Things were good again. He drove Stacy to the arena where she was working for the next episode of RAW! As they sat Stacy placed her hand on his knee and smiled, a smile he willingly returned to her. She sighed happily looking out at the scenery. It jut seemed as if everything was perfect. Stacy, being a perfectionist was finally happy with herself and in the direction that her life was going.
Once at the arena Stacy exited the car being sure to grab her training gear then she made her way to the other side of the car where she was greeted by John halfway there.
"What are you doing John?"
He slid his arms around her hips and grinded his hips much to her delight.
"Just thought, I'd spend a little time with my baby, and be a gentlemen walking her into work."
"Well, how sweet of you John. You are such a perfect gentlemen."
The couple laughed as Cena straightened his back out and held out his arm. Stacy took his arm and acted sophisticated.
"Anything for my lady."
Stacy lifted her head in just enough time to see John wink at her and she giggled and rubbed her head along his bicep. They made their way inside and stuck around by the exit. Stacy leaned up and rubbed her nose against John's and smiled.
"Baby, you must be going now so you can get driving.. it's a long drive."
"Yeah i know, I'll see you later babe.. promise."
"Kay, I'll miss you."
Stacy pouted as John kissed the tip of her nose.
"Don't. It'll be okay, I'll call you before the taping.. promise."
"Alright. I love you."
Stacy smiled as she turned her back walking into the arena. Many times she turned around giving John a little wave and blowing him little kisses. As he exited she smiled to herself as Randy Orton appeared from behind her. He jumped and cupped his hand over her eyes.
"Guess who!?"
Stacy laughed.
"Gee, I wonder who this could be."
Randy smirked his Lady Killer smirked and put his arm around Stacy.
"So how's my favorite RAW! diva!?"
"She's doing fine thank you, and how's my favorite RAW! male?"
"Couldn't be better actuallly, mind if I walk you to the dressing room?"
"No not at all."
Randy and Stacy have had this flirty type friendship for as long as she can remember. She knew Randy liked her, and was jealous of John. Randy resented John for having the diva he wanted, Stacy knew this and she understood why John hated her and Randy's friendship so. Yet he understands, she knows.. that he can't choose who she can speak to. Randy kept his arm tightly around Stacy as John appeared from behind them carrying Stacy's purse. His face turned ice cold as Randy and Stacy stopped at the door and Randy's smirk appeared looking Stacy up and down. John hated Randy, who once was his best friend, though since 'the incident' John and Randy loathed each other. John couldn't stand the fact that someone would have the audacity to try and break him and Stacy up which is exactly what Randy tried to do. Stacy and John's love persevered though. But what was this? Were Randy and Stacy.. flirting? John squeezed his hand over Stacy's purse livid as Randy slid his hand across Stacy's cheek before walking away. He marched over to the divas dressing room door and slammed his fists down onto the door. Stacy smirked as she dropped her sports bag down and made her way to the door. Opening it.
"Randy, what is with you tonight!?"
It was John.. and he stared coldly into her eyes. It was then she knew he saw her.
"Randy? You thought.. I was Randy?"
"John baby, breathe calm down.. Nothing happened and you know that.."
"No.. what I know is that jackass had his hands all over you.. and you just let it happen. Not only that.. but you took it with a SMILE!"
Stacy backed up aways from him.
"John, you're blowing this way out of proportion.. What the hell are you doing here anyhow?"
"What am I doing here!? I thought I'd do you a favor.. and bring you in this.. Your purse. But you know, maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have looked at it for evidence of yours and Randy's secret relationship!"
"John, what the hell are you talking about? There's nothing going on between me and Randy, would you please just calm down and breathe. I appreciate you bringing in my purse for me but God.. you're blowing this way out of proportion."
"Am I now? So tell me exactly WHAT I'm supposed to think when I see you, the woman I love, with him, a man who has thie unrequited love for you, and he's all touching on you. Please elaborate on what I'm supposed to think Stace."
"Well, if you really trusted me you wouldn't be suspecting anything, you know that me and Randy are just friends. You're wasting your energy on a fight that you just can't win John."
John rolled his eyes.
"Trust? You expect me to trust you when I told you how I felt about this dude yet you deliberately go and flirt with him behind my back. Would you have told me what happened when I call right before RAW!.. Huh would you!?"
Stacy shakes her head.
"Yeah, I would have told you.. and you never once told me I couldn't talk to him. You're just pulling things out of nowhere to make yourself sound better. I wasn't flirting with Randy, he was flirting with me. Big deal, he knows I love you. You just need to get over that jealous mind of yours."
"Oh right Stacy, yet you're never jealous of me or suspecting me doing something?"
Stacy glares at him and scoffs slightly.
"John, you're always running off to places, you don't tell me where, you don't tell me who you're gonna be with. But I trust you so I just let it go."
"Or maybe it's because of your guilty conscience."
Stacy rolls her eyes and proceeds to put on her kneepads.
"Can we not fight for once John? Seriously."
"We wouldn't fight at all if it wasn't for you."
Stacy throws her arms up.
"Okay John, let's just blame me for everything. It's always my fault anyway. Stacy you caused this.. blah blah blah. You wanna sit here and blame me, fine. But I'm not having any part of it at all. I'm going.. have your pity party, and blame session. I'm out."
"Where the hell are you going Stacy?"
Stacy turns to him and smirks.
"Out."
"..That's not funny."
"It seemed to work for you."
"So you're just gonna walk away and leave in the middle of the fight and not even TRY to resolve it?"
"It works so well for you."
"God.. shut up Stacy, don't try and pin this on me."
"I'm not, because I'm going.. you think about what the hell just happened here.. then see who's really in the wrong."
"Stacy..."
"Stop, don't wanna hear it. I'm going."
