Author's Note: Again, all three of us worked on this... Heather and Amanda,
you guys have great talent and I am so glad to be writing something with
you... anyway, I hope you enjoy...
Chapter 11: Beautiful Moment
"What hotel," Heather asked as they pulled from the gas station. Rae shrugged from the backseat, "Any." Heather scoffed, "That helps." Rae smacked the back off her head. "Wanna be handcuffed?" Amanda asked. "NO!" They said in unison. Amanda nodded and looked out the window. Five minutes later Heather pulled into a motel 6, "Ok, we're here." Heather said and got out. The three walked around to the back of the truck and Rae opened the cap. Rae let the guys out of the back, and looked directly at Brock and said, "Don't make this harder on yourself. John and Randy don't have a problem." She said, glaring at him. "Amanda, go get us 3 rooms. We'll keep the guys out here." Heather said, trying not to look at Brock. "Alright. Randy, do you want to come with me?" Amanda asked, walking towards the front desk. "Sure, need to make sure we get a good room." Randy replied, wiggling his eyebrows. "Wait, Amanda, make sure you guys have a room far away from the rest of us, please," Rae called out, as Amanda just flipped her off.
Raechel leaned against the truck, keeping a close eye on Brock and Heather. John smiled at her, and she grinned suggestively, "What's on your mind?" John smiled, "One guess." He pinned her between his arms and started kissing her neck. Rae smirked and ran her fingertips down his neck. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes as he kissed her around her ear. He pressed closer to her and she welcomed it. She wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to let his hand slide up her shirt. She opened one eye and looked over at Brock and Heather. She swallowed, she really didn't like him, but John quickly occupied her mind with something else. Rae smirked as John's hand went South, "Hey..." "What," he asked huskily, in her ear. Raechel smirked, "Uh... never mind." John smirked as Raechel took his face in her hands and kissed him hungrily.
"So, Amanda and Rae say you've been a fan of mine since I debuted," Brock asked, looking over at Heather. 'She's really cute.' Brock thought to himself. He noticed Raechel and John making out and shook his head slightly. "Yeah, but Rae and Amanda have made the whole depressed girl thing out to be more than it really is," Heather answered, for once looking into his eyes. "I never meant to upset any of my fans. It's just my heart wasn't into wrestling anymore," Brock said, for once actually sounding sincere. "Why didn't you just say that in the first place? It would have made this trip so much easier on you," Heather said, as Amanda and Randy came back out. Raechel spotted them and reluctantly broke from John. She and Heather stood with the guys by the truck. Heather looked at Rae with pleading eyes. "What?" Rae asked quietly so they couldn't hear her. "Do I need a room with him?" Rae nodded and laughed, "Sorry," Rae grinned. "Hey guys, we have three rooms. Sorry Rae, we couldn't get a room away from you," Amanda joked, as Rae just looked at her. "Well I don't know about ya'll but I'm beat," Rae said, with a playful grin on her face, directing it toward John. He grinned in return. "Yeah, Randy and I are going to head to our room. Are you going to be okay, Heather," Amanda asked, looking over at her. "Yeah, I'll be fine," Heather said softly, causing Rae and Amanda to look at her concerned. "Well, I guess we'll be sharing a room tonight, Brock," Heather said, looking up at him. "Okay. Let's get going, I'm tired," Brock said, as he stormed to the room.
When Heather and Brock got into their room, she tied him up to the bed so he wouldn't get away. "Why did you do that," Brock asked, looking at his tied hands. "Like you'd actually stay if we gave you a choice." Heather said, as her cell phone started ringing, to Brock's entrance music. "Hello," Heather said, looking slightly annoyed at who was on the other end. "I was just wantin' to check on you chica. You okay over there? Need me to come kick him in the balls again," Rae asked, as John winced in pain hearing the last part. "No. I'm fine, but don't be kicking anything okay," Heather answered, not noticing Brock getting out of the ties.
