HARK! WHO GOES THERE?! Could it be Kristen and Katy? With an update of Some Hearts? BAH GAWD!! It is:-D Okay so we both wanted to live to see 18. looks at Krista and the muse is slowly working it's way back. I got some ideas recently and Kristen liked them so...we'll see what happens! Enjoy!
Once Lilian got backstage, she was expecting to see John. And although she did see him, it was Lisa who got to her first.
"Oh, Lil, I am so sorry! Are you okay? I got so much adrenaline through me I couldn't stop and try to be gentler."
Lilian smiled. "I'm fine, Lisa! You were plenty gentle, and if we have to do this again, you really don't have to hold back with me."
The raven haired diva sighed with relief. "Okay, but you're sure you're alright?"
The blonde laughed. "Yes, now go before I beat you up too!"
"Now Lilian, you're not going to be beating anyone up after that segment tonight."
Lilian rolled her eyes, though she was unable to keep the smile from her face. "Like you have any room to talk, need I remind you how many matches you were in tonight?"
"But I'm trained for it, so it's different." He stepped closer to give her a hug but the blonde playfully held her hands out to stop him. "What?"
"Not until you shower. You had to touch him...I might catch something from touching you." She crinkled her nose playfully.
"You're horrible!" he exclaimed between laughs.
The blonde shrugged, an innocent smile on her face. "At least I'm STD free!"
"Are you? If memory serves me correct I believe you couldn't do the normal things couples can do in bed because you always had to be on, oh, I'm not really sure. You didn't finish your sentence. And let's not forget the pillow talk you and Charlie had," he joked.
"Hey!" She slapped his arm and narrowed her eyes. "They're very clean, nice smelling men. He, however, isn't."
And as if Kevin Federline had radar as to when someone was speaking about him, he waltzed right up to them. "Hey Cena, nice stuff out there tonight man." He shook hands with John and then turned to Lilian, giving her the once over. "And you, well…" He smirked. "I'm glad you were wearing that skirt tonight when Victoria flipped you."
Lilian stepped back, looking disgusted. Before she had a chance to say anything, John stepped in front of her. "Excuse me?"
"I'm just sayin' man, your girl has got it goin' on!"
Before John could say anything else, Lilian grabbed hold of his arm. She sent a glare in the other man's direction. "As much as I would love to see him kick your ass, we have things to do. I'd say go back to your girl, but..." She smirked, tilting her head to the side. "I think she left you."
She took John's hand, brushing past Kevin, all the while singing Pink's "You + Ur Hand" as they walked past him.
John snickered wrapping an arm around the small blonde's waist. "I should have let you kick his ass..."
"Not unless you were giving me something to beat him with!"
"You wouldn't have needed anything, baby!"
She grinned. "Yeah, you're right."
He chuckled and stopped as they reached his locker room. "I'm just glad he won't be back anymore."
Lilian cringed. "Not as far as we know anyway."
"Don't remind me! But surely Vince is done, plus he's …let's stop talking about him."
"Okay!"
The two made their way back to their locker room in a peaceful silence. Lilian settled down on the sofa as John got his stuff together.
"Hey Lil?"
"Yeah?" She asked, a brow already arched from the tone of his voice.
"Ah it's nothing really, I was just thinking about you on your knees out there."
Her jaw dropped. "Excuse me, but I wasn't the only one on my knees tonight."
He shrugged. "That may be so, but you're the only one that'll be remembered for it." He smiled at her and continued to pack his things.
Lilian scoffed. "You are so mean to me! I was trying to get to safety!"
"Sure you were, you just keep telling yourself that."
Pouting, she picked up a half drunken bottle of Gatorade and threw it at his head. She smiled when it solidly connected.
"And yet I'm the abusive one!"
She couldn't help but smirk as she mimicked him, "No, but you're the only one that'll be remembered for it."
"You know, it's not nice to pick on someone whose ego has been greatly damaged already." He sighed playfully, ducking his head so that she couldn't see the smirk on his face.
"Johnathon," she murmured sternly. "Knock it off."
"But Mom..."
"Nope. Keep it up and you'll get no bedtime...story, tonight."
"No story?" he asked, zipping up his bag.
She shook her head and stood with her back to him. "Let's go."
"Do I still get a bath time?"
"That depends on how the car ride goes to the hotel."
"But Lilian! I can't go to bed stinking, and nobody can wash me like you can."
She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her smile. "You know, you're not the first person who has told me that recently..." she quipped before shuffling out of the room.
John's draw dropped, quickly rushing after her. "What's that mean?!"
Turning back to face him, Lilian laughed. "What do you think it means?"
"Who?"
"Huh?"
He cocked his head to the side. "Quien?"
"Ah no se."
"What?"
"Que?"
"Lilian!"
"John!"
He sighed and picked his bags up again. "Hmpfh!"
"Oh hush it," she teased, shoving him outside to the parking garage.
"So I was thinking, since we don't have a show until Sunday, I think we should just spend the rest of the week at your house down here," Lilian said once they were getting ready for bed.
He smiled, plopping down on the bed. "That sounds great!"
"I figured you'd say that. You would take any excuse to see me in a bikini." She poked his ribs and sat next to him.
"Now, that's not true. I'm just trying to think reasonably. By the way Ms. Garcia, don't you think it's about time you start referring to it as 'our' house?"
