Hey, Sorry about the late update. My inspiration was slowed to a crawl. Plus… is my story that bad because I haven't had any reviews since my last update. I hope this chapter changes things a bit… okay, a LOT. ;)
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Last time...
"Dee, remember when I got lost before the show started?" Dee-Lo nodded and I continued. "Well, I wandered into the locker room when I heard something crash and someone gagging. I peek inside and I see this guy choking so I run in and give him the Heimlich maneuver. But then, I ran out before he could thank me. Later that night at the club, I found out that the guy I saved... was him." And then I pointed my thumb up at John who just flashed a grin and… damn those dimples! Stop popping and making him look cuter!
I look over at my girl and, once again, she could pass for Billy the Bigmouth Bass' girlfriend. Her mouth is wide open and her eyes are bugged out like there's no tomorrow! When she finally found her voice, she just said…
"Lemme get this straight. You're telling me that you saved JOHN CENA'S life? THIS John Cena? This one here?" Dee-Lo chirped as she pointed at him over and over.
"Yeah. Can you believe it?" I asked my best friend.
"I'm gonna have to. You can't make this shit up." Dee said as she laughed.
-Triple H's Hotel Suite-
JOHN'S P.O.V.
I'm really surprised at how at ease these two girls are around the guys, but then again, these Superstars are really great with fans. While they mix it up, I'm really getting to see their different personalities. Dee-Lo is obviously the more outgoing of the two and Gwen… she seems more comfortable hanging back a bit. But lemme tell ya, you wouldn't know it if you saw her dancing last night. She was the picture of confidence. Seeing Gwen last night on that dance floor and seeing her now just makes me want to know more about this girl. And I might get that chance because Rosa just brought it up.
"So, why don't you chicas tell us a little about yourselves?"
Gwen looked a bit uneasy, almost shy. It's actually cute on her.
"There's not a whole lot to tell, really." She said softly and that made her friend sigh heavily. I take it that she's been through this before.
"Girl, you say that every time somebody asks you that question! Don't be so humble; just tell them something. They wanna know about you."
"Dee, they want to know about both of us." She chuckled.
Dee-Lo just rolled her eyes and shook her head at her friend before turning to the other wrestlers.
"Fine. My name's Delores Maxwell, a.k.a. Dee-Lo, I'm 32 years old from Greenville, Mississippi, I work as a secretary in a doctor's office, I have a boyfriend, a goldfish named Raiden and my favorite actor is Wesley Snipes."
Damn! And she said all that in one breath. She comically gasped and turned back to her best friend.
"Okay. Your turn."
"Dee..." She laughed.
"What? Gwen, they wanna know about you; you're the hero. They were just being polite when they asked about 'us'."
"Come on; I know that's not true." Gwen answered back.
The vibe I was getting from her right then, well, you know when you're the new kid and you have to face the class and introduce yourself at your first day in school? She kinda looked like that. I watched her take a deep breath before she started talking.
"I'm not all that interesting. Except for the age and hometown, I work as a hip-hop teacher at my local dance studio, you've met my dog already and he's spoiled rotten now. Little con artist." That made everyone laugh. "My favorite actor is Bruce Lee. I could watch his movies all day. And I… don't have a boyfriend."
Now she really looks uneasy. I don't want this to go south so I better change the subject quick.
"Okay, now I know you ladies don't wanna be stuck inside all day. Is there anything you wanna do?"
"I vote for shopping!" Dee piped up. As usual, the other divas agreed but Gwen didn't look sold on the idea.
"I'm not really the shopping type. Unless we were going somewhere like Best Buy, then I'm in." Gwen said honestly.
An electronics geek. Okay, I can go along with that.
"We can drop Thunder off at Aunt Sophie's."
"Aww, Can't he come with us, Gwen?" Kelly Kelly asked.
