Yay for Randy :) Like you, I'm also glad he's back! I got too excited so, here's an early chapter!

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Song Credits: -Split Screen Sadness and Perfectly Lonely by John Mayer

ENJOY!

-And I know it was me who called it over, but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day.. Don't let me get away-

The New England air was crisp as Raw's production trucks rolled into Providence, Rhode Island. It was the night after the Royal Rumble and Laleia was driving from Boston to Rhode Island to see Randy. They had spent the past 4 weeks in constant contact. Whether it was by phone, text, IM or in person, it was rare that they were not speaking to each other when they had spare time.

Laleia tapped her hands on the steering wheel of her 2009 Hyundai Elantra as her iPod's 90's Playlist blared through her speaker. She and Randy's relationship had blossomed fast within the past month; almost to the level of their first time around. Laleia could confidently say she was in love with this man.

"Right turn, 1.25 miles ahead."

Turning down her music, Laleia concentrated on the directions being shouted from her GPS. As happy as she was to visit Randy, she was not happy about the conversation she was about to have. By Randy's request, their relationship was being kept very quiet and private. The only people who knew about Randy and Laleia were Randy and Laleia. It was extremely difficult, but they made it work. Making another right turn, Laleia pulled into the Dunkin' Doughnuts Arena slowly. Parking behind one of the production trucks in the back of the arena, Laleia took in an uneasy breath.

"Time to face the music.."

Maneuvering her way around backstage, she didn't bother to visit her friends. She was on a mission and did not have time for distractions. Pushing past two sets of two-way doors, Laleia hesitated before a dark, Mahogany door that stood in between her and her mission. As she pushed through the door she peeked around and was surprised at herself.

Upon seeing John standing there, she had no reaction. Her heartbeat didn't increase, her knees didn't go weak, and her stomach didn't flip. Even as his ever-charming, crooked grin adorned his lips, Laleia did not feel any different than she had before she entered his locker room. Her uneasiness increased at the fact that for this first time in over 10 years, she felt nothing but platonic emotions toward John.

"Well hey there, Beautiful," John grinned and pulled her in for a hug. Laleia hugged him back gently.

"Hey mister," Laleia smiled softly as she pulled back. John sat on the leather couch behind him and offered her a seat. Laleia sat at the opposite end of the couch and folded her hands in her lap.

"So, what brings you to Providence, Ley?" John leaned toward her.

"Oh yanno," Laleia crossed her legs and wrapped her hands around her knee, "visiting."

"How come you didn't tell me you were coming before hand?" John raised an eyebrow. Usually she would let him know in advance so he could clear his evening schedule for her.

"I'm not here long," Laleia tucked her chin length hair behind her right ear.

"It's over an hours' drive from Boston to here," John inched his way closer to her, "why are you really here.."

Laleia sighed and raked back her hair. She peered over her glasses at him, noticing his jaw was already tense.

"I have," Laleia smiled, "news." John sat up straight and smiled.

"Oh?" John's eyebrow rose, intrigued. Laleia let out the breath she had been holding and grinned.

"I don't know how you'll feel about it," She shrugged. John's eyes grew slightly dark.

"And.."

"Well," she rubbed her arms slowly and smiled at him, "I'm with Randy again."

In an unexpected manner, John's smile grew and he pulled Laleia into a hug. Shocked, Laleia hesitated then returned the hug.

"Are you happy?" John murmured into her hair. Laleia's heart tightened as John pulled back and looked at her. His eyes were childlike, but still dark.

"Very," Laleia stroked John's face. Wincing slightly under her touch, John smiled reassuringly.

"I'm glad," John stood up, "you deserve to be happy."

"Well, thank y-"

"I need to go to an appearance," John grabbed his jacket briskly, "it was great seeing you."

Before Laleia could respond, he was gone. Furrowing her brow, Laleia's mind raced with explanations for John's behaviour.

"He wants me to be happy," she muttered. Laleia was uncertain this was a genuine blessing from John. But, he was her best friend. Maybe he had finally realized that he couldn't hold her back forever.

Then it hit her.

"He.." She stammered, "He just let me go."

There was no fight from John, zero opposition to her decisions. It wasn't like him to just let these things go. John was very opinionated when it came to her. Plowing through the door, Laleia flew down the hall and pushed into a locker room four doors down the hall.

Upon entering, the reaction lost upon John burst through her body as Randy's head perked up from his book. His smile grew as he marked his place in his book and put it on the table next to him.

"Leia."

Weak knees.

"Hi," Laleia smiled happily.

"How long has it been since I told you how beautiful you are?"

Stomach flips.

"Days," Laleia giggled. Randy stood up and pulled her into his arms, kissing her head.

"Much too long," Randy's deep voice rumbled against her temple.

Faster and faster heartbeat.

Laleia nuzzled Randy's chest. This was how it was supposed to be; the man in her life she deserved who felt he did not deserve her.

"How did your talk with John go?"

Sinking stomach.

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-Had a little love, but I spread it thin.. Falling in her arms and out again-

"I haven't seen her that happy in years," John paced back and forth.

"You knew this day would come, John."

John glared at his father. Since the show was so close to him, John Cena Sr. had made the trip down to spend a day with his second oldest son. What he hadn't expected was to see John burst through his door with such fury two hours before show time.

"Not now," John continued to pace like a caged lion, "not with him."

"Jesus Christ, Kid," John Sr. shook his head, "take a look at yourself for Christ's sake."

"Old man, you know I'm right." John was fuming.

"That is it, John," John was taken aback at the tone of his father's voice.

"Excuse me?"

"Sit," John Sr. pointed to the seat next to him, "now."

John clenched his fists, paced for another few seconds then relented, sitting next to his father.

"What?" John spat.

"Calm the hell down for one."

Pursing his lips, John let out a breath through his nose and motioned for his father to continue.

"You frustrate me, John," John Sr. shook his head, "how long are you going to avoid it?"

"What are you talking about?" John Sr. laughed at John's attitude.

"And what, pray tell, is so goddamn funny," John muttered gruffly. John Sr.'s laughs subsided.

"You are absolutely head over heels for the girl, but are too stupid to admit it."

John frowned and looked down. Pain burst through his chest as it became tighter and harder to breathe by the second.

"You don't know sh-"

"John Felix Anthony Cena, you are in love with Laleia Jamieson and you are also the only one on the face of this Earth that does not see it."

"Of course I love her, damn it!"

John's eyes widened as the words flew out of his mouth faster than he could stop them.

"Finally."

John looked at the satisfied half-smile on his father's face. After years of denying it to himself and others, John finally admitted to his father a fact that he'd known for years. Wringing his hands, John regained his breath as his whole body relaxed.

"I'm in love with her," John whispered.

"She's a different kind of woman, eh Kid?"

John smiled and nodded, "That she is, Old man."

"Now I have just one question to go with your new found realization," John Sr. looked his son in the face. John's gaze intensified as his eyes brightened to his natural blue.

"And that question is.."

"What the hell are you going to do about it?"

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing that, my lovelies. What would you like to see happen next? Let me know in a review!