Stacy walked out of the women's dressing room as John blew up his top lip agitated. Chucking her purse against the concrete wall it popped open and its contents spilled out including a small framed photo of the two of them together, now cracked and broken.
Once at the arena Stacy exited the car being sure to grab her training gear then she made her way to the other side of the car where she was greeted by John halfway there.
"What are you doing John?"
He slid his arms around her hips and grinded his hips much to her delight.
"Just thought, I'd spend a little time with my baby, and be a gentlemen walking her into work."
"Well, how sweet of you John. You are such a perfect gentlemen."
The couple laughed as Cena straightened his back out and held out his arm. Stacy took his arm and acted sophisticated.
"Anything for my lady."
Stacy lifted her head in just enough time to see John wink at her and she giggled and rubbed her head along his bicep. They made their way inside and stuck around by the exit. Stacy leaned up and rubbed her nose against John's and smiled.
"Baby, you must be going now so you can get driving.. it's a long drive."
"Yeah i know, I'll see you later babe.. promise."
"Kay, I'll miss you."
Stacy pouted as John kissed the tip of her nose.
"Don't. It'll be okay, I'll call you before the taping.. promise."
"Alright. I love you."
Stacy smiled as she turned her back walking into the arena. Many times she turned around giving John a little wave and blowing him little kisses. As he exited she smiled to herself as Randy Orton appeared from behind her. He jumped and cupped his hand over her eyes.
"Guess who!?"
Stacy laughed.
"Gee, I wonder who this could be."
Randy smirked his Lady Killer smirked and put his arm around Stacy.
"So how's my favorite RAW! diva!?"
"She's doing fine thank you, and how's my favorite RAW! male?"
"Couldn't be better actuallly, mind if I walk you to the dressing room?"
"No not at all."
Randy and Stacy have had this flirty type friendship for as long as she can remember. She knew Randy liked her, and was jealous of John. Randy resented John for having the diva he wanted, Stacy knew this and she understood why John hated her and Randy's friendship so. Yet he understands, she knows.. that he can't choose who she can speak to. Randy kept his arm tightly around Stacy as John appeared from behind them carrying Stacy's purse. His face turned ice cold as Randy and Stacy stopped at the door and Randy's smirk appeared looking Stacy up and down. John hated Randy, who once was his best friend, though since 'the incident' John and Randy loathed each other. John couldn't stand the fact that someone would have the audacity to try and break him and Stacy up which is exactly what Randy tried to do. Stacy and John's love persevered though. But what was this? Were Randy and Stacy.. flirting? John squeezed his hand over Stacy's purse livid as Randy slid his hand across Stacy's cheek before walking away. He marched over to the divas dressing room door and slammed his fists down onto the door. Stacy smirked as she dropped her sports bag down and made her way to the door. Opening it.
"Randy, what is with you tonight!?"
It was John.. and he stared coldly into her eyes. It was then she knew he saw her.
"Randy? You thought.. I was Randy?"
"John baby, breathe calm down.. Nothing happened and you know that.."
"No.. what I know is that jackass had his hands all over you.. and you just let it happen. Not only that.. but you took it with a SMILE!"
Stacy backed up aways from him.
"John, you're blowing this way out of proportion.. What the hell are you doing here anyhow?"
"What am I doing here!? I thought I'd do you a favor.. and bring you in this.. Your purse. But you know, maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have looked at it for evidence of yours and Randy's secret relationship!"
"John, what the hell are you talking about? There's nothing going on between me and Randy, would you please just calm down and breathe. I appreciate you bringing in my purse for me but God.. you're blowing this way out of proportion."
"Am I now? So tell me exactly WHAT I'm supposed to think when I see you, the woman I love, with him, a man who has thie unrequited love for you, and he's all touching on you. Please elaborate on what I'm supposed to think Stace."
"Well, if you really trusted me you wouldn't be suspecting anything, you know that me and Randy are just friends. You're wasting your energy on a fight that you just can't win John."
John rolled his eyes.
"Trust? You expect me to trust you when I told you how I felt about this dude yet you deliberately go and flirt with him behind my back. Would you have told me what happened when I call right before RAW!.. Huh would you!?"
Stacy shakes her head.
"Yeah, I would have told you.. and you never once told me I couldn't talk to him. You're just pulling things out of nowhere to make yourself sound better. I wasn't flirting with Randy, he was flirting with me. Big deal, he knows I love you. You just need to get over that jealous mind of yours."
"Oh right Stacy, yet you're never jealous of me or suspecting me doing something?"
Stacy glares at him and scoffs slightly.
"John, you're always running off to places, you don't tell me where, you don't tell me who you're gonna be with. But I trust you so I just let it go."
"Or maybe it's because of your guilty conscience."
Stacy rolls her eyes and proceeds to put on her kneepads.
"Can we not fight for once John? Seriously."
"We wouldn't fight at all if it wasn't for you."
Stacy throws her arms up.
"Okay John, let's just blame me for everything. It's always my fault anyway. Stacy you caused this.. blah blah blah. You wanna sit here and blame me, fine. But I'm not having any part of it at all. I'm going.. have your pity party, and blame session. I'm out."
"Where the hell are you going Stacy?"
Stacy turns to him and smirks.
"Out."
"..That's not funny."
"It seemed to work for you."
"So you're just gonna walk away and leave in the middle of the fight and not even TRY to resolve it?"
"It works so well for you."
"God.. shut up Stacy, don't try and pin this on me."
"I'm not, because I'm going.. you think about what the hell just happened here.. then see who's really in the wrong."
"Stacy..."
"Stop, don't wanna hear it. I'm going."
Stacy walked out of the women's dressing room as John blew up his top lip agitated. Chucking her purse against the concrete wall it popped open and its contents spilled out including a small framed photo of the two of them together, now cracked and broken.