Here's another chapter. Ya know I've been at this laptop for the last couple of weeks to at least try to get some ideas down it's hard thinking of how to start a new chapter how it's going to flow with the others and most of all how im going to end it. I blame Punk the most; he's in almost ALL of my stories, WHY DO YOU KEEP POPPING UP SOME WAY OR ANOTHER? STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK OF NATURE!
Punk; Hey don't blame any of this on me, it's your fault for wanting to keep these people happy, I don't! Oh and by the way I go where I please and if all of your stories are where I please then I'll go there.
Whatever Punk…anyway I do NOT own any of the people mentioned (Except my OC Kristian) but I do own this story. Remember I'll go through hell and back for you guys so enjoy the damn chapter.
"Aah Chicago…sweet Chicago." I sung as I relaxed in the backseat of the taxi, on our way to my apartment. Just before we left New York the doctors took a quick look at my leg and gave me ointment to put on my head. The flight went smoothly, with no delays and we didn't get seated next to the 'annoying' passenger. Thanks to one of the passenger who decided to scream out "HEY IT'S JOHN CENA AND CATALYST!" at the top of their lungs we've got bombarded at the airport. A lot of them were stoked to see their favorite superstar and diva, some for the first time and others was curious as to why John Cena's in Chicago with Catalyst the bad ass loud-mouthed deranged diva. I chuckled to myself as I of remembered the 'incident' with one of his crazy teenaged fans.
"Oh my gosh, it's John Cena!" she screamed, I rolled my eyes as she proceeded on like she didn't even notice me standing next to John, "My names Megan." John smiled and hugged her tight. I smiled to myself when I saw the interaction between the two. I saw her eyes fixed on me with pure disgust and hatred. That's when I got a great idea in my head; I waved kindly at her smiled mischievously.
"Hey, Cena." I called from behind him; he quickly pulled away and turned his attention towards me.
"Yes, Kri- I mean Catalyst?" I smiled and made my way towards him, leaning up and planting a kiss on his lips. As soon as I heard the super fan gasp I pulled away, looking over his shoulders with a smile of satisfaction. John stared daggers at me, but turned back around with his dimpled smile and continued his conversation with his fan.
"I can't believe you're here with that deranged bitch." I heard her say as she looked me directly in the eye. I laughed loudly and wobbled towards her (I still have my crutches, so it's kinda hard for me to actually walk right) going close to her ear and whispering
"That's only one of the things I could do with him." I paused and chuckled softly "God, that man is GREAT in bed." I pulled away and went back to Cena's side.
Now of course I never slept with Cena but I don't regret what I said, because the look on Megan's face was priceless, she looked pissed beyond belief and I could see tears forming in her eyes. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Cena looked down at me and shook his head as if he was disappointed in me, but he still had a smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and took a step away from him.
"I have to go. It was nice meeting you John….Catalyst." and with that she walked towards her destination. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Johns smile faded and turned to face me with a frown. I offered a smile but he didn't return it instead I got a angry glare…almost like the one I get from Randy or Punk or anybody that loves and care for me when I do something 'Stupid'
"What the hell is wrong with you Kris?" I shrugged my shoulders and headed towards the exist doors. I heard him sigh as he picked up our bags and begun after me. "What did you tell her?" I laughed at the memory and pushed open the door to the outside world. It's not that I couldn't tell him what I told her; it's that I didn't want to tell him what I told her. I know it should probably be a good thing to do since I'm on his bad side already but I just want to have a little fun here and keep at least one secret away from him.
"Oh, nothing."
"Kris…" I heard Cena speak, breaking me out of my daze. I looked him in the eye but he turned and got out the cab. I'm guessing he's still upset with me about the airport thing. I sighed and opened the car door, putting my crutches out first so I could pick myself up with it. Epic Fail! I hit my head on the hood of the car and fell back into the seat.
"Can you help me?" I directed my question towards Cena, who was getting the luggage out of the trunk. He stopped for a moment and glared at me before taking out the last bag and slamming the trunk shut.
"Help yourself." He finally answered picking up a bag from the ground and begun the journey yo mu door way. I rolled my eyes and put the crutches back in the car, getting out and taking them back out keep myself balanced. I bent down and looked in the car to make sure I didn't leave anything.
