Chapter Three: Her Curiousity Killed His Dignity

"Just set your bags over there on the floor." John instructed me.

I didn't say anything back to him. I just put my stuff by the side of the nightstand. I hate the fact that this hotel only had one damn bed per room.

I sighed quietly to myself as I climbed onto the white fluffiness. I kicked off my flip-flops and relaxed as I turned on the TV. I tried switching through the channels to see if anything good was on. John shut the door and dropped his bags next to mine.

"Hey I'm goin' to order somethin' from room service. You want anything?" John asked me.

I seriously wish he wouldn't talk to me. I took a breather once and tried my best not to get pissy at him.

"No thank you." I said with all my effort of being calm. Though unfortunatly for me, he could tell that I was trying not to answer him. I wasn't too thrilled to be here so he pressed on with the questions. Lucky-freaking-me.

"You know, I'm just trying to make things seem a lot less uncomfortable between us. I know we don't like each other in all but we can get along just for tonight... right?" he asked me.

Okay, nevermind. The Mellow Ship has sailed. I was growing slightly frustrated with him now. I looked at him and said "John, if you want to get along, then don't speak. Because that is only going to make me even more mad."

Ocean eyes rolled; he scoffed. "There's no compormising with you, is there princess?"

Oh. THAT, is low. But I just responded by saying "I am trying to compromise; don't talk and I don't bitch. Problem solved. Got it?"

"Let's see, if you don't cut the sarcasam and being a douche bag you can go bunk with Lance Cade or his buddy Trevor. Got it?" John shot back at me with a fake smile.

I was ticked. But I wouldn't let him see it. "I'd rather have Trevor's CHILD then share the same breathing supply as you. But I'm doing this for my brother and your best friend. So don't fuck it up for me okay?"

"Don't fuck it up for me either." John responded.

"Deal." I replied.

I decided to get at least some food in my stomach. So whne John ordered room service, I requested some macaroni. After dinner, we watched more TV. John soon fell asleep, but I stayed up for a little bit. Another show wasn't coming up soon and tomorrow Randy and I got a day off. So I thought, what the hell?

I eyed Sleeping Ugly as he lied unconciously next to me. He looked like a young boy. Pff, but I knew he wasn't that innocent in reality. There was a different face behind the mask everyone thought to be true.

I sighed, I was so bored. I wasn't sleepy at all! Then I had a thought pop into my mind. A mischevious little smirked crossed my lips. My cadet blue orbs fixed upon his suitcase. I wonder what kinds of things he kept hidden in there.

I hopped down from the bed and then started unzipping it. Inside was the normal clothes, shaving cream, razor, and other stuff you would expect someone to bring. I saw a few papers bunched on at the side. I didn't want to touch that in case it was something important. I figured it was probably work papers or fan mail/art.

Something then caught my attention. It was a bright, colorful piece of cloth. I pulled it out and to my most joy I smiled. In all my most wild pondering, I had never expected someone like John Cena to be carrying THIS.

A pair of boxers.

With Big Bird on them.

I couldn't help but bust into a fit of giggles. But not to wake him, I pur my hand over my mouth to stifle them. I took my camera phone and took a shot of them. Well actually, a few.

This was pure black-mailing gold. Or more of material.

A/N: So what do you think? Please review!

-- Miss Dollface