Chapter 7

A/N: Hey! I'm so sorry I haven't updated… Vacation. It's awesome. Anyways, I've been really messed up and busy lately, but don't worry; I won't give up on this story! (It might be a little Bit horrible though because I'm sorta at a roadblock) :P So, without further adieu, let's pick up where I so rudely left off. (I've also made a new draft thing-a-ma-bobber… You'll understand a little later)

"Getta' way from me."

Seany had lately been tired, confused, and at times very furious at what appeared to be nothing. John had so kindly bought her a pregnancy book, which had a lot of pictures of fat pregnant women; only by coincidence. Or so he said.

So she started to go to sleep earlier and wake up later. Although it had only been 2 days since she had gotten the news; she had diffidently felt a dramatic difference; in everything… And a restless John Cena in the mornings didn't really help things either.

As if on cue, he started to shake her shoulder once more. "Sean, c'mon, get up."

"I told you to leave me alone, dammit!" She snapped, rolling over and pulling the covers up to her chin. She knew she would never get to go back to sleep. Reluctantly, she opened her hazel colored eyes to see John's blue ones staring back at her.

"I thought you wanted to go to Europe."

"I did- without you." Seany smirked at her comeback, and a surprised look found its way to John's face. It would have escalated if it weren't for an interruption.

"I thought Dave was champion..."

John and Seany's heads jerked in Chris's direction, afraid that they had started to lose their hearing. When they figured out what was going on, they found it quite amusing.

"Chris sleep talks!" John whispered excitedly, his eyes not leaving the blonde's face.

"No shit Sherlock." Seany replied as Chris mumbled something else about Fozzy and a guitar string. John glared at her out of the corner of his eye as the two leaned closer to Jericho. He obviously was talking; and about nothing in particular at that.

Chris woke up half an hour later to see John and Seany silently giggling uncontrollably. He had to blink a couple times to believe it, but they were laughing; at what? "You two having seizures?" Chris asked, slowly sitting up. Seany took in a sudden gasp of air, as if she hadn't had oxygen for an hour. She fanned her face, her eyes watering. Whatever they had been laughing at, it was funny.

"Hey." She managed between the sharp intakes of breath, still visibly fighting the urge to bust out hysterically. John however, had not stopped; and was now holding his side and about to collapse on his back.

"You- you," John started, but only to no avail. Chris looked from him to Seany, whom was shaking her hands in the air frantically to try and get her mind away from replaying what had caused such a ruckus. She took deep breaths, avoiding John's eyes.

"What?" Chris asked, starting to suspect who all the laughter was about. Seany suddenly started to snicker again, and John rolled over on his side. Chris sat there stern and silent for another 10 minutes, the laughter dying and suddenly coming back often. Bits of words passed between the two; but it was nothing that Chris could understand. A few minutes of silence and hard breathing, John turned his head to look at the two. He was now on his stomach and resting his head on the covers, his slightly bloodshot eyes having 'that' twinkle in them.

He tried to finish what he had started before. "Dude, you- you," Seany and John could feel it, and Jericho could tell. They weren't far off from bursting into uncontrollable laughter once more. Seany wiped her eyes, she had started crying after awhile. "You want to screw Melina?"

Chris's face instantly turned a light shade of scarlet, and the other two once more started to laugh: One, because they thought about what Jericho had muttered; and two, because they had never seen Chris blush without trying to hide or deny it.

"What is it about her? Is it because she goes a size bigger every week?" Seany asked, hastily stopping; she could tell that if she laughed anymore she would be sick. Apparently John felt the same way.

"No, I- I don't like her…" Chris said softly, and Seany and John raised their eyebrows. Seany's hand started to shake , but she held her mouth shut tightly. The look on their faces gave it away though- they clearly didn't believe him.

John sat up slowly, rubbing his forehead and looking at the bed. "Well, then why were you moaning her name?" Chris's face turned a deeper shade of red, and Seany nodded in agreement. Jericho looked like this was news to him, and Seany cocked her head to the side.

