Another new chapter of Always the Best Friend for your enjoyment! I actually cried myself while writing the last few parts of this chapter. I was so happy with the feedback I got for the last chapter. It goes to show that a little push in the right direction and results will follow. I got 12 amazing reviews for chapter 13, thanks to those who reviewed!!! I really appreciate it, keep it up guys! And as always, if you guys really are liking it, feedback is the best way to let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own John Cena or Randy Orton (Damnit) Or anything affiliated with the WWE. Vince owns all, superstars own them selves. I own the OC's and the ideas. Sue me and you will get a hair brush and a fan.
Song Credits: - Honeymoon's Over by State of Shock -- If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears
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-A shoebox filled with memories, a bedroom trashed.. all that we used to be-
Breaks are always short lived in the World Wrestling Entertainment community. Not only are the Superstars pressed for time, the creative department also feels the pressure of upper management. Laleia stared at a half blank Word document, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Her assignment was to make a brand new Diva's storyline that was outside the title hunt. She raked a hand back through her chocolate mane and blew out a breath. She couldn't think of anything and it was bothering her. Shaking her head, she saved the file and closed her laptop.
"I need inspiration.." Laleia murmured. She stood up and walked to the door and opened it. She screamed and jumped back as it pushed back forcibly when she'd turned the knob.
"Holy shit Beth, there is a thing called knocking!" Laleia spat. Beth paced slightly. Laleia raised a brow at her best friend. She looked like she was about to have an anxiety attack.
"You're pacing like an uneasy lion, what's the matter?" Laleia asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. Beth pulled away and continued to pace.
"I'm trying to figure out how to tell you something.." She whispered, finally stopping.
"Tell me what?" Laleia was more confused than ever. Beth fidgeted with her cell phone in her hand. She let out a shaky breath and shook out her shoulders to ease her own tension.
"Something, you're not going to be happy about." Beth replied. Laleia swallowed softly.
"Are you here to fire me.." Laleia bit her lip. She hadn't finished the storyline, but she never thought it was that big of a deal.
"What? Oh God no, nothing like that!" Laleia sighed in relief.
"Well it can't be that bad then."
"Oh trust me," Beth opened her cell phone and pressed buttons, "it can."
"Now I'm completely lost. Elizabeth Carolan, you tell me what's going on and you tell me now." Laleia demanded gravely. Beth met her friend's steady gaze.
"You, might want to sit down." Beth suggested nervously. Laleia felt behind her and sat on the chair she grazed her hand over. Beth held out her cell phone.
"Don't shoot the messenger," Beth watched Laleia's expression carefully, "this was sent to me and the rest of the Divas.
Laleia didn't respond. She didn't have words to say to respond to this. Her eyes were locked on the middle of the picture, the focus. The caption said it all, but she still couldn't believe her eyes. Their lips were touching. They looked overjoyed. They looked like the other was the only other person in the world. They didn't care about her.
He didn't care anymore.
"Who... sent this.." Laleia squeaked out. Beth sighed.
"Jillian Hall."
"When.." Laleia's stare bore holes into Beth's face. Beth gulped.
"Two days ago." Laleia's heart tore into pieces. It wasn't Beth who she was upset at, it was her supposed best friend. He hadn't called her in weeks. She had to find about this relationship from someone else.
"That fucking PRICK." She seethed. Beth's eyes widened and she back away.
"Laleia, don't do something stupid now." Beth cautioned her. Laleia stomped to her desk and opened her laptop. She typed something, saved it then shut the laptop abruptly.
"What was that about?" Beth questioned. Laleia's snarl was down right scary.
"Let's just say, Jillian Hall's singing career is going to be cut short in a terrible way..." Beth's eyes widened. She'd never seen her friend in such a state before.
She also feared for anyone who dared to get on Laleia's bad side today.
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--All of the boys, and all of the girls, are begging to If You Seek Amy--
"You're such a fool." John chuckled and kissed his girlfriend's forehead after she spoke. His insides went insane when he thought about that phrase in his head.