When Heather hung up the phone, she was shocked when she turned around and noticed Brock standing right behind her. "How did you get out," Heather asked, taking a gulp. "It wasn't tied that tight," Brock answered, as he grabbed Heather around the waist and threw her on the bed. "Brock, what are you doing," Heather asked, looking up at him. "You know, Rae and Amanda may be a couple of angry, hostile bitches, but you are different," Brock said, as he straddled Heather's waist. "Heather, I'm sorry I upset you. I know I said that outside, but I really mean it," Brock apologized again, as he leaned down to kiss Heather. "I know. It's just you meant so much to me, and I never thought I'd get to see you again," Heather answered, as Brock broke the kiss. "Well, you know they say never say never. I may return someday, when I get my life straightened out," Brock said, as he kissed Heather again. This time leaving both of them breathless 'Damn, he is a helluva kisser.' Heather thought to herself, as they broke the kiss again. "Heather, can I ask you something," Brock asked, looking down in her glassed over eyes. "Yeah, Brock," Heather answered, breathlessly. "Can I make love to you," Brock asked, running his finger down her cheek. "I thought you were with Rena," Heather asked, wanting to have this man with her, but she doesn't want to get hurt in the process. "It doesn't mean anything with her. You are so much better than her," Brock answered, lightly kissing her on the lips. "Yes Brock, I want you to make love to me," Heather answered, as she ran her hands aross his broad chest. Heather ran her hands over his chest, then it hit her, she was going to make love to her idol. The guy that hurt her, she wasn't sure if she still wanted to do it. She still wanted to cry when she thought of him; and he was with her right now. Brock noticed the distant look in her eyes, "Heather," he said softly. She looked up at him. "What's wrong?" Heather said nothing and swallowed hard, "Brock, have you even considered, that we have only known each other for a little while?" Brock thought for a minute. "I realized that, Heather. There is just something about you. I don't know what it is. I just-" Heather cut him off by kissing him. "Less talking, more action." Brock nodded then smiled evilly. Heather looked at him strangely. Brock took each of her arms then tied them to the bedpost. "No, Brock." Heather shook her head. Brock put a finger to her lips and silenced her. He stood up off the bed and pulled his hirt off. Heather looked away and tried not to drool. Brock saw this and grinned. "What's the matter?" Brock flexed his pecs at her. Heather blushed and looked away again. She loved when he did that, it turned her on. Heather blushed again at the thought. "You're blushing," Brock grinned. Heather looked at him and shook her head no. Brock laughed as he sat beside her. "You are beautiful." He ran his hand down her cheek. "Even more then Rena." Brock laughed. Heather laughed. "Don't lie." Brock looked at her seriously. "You are." Brock didn't let her reply, he kissed her and ran his hand up her shirt. Heather gasped at the feel of his hand running gently over her breast. It sent chills up and down her body. Brock slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her silk white shirt. Brock kissed her ear as he whispered; "You're not a virgin right?" "No." Heather said softly. "Ok, just making sure." Brock said as he unzipped her pants. Heather closed her eyes and raised her hips of the bed as Brock pulled them off. "You still sure, Heather?" Brock asked. Heather nodded. "Untie me?" Heather pleaded. Brock shook his head and stood up once more and removed the rest of his clothes. Heather's eyes widened as she looked at him. "Don't look so shocked, honey." Brock grinned at the look on her face. He climbed back on the bed and kissed her deeply. Heather could feel him rub against her leg she moaned. Brock grinned as he tried to find a way to get her bra off. "Untie me to get it off." Heather grinned. "Not." Brock said as he ripped the material. Heather grumbled. He grinned. "Found a way." He then went on to take off her panties. Brock grinned as he climbed on top of her, spreading her legs with his knees. He entered her slowly so she could get used to his size. She gave him the ok and he started to move slowly. "Brock, I'm not gonna fucking break." Heather moaned with each move Brock made, Brock covered her mouth with his so no one could hear her.