"We promise to watch him, please?" Alicia begged and little Thunder whimpered up at his master. This little guy was turning on his charm… I need to take a few notes. I guess it's working because I heard a low grumble out of Gwen.
"I hate when you do that. See this is why I shoulda went with a pet turtle. You're too cute! Okay, you can come with us and you divas do realize he'll probably con you into buying him a new chew toy or something."
"We don't mind." Layla smiled.
"Okay, so we'll be back later and meet you guys at the gym." I said to the rest before looking down at Gwen and Dee-Lo. "Of course you're both invited."
"Lemme see… hard bodies covered in sweat, clingy shorts and shirtless… I'm in!"
Gwen just shook her head in jest.
"What the hell, if she's in, so am I. Might actually pick up a few moves."
With that, Gwen, Dee, Thunder, the Divas and I all head out and go downstairs to the lobby. When we stepped off the elevator, I caught sight of three people I really didn't want to see.
"Come on, let's get out of…"
"Yo! Cena!" Shouted that obnoxious voice.
Oh, great! I need this like a hole in the head. I was hoping they didn't see us, but that's shot to hell. I look down at Dee and Gwen.
"Um, Gwen? Dee? Remember when I said that a lot of the Superstars aren't like they appear on t.v.?" When they nodded, I went on. "Well, here comes the flip side of that coin." They better keep their cool if they know what's good for them. "What do you want?"
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? John Cena tryin' to act like he's tha playa of all playas! Surrounded by divas and… and who are these two honeys?"
Oh, man! I really didn't want the girls to be hassled by these guys.
"Not like it's any of your business, this is Dee-Lo and Gwen. They're friends of mine." And to prove my point, I put my arms around both their shoulders. I guess I put my left arm around Gwen a little bit tighter and, unfortunately, they noticed because I see Darren looking at her.
"I dunno why someone as fine as you is hanging out with Cena." Darren smirked as he took her hand. "Name's Darren Young." He went to kiss it, but Gwen just yanked it away. "Yo, what is your problem, baby girl? I say ditch the go-cart and step into a stretch limo."
Okay, I never thought I'd see a black girl turn green, but Gwen looked like she was two seconds away from tossing her cookies all over Darren.
"Okay, one, my name ain't 'baby girl' and two, you're being kinda generous, ain't ya? 'Cause from where I'm standing, you're more like a skateboard."
Groans could be heard from everyone and I had to bite back a laugh. That was hella funny.
"Oh, ha ha ha. You think you're so clever. Do you know who you're talking to?" Titus O'Neil asked Gwen next.
"The poor man's answer to Terry Crews minus the acting talent?" She shot back.
Okay, now this time, I had to laugh out loud because he does kinda look like the guy.
"Okay, that was a good one." I laugh.
"Aight! Lookee here, little lady! You obviously don't know who you're talking smack to." A.W… always looking to throw his two cents in. This oughta be good. "You, my dear, are in the presence of All World Productions greatest acquisition! You are looking at the greatest tag team the WWE has ever produced. You.. are looking at the Prime Time Players and they're worth…!"
"Millions of dollars… yeah, I know. I don't really care, but I know. And as for your name, it's more like the Played Out Players." Gwen retorted. Man, this girl is laying into them. "Look, how about you go back to making root beer and we'll be on our way."
Gwen turned to walk away and A.W. grabbed her by the arm.
"Man, nobody told you you could walk away!"
Man, I just lost it! I quickly got into his face and squeezed his arm until he let her go. He was screaming like the little punk he is and it felt real good to shut him up.
"You don't ever put your hands on her! Do you hear me!?" I growled. I dunno what's going on with me, but seeing this asswipe grab Gwen like that… I-I just snapped. I guess that surprised everyone judging by the looks on their faces. "And that goes for your played out tag team!"
GWEN'S P.O.V.
Okay… whoa! Just whoa! I've seen John pissed off before but this is like a whole new level piss-tivity! I watch as John let A&P, or whatever his name is, go and it looked like they were about to hash it out when A.W. threw the drink he had in his hand in John's face temporarily blinding him.
