Hello my furry chipmunk friends! Whoa, didn't know people cared so much about Johnny leaving. Well… Cenationxprincess and I had a loooong chat about ideas and stuff, so… I'd like to thank her. She's is absolutely amazing! I love her!
So, lots of these ideas are hers. I won't note each one, but just saying, lots – and by lots, I mean LOTS – are hers. Oh, and I've never been on a plane before, so don't judge me…
Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 10: It's A Mess
"I can't believe that dickhead actually left!" Ashley exclaimed as the watched the plane take off from the bus window.
"Well, he had to leave at some point. With Mackenzi, and all this drama, he couldn't take care of a kid and be living on the road for that long," Jeff explained, "Mackenzi needed some attention too. And that's what she's getting by John leaving."
"Which is something she never had before," Torrie added.
Jeff nodded in agreement.
Through all this time, a one Mr. Randal Keith Orton hadn't said a single word. He was too mad at John. No one knew exactly why, they knew bits and pieces, but Randy hadn't told the whole story to anybody. Vince soon came back onto the bus and dropped a journal in Randy's lap.
Randy looked up at his boss with a questioning face. "Oh, so you're not talking now? Great, ok – anyway, everyone agreed you should have a journal. Write the whole story in there and lock it with this," Vince also threw a small lock and two keys on top of the journal.
"Great, you want me to have a diary? What the fuck?" Randy groaned.
"Do it or you'll be fired," Vince offered a smile before going into the front to start driving again.
Randy sighed and grabbed the book before going into the bathroom of the bus. He sat on the toilet and opened the book.
FUCK! Ok, I don't know who the hell is going to be reading this thing, but I have been ordered to write in it. If I said the reason, it'd be like I was talking to a person, which is weird because you're just a damn piece of paper. So… anyway, I am only writing in this for my damn job and if anybody has a problem with that they're going to halfta deal with me and… my best… friend.
Wait, I don't have one anymore. Whatever, I don't need one. I can beat someone up myself. Fuck, do you know what song just came into my head? Shakin' Hands by Nickelback… weird, right? Wait, why the fuck am I talking to you? Ok, never-freaking-mind. Ok, so… Vince told me to write the "story" so; I guess I'll start…
Starting off, John is complaining about how his little girl is annoying, while my little girl has cancer. He should be happy his girl is healthy and fine and everything, while mine is close to dying. She could die from this and John's daughter is all happy-go-lucky in her own fucking world.
John should learn to appreciate his stuff more. His life is perfect… fucking perfect, while mine's falling apart while we speak…
~*- Fallen Superstar -*~
"Daddy, are going to miss Uncle Randy?" Mackenzi asked me as we got our drinks from the flight attendant.
I bit my lip before responding, "I guess so, why do you ask?" I questioned as I spread a blanket over her.
"You seemed mad at him before we left," she replied and grabbed her teddy bear and placed it in her lap. "Am I ever gonna see him again?"
"Oh honey, I hope so," I mumbled before turning to her, "How about me and you watch a movie on my labtop?"
"Sure!" Mackenzi grinned.
"Ok, what movie do you want to watch?" I asked while taking out my labtop.
"Princess Movie!" Mackenzi exclaimed.
"Haha," I grinned then frowned, "No! I only have… I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, Big Daddy, Dude! Where's My Car?, and Killers…" I trailed off realizing these movies weren't appropriate for her, "Fottuto cazzo…"
"What's wrong daddy?" Mackenzi asked me.
"These movies aren't appropriate for your age," I told her.
"Well… there's a little boy in dis one, Adam Sandler in this one, and Ashton Kutcher is in these two… I like them," Mackenzi assured me.
"Do you now? What is this one about then?" I held up Dude! Where's My Car? to her and she studied it for a minute.
"Hey, is that Seann Willam Scott?" She questioned, saying his name wrong in the process.
"Don't try and change the subject," I ordered and repeated, "What's it about?"
"Well… Jesse and Chester get wasted, they have a lifetime supply of pudding, Jesse and Chester walk outside and Jesse says 'Dude! Where's My Car?' because he has no idea where it is so they go to ask if these people will drive them and they both get hit by the cars, and Jesse goes through the windshield of one. Later they're at a Chinese Food place and Jesse destroys the machine thingy because the lady keeps saying 'And Then! And Then' and Jesse gets mad and they drive away after. Then the dude kicks the two out of his car and –"
I stopped Mackenzi from talking any further by holding up my hand, "I got it. What about… this one?" I held up Chuck and Larry to her.
"Kevin James and Adam Sandler pretend to be gay, simple as that," Mackenzi noted and gave me a challenging glare.
"Ok, Big Daddy?" I inquired while holding that one up.
"Dylan and Cole Spwouse share the roll of Julian – or Frankenstein – in the movie. He is dropped off at Sonny's and Kevin's house and Sonny takes care of him while Kevin is in China. Then Sonny realizes he loves him and he considers him his son, but then Sonny is caught by the… adoption agency guy he has to hand over Julian or be arrested for pretending to be Kevin, then Sonny goes to Layla and claims he needs to get him and –"
"Ok, I get it, you know the movies. What about Killers?" I finally asked.
"I don't know, I haven't seen that one," Mackenzi replied and sat back, "Do you have Winnie da Pooh?"
"I told you I only have those four, oh and Daddy Day Care…"
"Oh, I wanna watch that one! I love dat movie! Please daddy!" Mackenzi pleaded with her puppy – sorry my – puppy dog eyes!
"Fine," I sighed and popped it into my labtop and waited for it to load. I put the labtop on Mackenzi's tray and pulled up my bag that I kept the labtop and a few other things in, like my cell phone.
I saw that there was wireless internet, which was pretty cool. I went to message box because I had 3 messages.
