I do not own anyone!

I yawned and stretched in awkward positions as I stood up from the sofa. I had been in that spot every since I had gotten out of the shower. Melisa and Kimmy bought something to eat and some "hot" Pepsi so they looked to me to get some ice. "You're such a drama queen." Kimmy said to me.

"Excuse?" I asked smirking.

"Yawning like you're so exhausted." Kimmy said. I flipped her off as I grabbed the ice bucket and walked down the hall way. I walked in the room and I couldn't help but smile. I smile when I am mad and sad and happy and glad. It wasn't particularly my fault.

"What...are you following me?" John asked eyeing my body. Wow, my attire made me look like a dude. What was there to look at? I shook my head no, laughing.

"No...but I think you may be harassing me." I told him putting the bucket on the ice machine.

"Well I'm not." He turned his head as he gripped his bucket full of ice and I gasped. I can't believe I did that; a red bruise on his face because of...me.

"Oh my God...did I do that." I asked walking over to him. I almost forced his face into my hands as I examined it.

"No I was in the ring and...I mean; yes...because of you my face looks like this." John said biting his lip. He put a sincere look in his eye and my heart broke into pieces.

"Well...I disagree. You look the way you look because of a few personal problems." I glanced around the tiny room as he laughed. I always made an attempt at being funny when I knew I was wrong.

"You're funny." He complimented sarcastically.

"I really do apologize...you just happen to be the one to cross the line today." He was being cordial...I could really get use him!

"Uh, same time same place?" John asked and I chuckled.

"I wouldn't count on it." I said getting my bucket of ice. "Sorry about that." I told him again as I left. When I walked in the room Kimmy looked at me and shook her head in disappointment. "I didn't do anything."

"You did...you're guilty of something...I don't know what yet. Anyway, you need to go get Melisa." Kimmy said and my eyebrow raised.

"She did what?" I asked.

"She has a camera and she's on a mission. She took a picture of door knob saying John Cena could have touched it. She was pissed when she found out you slapped him...be aware. You are gonna get her before she's arrested of molestation of half naked guys."

"I don't have to do what you say." I protested.

"Yeah? I spoke to your mom and she says I'm in charge. Call her on your way..." She blew two kisses at me as I made my way out of the door for the second time. I think that was just an excuse for Kimmy to get me out of the room. But then again, Melisa was a little loco. I'd swear I saw her run down a nearby staircase so I followed what I thought was her. I opened the door and walked down a flight of steps. I opened the door and my eyes widened. It was Triple H, Vince McMahon and Stephanie McMahon talking about something. Oh God, he is hotter than I thought and I am not talking about Vince!

"What are you doing?" I jumped as I heard the voice of a man. It was starting to get a little too familiar for me. I looked up and he was looking down at me and in that moment I realized just how tiny I was. "So...you are a stalker." John laughed.

"No...honest." I said. "I was looking for my friend... but...that's Triple H...Triple H." I repeated for emphasis. John shrugged and grabbed my hand.

"What up, bosses..." John said and Vince, Stephanie and Triple H turned to us and I fought the urge to scream out in joy. "This is my...uh, friend...Kia."

"Hey." Stephanie smiled at me and I waved.

"It's nice to meeting you but I gotta get to a meeting. Wouldn't want the big man not there." Vince laughed at his joke. He actually seemed nice! "See ya." Vince smiled as he disappeared.

"Hi...my name's Paul." Triple H said. Yes I know...Paul Michael Levesque, son of Pat and Paul Levesque, brother of Lynn, 6'4'', 265 pounds, 10 time world heavyweight champ...trust me, I know.

"Hi." I muttered. Hi? It was the best thing I could come up with. I'm such a dork.

"We'll see you later Cena and hopefully you too, Kia." Him and Stephanie walked off and I turned to John and punched his arm.

"You're a really abusive person, you know?" He asked eyeing me and I looked down at my apparel. Navy basketball shorts and a tank top with high-top socks that almost reach my knees.

"You just made me meet my favoritist person in the world and I look like this...John Cena I hate you." I said looking in his eyes.

"Uh...favoritist isn't a word." He told me and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Come, I'll bring you to your room." John grabbed my hand and we got into the elevator. We didn't exchange words because I was a little too excited. I just met Triple H. If I could do that it was time for me to take over the world! He brought me to my room and turned to look at him.

"Did you bring me to my room just to find out what room I was in?" I asked tilting my head to the side and he smiled.

"Maybe...for future reference." He smirked and I laughed at his boldness. "Uh...I didn't know you liked the show...if I left you tickets downstairs at the front desk would you come?"

"Yeah." I answered in disbelief.

"Good. Show starts at seven so get there before six thirty..." He told me about to walk away.

"Why?" I garbled almost inaudibly.

"You're cute." He said and I nodded. That was a good enough excuse. "Please don't bring a boyfriend."

"Promise. I won't." I assured him. He smiled before leaving and I walked in my room.

"Did you get lost?" I heard Melisa's voice ask. Possibly. There's a big possibility that I was getting lost in the likings of John Cena. Wow.

A/N: Last night I went to a Raw House Show and I saw Randy Orton. Very cute! Then I saw him when he was leaving. I waved, just like everyone else, and he waved back. Not much, but I got some pictures!