Raechel stopped and looked around. John groaned, he had his head against her chest, "No, please, Raechel, not now." Rae sighed and thought for a moment. She knew what was happening between Heather and Brock. She sighed and looked down at John; his blue eyes pleaded with her. He sighed, "You've already called her, you know she's ok." Rae nodded as she caught her breath, "Yeah, you're right." John smiled and nodded, "Good." He placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss her. Before he did, he smiled, "Thank you." Rae grinned and kissed him hungrily. Raechel pulled from John when she heard Heather let out a moan that sounded like she was in more pain than pleasure. Raechel got off John, "Fuck it!" John sighed, "Rae, come on." Rae shook her head, "No fuckin' way!" She pulled a shirt over her head, yanked on some pants, and stormed out the door. John groaned and followed. Rae started yelling, "Amanda! Get out here!" John pulled his shorts up as he stumbled into the hallway. Raechel went to Heather and Brock's room and started pounding on the door. There was no answer (now there wouldn't be would there). "What the hell is going on Rae," Amanda asked slightly dishevled. Rae stepped back and started kicking the door, "That," another kick, "fucker!" She ran and jumped against the door, causing it to fall to the floor. Randy came running out into the hall buck nekkid (supposed to be spelt that way). John looked at Raechel in shock, "Holy fuck Rae!" Raechel ignored him and went into the room. It was completely dark and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Raechel spotted Brock on top of Heather, and she could see Brock's hand clapped over her mouth. Raechel grew really pissed off, "You fucker!" She ran across the room and jumped onto Brock. Amanda's eyes went wide, "Holy shit Rae! What..." The others went into the room and saw Heather naked on the bed while a naked Brock tried to get a pissed off Raechel off his back. Amanda clapped her hands over John and Randy's eyes. Randy covered himself with his hands. Heather quickly pulled the covers over her. John walked over and helped Brock to get Rae off his back. Amanda and Randy just turned and walked out of the room. On their way out, Amanda could be heard saying, "You could have at least put some boxers on." "What for, it's not like you had a problem with it," he joked as they went back to their room.
Heather quickly stood up with the sheet around her and dashed to the bathroom, grabbing her bag on the way. Rae stood in shock, she turned around so Brock could cover up. She heard him grumble. "You were screwing Heather," Rae yelled not looking at him. "So? Why is it your business?" Brock growled. Raechel put her hands on her hips as she spun around, "I don't want you to hurt her again, you fuckin' dick!" Brock stepped toward her; John got in between them, "Yo, Brock, back off." Brock looked at John, oddly and then nodded. Brock sighed and looked up at Rae, "I'm not going to hurt her." Rae scoffed, "Yeah right!" "Why would I?" Brock asked. "She's not a little girl, Rae! Let her grow up." Brock said. Before John could stop her, Rae slapped Brock. John grabbed her around the waist. "Calm down you two!" He said frustrated. Raechel glared at Brock as John held her back, "Only good friends call me Rae! And you sure as shit ain't a good fuckin' friend. Lemme warn you now, if you hurt Heather, I will kill you." She pulled from John and stalked out of the bedroom. John sighed and followed her.
Brock sighed and sat on the bed running a hand over his head. He looked toward the bathroom door, Heather still hadn't come out. He stood up and walked over to it. He knocked softly. "Heather, baby, open the door." He said quietly. Brock smiled slightly when the door opened a crack. Heather peeked out, "She gone?" Brock smiled and nodded, "Yeah." Heather sighed, relieved, "I don't know what's gotten into her. She was never this bad when I was with guys before." She sat down on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes. Brock nodded and sat beside her. "She's looking out for you. I don't see why she has to hit me though." Brock laughed softly. Heather smiled. "I know she is looking out for me, I respect that. She needs to lay off me sometimes. Let me breathe." Heather rolled her eyes and laid back on the bed. Brock leaned back and looked at Heather, "You know, you're lucky to have a friend like that." Heather cocked an eyebrow and looked at Brock as if he were insane, "Are we talking about the same person?" Brock chuckled and nodded, "You know Raechel's gonna be a friend for life, you're lucky to have someone that always gonna watch your back for you." Heather shrugged as she thought about what Brock was saying.
Rae was pacing her and John's room. John sighed, "Rae, I know this pisses you off, but Heather is happy, and you should be happy for her." Raechel looked back at John, the sarcasm was obvious in her voice, "Oh, I'm ecstatic that she decided to nail the guy that hurt her." John shook his head and he undressed before climbing into bed. He sat up and looked at Raechel, "Come on." Rae sighed and looked over at John. She nodded and then undressed before crawling into bed next to him. John wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently, "Get some sleep." Rae nodded and yawned. John pulled her closely to him and closed his eyes.
Amanda and Randy were laying in their bed, staring up at the ceiling. Amanda sighed, "I wish Rae would chill out." Randy nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I've only been with you guys a few days, but I can see she's really protective of Heather, and her truck," he said the last part more softly, but Amanda caught on to it. She smirked and nodded, "Yeah, she is." She sighed again and relaxed even more against Randy, "I just hope you gets over this whole hate she has for Brock, it's going to be hard on Heather, even though Rae is just trying to be a good friend." Randy nodded in agreement and pulled Amanda closer to him.