"You sleep talk, sweetheart." She said comfortingly, as if she were his mother. John stuck out his tongue and silently mimicked her, adding a dramatic sling to every word. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah; but I wasn't dreaming about her."

"No, 'cause I'd call that a nightmare." Seany giggled at John's comment, feeling a little better than when she couldn't breath and was fidgeting. Chris shook his head and got out of the bed, heading towards his suitcase.

"Then who were you dreaming about?" John asked, as curious as Seany was.

"Nobody you actually care about."

The door to the bathroom shut, and Seany and John were left alone; and mentally in the open about who Chris was dreaming of. They both decided to leave it alone; knowing Jericho, it wouldn't take that long to figure out who it was.

3 ½ hours later…

"France!"

"Uh, Spain!"

"Dammit; France!"

"Shut up, we're going to Spain!" John growled, throwing his finger in the direction of Spain on the sign. The two had been arguing over where Jericho was taking them since he had left to get the plane tickets. Seany was positive they were going to France; John, on the other hand, was leaning towards other parts of Europe.

"No we're not! We're going to France; it's the romantic capital of the world!" She responded, trying to get the upper-hand.

"So! Neither of us are going to get married or anything in France!" John said, still pointing at Spain on the flight list. She shook her head in strong disagreement.

"Who are you?" Seany asked, as if she didn't know him anymore. He glared at her.

"I'm Rick James, bitch!" John replied in a cold voice, yet Seany couldn't help but laugh at his way of thinking. She hadn't noticed it before, but there were onlookers watching them. Just like anyone else screaming in the airport, it was multiplied because of John being a celebrity. Seany could see the headlines now: 'WWE Superstar is Sexist', or 'John Cena: Woman Beater'. It was brilliant.

She smirked and shrugged. "We'll just have to see when we get there. And step foot on France."

"WE ARE GOING TO SPAIN!"

"Actually…" John and Seany turned to see Chris, whom had obviously just arrived. He was sorting through the assortment of passports and tickets that he was carrying. "We're going to Paris." Seany punched the air as if she had just won a million dollars- and John dropped his head as if he had just lost it.

"I so told you!" Seany said, pointing at John as if to laugh at him. He glared at her half heartedly. "Chris, you are brilliant." She hit his arm to show gratitude, but looked like she was insane. Although it wasn't like they didn't think that already.

"You're so special." John cooed, patting her on the head. All the happiness and joy immediately drained out of her and she stood there, giving him 'the look'. He shrugged it off.

"Why don't you have a girl, Chris?" John asked, looking at the tickets in Jericho's hands.

"I dunno." He answered, shuffling the papers. John glanced at Seany, who raised an eyebrow.

"Seany'll be your girl."

"Will not!" She shot back defensively; although she really wasn't sure if she was being honest or not.

"Why not?" Chris asked, finally looking up.

"Two words." John said, raising up a hand and putting up a finger for each word. "Crack, ho." The look on Seany's face was priceless, while Chris's was a mix of confusion and very light anger.

"No, Sean, no- not you!" John was laughing at this point, putting an arm around Seany's shoulders and hugging her as if to apologize. "Chris-2-J's dream girl. And when I say dream, I mean dream. Like dream talk; or dream-"

Seany was smiling but pushed him off of her as if she had been angry at him. "John, shut up. We all know who you're talking about." She turned to Chris and she and John mouthed 'Mah-lee-nah'. He glared at the two as his face once again turned the shade of pink that it had before; lucky him.

"Shut up." Chris muttered angrily, pushing passed the two when the flight was called; headed for 'the tunnel'. Seany giggled and ran after him, John not to far behind. If this wouldn't be the funnest vacation of Seany's life, she didn't know what would be.

A/N: K, I know- it's short and has no point; but I decided to write it and get over the speed bump. Anyways, sorry it's late! Just like before- read and review! That's all :P