"Uncle Dwayne!" I pleaded, stomping my foot at his latest announcement. We were in my dressing room.

"It's final, Natalie," He scolded, "Just sit down."

"Uncle Dwayne!" I repeated.

"Now, Natalie!" He commanded. I let my knees sink and I sat down on the couch in my dressing room. I began to think about the ways to get out of this.

"And don't think your getting out of this!"

I groaned, "But Uncle Dwayne, I-"

"I don't want to hear another word from you, young lady!" He said, in a I-would-listen-to-me-for-your-own-good tone.

I pouted, folding my arms and glaring at the floor. This usually worked when I was trying to get my own way with him.

"You pouting isn't going to work this time," He said as a knock came at the door.

"I got it," He said, as he saw me getting up. I sat back down as Cena came in.

"What's up, dude?" He said, giving my Uncle Dwayne a manish handshake. I rolled my eyes as he shot me a smirk.

"Nothing. Thanks for getting Natalie out of harm. Again," He said. I could have puked right then and there.

"I did it because it was right."

Cena was lying through his teeth! He didn't do it because it was right! He did it because he wanted to impress my uncle!

"So, your gonna protect her?"

"Like my championship belt."

I did my best not to snort from laughter.

My uncle HAD said "Either the bodygaurds or Cena."

I guess I shouldn't have told them to take the rest of the night off, and now I had to deal with Cena.

"Well, hey, the tour bus is leaving, in, like, five," Cena said.

"I'll bring your bags," My uncle Dwayne said.

I followed him out of the room as Cena went to his dressing room to get his bags. My uncle followed me on the bus as I picked a seat in the middle row. There were three seats, and I chose one in the middle so one person could sit by the aisle and one by the window. He put my bags in the space above the seats. I sat down as Cena came on the bus.

To my horror, my uncle waved Cena over and told him to sit next to me, by the aisle. NEXT TO ME. This was a SEVEN HOUR DRIVE, and I had to sit next to Cena the WHOLE WAY.

"I hate you," I hissed to Cena after my uncle left. Several other people had come onto the bus by now.

"I know, I'm just so awesome," Cena said, ignoring my insult. This made me mad, which I guess was his target.

"You are such a narcassist," I growled.

"I know."

He was deflecting my insults as if he knew what I was about to say. I frowned as Ashley, Maria and Mickey came on. Ashley sat next to me by the window, and Maria and Mickey sat in front of us, and Candice filled the empty seat next to them

Ashley sent me a questioning glance.

"I'll explain later," I whispered.

She nodded, and soon after the tour bus left. Cena soon was passed out, so I explained what had happened with me/Uncle Dwayne/Cena.

"Boy, does that suck," Ashley sympathized.

"I know," I whispered, realizing most people around us were around. In fact, we were the only ones awake, "If I hated him before, now I have to spend every Monday with him."

"You could try to get along with him," Ashley advised.

"Maybe..." I weighed if that was possible, "But I think that might be impossible. We are both just two hard headed to try to get along."

"Are you going to the meeting tommorow mourning?" She asked.

I groaned quietly, the meeting was at six a.m. I was just NOT a mourning person. Boy was I going to be a bitch.

"All of RAW is required to go, remember?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Boy, I can not WAIT to get up that early," I said sarcastically.

"Why are you not dressed properly?" Shane McMahon snapped as I came into the meeting room at 6:00 the next mourning.

I wore a pair of plaid pajama shorts and a black tank top.

"Because MOST people, Shane," I snapped, "Do not get up at five thirty to go to a meeting."

I took a seat inbetween Ashley and Candice, directly across from John. I rolled my eyes at his precence.

It was true; 100 percent of the people looked grumpy, but were just properly dressed for the meeting.

"Good job," Ashley, my hotelroomate said, "He won't say another word."

"About RAW Monday," Began the eldest McMahon child. I grinned at Ashley, "The tag team match with Cena and Natalie will be inter-gender."

"Meaning that I can fight Edge?" I snapped.

"That's what intergender means, Natalie," Cena said

"Shut up, Cena," I said, "I wasn't talking to you."

Oh yeah. Monday nights were going to be a LOT of fun from now on.