Author's Note: Well, is Rae going to chill out?! Where are they going next?! Stay tuned! Hope you liked it... REVIEW... and let US know...
Chapter 11: Beautiful Moment
"What hotel," Heather asked as they pulled from the gas station. Rae shrugged from the backseat, "Any." Heather scoffed, "That helps." Rae smacked the back off her head. "Wanna be handcuffed?" Amanda asked. "NO!" They said in unison. Amanda nodded and looked out the window. Five minutes later Heather pulled into a motel 6, "Ok, we're here." Heather said and got out. The three walked around to the back of the truck and Rae opened the cap. Rae let the guys out of the back, and looked directly at Brock and said, "Don't make this harder on yourself. John and Randy don't have a problem." She said, glaring at him. "Amanda, go get us 3 rooms. We'll keep the guys out here." Heather said, trying not to look at Brock. "Alright. Randy, do you want to come with me?" Amanda asked, walking towards the front desk. "Sure, need to make sure we get a good room." Randy replied, wiggling his eyebrows. "Wait, Amanda, make sure you guys have a room far away from the rest of us, please," Rae called out, as Amanda just flipped her off.
Raechel leaned against the truck, keeping a close eye on Brock and Heather. John smiled at her, and she grinned suggestively, "What's on your mind?" John smiled, "One guess." He pinned her between his arms and started kissing her neck. Rae smirked and ran her fingertips down his neck. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes as he kissed her around her ear. He pressed closer to her and she welcomed it. She wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to let his hand slide up her shirt. She opened one eye and looked over at Brock and Heather. She swallowed, she really didn't like him, but John quickly occupied her mind with something else. Rae smirked as John's hand went South, "Hey..." "What," he asked huskily, in her ear. Raechel smirked, "Uh... never mind." John smirked as Raechel took his face in her hands and kissed him hungrily.
"So, Amanda and Rae say you've been a fan of mine since I debuted," Brock asked, looking over at Heather. 'She's really cute.' Brock thought to himself. He noticed Raechel and John making out and shook his head slightly. "Yeah, but Rae and Amanda have made the whole depressed girl thing out to be more than it really is," Heather answered, for once looking into his eyes. "I never meant to upset any of my fans. It's just my heart wasn't into wrestling anymore," Brock said, for once actually sounding sincere. "Why didn't you just say that in the first place? It would have made this trip so much easier on you," Heather said, as Amanda and Randy came back out. Raechel spotted them and reluctantly broke from John. She and Heather stood with the guys by the truck. Heather looked at Rae with pleading eyes. "What?" Rae asked quietly so they couldn't hear her. "Do I need a room with him?" Rae nodded and laughed, "Sorry," Rae grinned. "Hey guys, we have three rooms. Sorry Rae, we couldn't get a room away from you," Amanda joked, as Rae just looked at her. "Well I don't know about ya'll but I'm beat," Rae said, with a playful grin on her face, directing it toward John. He grinned in return. "Yeah, Randy and I are going to head to our room. Are you going to be okay, Heather," Amanda asked, looking over at her. "Yeah, I'll be fine," Heather said softly, causing Rae and Amanda to look at her concerned. "Well, I guess we'll be sharing a room tonight, Brock," Heather said, looking up at him. "Okay. Let's get going, I'm tired," Brock said, as he stormed to the room.
When Heather and Brock got into their room, she tied him up to the bed so he wouldn't get away. "Why did you do that," Brock asked, looking at his tied hands. "Like you'd actually stay if we gave you a choice." Heather said, as her cell phone started ringing, to Brock's entrance music. "Hello," Heather said, looking slightly annoyed at who was on the other end. "I was just wantin' to check on you chica. You okay over there? Need me to come kick him in the balls again," Rae asked, as John winced in pain hearing the last part. "No. I'm fine, but don't be kicking anything okay," Heather answered, not noticing Brock getting out of the ties.
