Her alarm clock went off an hour before Randy had to get up. She got into the shower and woke up. Hopefully today would be better. But she didn't really have high hopes. When she was finally done getting ready it was time to wake Randy up. She walked over to his bed and shook him a little. His face scrunched up and he groaned at her. She began to laugh at him. She shook him again, this time even harder. And his eyes opened - he didn't look happy to see her.
"What?" He asked groggy.
"You have to get up." She replied standing there her hands on her hips. "I'm not walking away until you're out of bed. I don't need you falling back asleep." She held her hand out to help him. He slapped it away, and got up himself. Just like a child.
"Are you taking a shower?" She asked from across the room. He turned to look all her bags were already neatly placed on the bed.
"Why do you care?" She shook her head.
"It's amazing. You can be an asshole even this early in the morning. I don't even think the sun has risen yet!" She shouted to annoy him. He groaned.
"Stop being so fucking loud you bitch."
"Then get the fuck up out of bed and get dressed, prick." She said throwing clothes at him from his suitcase. He began to pull them on.
"Thats fucking disgusting. You had sex, then slept in a hotel bed. And you're not going to shower and wash all that grime off. You are something else." She said crossing her arms staring at him.
"Maybe I could have had sex, and made it to the shower with her. If someone didn't open the door and barge in here." He said. "Can you stop staring at me?"
She rolled her eyes. "Let's go prom queen. It's 5 o'clock." She said grabbing her bags.
"We have time." He said.
"I'm pretty sure you're the asshole who said if you're not early you're late." She said beginning to walk into the hallway.
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She walked down the hallway at tonights venue looking more professional. She had a stack of finished papers of Randys that had to be returned to whoever she had recieved them from's office, and several phonecalls to make during the show. While she her high heels clicked down the hallway she was lost in her own world - double and triple checking all the paper clipped stacks she had in her hands. She suddenly ran into someone and stumbled back a bit.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" The voice came of whomever she ran into.
"No it was my fault I wasn't watching where I was going, sorry." She said looking up into a pair of blue eyes. John Cena.
He smiled at her. "Where are you going in such a rush anyway?" He asked placing a hand on the small of her back leading her in the direction she was originally walking in.
"To somebodys office." She said looking at a stack of papers and pointing at a name. He smiled. "Oh yeah, that's just down here."
"I'm Jayne, by the way." She said. He nodded.
"I've heard." He said laughing. "You're not that bad." Her eyes widened.
"Well, I don't know how you deal with having a friend like Randy. He's as tempermental as a child. He's not nice to anymore, and he wakes up angry at me." She sighed.
Johns face softened. "Randy is a nice guy. The guys in the locker room were just hearing that you were a real bitch." She laughed. "I didn't know Randy was mean to you." He trailed off.
She nodded. "Hey, whatever. I can take it, I'll take him out he doesn't scare me with his stupid faces." She said noticing they were at the office she needed to find earlier.
"Well, it was nice seeing what you're really like Jayne. I hope I'll get to see you again sometime." John said wrapping his arms around her in a hug she wasn't expecting before walking away.
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At the end of the show she sat near the locker room where Randy was going to come out of on the floor nearly half asleep. It was late. She hoped that he wasn't going to give her such a hard time on the ride back to the hotel. With her head against the wall and her eyes closed she didn't even hear him come up next to her but she most definitely heard him when he screamed "WAKE UP!" in her ear, nearly scaring her half to death.
"You're a fucking asshole." She stated holding her hand out for him to help her up. He just stood there looking at her.
Getting up on her own she sighed annoyed. "Thanks." She walked down the opposite end of the hallway towards the door they came in at the beginning of the night. He walked behind her and got in the car after her, they didn't speak to eachother the entire car ride. As usual.
"Can you go check us into the room?" She asked him.
"No." He replied as the driver handed him one of his bags. "That's your job."
"You're not a fucking quadrapalegic, Randy. You can check into a goddamn hotel." She said irritated.
"Why can't you do it?" He asked.
"I was just asking you to do me a favor. Forget it." She said grabbing her big suitcase and her makeup case and dragging it inside the hotel.
After they were checked into the hotel she took a shower and sat down on her bed. Flipping her laptop open she got to work on scheduling several things for Randy.
Randy was in the shower, she had the entire room to herself. She felt comfortable. He wasn't staring at her, making fun of her, or around to call her names.
When he emerged from the shower, he rummaged through his bag for more clothes. "I'm going downstairs to the club. Everyone is getting together." He said, turning his head only a little to look at her. She never looked up from her laptop. "You can come, if you want."
"No. I'm alright." She said. "I personally prefer earlier flights, you can get a nap in and stuff, but do you want that - or would you rather get out later?" She asked. He just looked at her. 'You have somewhere to be next week, I'm asking your preference on the flight."
He shrugged. "Whatever."
He stood to leave. "Oh, can you do me a favor?" he asked turning around.
"What?" She asked.
"Can you not be here in a few hours?" He said. Just as plain as that. Like it was no big deal! "I want to bring someone back here, and having you here is just going to kill the mood."
"That's a joke right?" She laughed. "You're kidding?" He shook his head. "Fuck you. I'm not going anywhere. Go fuck in a janitors closet! This is my god damn room too!" She said standing up.
"First of all this is MY room." He said walking over to her slowly. "You just stay in it because the company felt I needed an assistant to 'keep me in line'. And if I really wanted I could have you screaming my name just like that." He said snapping his fingers.
She reeled her hand back and slapped him across the face. "I'll lock your sorry ass out, and then we'll see where you're gonna go." She said. Randys eyes opened wide when her hand collided with his cheek. He reached out and grabbed her arms.
"Woah! Woah!" A voice came from the side of them. Randy broke his gaze and looked over at the door. Jayne turned too, thank god John was there.
"Is something going on here?" He asked.
"Not a thing." Randy said. Letting go of Jayne's arms and shoving her backwards onto her bed.
"It looks like something." He said stepping further into the room. "Are you alright?" He said directing his attention to Jayne. She nodded. "Yeah."
The awkwardness between the three was unbearable. "You ready to go?" John asked finally, to Randy. He gave her a nasty look before walking out of the room, John gave her the saddest look she had ever seen.