Twin Disaster
Chapter 10: Working it out
Rianna refused to speak to her sister for the most part of their third week with John. She routinely ignored the two as Brittany forced herself upon John whenever she was around, so she mainly took to listening to her iPod and writing. John finally became so fed up with Rianna's silence he cornered her in the lobby of their hotel that Thursday.
"Ria! Wait up!" he called, grabbing her arm before she could react and pulling her into a corner.
She looked up at him with dull eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, her headphones resting around her neck, "Yes? "
"Why are you ignoring me know? I thought we already went through this?" he asked softly, taking her arms in his.
"John, I really don't feel like it right now," she sighed, pushing a strand of ebony hair out of her face.
John noticed how much more reclusive she was being as opposed to the previous week and sensed her social changes were taking a turn for the worst. He fished around for something to say and locked eyes with her.
"No, Ria, we have to work this out. I can't let you leave me and this company on bad terms. You need to talk to someone."
"Like a psychiatrist?" she snapped. "You're just like everybody else! How could I have been so stupid to fall for you? I'm doing just fine, John. Thanks a lot!" she growled and stomped away, readjusting her headphones over her ears and disappearing into the elevator.
"That's not what I meant," John muttered in frustration, but his thoughts were interrupted at the high-pitched greeting from Brittany as she bounded over to him.
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Rianna stormed into the hotel room she shared with John and Brittany fighting back tears. She slumped onto the couch and threw her iPod on the coffee table. She had no idea why she was suddenly this emotional, but she figured it had a lot to do with her mixed up feelings. A knock on the door interrupted her angry thoughts and she sighed wiping away the wetness from her face.
"Who is it?" she demanded, leaning against the door, not bothering to look through the peephole.
"It's Trish, Ria, open up," the Canadian blonde ordered on the other side.
Rianna took a claming deep breath and unlocked the door, opening it just enough to see Trish's face. "What do you want?"
"We need to talk," she muttered, concern written all over her face.
Rianna scoffed and leaned on the open door, "If John sent you, I'm not interested," she snapped moodily.
Trish slammed her hand on the door as Rianna went to close it and it swung back open, making Rianna jump. She stepped away from the door at the look on her friend's face and felt the tears well up in her eyes again.
"Listen Rianna, I know what you're going through right now, and I want to help. John had nothing to do with me coming to talk to you. I saw how update you were when you stomped away and I figured I'd be the good friend and come talk to you about it. Are you willing to accept that?" Trish demanded, her brown eyes flashing.
Rianna nodded and turned away from the door, resuming her seat on the couch. Trish followed her into the room and sat down next to her, drawing a small bag from her pocket.
"This might help too," she muttered, handing Ria tha bag.
"What is it?" she asked curiously, once again wiping the tears from her eyes and taking the bag.
"You'll see, open it," Trish smiled and watched as Rianna drew out a small carton of cookies n' cream ice cream.
A small smile graced the punk twin's lips and she flipped the top off and took a spoon full with the plastic spoon it came with. Trish laughed at her eagerness and drew her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them.
"So, you want to tell me what's wrong?"
Rianna though for a moment, a strand of ebony hair falling in her face. She concluded that it was not worth holding it in and rocketed into her explanation of what had happened during their day off. Trish listened intently, nodding with what Rianna was saying. She never interrupted, letting her get it all out before offering her advice.
"I really don't think John meant he wanted you to talk to a psychiatrist, Ria. I think he meant he wanted you to talk to him. He wants you to go back to him, he really cares about you," she started, addressing the most recent matter first.
"Well that's sure as hell not what it sounded like," Ria snapped, her hazel eyes watering once again. "And I can't stop fucking crying!"
Trish smiled and tucked a strand of ebony hair behind Rianna's ear, "Just relax, take a deep breath. Stop thinking about what everyone else wants and focus on you. Do you want to be with John?"
"Yes."
"Then stop ignoring him and talk. Tell him what you think he should do and tell Brittany what's bothering you. It will work itself out in the end, I promise."
