A/N: Heya everyone! Hmm so I've heard this is a like a modern version of Grease... really? How?

Chapter Seven

It'd been two months since John had debuted and two months since Randy and Torrie dated. John pretended he was fine with it but really it was eating him up inside. Torrie continued to manage him and every time she stepped into the ring after a match and raised his arm, shivers would shoot down his spine. Then she'd hug him, but John knew it meant nothing more than a friendly hug.

After the match John and Torrie got out of the ring and to the back, fans were reaching out to them from the security walls, their screams were deadly and deafening. John grabbed her hand and pulled her to the back, both of them laughing.

"That was crazy," giggled Torrie as she stopped running and caught her breath.

"Yeah," agreed John. He found it hard to start up a conversation with her nowadays, it was like he didn't know her anymore. Somehow she was different.

"Oh hey guys," greeted Rob Van Dam with a friendly wave.

"Yo Rob, wassup?" asked John casually, glad that someone would start up a topic and an awkward silence would be avoided.

"We're having a meeting in the cafeteria after the show, so if everyone could be there that'd be great. Spread the message, make sure everyone is there," said Rob as he left.

"Ok," Torrie nodded, as did John. He painfully watched Rob leave and he would be stuck with her and nothing at all to say.

"What do you think the meeting is about?" she asked him.

"No idea," he shrugged with his hands shoved in his pockets as he shuffled his feet.

"Hmm, let's go see," she suggested as she began to walk.

"Ok," he shrugged yet again.

On the way there they met Dawn and Eddie who were also on their way to the cafeteria.

"What do you think this is about?" asked Dawn.

"No clue," shrugged Torrie. "I hope it's something good though. I'd really like to spend my Christmas with my family cos they wanted to meet Randy,"

John recalled the last time he met Torrie's parents. Her stepfather was a nightmare, a total nightmare, her mother was not as bad, although she didn't approve of John either. Nor did her three of her brothers, two older and one younger. All of them super protective of her. He remembered the cold stares he got at the dinner table, they looked as if they wanted to shred him.

"Good luck Randy," he muttered to himself. Torrie heard him and nudged him playfully, making John smile. This sort of broke the ice between them, to think that knowing her for almost seven years, they'd be best of friends, but they're not. They're far from it.

"My parents aren't that bad," defended Torrie. "Are they?"

"Yes," John answered.

"How would you know?" asked Dawn. "Have you met him?"

"Err no…" struggled John, he tried hard to think of an excuse. Eddie and Dawn looked at him suspiciously as Torrie bit her lip. "Stereotypical father I guess… "

"Yeah I suppose," nodded Dawn. John and Torrie looked at each other and sighed a breath of relief.

"Good job," mouthed Torrie. John winked at her. This was the most they had interacted, with a response from him in weeks.

"So how was things with Randy?" asked Eddie.

"Good," answered Torrie vaguely, she didn't want John to get jealous. Not that he would've, his girlfriend was an actress or something… probably prettier than Torrie would ever be.

"What does 'good' mean?" teased John sticking his tongue out.

"Good means not bad!" she answered.

"He's hella hot," said Dawn dreamily. The others looked at her strangely as she stopped her daydreaming.

"He's taken!" Torrie quickly reminded her jokingly. "So are you, incase you forgot!"

"Yeah ok Lil Miss Perfect!" scoffed Dawn as she rolled her eyes. "I love Simon ok…"

"Yeah tell that to yourself," mocked John. John gave Torrie a high-five and already, he felt better. At least they were communicating!

"Ok, quiet down everybody please," shouted Paul Heyman. "As you may know, Christmas is coming up and if you remember last year, Smackdown headed over to Baghdad, Iraq to entertain our troops. Well, we have decided to go again. It's optional for you to go, but Mr McMahon is expecting to see you there." With that, Paul left the cafeteria.

"Are you going buddy?" asked an enthusiastic Rey, patting a shell-shocked John on the shoulder.

"Uhh…" answered a speechless John, scratching the back of his heck uneasily. He shrugged. "I don't know…"

"You have to! You're a fan favourite!" persuaded Charlie Haas. John ignored his commet and looked away. A stunned Torrie turned to an equally surprised Dawn.

"Are you going?" asked Torrie nervously.

"Yeah I guess…" Dawn answered unconvincingly. "You have to go!"

"Why?" asked Torrie who shuffled in her seat.

"I mean… you're Smackdown's top diva! AND John's manager, if you don't go… John won't go…"

"He will."

"You saw how scared he was!" whispered Dawn. "Come on Torr, this is for our troops…"

"I know but… I'm scared," Torrie admitted. "And I want to spend my Christmas with Randy…"

"Oh Torrie, these troops are protecting our country. They haven't seen their family for months and us going to visit them will probably liven them up a little," encouraged Dawn as she wrapped her arm around Torrie.

"Yeah," pouted Torrie. "I guess I'm being a little selfish…"

"Yes you are, but you are so going! Aren't you?" Dawn smiled. Torrie smiled back and nodded.