"Did he tip you?" I asked the cabbie, who nodded his head. I closed the door shut and stepped away from curb. I waved good bye as the cab took off with a loud screech. I sighed and stood there for a moment. I didn't want to the door way, where I'm sure John and standing waiting with a scowl on his face, most likely cursing me for being such a bitch earlier. I shook my head and turned to start the walk to my door way.
My living room was dark but not dark, dark. There were peeps of light breaking through the curtains making the room illuminate. John pushed passed me and went straight towards my guest room. The room he'll be staying in until I no longer need his assistance…or the room he'll be staying in until or if we go visit my mom. I went to push the curtains open so there would be more light in the room. I also grabbed the T.V. remote from where it was placed on the stand before throwing my crutches on the floor and flopping down face first on my big fluffy couch. I turned my head to the side so I could see the T.V as I flicked it on. The first channel I saw was the Syfy Network, which was on commercial. I kept it on the channel because I was curious about what was on. Just as the show came back on air, John strutted into the room, with basketball shorts and one of his old 'Never Give Up' Shirts. My eye followed him to where he sat on the chair next to the T.V. stand.
"Are you…relaxed or at least out of the mood of yours yet?" I asked sitting up and prompting my elbow on the couch resting my cheek on my hand. John nodded his head and focused on the T.V. I smiled and laid back down. A few minutes later my phone started to ring a familiar song. Cena questioning looked over at me; I shrugged and pulled out my phone.
"What? He still loves his song dude." I said before pressing the answer button "Hey Ada, what's up?" I heard Adam in relief on the other end.
"Thank god, I thought something happened to you….again." He exclaimed "What happened to calling me when you landed?"
I face palmed myself and shook my head. "Sorry, I forgot."
"I guess it's ok, so how was the flight." He asked I chucked softly remembering once again the 'incident' at the airport.
"It went smoothly….until we got into the airport some idiot just had to point out that John Cena and Catalyst was there." I said.
"That happened to us all the time remember?" I nodded my head even though he can't see it. Of course I remember all of those times a bunch of idiots pointed out we were at the airport. It was always a hassle, but ever since Adam left the WWE and we don't catch flights together anymore it died down. Nobody really noticed me or anybody I've voyaged with, and I thanked god for it.
"Yeah, I'm shocked a lot of those people actually watch or watched WWE." I laughed "They looked a little too old ya know." Adam laughed on the other end
"I know," he paused to take a breath or two "Well, I guess I should leave you and your boyfriend be. Call me if you need anything, make sure you call mom to give her an update alright?"
"Sure thing, hey are you coming down here anytime soon?" I asked, I choose to ignore him calling Cena my boyfriend.
"I'll think about it." He chuckled "Love you Kris, talk to you later."
"I love you too, bye." I pressed the end call button and threw my phone over in Cenas lap. He looked down at the phone and looked back at me. I shrugged again and turned my attention back to the T.V. John picked up my phone and started to fiddle with it.
30 minutes….30 fucking minutes of boredom and silence, 20 minutes of flicking through channels and stopping on random shows, 10 minutes of napping, and 5 minutes of waking up to the my brain and skull having a full out war. I sighed heavily, and threw my legs over the couch. John who has been looking through tons of my WWE magazines for the past 20 minutes shook his head and turned the pages roughly. I grabbed my crutches and proceeded to go into the kitchen to see if I had anything to nibble on. Half way to my destination the door knocked loudly, reminding me of the time John showed up into my hotel room that night drunk. I shook my head to rid the thoughts and sighed.
"I got it." I said to Cena who has put down the magazine and standing up. He nodded and plopped himself back on the couch picking up the magazine and once again turning through the pages. I walked towards the door and looked through the peep hole. A smile spreaded across my face, finally the rain of boredom will come to an end. It's like the heavens above read my mind and brung me this awesome gift. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it with my smile growing wider.
"Hey Colt, what are you doing here?" I asked moving away from the door so he could come in.