"John! Look out!" I shout.
As the bald douche bag in the bad suit attacked John, Titus and Darren grab me and Dee. The other divas step in and tried to fight off A.W. and these other two guys, but they manage to keep up their attack.
"Get off me, jackass!" I heard Dee scream at the bigger dude.
"Now, baby. Don't fight it. I know you want me!" Darren said as he tried to kiss me. Ugh! I think I'd rather kiss Thunder. He has better breath. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't wanna go off on nobody but they making me go off on somebody!
"KISS THIS!"
I rammed my elbow into Darren's face and back kicked him in the shin before I kneed him in the groin. That made him fall over and grab what was left of his manhood so I ran over to help Dee. While Titus was preoccupied, I kicked him in the shin which made him bend over, and I stood him back up with an uppercut before I judo flipped his ass! John was fighting with A.W. when another voice broke up the commotion.
"What the hell is going on here!?"
You can't hear that voice and not know who it was because I looked over at the elevator and who's walking over? The big boss himself… Mr. Vince McMahon!
"I asked a question! What's going on in here!?"
John pushed A.W. away from him as Layla stepped up to answer.
"Mr. McMahon, they attacked John and those two girls. They were just defending themselves!"
"Please! You're gonna believe them? John attacked us because we wanted to talk to his new friends. Guess he was jealous that we'd steal them away from him." A.W. lied with a smirk.
"He's lying! A.W. grabbed Gwen then his goons attacked the girls after he jumped me!" John protested.
"Man, we didn't start nothing! It's this bitch's fault for not accepting my handshake." He pointed at me and it took all I had to keep from snapping.
"You got one more time to call me that!" I say to him.
"Everyone, be quiet!" Mr. McMahon shouted. "Now I want someone to tell me the truth about what happened and I wanna know now!"
"I can tell you exactly what happened." I piped in. This was going on long enough and I just wanted to get out of there.
"Just what are you gonna say? It's your word against ours." Titus smirked.
"And I thought you couldn't make me more ashamed to be black. I stand corrected." I shake my head. "Anyway, you're wrong. It's your word against the word of 9 witnesses."
"What witnesses?" A.W. asked.
"One." I pointed to myself.
"Two." Dee followed suit and stood next to me.
"Three." John took his place at my other side. "You okay?"
I just nodded to let him know I was.
"Four. Five. Six. Seven." The four divas that were with us all chimed in and little Thunder barked in Kelly Kelly's arms.
"Oh, he's number Eight."
"Yeah… eight. I bet Benji here's a real credible witness." Darren smirked. "Who's witness number nine?"
"I never said it was a 'who." I smirked and pointed up to the surveillance camera that was pointed at us. "Nine. Oh, and if you still wanna claim you were the victims, go ahead. I'm pretty sure the manager will be more than happy to give Mr. McMahon an instant replay." A.W. and his crew weren't bumpin' their gums anymore, I bet.
"A.W, you're already on thin ice with me after those Kobe Bryant and Mother Theresa comments! If I look on that tape and find any truth to their claims…"
"Man, forget this! Titus, Darren! We out!" I saw A.W. lead his cronies out of the lobby and I couldn't be happier.
"Yeah, you need to use those millions of dollars of yours to buy some class!" I shout at them. I maybe be shy at times, but I'm always gonna speak my mind.
"I'm terribly sorry about all this. I hope their behavior doesn't make you reflect badly on the WWE as a whole." Mr. McMahon apologized.
"No, not the WWE… but they do give the good black men in this world a bad name." I say frankly. "Look, it's fine. As long as we never cross paths again, I'm more than willing to forget it happened." I look over at Thunder who hasn't stopped barking during the whole melee and pet him. "Oh, you were gonna tear those assholes a new one, weren't you?" I smile as my dog wagged his tail. "Good boy."