She smiled softly. "I suppose you're right about that. Though, does this mean I get to redecorate?"
"We're not having a pink room...or a boot room!"
"But John!"
"But nothing, Lily!"
"Where am I supposed to put all of my beautiful boots?"
"Possibly in our house in Massachusetts?" he offered.
"Well, yeah, but…we're down here too! I can't have all my clothes in one place! That's just impossible," she argued.
"Duh," he said, tickling her. "You have so many clothes and boots that I don't think they would all fit in one specific place."
She giggled and put her hands around his arm. "Just let me bring in a couple pairs!"
"How many is 'a couple' in Lilian language?"
She turned her head, coughing, "15."
"Excuse me?" he asked, pulling her to face him.
She grinned innocently.
"Care to repeat that?"
"Not really..." She pouted up at him. "John, can we go to bed now?"
"Not till I get an answer!"
"But I'm tired..."
He chuckled, arching a brow. "It's still early for us, Lilian."
"So? I'm still tired! It was a long night!" She batted her lashes, doing her best to make him forget the other question.
He frowned and pulled her into his lap. "Well, okay. I guess I'll just have to go along with that Pink song you sang to Kevin earlier." He faked a sniffle and ran his hands up and down her arms.
Lilian sighed. "John, don't act like that! I hate when you get all depressed and emo on me."
"Well…"
"Well what?" she asked eagerly.
"I guess there could be something you can do to make me feel better."
She half smiled. "What's that?"
"Tell me how many boots you need to bring to Florida!" he answered, laughing.
She laughed softly before quickly shaking her head. "I can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because…you wouldn't let me bring that many!" She quickly jumped off of his lap before he could reply.
John groaned. "Is it really that many, Garcia?"
"Well...how many would count as that many?"
"More than 5?"
Lilian laughed, batting her lashes.
"Oh my God, Lil, do you even know how many you have?"
"Uhm, no," she said bluntly.
He shook his head. "Tell ya what, you can bring as many as you want as long as they'll fit in one suitcase and we only have to make one trip to get them."
She grinned and jumped up and down. "Really?! I can bring an entire suitcase full of boots?!" She ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "This means I can buy some more for the empty space I'll have!"
"What have I gotten myself into?"
"Nothing bad of course. Well okay, nothing too bad." She leaned up giving him a quick kiss. "It just means more shopping for us!"
He groaned softly. "Why do I have to come?"
"Because I need someone's opinion and you're the only honest one I know."
"Is this just an excuse for you to kick my ass?"
"John, I'm hurt. Why would you think such things?"
He arched a brow, unable to stop the smirk from spreading across his face. "Because I know how you are."
"But you know that every time we shop I always let you pick out something for me to wear too. Then again, the outfit never usually lasts more than five minutes once I put it on, but that's another story."
"It isn't my fault that I have such great taste in what looks good on you."
She shrugged and rested her head on his shoulder. "This is true, this is very true."
"Of course it is! I am always right." Lifting her up, he lay her down on the bed and laid on his side next to her.
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Here we go again!"
"Care to get your mind out of the gutter, Lilian?"
She gasped. "Why does it always come back on me?"
"Because I'm clearly the smarter one?" He rolled away from her, quickly shielding himself.
"You big jerk!" She grabbed the pillow whacking him upside the head. "I really don't know what I ever saw in you!"
"Do we really need to go through this again? Because if we do, we're going to be up all night!"
"Oh honey, nothing is going to be up tonight."
John stared at her, open mouthed. "I know you did not just say that!"
She smirked. "And what if I did?"
"I don't know, are you questioning my ability to perform on a nightly basis?"
"I don't know, are you trying to get in my pants on a nightly basis?"
John narrowed his eyes at her, and she mocked him just the same. "Stop it!"
"Stop it!"
"You're acting like you're 12!"
"You're acting like you're 12!"
"My name's Lilian and I'm a big dork."
"My name's Lilian and I'm a big dork...Oooh I hate you, I really do!"
"Ooh I hate you, I really do!"
"JOHN!!!"
"JOHN!!!"
She smirked. "Better enjoy it, because that's the last time you'll be hearing me say that in a long time!" To emphasize her statement, she turned her back to him and pulled the blankets up over her.
"That isn't true! You can't go more than 48 hours without saying my name, and I don't mean for when you want me to get you something," he replied arrogantly.
In response, Lilian began to snore loudly, muffling out his last few words.
John poked her and started talking again.
"I'm not listening, I'm not listening, I'm not listening," she repeated, covering her ears and blocking out his voice.
"Lilian!" He grabbed her arm, trying to pry it away from her ear. "Fine, I guess I won't tell you what I had planned for tomorrow when we get home."
She smirked. "Ooh Jon...Secada!" She snickered, sighing happily.
John scowled, tickling her sides. "Lilian...come on!"
"Lalala." She playfully slapped his hands away. "Get off!"
He groaned and bit his lip to stop the quick reply that was coming.
"My God, you're such a perv!"
"No I'm not...well, I am but it's your fault."
"I made you a perv...do explain how."
"Maybe I'd rather show you," he answered, grinning.
She looked at him with a sly grin. "What if I don't want you to show me?"
"What if I said: too damn bad?"
There was a long pause, and then Lilian finally answered, "Then I'd say you better show me like I'd show off a new pair of Prada boots."