The first was from Ashley:
U R a dickhead.
I raised my eyebrows and replied,
I luv u too…
I went to the next one, which was from Jeff.
Randy is writin in a journal! Haha! How's the flight so far?
Hmm, at least one person cares about me…
Ha, I laugh! It's alright, Kenz is makin' me watch DDC, but it's all cool! :)
I went to the last message and saw it was from Torrie. I grinned to myself and opened the message.
Everybody already misses u so much! Adam is weepin' n the couch, Ashley keeps on swearin', and Randy's writin' in a journal! It's a mess without you! And Jeff… let's just say he's becomin smart… and so is Shawn…
I scoffed. Jeff and Shawn becoming smart? Not likely…
When u say everybody, does that include you? Mackenzi misses everyone too; she was talking about u guys for the first half hour… I couldn't take it anymore, so we're watchin' DDC…
I put my phone in my pocket and used the pad of the labtop to press play to play to movie. Mackenzi looked at me before it began playing and asked me quietly, "Did you leave because of me?"
I was speechless. I couldn't tell her yes, that would make her feel… horrible! I didn't want to hurt her any more than she already was. "… Well, not exactly. I needed a break from the WWE, and every one wasn't… that happy about it."
"And you left because of me, right?" Mackenzi questioned.
"Mackenzi," I whispered, "I didn't leave because of you… I left because I had to."
"And you had to because of me," Mackenzi mumbled.
"Mackenzi! Please stop saying that," I told her.
A person walked up to us and I looked up. "Uh, hi," I greeted with a weird look.
"Sorry to bother you, but can I get your autograph?" The young boy asked.
"Uh, sure," I grabbed his piece of paper and scribbled my name on it. "There you go," I offered him a smile and he returned it.
"Thank you," he told me. He looked no older than ten years old. He looked at Mackenzi and smiled at her, "Is she yours?"
I nodded, "Yupperoo! My pride and joy," I grinned.
"She looks just like you," the boy told me.
"So I've been told," I replied.
"Well, see ya."
"Bye!" I gave him a perky smile and looked at Mackenzi.
She looked at me questioningly, "Who was that?" She inquired.
"I don't know," I notified and sat back. "Watch the movie, Kenzi."
I got onto Twitter and tweeted:
JohnCena: On an air-o-plane! Mini Cena is annoying the crap outta me… any suggestions?
I got a lot of replies back within seconds and I went through each one of them, raising my eyebrows at some and nodding to others. One girl asked me who Mini Cena was, so I decided to reply.
JohnCena: (at) RanDoM_NamE my beautiful and wonderful daughter! :)
I put new phone on the tray and took a sip of my water bottle. Mackenzi was watching Daddy Day Car, but she decided to fall asleep. I turned off the movie and shut down my labtop. I took Mackenzi's teddy bear from her arms and looked it over. It had her name stitched onto it and it was a very beautiful bear.
If Amanda hated Mackenzi so much, why did she buy her all these nice things? I just didn't get it…
~*- Fallen Superstar -*~
"Can somebody tell me why I keep listening to Eminem? I don't even like him," Melina narrowed her eyes and took JoMo's headphones out of her ears.
"You're missing John, sweetie," JoMo told her.
Melina made a disgusted face. "Well, that's a shame…"
JoMo cracked a smile and looked over at the bathroom. "Is he still in there? He's been in there for like, an hour now!" He exclaimed.
Torrie sighed and stood up. She walked over to the bathroom, opened the door, slipped inside and closed it after her. She sat down on the side of the small tub and looked at Randy who was still writing. "Randy, are you ever going to come out?"
"No, this is making me feel better. You know, I should have an anger journal or something," Randy nodded and began writing again.
"Randy, you can't do this for the rest of your life. Everybody needs a freak out at one point," Torrie notified.
"Yeah, well, I have freak outs ever day… This is good for me Torrie, and we all know it," Randy pointed out and handed his book to Torrie. "Wanna read it?"
"I don't think I do," Torrie replied nervously.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad," Randy assured her.
Torrie grabbed the book and flipped to the first page. "Randy, the first word is fuck in big capital letters," she declared and threw the book at him.
"It gets better as you go, and you'll figure out why I'm so mad at John," he taunted, wiggling the book in front of her face.
Torrie folded her arms over her chest, trying to keep her hands from reaching the book. She looked away, trying not to see the book; it would just make her more interested. "Gimme!" Torrie shouted and snatched the book. She walked out of the bathroom, sat down on the couch and began reading, not even noticing Randy had come out of the bathroom as well.
Torrie sat there reading on while everyone talked about the new Big Brother premiering that night. (A/N. Fuck yeah! I can't waiiiitt! :D Sorry…)
"Well, I can't wait!" Ashley exclaimed.
"I can," Shawn mumbled at the same time Jeff did.
Ashley got a text from John and read it out, "John says he's gonna be home in time to watch it, and he says he'll try this season out, but he doesn't know if he'll like it too much…"
"John never likes Big Brother!" Randy exclaimed.
Everyone turned to Randy. He hadn't spoken of the four-named devil since… I don't know, the day before. It's confusing right now! But yeah, the point was, Randy Orton had spoken of John Cena in the first time in what seemed like forever.
"What?" Randy questioned hesitantly before taking a sip of milk from the carton.
"Ha, Christian did that a few days ago," Adam laughed.
"Are you kidding me? I took a sip of that yesterday!" Melina whined, making JoMo laugh at his girlfriend.
I know, this chapter kind of sucked. It was a complete mess without having John on the bus, it was so confusing! Anyway, the reason that this took so long was because I was busy with my other story and I wrote a new story called The Celebrity House. Please, please, check it out! I would mean a lot! And remember, review! :)
-Koda