When Heather hung up the phone, she was shocked when she turned around and noticed Brock standing right behind her. "How did you get out," Heather asked, taking a gulp. "It wasn't tied that tight," Brock answered, as he grabbed Heather around the waist and threw her on the bed. "Brock, what are you doing," Heather asked, looking up at him. "You know, Rae and Amanda may be a couple of angry, hostile bitches, but you are different," Brock said, as he straddled Heather's waist. "Heather, I'm sorry I upset you. I know I said that outside, but I really mean it," Brock apologized again, as he leaned down to kiss Heather. "I know. It's just you meant so much to me, and I never thought I'd get to see you again," Heather answered, as Brock broke the kiss. "Well, you know they say never say never. I may return someday, when I get my life straightened out," Brock said, as he kissed Heather again. This time leaving both of them breathless 'Damn, he is a helluva kisser.' Heather thought to herself, as they broke the kiss again. "Heather, can I ask you something," Brock asked, looking down in her glassed over eyes. "Yeah, Brock," Heather answered, breathlessly. "Can I make love to you," Brock asked, running his finger down her cheek. "I thought you were with Rena," Heather asked, wanting to have this man with her, but she doesn't want to get hurt in the process. "It doesn't mean anything with her. You are so much better than her," Brock answered, lightly kissing her on the lips. "Yes Brock, I want you to make love to me," Heather answered, as she ran her hands aross his broad chest. Heather ran her hands over his chest, then it hit her, she was going to make love to her idol. The guy that hurt her, she wasn't sure if she still wanted to do it. She still wanted to cry when she thought of him; and he was with her right now. Brock noticed the distant look in her eyes, "Heather," he said softly. She looked up at him. "What's wrong?" Heather said nothing and swallowed hard, "Brock, have you even considered, that we have only known each other for a little while?" Brock thought for a minute. "I realized that, Heather. There is just something about you. I don't know what it is. I just-" Heather cut him off by kissing him. "Less talking, more action." Brock nodded then smiled evilly. Heather looked at him strangely. Brock took each of her arms then tied them to the bedpost. "No, Brock." Heather shook her head. Brock put a finger to her lips and silenced her. He stood up off the bed and pulled his hirt off. Heather looked away and tried not to drool. Brock saw this and grinned. "What's the matter?" Brock flexed his pecs at her. Heather blushed and looked away again. She loved when he did that, it turned her on. Heather blushed again at the thought. "You're blushing," Brock grinned. Heather looked at him and shook her head no. Brock laughed as he sat beside her. "You are beautiful." He ran his hand down her cheek. "Even more then Rena." Brock laughed. Heather laughed. "Don't lie." Brock looked at her seriously. "You are." Brock didn't let her reply, he kissed her and ran his hand up her shirt. Heather gasped at the feel of his hand running gently over her breast. It sent chills up and down her body. Brock slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her silk white shirt. Brock kissed her ear as he whispered; "You're not a virgin right?" "No." Heather said softly. "Ok, just making sure." Brock said as he unzipped her pants. Heather closed her eyes and raised her hips of the bed as Brock pulled them off. "You still sure, Heather?" Brock asked. Heather nodded. "Untie me?" Heather pleaded. Brock shook his head and stood up once more and removed the rest of his clothes. Heather's eyes widened as she looked at him. "Don't look so shocked, honey." Brock grinned at the look on her face. He climbed back on the bed and kissed her deeply. Heather could feel him rub against her leg she moaned. Brock grinned as he tried to find a way to get her bra off. "Untie me to get it off." Heather grinned. "Not." Brock said as he ripped the material. Heather grumbled. He grinned. "Found a way." He then went on to take off her panties. Brock grinned as he climbed on top of her, spreading her legs with his knees. He entered her slowly so she could get used to his size. She gave him the ok and he started to move slowly. "Brock, I'm not gonna fucking break." Heather moaned with each move Brock made, Brock covered her mouth with his so no one could hear her.