"Hey, why don't I meet you girls outside at the car? I need to talk to Mr. McMahon about something."
"Okay. Don't be too long. I never thought I'd say this in a million years… but shopping actually sounds good right now."
"And all it took for you to come around was a fight." Dee laughed as she led me and the other divas outside. I did wonder what John had to talk to his boss about… but it wasn't my business so I just shrugged it off.
JOHN'S P.O.V.
"Hey, Mr. McMahon. I need to ask you a favor."
"Does it have to do with those two young ladies?"
"Actually, it does. Well, more specifically, one of them. I'm not sure you heard about what happened last night at Raw…"
"Are you kidding me? Everyone's talking about it. To be honest, Stephanie just told me about it."
I should have known. Like I said… nothing stays a secret in the WWE. But this is good. Since he knows, maybe he'll be more receptive to my idea.
"Yeah, well, about that. You saw the girl with the glasses? She's the one I'm talking about. I was wondering…"
Later that day…
GWEN'S P.O.V.
Okay, after that fiasco back at the Peabody, we finally arrive at the Oak Court Mall to do some shopping. I know I said I'd welcome it, earlier, but … what can I say? I'm a tomboy at heart. Shopping's not really my thing.
"I say we totally hit Forever 21. Or maybe Hot Topic!" Layla suggested. I just looked at her like… huh?
"How about DSW?" Dee added.
"I vote for FootLocker." I raised my hand… then slowly put it back down.
Even with John there, I felt out of place. Shopping for clothes and make up… ehh. I am looking forward to going to PetSmart because I love watching Thunder play with the toys there. I look over at John and I could tell by the expression on his face that he didn't look all too excited about mall trolling with a group of women, even if they were Divas. I felt for the guy, ya know? Because we all know what a lone guy in a group of girls on a shopping trip is used for… pack mule! I turn to John and mouth and "I'm sorry" to him and he walked over.
"Why are you sorry?" He asked with a smile. Does he have any idea the affect his smile has on people And do I need to revisit the dimples?
"Well, you're stuck with us and most likely you're gonna end up being our pack mule for the day. I guess I feel guilty."
The Dr. Of Thunganomics just chuckled and put his hand on my shoulder that didn't have a strap on it. When he did, I felt just how warm and gentle his touch was. He could have kept it there as long as he wanted.
"Aw, don't feel bad. I wanted to come." John reassured me. "Besides, this'll give me a chance to get to know you a little more."
Did I hear him right? He wanted to get to know me? I'm still kinda awestruck over it all. Maybe it's the celebrity or the fact that he's just oh, so fine. Either way, I smile back and it doesn't go unnoticed by the others.
"Sorry, John. But we need to borrow Gwen for a bit." Kelly Kelly giggled. The next thing I know, I'm being pulled with Dee and the other Divas towards one of those… ick… boutiques. I saw her take my little dog, leash and all, and handed him to John. Thunder gave a small disappointed whimper when he found out he wasn't gonna be cuddled by the Divas anymore. "Maybe you can take Thunder to PetSmart and have some male bonding time."
"Okay, fine. Just don't take too long, okay?" John said.
"We won't!" The other girls agreed.
"Um, am I allowed to protest?" I ask.
"Yeah, but you're outnumbered, so…" Rosa laughed.
"Girl, how often do you get a chance to shop with the Divas!? Come on! It'll be fun!" Dee said happily.
I didn't even have time to groan or even throw a fit because I was being pulled by four Divas and my best friends. The sight alone made John laugh I guess because he knew I would have been kicking and screaming had it been any other situation. I mouth the words "help me" to him and he shouted back:
"Have fun!"
I then mouthed the words "you suck" and he laughed even harder. Since throwing a tantrum wasn't gonna help me out of this, I just sucked it up and went into the shoe boutique and I felt like I walked into Barbie's closet.
