Chapter Seven: Truce or No?

A couple weeks later after I did a scene with my brother, I went back to my locker room with some food that I took from the catering area. As I finished up tieing my shoes, I took my sandwich in hand and started to eat it. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I said in a muffled voice.

It opened up and a pair of feet stepped in. And unfortunately for me, those feet belong to my personal stalker. I rolled my eyes at the sight of him. Freaking Cena.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" the West Newbury native requested.

I had my mouth full and wanted to say 'What is it John? Can't you see I'm busy?!' but I just nodded instead. I gave him the death glare while I was at it. (-Cue evil snicker-) He mouthed an 'okay' and sat down next to me.

"Look, I really hate fighting with you. It's like we're little kids and Randy's the mother." he said. Then he gave himself a weird look while he did; so did I. "Ooookay, may be that wasn't the best comparrison; considering how wrong Orton would look in a dress. But anyways, you get what I mean right?"

I couldn't speak again because I had taken another bite. I just nodded once more. I also wanted to say 'You're right, that would definitely not be a pretty sight...'

"I mean, why do we hate each other?" John asked.

I had taken yet another one from my sandwich. Damn, I only had two left of an excuse. Then from the side of my eye, I spotted him staring at me suspiciously.

"Are you not answering me because you don't want to? Or just because you have your mouth full?" he asked.

I swallowed the sandwich bite I had in my mouth. "Both."

"Well, my point is... I just wanted to start over and may be try being friends." John confessed.

I didn't respond. I just looked down at my feet and sighed. He patted me on the back. "Just think about it."

As he finished up talking, John exited my room'. Closing the door, I started to hit myself in the head with my palm. Jeez! Why the hell did he have guilt trip me! Not fair!!


For days on end, I had been avoiding John. I was too proud to admit that he was right. But I also was thinking about about what he said to me. I kept asking myself 'Is it the right thing to do? Or is Cena fucking with my head again?'. I couldn't be too gullible around him, but I knew I had to give him an answer.

Before the show, I headed to his locker room and knocked on the door.

"Just a few minutes!" John called from the other side. I was afraid to faced him, so I took out a slip of white paper and a pen from my bag and scribbled my answer on the note. When I was done, I tucked it under the door into his room and walked away.


-John's POV-

As I brushed my teeth, I came out of the bathroom and over to the door. There, I spotted a white sheet of paper on the floor. I picked it up and flipped it over.

In neat writing, I read the message. When it saw it, I smiled.

'Friends sounds good to me.'