharmel. - Triple H explained pointing with his eyes to the married couple, who were drinking cocktails and chatting with other wrestling icons near the table in terrace. - I'm happy we haven't quit communicating even when they sold WWE for TNA. Those traitorous bastards. - he joked with half closed eyes, slowly shaking his head as Layla giggled and John smiled.

- How are they doing? - John asked.

- They're good. - Paul nodded. - Everything goes well for them, both personal and professional lives.

- Nice to hear that. - Layla kept smiling.

- That girl sunbathing between my wife and Ames, is named Reese. She's Steph's child hood friend. One of the biggest wrestling fans ever, I swear. She practically knows everything about the company. And you, my friend, - he patted John's shoulder. - are her favorite wrestler. Damn it. - he painfully closed his eyes for a second.

- Ok. - Layla nodded. - I'll keep an eye on that bitch. - she joked as Hunter started laughing, but John offered just a weak grin. Unlike his friend, he knew that Layla wasn't really joking about it.

- That guy, - Paul pointed to his eyes near some muscled guy who handled Stephanie a glass of cider, which she gladly accepted. - you might already know him. He works for TNA under the ring name Matt Morgan. He's here for the very first time. And for the last, if he keeps hitting it on on my wife. - he smiled once again.

- Woah what people do we have here. - A huge smile got on Shawn Michaels face as he stood in front of the three, and John immediately hugged him. After that Shawn gave a hug to Layla.

- How are you doing, man? - John asked happily. Shawn was one of the guys that he shared a strong and warm friendship with.

- Couldn't be any better. - Shawn responded as another wave of laughter was heard from the side of the terrace, where most people were in. - And what's up with you guys?

- Nothing's up, everything's down. - Randy smirked appearing from behind, hugging both Hunter and John.

- Gee man, chill out. We have girls here. - Hunter laughed out elbowing him.

- And, if I remember correctly, - Hunter smiled taking two bigger steps near the pool and wrapping his arms from behind some blonde girl, who was standing there, carefully turning her around and making her giggle a little. - the last one you don't know is Ted's cousin. Stacy Keibler. - he represented.

John smiled a bit. He didn't feel the electricity going through his body, nor the butterflies in his stomach, not even did he feel like the lightning just hit him, as he was supposed to feel according to all the romantic movies. But yes, the girl was very beautiful. She was wearing a little mini orange dress and brown cowboy mirror sunglasses on her face. John was a man, he couldn't deny that she definitely got his attention. Especially her long legs. He had never seen legs like that before. And her curly blonde hair, that perfectly encircled her beautiful facial features. He felt a very weird wish to stroke those golden waves. John wished she wasn't wearing sunglasses, so he could study her eyes. Unfortunately.

- Stacy, - Hunter continued. - This is my friends John Cena and Layla El. They're dating for awhile now. Behind them Randy Orton. You already met him before.

- Nice to meet you all. - Stacy smiled revealing her perfectly white teeth. Is this girl a supermodel or what?

- Nice to meet you too. - John smiled back, somehow not being able to take his eyes away from her. She just looked so. . . innocent. Like she wasn't a part of this world. She looked so far away from all the earthy complicated bullshit, those brain killing relationships that you may never figure out. She also didn't look like one of those women, who were like 1000 piece puzzles; lifetime wasn't enough to understand who they are, what they want and what are they thinking. Some men: a lot of men, found these women super attractive, simply addictive, but John wasn't one of them. He didn't want to torture himself trying to understand what simple things does the girl want. All he wanted is a sincere, honest and easy communication. Stacy looked like the type of a girl, who's unique point is in how plain simple she actually is. Then again, it was obvious, that you need to be ALLOWED to enter her world. To be with her, you had to be given a key from her heart.

And that probably wasn't the easy thing about that woman.

- We've heard about you a lot. - Layla offered a warm smile. - I'm really excited about finally meeting you.

- Thank you. - Stacy giggled. - But to be honest, it scares me a bit. I'm afraid I'm not that. . . special, that you should be excited.

- Aw, she's so modest. - Paul smiled only now letting her go. - Believe me, she is special.

- I've noticed that. - John nodded as Layla's smile started getting fake. A little did she know, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Like trying to mark HER area, HER man. She knew he hated that, but she couldn't help it. Stacy was a beautiful woman. And a woman, especially a beautiful one, was always a danger. Layla loosen up a little as she noticed that Stacy was still warmly smiling, like she didn't even notice Layla's gesture. That was a good thing. If she didn't react to that, that means she ain't interested.

- The weather's fantastic. Does anybody want to go swimming? - Layla asked.

- I gotta go greet the people. Maybe later. - John softly released himself from her embrace.

- What about you? - Layla asked concentrating attention on Stacy, somehow hoping for a positive answer. Stacy looked like a nice person. When you were nice to Layla, Layla was nice to you. She wanted to make friends with this blonde goddess.

- Maybe I'll refuse, but thank you for the offer. - Stacy shook her head as Layla got a bit disappointed.

- I'll go with you. - Maria giggled taking Layla's hand.

- Me too. - Randy nodded as Layla let out a deep breath. Maria is DEFINITELY going to start flirting with Randy and she'll be left off. Because her own boyfriend was too busy greeting other people. He was always busy with something. But he was never busy with her.

And that hurt her more than she ever wanted anyone to see.