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A/N: I'm starting to think I've lost my touch! C'mon, you guys! Where are the reviews? Sorry for the lack of updates, but I injured my hand at work and have been dealing with stupid ER docs. (sighs)

Chapter 10: Back to the Grind

"Liana, what's up, girl? I haven't seen you this out of it in since McDonalds started using white meat in their McNuggets!" Adela exclaimed the next day at work.

Liana looked up from her register. She and Adela were both cashiers at a local supermarket. It was a relatively slow day at the store, meaning there was a lot of conversation surrounding the two friends, mostly from their co-workers who had watched the show.

"What?" she croaked. She had lost her voice from all the yelling she'd done the night before.

"Nadia's talking to you, woman!"

Nadia grinned at Adela, then looked at Liana. "I felt so bad because I couldn't go, Li. But it looks like you made a new friend!" she said, cleaning her belt and scale.

Liana shrugged. "You don't know the half of it, Nadia," she said.

Adela giggled. "Yeah, girl, we went to Friday's and had some fun with the guys!"

Nadia's eyes went wide. "No way! You two went out with John Cena!"

"Not just John, but Randy Orton and Batista!" Liana said, her eyes shining. "I think Randy has a thing for Adela."

"Shut up, Li!" Adela said, turning her back as she had a customer.

"Is that true, Liana Banana?" Nadia asked.

Liana nodded, cringing slightly at the nickname. "Randy has a thing for her, but she won't give him the time of day. She thinks he's an inconsiderable prick."

"So what about you and John? I saw you on TV with him."

"I don't know, Nad. He's a famous wrestler, and the WWE champion to boot. What would he want with a cashier from Tunkhannock?" she asked, looking down at her uniform.

"Because he looks like he cares about you! Nadia and I both watched Raw!" a new voice joined Liana's and Nadia's.

"Oh, shush, Nicole!" Liana said. "With my bloody luck, it was just a one night thing."

"Do you honestly think that, Liana?" Adela asked, having finally finished with her customer. Liana nodded. "Then, if what you think is true, how come Dave called me this morning after he ate breakfast, only to tell me that Cena looked completely lovesick before he left for New York?" Adela challenged.

"Dave called you?" Liana asked.

Adela nodded. "That other guy called me while I was in the shower, but oh well."

Nadia and Nicole looked at Liana confused. "She means Randy," Liana explained. "The only one she felt comfortable with was Dave."

"Dave?" Nadia asked. "As in Bautista?"

Liana grinned. "Ah, yeah!"

"We had some fun with the three of them last night," Adela added.

"Uh-oh," Nicole said. "What did you do?"

"Karaoke night at Friday's!" the two friends said in unison.

"And I can only imagine what you two made those poor guys sing!" Nadia said.

"Cena sang 'As Long As You Love Me'," Adela said.

"We made Randy sing 'I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman," Liana said, making Nadia and Nicole collaspe in giggles.

"And we let Dave off easy, he got to sing 'Numb/Encore'," Adela finished.

"I made Adela sing Nick Carter's 'Help Me'!" Liana exclaimed.

"And Cena made you sing 'Rapper's Delight'!"

Nicole and Nadia laughed. "But, Liana can't rap!" Nadia said, wiping tears from her eyes.

"That was the point!" Adela said.

"Girls, a little less chat and a little more work, please," Anne, their supervisor said. "There are bags that could be stocked, the magazines are out of order, and those shelves could be pulled. Nadia, go to courtesy and cover for Alexis. She needs to take her break."

"We'll finish this later, okay?" Nadia said as she closed her lane and walked over to the courtesy desk.

"I'll take shelves," Nicole said, walking away.

"So, what do you want to do, Liana? Bags or magazines?" Adela asked.

"'Zines," Liana replied. "I haven't had a customer in 20 minutes. If one comes along, I'll take it."

Adela nodded and went off to restock bags, while Liana quickly put the magazines back in their place. "I wonder what he's doing right now," Liana thought, putting a copy of People in its rightful place.

Meanwhile in New York

"Hey, John! You ready for this signing?" Marc Predka, a.k.a. Trademarc, asked as he entered the room.

John just sat there, staring off into space. He'd spent a good chunk of his day so far thinking about Liana. He almost got hit by other cars on the way to the city several times because of the little brunette in Pennsylvania.

"John!" Marc exclaimed, shaking his cousin. John didn't even blink. "Hey!" he tried again, slapping the back of the wrestler's head.

"What the fuck?" John yelled, turning to see who hit him. "Oh, it's just you."

"Oh, ha ha, cuz. Very funny. What's with you, anyway?"

"Nothing," John lied, fixing his Chain Gang baseball cap.

"Dude, don't lie to me. We're family. Something's up..." he trailed off as he figured it out. "It has something to do with that girl from last night, doesn't it? I watched the show. I saw how you looked at her. C'mon, fess up."

"What? No, no, no." He looked at his cousin, who smirked. John sighed. He knew he really couldn't lie to his cousin. "Okay, it does."

"And what happened between you and Mystery Chick?"

"Her name's Liana, not Mystery Chick, bro. And nothing happened. Well, besides the fact that her and her friend embarassed the hell out of us when we went to a restaurant."

"Us?" Marc asked, confused.

"Randy and Dave," he replied.

He laughed a little. "So what did they do?"

"Karaoke."

"Dude, you don't do karaoke!"

"But they do. And they made me sing a freaking Backstreet Boys song!"

Marc shook his head and laughed. "Sorry, John, but you are no Backstreet Boy."

"Don't have to tell me twice, cuz." He checked his watch. "Homie, it's time to go in there."

"Just think of all the chicks we're gonna meet," Marc said, heading out.

"There's only one chick I want to see," John thought before joining his cousin.