"Hey Kristal, heard you were in town and through I'd just stop by." He said stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
John looked up from the magazine and smiled at Colt. I ignored my hunger and went to sit back down on the couch I was previously on, throwing the crutches on the floor and kicking my feet up on the coffee table.
"Let me guess, you heard from Punk?" I said with a smirk. There's no other way for him to know that I'm here, no way for anybody but Punk and I to communicate with him, and I know for sure I didn't tell him I was in town.
"The one and only," he chuckled as he took a seat next to me on the couch.
He went to touch my bandaged leg but I swatted his hand away and dropped it from the coffee table. That was when he went to touch my head. Grabbing my chin to look at if rom almost every angle. I didn't mind all of the observing he was doing because Colt has became like a second brother to me long ago, he could be a prick at times and a little to protective but I'll love him until the day we both die. He hissed when he saw the small amount of dry blood on the damaged side of my head.
"You're pretty banged up Kris, are you sure you're ok?" he asked with full concern in his voice. I nodded my head and turned to face him, putting my hand on his shoulder with a reassuring smile.
"Scott, if I wasn't ok I would still be in the hospital back in New York." He sighed in relief and dropped his hand from my chin. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, showing that I was thankful for his concern. I heard John growl softly, I laughed inwardly and turn to face him with a smile.
"Aaaw is Johnny getting jealous because I kissed Scotty on the cheek and not you?" I said in a baby voice. Cold laughed as John rolled his eyes and focused on another WWE magazine he must have picked up while I was talking to Scott.
"Whatever Kris, if I want a kiss from you I'll get one." He mumbled as he flipped the page and pretended to read it.
The room fell into an awkward silence, the sound of whispers from the TV and water dripping took over in a heart beat. I tried to focus on the TV but had no luck because Colt kept poking at the bandages on my leg and it was starting to sting. I glared at Colt before slapping his arm hard enough to make him jump and stop what he was doing. He cleared his throat and pulled out his phone.
"So, I was thinking we could order in some pizza…play some video games….and party?" he stated waiting for someone to jump at the option. John looked up briefly and shrugged his shoulder in a sign of 'Whatever' I thought about it and smiled.
"Sure, but order the pizza from our place." I said, Colt nodded and dialed the number to a pizza place Him, Punk, and I always order from when we're down here.
After 5 long hours of listening to loud rap and rock music, dancing around and singing, pulling pranks on my neighbors, throwing popcorn at each other, playing a few round of Real Life Call of Duty, having random pillow fights, playing Call of Duty, Battlefield, and WWE games on my Xbox 360, playing a little Dr. Phil, finishing off 4 large pizzas and trying to stuff both John and Scott into some of my clothes (Which failed miserably because John ripped one of my favorite shirts and Scott broke a pair of my heels) Colt finally came to his senses check his phone for the time and called it quiets.
"Ok party people, I have to go." He said picking himself up from the couch were we were watching a movie on Netflix and heading towards the door. "Take care you guys, get well soon Kristal, and again sorry for breaking your heels with my fat ass feet." I laughed and waved good bye to him as he closed the door. I sighed happily and threw my legs on Johns lap.
"So Johanna," I said loudly getting his attention. "Since Scottlina left and apparently Kristian is still in the building; Whatcha wanna do?" John yawned loudly and carefully pushed my legs off of his lap before standing and stretching out.
"Hit the hay." He said grabbing my hands and standing me up too. "And you're going to bed too young lady." He picked up my crutches and handed them to me with a smile. I smirked and took them from him.
"Alright old man," I said making my way to my bed room. I heard John's foot steps behind me and stopped in front of the guest room.
"I am not old!" He said opening the door and stood in the door way.
"Yes you are." I said pushing my door open, throwing my crutches on the floor next to my dresser "You're 35 John, I'm 28….you're old."
John shook his head, "That's only a 7 year difference, and it's not gonna stop me from falling for you." He said closing the door, and locking it behind him. I stood in my door way for a while looking at Johns room with a smile.
"Maybe, just maybe…there is a chance I'll fall for him too." I thought as I stepped into my room. I turned around with a smirk
"RAPIST!" I yelled before closing my door, changing into my pajamas and proceeding with my first night back in Chicago.