Chapter 3

Kira was sitting behind her desk yet again...She'd often found herself just sitting there trying to think up a valid way to relieve her mind of John Cena. But like all the other times it wasn't working.

Kira stood up and was pacing around the room, while going over the hotel list for the wrestlers...She started thinking out loud and said, "Maybe I could have a redneck doctor saw the top of my head off...root around in my brain with a stick and find the part of me that thinks of him constantly and pour acid on it...that would definitely take care of the problem."

John smirked as he watched the brunette pacing in her office...he'd been standing there leaning against the door frame for 2 minutes and when she stopped talking he said, "Acid? That would hurt like hell Kira. And why exactly are you pouring acid on your brain?"

Kira jumped and dropped the handful of papers and John laughed as Kira threw her pencil at him and said, "Hasn't anyone ever told you sneaking up on someone isn't nice...you scared the shit out of me Cena." John held up his hands in defense and said, "I didn't mean to scare you...I'm sorry." John walked in and squatted down with the brunette and helped her pick up the papers.

John said, "Besides, I wasn't sneaking...I've been standing there for the last 3 minutes...You just didn't notice me, cause you was too busy have a conversation with yourself." Kira looked at John and stuck her tongue out at him and said, "Sorry...wasn't aware I couldn't talk about pouring acid on my brain without your permission."

John said, "And yet again I state...That would hurt like hell...Why would you pour acid on your brain?" Kira said, "I've got a blind date on Thursday...I don't really feel like going on it...and I want to kill Stephanie...I swear if it's anyone from the roster...I'll scream...Or kill myself at the very least."

John smirked and said, "Blind date eh...Those suck...I've been on a few...If only friends knew how much they sucked...They'd just learn to stay out of their single friends lives for a change."

Kira and John stood up and said, "Yea...before becoming meddlesome nosey busy bodies...I really don't want to go...I'd rather cut off my left boob then go on this blind date...The last one Steph set me up on was a disaster."

John smiled as he grabbed his left pectoral through his navy blue T-shirt and said, "Ouch! Don't cut off body parts that people might wanna use later on your blind date." Kira giggled and said, "I don't know who this schmuck is...but he's definitely not getting me anywhere, where he can use my left boob for something."

Kira looked down and said, "Besides I think the girls and me are going to opt for a light dinner, no desert and run back to the hotel screaming like a mass murderer is after us."

John couldn't help but laugh...Kira always referred to her breasts as the girls. John had to ask...so while waving a finger in front of her chest he said, "By the way, I was just curious...You always refer to those as girl...how do you know they aren't guys...or maybe one of each."

Kira sat in the chair behind her desk and said, "If they were guys, they'd get me into trouble that I couldn't get myself out of...and if they were one of each...they'd argue to the point of me just having them both removed." Again John grabbed his pectorals through his T-shirt and said, "Damn...Were you a masochist in your former life?"

Kira shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't know...it's a possibility...Even though I'm the biggest wimp when it comes to pain...I don't mind dishing a little out to stupid people."

John laughed as he leaned over and rubbed the back of her hand and said, "I'll see you Friday...I hope the blind date isn't as bad as it seems to be...Try having a nice time...you never know...The guy could turn out to be a real Prince Charming."

Kira said, "That shit only happens in fair tales Cena...You know that." John couldn't help but hope the date was lousy and gave her a comfort hug and said, "Bye."

Kira waited until he left the room and said, "Bye...Nice eyes...You're beautiful... You smell good...Will you marry me? I love you." As her head plopped on the desk with a muffled Thud.

Thus beginning the next 3 days of blind date preparation HELL.