Do Not Own Any1!

Okay, when John Cena said he'd get me tickets to the show I didn't know he meant tickets along with backstage passes. I was in awe but I played it cool. I made Melisa promise me she wasn't going to jump on a sweaty guy in tights. I also made her promise not to touch anyone. Kimmy decided to go to a party with a few guys she met...she thinks she's grown. Me and Melisa sat down in the cafeteria with drinks. There were a lot of guys here and they really did walk around in briefs. It's heaven! "Did you call your mom?"

"No, I do not even look forward to doing so." I stated truthfully. She handed me her cell phone and smirked.

"Call." Melisa said simply. I think she just wanted me to get out of her hairs. I accepted the cell phone and walked down the hall searching for somewhere empty. I dialed the oh so familiar phone number and rested against the wall as I waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?" I heard her ask. She sounded like she'd been in tears. Well, that's how everyone was in my family this time of the year.

"Hi mom." I mumbled. I heard her draw in a sharp breath.

"Jennifer where are you?" She was mad. No one had called me Jennifer in years. It only brought back memories.

"I'm in...California." I answered.

"You are half way across the country..." She yelled and I pulled the phone away from my ear. Thank God, I thought. Being half way across the country was possibly better for my health, right now.

"Uh, obviously." I mumbled.

"What?" She questioned my pitch.

"Nothing." I lied rolling my eyes.

"What are you thinking? I still don't understand you! Jennifer...what goes through your head. It still amazes me that you're my daughter."

"Me too..."

"Would you like it if I up and left without saying anything to you?"

"Mom, that's all I've ever wanted." I said laughing. She silenced. "Ma, I'm kidding."

"No, Kia, this is ridicules."

"Mommy, I don't want to mope anymore...I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. I hate feeling this way for six months, ma. I don't want this to take over my life! Mom, I'm twenty-three years old. Just because you can't let go don't drag me down with you. I am my own person."

"Who do you think you are? I am your mother. You listen to me-"

"As of five years ago I was a grown woman mom. Eighteen is when I moved from under your roof mom...eighteen is when I gained my independence." I felt my eyes tear up. I hated the feeling. My nose burned; my eyes burned; my throat felt like it was being ripped out of my neck. Even though I did this so often, it still killed me to do so.

"I can't stand you." I heard her say and I couldn't help but let my tears fall freely.

"Mom, that's a little harsh don't you think...I hate it when you do that. Mom...ma..." She hung up on me. I rested my head against the wall and I guess I let it all out. I did one of those cries you don't expect to do. I cried so much my face started to hurt.

"Hey..." I turned around and I don't know who it was but I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I guess I needed a hug. "Are you okay?" When I finally looked up I didn't even bother to push him away. I just backed up slowly and I smoothed my skirt out.

"Thanks, Randy." I turned to walk away with my head hung low. I worked too hard for my image and I wasn't about to blow it.

"Wait." He put his hand on my shoulder and I turned around. "Are you alright?" I looked up at him. He simply wore a pair of track pants and a towel around his neck. His blue eyes were sincere and his scent was captivating...I guess. I do not like Randy Orton...

"No..." I answered. He pulled me into a hug and let me cry on his shoulder. Let me rephrase...on his bare shoulder...no shirt...all skin and muscle.

"Come on..." He brought me to a door and I looked at him with a small smile on my face. "Woman's locker room...do whatever you women do to make yourselves look all gorgeous and I'll be back to get you in a minute." He opened the door and exchanged a few words with Trish, I assume and then before I knew it a cluster of girls were crowding me.

"Did he hurt you?" I looked up at a leggy diva. It was Stacy Keibler and I shook my head no. "If he did...it's nothing but typical."

"He didn't-" I started.

"You don't have to explain yourself." Lita smiled.

"If all you need to do is dry your tears...go ahead and do it." Victoria said handing me a tissue.

"...It's okay to cry..." I looked up at Trish. She had a sweet look on her face...really out of character.

"Thanks." I said standing up. I took a few refreshing breaths and straitened my shirt. "Thanks...I really appreciate it."

"Any friend of Randy's is a friend of ours..." Lita smiled.

"I was actually here to see John...Randy was just there...guys, thank you, again." I stood up and Randy re-entered the locker room.

"Please be dressed!" Randy yelled. "Come on." He took my hand and I followed him into the hall.

"Randy...thank you." I smiled.

"I'd love to bring you to the hotel but I have to make an appearance so I'm gonna get my friend to bring you...Uh, you know him. Don't think you like him much but you know him." Randy opened a locker room and told me to wait. I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes and out came Randy and his friend just as soon as he walked in.


"Hey...I was looking all over for you." John said smiling.

"You found me." I smirked and he rolled his eyes at me.

"You came together? I thought you hated him."

"She did...now she doesn't." John chuckled taking my hand into his and I laughed lightly.

"Don't be too sure." He gave me a mocking expression.

"You alright?" John asked puckering his eyebrows. I nodded slowly and he just smiled.

"Bye Randy...thank you." Me and John walked down the hall I did not realize how hard Randy was starring at us until I turned to see his fiery eyes. John happened to pull me closer to him wrapping his strong arm around my waist. I didn't resist, I don't know why though. I just needed to feel loved, I assume. I got my jacket and told Melisa I was leaving, she didn't care though.

"Really, are you okay?"

"Yes, John...my mom is just bitching. She said I was being rude and I had no respect. She was so mad she called me Jennifer." I said pushing my curly hair back.

"Jennifer?" He questioned. I hit his arm and threatened him.

"No...never say that name and I mean that! I swear I will inflict some serious pain on you." I told him as he laughed. We talked a whole lot more. After he bought me dinner I guess I zoned out because he kept asking me if I was alright.

"Are you okay?" John asked me again for the eleventh time. We were now in his room and he let me into his mini bar. That was a mistake on his behalf. I looked up at him and shook my head no.

"No...I don't understand how a woman of forty something years could be so juvenile. Mm, vocabulary word." I paused to sip some of the liquid in the glass; I'm not so sure what it was, but it was good and I did pour it so I'm assuming it was safe. "Seriously, how does a person hold on to something for so long. Honestly, John...I hate my mom..." I complained.

"Hate?" He sipped a beer and I nodded vigorously.

"Yes...I hate her...and with a passion, too." I said pouting. I crossed my arms across my chest trying not to cry.

"Okay." He sad in a tune. I sat back in the chair and I cried. Tears streamed down my face and they weren't stopping. Crying in front of John Cena was not something on my Christmas wish list. With the back of my hand I wiped away tears before they even fell. Or, at least I tried. "Wait...don't cry." He pulled me to a standing position and hugged me. I guess this hug was a lot different from Randy's. Truthfully, I hugged Randy and stayed in his arms not only because I needed a hug but I'm sure it was also out of lust. Randy is really cute is there any needed explanation? John kissed my forehead, like an older brother would do.

We weren't drunk and I know that. But when I looked up he just looked so caring. I planted a big kiss on John and he pulled me closer, if possible. I ran my fingers though his short hair and he pulled back. He gave me a 'you sure you want this' look. My short arms wrapped around his neck and I got on my toes just to kiss him again. I hated being so short but I wasn't complaining when I felt John's kisses. I left after a few long...and I mean very, very long kisses but then I returned.

I'm guilty.

Seriously...who wouldn't? There must have been love in the air because I officially went over my boundaries. I mean, sleeping with someone on the first date just wasn't me...he got me at a good time.

His timing was the best...for him, that is.

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