Rianna nodded, taking another spoonful of ice cream as the thoughts raced through her head. She pictured Her with John in his backyard. The look in his eyes when he told her he wanted to be with her. She thought of how much she cared for him herself and how good it felt to kiss him. She smiled at that thought and stirred her ice cream, trying to hide her red cheeks.
"I saw that!" Trish laughed as Rianna hid her face behind her hair. "You blushed!"
"No, stop," she smiled sheepishly, "I was thinking about something."
Trish grinned proudly, "You want him, don't you?"
"What? No!"
"Yes you do!" Trish laughed. "Go find him and tell him how you feel. I bet he'll grovel at your feet when you talk to him! Go!"
"Trish, no, what about Brittany? She won't let me within two feet of him anymore," Rianna groaned.
The smile on Trish's face faded and she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. "I'll keep her busy, you just go talk to John and tell him to stop being Mr. Nice-Guy and tell Brittany to fuck off!"
Rianna smiled and nodded a new determination filling her. She thanked Trish, hugging her quickly before grabbing her iPod and leaving the room.
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"Hey, John!" Ria called after John as he made his way toward the elevator to go to the hotel gym.
He turned at the sound of his name and smiled at the sight of Rianna. He stopped and waited for her to catch up, studying her thin frame as she approached. Although she was clad in her big Slipknot sweatshirt, her legs were still shown off in the red and black plaid capris she was wearing.
"Ria, listen, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, I didn't mean it that way—" John started but she cut him off with a kiss so full of feeling it took his breath away.
When they parted Ria was the first to speak. Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment, but it only made John smile.
"I know you didn't mean what you said. I was just in a bad mood because of all this shit I've been going through. I'm sorry for taking my anger out on you," she started. "We really need to talk though, are you free?"
John glanced around the empty hall and nodded, pushing Rianna into the opening elevator, making sure they were alone.
"To be honest, I told Brittany I was going to the gym just so she'd hop off for a bit. I already worked out though," he chuckled, pressing the stop button so the car stopped moving. "What's on your mind?"
"John, you know I really care about you and I really want to be with you, but Brittany is going to purposefully drive a wedge between us whenever she gets the chance," Rianna started, not looking into his blue eyes.
"What are you getting at?"
"I think you should just tell her to fuck off," she said quickly, keeping her eyes on the floor.
John laughed and pulled her into a hug, massaging her back soothingly, "Ria, don't you think I've already tried? No matter how much I tell her to go away or find something to do without me, she always seems to find me. I can't shake her anymore than you can."
"That's not what I see when you two are together. I see you letting her fawn all over you like a sick puppy. You need to stop being Mr. Nice-Guy and shove her off. I know I may sound selfish, but you were the first person to see past my different style and loud music. You were the first guy to see the real me and I want to keep that mine."
John nodded and smiled, kissing the top of Rianna's head to show his understanding. Rianna reached out to press the button to restart the elevator but John stopped her. She looked up at him curiously, not sure what to expect.
"Wait, I want to savor a couple more second of being Brittany free, this is so nice," he chuckled, letting her hand go.
She nodded and backed away from him, pressing the gym floor button before pressing the button make the elevator restart. She kept her back to John as the car stopped and let them out at the gym entrance. She could feel his eyes on her back as she stepped from the elevator.
"Ria, I'll talk to her as soon as I find her, I promise," he muttered, his breath hot on her ear.
Rianna nodded and watched him swing open the door and walk into the gym. "Hopefully this will be the start of something new."
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Sorry we haven't updated this story in centuries. We had a major writers block for quite a while and I (JohnCenaForever16) have been bombarded with school work and what not. But today I was browsing through my stories and I stumbled upon the half written chapter that I couldn't finish and had a brilliant stroke of brilliance lol. And well, I finished the impossible chapter! Hopefully it won't take so long to update now that I have climbed over the barrier in a sense. We will most definitely try our hardest to keep this story going from now own.
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JohnCenaForever16 and Mini Trish
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