"Ooh! Check out these shoes!" Layla squealed as she held up a pair of high heels with rhinestone studs on the toes.
"Mmm! My man would love to see me in these!" I heard Dee say. She was eyeing a pair of candy apple red stilettos and the price tag was more than her budget allowed. "Oh, well… window shopping's fun, too."
I was just walking around and picking on one pair of shoes after another and nothing here catches my eye. Not a single pair of Chuck Taylor All Stars in the bunch… it's official; I'm in hell. Alicia noticed that I wasn't really having any fun and came over to me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked.
"It's nothing. I really appreciate this but, this… isn't me." I said truthfully. "I'm more Nikes and Reeboks instead of Jimmy Choo and Menudo... uh…"
"Manolo Blahnik?"
"Yeah, what you said." I chuckled.
"It's alright. Besides… uh, that's not the real reason we dragged you here."
Okay, so they pulled me into this… place and their M.O. isn't to shop? Then, excuse my language, WHY THE FUCK DID Y'ALL BRING ME HERE!?
"So, why did you bring me here?"
"To talk." Layla smirked.
"And we couldn't 'talk' in front of John because…"
"Because it's about him… mostly." Rosa chimed in. "You like him, don't you?" She smiled. Soon all the Divas and even Dee had these Cheshire cat looking grins on their faces.
"Well…" I stall.
"She's so jonesing for him!" Dee interrupted. Now you see why everyone calls her Motormouth. I just looked down and a small smile crossed my lips. Yeah, I was crushin' on the guy harder than the Hulk at a demolition derby, but I didn't want THEM to know that. But I guess my posture told them everything. Damn body language.
"Okay, I do like him." I admit and the girls just squeal making every salesperson look at them either weirdly or in awe because they were Divas. "You do know you're not getting out of here without signing some autographs now." I smirk.
"Small price to pay." Kelly Kelly nodded. "Anyway, this is great because I think he likes you, too."
"Yeah, right." I say plainly. "What would a guy like him want with me? I mean, I don't look anything like you guys. You're all gorgeous and I'm… well… not."
"Oh, come on. Don't say that. You're really cute." Layla nodded.
Yeah… cute. I'm always… cute. I guess I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve because when I looked up, all the girls looked at me with concern in their eyes. I look over at my best friend half expecting her to blab, but she just nodded letting me know she wouldn't say anything this time. I mouth a thanks to her and breathed out a long sigh before I told them something I hoped I'd keep between me and Dee.
"That's kinda the problem." I say. "I guess I should explain. See… I didn't always look like this." I took out my wallet and pulled out a photo I dreaded looking at because it brought back a lot of bad memories. But for them to understand where I'm coming from, I had to do it. "I used to look like this."
It was a picture of me. I was 13 and I was… Hell, I'm not gonna sugar coat it, I was fat.
"I was picked on and made fun of pretty much up until I was 13. I didn't talk to anyone… kept to myself most of the time. Dee-Lo's been my best… and really only real friend since 1st grade and she's the one who got me to change." I had to take a breath and compose myself. The absolute last thing I wanted to do is cry in front of them. "She spent that whole summer literally whipping me into shape and by the time we started high school, I was down to 120 lbs. I thought things were gonna great, ya know? Go through high school as one of those popular girls. But instead, I was barely noticed, especially by the guys. And when I was noticed, it was always as a friend or running buddy or, worse… 'cute'. I didn't really come out of my shell until college and evolve into the nut you see before you." I had to smirk. Hey, I am a nut. "Long story short, guys don't like me like that. They'll always see me as… cute. And last time I checked 'cute' doesn't get you dates. Having what you guys have does and unfortunately, that's not me. I'm not girly in any sense of the word."
"She really isn't. Her idea of fashion is wearing black jeans instead of blue." Dee chimed in and I couldn't get mad at her because she's absolutely right.