Raechel stopped and looked around. John groaned, he had his head against her chest, "No, please, Raechel, not now." Rae sighed and thought for a moment. She knew what was happening between Heather and Brock. She sighed and looked down at John; his blue eyes pleaded with her. He sighed, "You've already called her, you know she's ok." Rae nodded as she caught her breath, "Yeah, you're right." John smiled and nodded, "Good." He placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss her. Before he did, he smiled, "Thank you." Rae grinned and kissed him hungrily. Raechel pulled from John when she heard Heather let out a moan that sounded like she was in more pain than pleasure. Raechel got off John, "Fuck it!" John sighed, "Rae, come on." Rae shook her head, "No fuckin' way!" She pulled a shirt over her head, yanked on some pants, and stormed out the door. John groaned and followed. Rae started yelling, "Amanda! Get out here!" John pulled his shorts up as he stumbled into the hallway. Raechel went to Heather and Brock's room and started pounding on the door. There was no answer (now there wouldn't be would there). "What the hell is going on Rae," Amanda asked slightly dishevled. Rae stepped back and started kicking the door, "That," another kick, "fucker!" She ran and jumped against the door, causing it to fall to the floor. Randy came running out into the hall buck nekkid (supposed to be spelt that way). John looked at Raechel in shock, "Holy fuck Rae!" Raechel ignored him and went into the room. It was completely dark and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Raechel spotted Brock on top of Heather, and she could see Brock's hand clapped over her mouth. Raechel grew really pissed off, "You fucker!" She ran across the room and jumped onto Brock. Amanda's eyes went wide, "Holy shit Rae! What..." The others went into the room and saw Heather naked on the bed while a naked Brock tried to get a pissed off Raechel off his back. Amanda clapped her hands over John and Randy's eyes. Randy covered himself with his hands. Heather quickly pulled the covers over her. John walked over and helped Brock to get Rae off his back. Amanda and Randy just turned and walked out of the room. On their way out, Amanda could be heard saying, "You could have at least put some boxers on." "What for, it's not like you had a problem with it," he joked as they went back to their room.
Heather quickly stood up with the sheet around her and dashed to the bathroom, grabbing her bag on the way. Rae stood in shock, she turned around so Brock could cover up. She heard him grumble. "You were screwing Heather," Rae yelled not looking at him. "So? Why is it your business?" Brock growled. Raechel put her hands on her hips as she spun around, "I don't want you to hurt her again, you fuckin' dick!" Brock stepped toward her; John got in between them, "Yo, Brock, back off." Brock looked at John, oddly and then nodded. Brock sighed and looked up at Rae, "I'm not going to hurt her." Rae scoffed, "Yeah right!" "Why would I?" Brock asked. "She's not a little girl, Rae! Let her grow up." Brock said. Before John could stop her, Rae slapped Brock. John grabbed her around the waist. "Calm down you two!" He said frustrated. Raechel glared at Brock as John held her back, "Only good friends call me Rae! And you sure as shit ain't a good fuckin' friend. Lemme warn you now, if you hurt Heather, I will kill you." She pulled from John and stalked out of the bedroom. John sighed and followed her.
Brock sighed and sat on the bed running a hand over his head. He looked toward the bathroom door, Heather still hadn't come out. He stood up and walked over to it. He knocked softly. "Heather, baby, open the door." He said quietly. Brock smiled slightly when the door opened a crack. Heather peeked out, "She gone?" Brock smiled and nodded, "Yeah." Heather sighed, relieved, "I don't know what's gotten into her. She was never this bad when I was with guys before." She sat down on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes. Brock nodded and sat beside her. "She's looking out for you. I don't see why she has to hit me though." Brock laughed softly. Heather smiled. "I know she is looking out for me, I respect that. She needs to lay off me sometimes. Let me breathe." Heather rolled her eyes and laid back on the bed. Brock leaned back and looked at Heather, "You know, you're lucky to have a friend like that." Heather cocked an eyebrow and looked at Brock as if he were insane, "Are we talking about the same person?" Brock chuckled and nodded, "You know Raechel's gonna be a friend for life, you're lucky to have someone that always gonna watch your back for you." Heather shrugged as she thought about what Brock was saying.
Rae was pacing her and John's room. John sighed, "Rae, I know this pisses you off, but Heather is happy, and you should be happy for her." Raechel looked back at John, the sarcasm was obvious in her voice, "Oh, I'm ecstatic that she decided to nail the guy that hurt her." John shook his head and he undressed before climbing into bed. He sat up and looked at Raechel, "Come on." Rae sighed and looked over at John. She nodded and then undressed before crawling into bed next to him. John wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently, "Get some sleep." Rae nodded and yawned. John pulled her closely to him and closed his eyes.
Amanda and Randy were laying in their bed, staring up at the ceiling. Amanda sighed, "I wish Rae would chill out." Randy nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I've only been with you guys a few days, but I can see she's really protective of Heather, and her truck," he said the last part more softly, but Amanda caught on to it. She smirked and nodded, "Yeah, she is." She sighed again and relaxed even more against Randy, "I just hope you gets over this whole hate she has for Brock, it's going to be hard on Heather, even though Rae is just trying to be a good friend." Randy nodded in agreement and pulled Amanda closer to him.
Author's Note: Well, is Rae going to chill out?! Where are they going next?! Stay tuned! Hope you liked it... REVIEW... and let US know...