His Girlfriend.
It finally meant something to him for the first time in a long time. This was one he wanted to make work. She was no flavour of the week. This was the real deal.
"Your fool." He replied. Ashley's face lit up in a brilliant grin. John's knees shook for a moment.
"So, what does my fool have on his agenda today?" She laced her hand in his, leaning into his side as they walked through the halls.
"Just a promo to film soon, no big deal." John brought her hand to his lips. Ashley giggled, causing him to smile against her hand.
"Well, I have another meeting with the boss lady." She said, kissing his cheek. John released her hand reluctantly.
"Only if you must." John said with a chuckle. Ashley tiptoed to him and brushed her lips over his softly. Both smiled against each other's lips.
"I'll find you when I'm finished." She said after the kiss was broken. John smiled reassuringly at her.
"Good luck." He encouraged. Ashley grinned at him and turned, her red hair flying over her shoulder as she walked in the opposite direction. A goofy grin made itself known on John's handsome features. He sighed happily and turned around. He began to walk down the hall when he heard a click-clack behind him coming so fast, it sounded almost like a machine gun. His stomach flopped as his favorite brunette turned the corner full tilt. And she did not look happy.
"Ley, hi!" He said, cheerily. Laleia planted herself in front of him. John's smile immediately faded. It was him who she was unhappy with. He was in shit, and he knew it. He should have called her when Ashley told him to.
"Long time no fucking speak." John winced. Oh yes, she was livid.
"I've been busy." He replied softly. Laleia swallowed hard and continued to stare him down.
"I'm sure you have." She snapped. John tried to put on a smile for her.
"I missed you, Ley." He said. Her eyebrows pulled together.
"Where's your girlfriend.." John's breath caught in his throat.
"Oh.." He muttered. Laleia's eyes widened angrily.
"Oh," She walked up to him, "I don't speak to you for weeks, find out you have a new girlfriend from a Diva, and all you have to say for yourself is 'oh'?"
"Oh get off it Laleia." John spat back. Laleia took a step back.
"I have a right to be pissed!"
"What right do you have that I don't have," John took a step towards her, "I never saw you try to contact me either. You've never been one to not know how to dial a fucking phone!"
"This is not about me right now, John." She glared at him. John rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air.
"Of course it's not, do go on." Laleia frowned at his tone. This was unlike him.
"I'm your best friend John, I should've been the first to know, not informed by a picture two days after the fact!" Laleia yelled at him. Crew members and wrestlers began to glance in their direction. John licked his lips.
"Well maybe you don't need to be the first to know every fucking detail of my damn life." John growled. Laleia's throat tightened. She took a step back as tears stung the back of her eyes. Her heart sank into her stomach. John just didn't talk like that to her. He never would use that tone with her. He always had told everything before anyone else.
"What happened to us?" She squeaked out. John's eyes began to soften and he looked away.
"We'll talk about this later," John began to walk by her, "You're making a damn scene." Laleia's breath was constricted in her chest. She wrapped her arms around herself as her whole body began to seize up while she watched his retreating form. The audience that had gathered diverged and began to taper off. Laleia was left frozen in place, shocked at the complete 180 of her best friend. Her caring and compassionate J, replaced with a cold, unfeeling John Cena. She tried to breathe, but couldn't. Her air burst from her lungs as a pair of strong arms looped around her waist.
"Let me get you out of here, baby." Randy's smooth voice curled into her ear. Laleia's stance began to go lax and she turned to him.
"You saw that, huh?" Randy nodded and kissed her nose.
"Do you need anything?" He stroked her face affectionately, concern reflected in his ice blue eyes. Laleia's heart began to speed up. Her thought processes, clouded by feelings of betrayal, compelled her to act. It was clear, only one thing could fix things right now. Laleia rested her hands on his chest. She smiled in a vixen like manner.
"I need you to make me forget John Cena. Tonight."
And if you didn't catch it, there is a cryptic (SMUTTY) message in the title of the Britney Spears song.
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