"She's right. Makeup, hair, fashion… it's just confusing to me. I dunno. I just feel like I'm in a world where all guys want is eye candy and I'm that little black rotten piece at the bottom of the bag that gets thrown away."
"Well, have you ever tried to dress up?" Alicia asked sincerely.
"Once. I went to my older brother's wedding and I actually put on… a dress." I shuddered. "I had on the whole nine yards, dress hair, nails, makeup… all of it. Someone else did it for me because if I did, I'd have looked like a train wreck. Anyway, I looked nice enough. During the reception… not one guy came up to me. I spent the whole time sitting at the table playing on my iPhone. That one incident told me all I needed to know. Dressing up doesn't even help so I went back to wearing what I liked."
"Did that help?" Kelly Kelly asked.
"Yes… and no." I said. "Since I started going clubbin' with Dee, I always wore jeans and sneakers and whenever I heard a good song, I just danced. Apparently, I got attention from that… the bad kind. I dunno what it is but the ones who actually are into me, are wackos and assholes like those two we ran into in the lobby."
"And that dude at the club last night." Dee piped up.
I sighed heavily.
"I was trying to forget that one… which reminds me…" I look at Dee who looked like the cat that swallowed… forget the canary, she swallowed the whole fucking birdhouse. "You were gonna tell me something about that night. What was it?"
"Well… I, uh… maybe, kinda sorta recorded the whole thing with my smartphone and uploaded it to YouTube?" She chuckled nervously.
"Okay to quote Stone Cold and pretty much the whole WWE universe… WHAT!?" I had a feeling she did something like that.
"Hey, on the upside, since I uploaded it, you got over 2 million hits! You're viral, girl… and that doesn't make this any better, does it?"
"Not really. It's bad enough that I attract all the losers in the world." I sigh. "Just once, I want one of the good ones to like me."
"Like John?" Rosa asked with a smile. I just nod meekly. So, Dee and all the Divas swallowed me up in a group hug and I felt myself tearing up. I never told that to anyone outside Dee; it feels good to have more than one girlfriend to talk to. There was more, but I didn't want to go any deeper than that. When the hug stopped and they looked at my face and saw that a few escaped my brown eyes.
"Hey, no tears." Layla said as she handed me a tissue. I thanked her for it and took my glasses off to wipe my eyes. "Look, I know what you're thinking and there's nothing wrong with you. The right guy's gonna come along when you least expect it."
"Yeah, well I hope you're right and it's before I end up in a nursing home." I chuckle, but I was really serious. At this rate, they'll make a movie about me… the 90 Year-Old Virgin. Okay, don't think about it. You're out with your best friend in the world and the Divas. Have some fun. "Hey, we're supposed to be shopping, right?"
"Yeah, and, I like John and all… but he is our designated pack mule for the day. Let's make him EARN HIS KEEP!" Dee yelled and we laughed. Man, I feel sorry for the guy.
JOHN'S P.O.V.
Okay, it's almost noon and those girls are STILL shopping? I am so fucked! I know I'm gonna be carrying half the store outta here. What really sucked was the fact that they had Gwen and I still haven't really gotten a chance to talk to her yet, not really. Well, while they shop til they drop, I went to PetSmart and hung out with my dawg, Thunder. I gotta hand it to the little guy, he's a chick magnet. Well, so am I, but he just multiplied it. I was hit on by a lot of women in the store. News about my divorce is a hot topic especially with all the single ladies. I was flattered by all the attention, but, to be honest, kinda have my eyes on someone else. Anyway I'm sitting on a bench near food court while Thunder played with his new squeak toy. It was a little red rubber rain boot. Try saying that five times fast. I look at Gwen's dog playing like he doesn't have a care in the world and I pick him up.
"Hey, if things don't work out with your master… can I chill at your crib?" I ask Thunder. He just looked up at me and licked my nose. "Thanks, man." I smile.
"Having fun?" I hear Gwen ask and, sure enough, the girls pretty much bought out the store. Okay, maybe not, but close enough. Most of them had bags all along their arms. Gwen, thankfully, didn't have that much so I ran up to her with Thunder still in my arms.
"I'm carrying her stuff!"
"But she didn't buy that much." Rosa pointed out.
"That's why I'm carrying her stuff." I grin and the girls just groaned. "Anyway, what kept you guys? I'm starved and I know Thunder is, too. Right?" When Thunder barked, I knew he had my back. "See, he's hungry, too."
I heard Gwen laugh as she took her dog back and it was like, I dunno. Even though, I loved Liz, there was always something missing…and I feel like, maybe Gwen has it.
"Okay, so where should we go?" Layla asked.
"I think we should let Gwen pick the place. So, how about it?" I turn to the girl and I could see the wheels turning in her head until she spoke up.
"To be honest, I'm in the mood for Chinese." She said and everyone seemed cool with the idea.
"Sounds good to me."
"I'm in."
"Me, too."
"Good, I know this awesome place!" Dee replied. Somehow, I figured she knew all the hot spots. "We can go back to the hotel and drop our stuff off before going."
Great, maybe I can finally get some alone time with Gwen. Maybe pump her for some information. What? I wanna know what they were talking about. After packing the cars up with all their shit… still have no idea how we pulled that off… we drove back to the hotel and as they went up to put their things away, I hang back and pull Gwen off to the side.
"So, how was it shopping with the Divas?" I asked. "Did you guys try on any lingerie?" I wiggle my eyebrows.
"Oh, get out!" She laughed. Really, I could listen to her laugh all day. "We just went shoe and clothes shopping. It was okay, I guess."
Okay, I don't really care about clothes. I just wanna know if they talked about me.
"So, did y'all talk about me?" I grin. I know she likes my dimples.
"Now, I can't talk about our gossip… especially not to the gossip subject."
"So you did talk about me? All good, I hope?"
"Mmmmaybe." She smirked. "Why are you so interested?"
"Oh, no reason." I walk a little close to her and close the gap between us, but not much. I don't wanna make her uncomfortable. But then, I catch a whiff of her perfume. Man, she smells good. I look at her with my baby blues and flash that grin she seems to like so much. My voice lowers a bit and I say: "Maybe I want to know if you're interested."
She probably doesn't realize how coy she looks when she stares down and smile like that, but it just does something to me.
"Well, I-"
"Papa Song! Here we come!" I hear her friend Dee shout and I'm thinking "Not now! I was just getting somewhere!" "Hey, quit trying to mack on my girl!" She jokes.
"Dee!" Gwen squeaked.
"Hey, I wasn't mackin' on her." "Well I was, you just came in at the worst time."
"Sure, John." Layla smirked. "Now, come on. I'm getting hungry."
"Oh, Gwen, Stephanie offered to puppy sit Thunder while we're out. Don't be surprised if she offers you money for him." Alicia laughed.
"Ain't enough money in the world." Gwen smirked. "As crazy as he is, he's still my little baby."
Okay, on the count of three. 1-2-3…
"Awwww!" The girls cooed. Do I know women or what?
"Okay, ladies assembled, insanely handsome man present…" I can hear some of the Divas groan, but it's cool. "And little dog is upstairs getting spoiled rotten. Now, let's get our MSG on!"
"Lawd, I hope you don't make that your new catch phrase." Gwen laughed.
"Only if you want me to." I grin. I hold my arm out to Gwen and all of us head out to Papa Song's. I never heard of the place, but if Dee says it's good, who am I to argue? Maybe Confucius will smile down on me and give me a good fortune in my cookie.
END OF CHAPTER 4
Well, you know one of Gwen's secrets. She has more, but that's for another chapter. And Just what does john have planned as a reward for his ebony savior? I'll let you in on that next time. So, leave me lots of love and pass it on! Till next time, PEACE!