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Chapter 4: Running away from your problems.
Tiffany woke up and looked around confused, this wasn't her hotel room.
"Morning sleepy head." Came John Cena's voice. Tiffany rubbed her eyes and seen everyone staring at her, and John playing play station 2's SmackDown! VS. Raw.
"How did I get here?" Tiffany asked confused as memories of last night came back to her then she said: "Ooh. Now I remember." Everyone laughed.
"Can I play?" Tiffany walked over to the PS2.
"Sure, Eddie give her your controller."
"You give her yours." Eddie argued.
"How about Eddie give me his and John give his to Christy!"
"What!" Eddie, John and Christy said together.
"It's just a game, chicos, and chica."
"No, how about Torrie play!" Christy said looking at Torrie who was talking to Billy.
"How about I play?" Michelle McCool asked.
"That would be cool!" Tiffany said handing Michelle a controller and sitting on John's lap, while Michelle went to sit on the floor. Tiffany took the controller from John.
"This should be so fun." Tiffany said. "Who are you going to choose?"
"I'll choose Roh." Tiffany froze as she started to get mad mentioning her name.
"What! That boyfriend stealer!" Tiffany said voice exploding with anger, not noticing that someone knocked on the door. Eddie got up to answer the door, to see that it was some Raw superstars.
"You told Randy that he can date me!" Roh said, from the door way, Roh was standing next to Miel, Batista, Chris Jericho, and none other then Randy Orton.
Tiffany turned around and looked at Roh shocked that she was here. "I did, but I didn't think he would be serious."
Everyone in the room minus Roh gasped.
"What's so wrong with me Tiff? Please tell me."
Tiffany got off of John's lap and walked over to Roh. "Only my friends can call me Tiff, and right now your not one of them, so it's Miss. Irvine to you." Roh rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"And! The question isn't what's wrong with you, it's what isn't wrong with you."
Roh got mad at this point, she slapped Tiffany, which made her fall on the floor because of the impact. Tiffany sat on the floor smirking as a big bruise was about to cover her cheek. Tiffany stood up and punched Roh in the face knocking her down, Tiffany keep hitting Roh as hard as she can until Batista held back Tiffany while Randy held back a furious Roh.
"Break it up people!" Miel screamed, and then looked at Tiffany. "How could you do this?"
"She hit me first, I was just holding my own."
"Grow up, you're acting like a little jealous kid."
"Am not!" She pouted.
"Tiff," Miel started.
"Tiffany! It's Tiffany! T.I.F.F.A.N.Y." Tiffany said spelling out her name. "Only my friends can call me Tiff, and right now I don't have nor need any."
She walked out of the room, and went to hers. "Tiffany!" Someone called following Tiffany but she didn't listen she just keep walking. "Randy, there's no stopping her now." Chris said from behind Randy. "I guess your right." Randy and Chris walked back to John's room.
Everyone stood still, taking in what just happened. Roh began to cry. "It's all my fault."
"No it isn't." Dave Batista said as Miel went to hug Roh.
"Whoa," John said feeling sorry for Tiffany. "I'll go check on Tiffany." John was about to walk out the room but Chris stopped him.
"She'll be fine, I know my sister."
"I know, but I want to check on her just incase."
"No!" Chris said.
"Why not."
"She'll be fine."
"Look, I know how she's feeling right now, I remember how my best friend got with somebody I liked, it was hard but with the help of someone I got through it." John said referring to when Randy and Tiffany got together. Yup, John always had a crush on her, just never got a chance to tell her.
John and Chris continued to argue.
Meanwhile…
Tiffany packed all her clothes and everything about to leave this hotel, she was on the phone calling Vince but all she got was his voice mail.
"Look, Vince, it's me Tiff. Decided that I'm going to you know, stay out of wrestling for a while, I'm young and I decide that I might just follow another dream. I have too many connections her with people, and by connections I mean relationship wise, good and bad. Well, Vince call me k?" Tiffany hung up her phone as tears rushed down her eyes. Tiffany put something on the door.
No doubt about it, Tiffany Janay Irvine is running away from her problems to pursue another thing she loves
Tiffany walked out of her hotel and walked to the elevator as she passed John's room she heard John and Chris arguing about her, she couldn't help but smile. For the first time in months she felt important. And that wasn't good, not feeling important in a long time make's people kind of depressed. That's one of the reason she wanted to leave.
Tiffany got to her rental and drove to the airport.
"How may I help you?" Someone asked once she got to the front desk. "I would like to get a fight to," she had to think about this, she didn't want anyone to find her she just wanted to be alone. "Beverly Hills please."
Tiffany got off the plane and went to luggage claim.
"Aren't you Tiffany from the WWE?" A little girl said coming up to Tiffany, who was grabbing her suite case. She turned around and faced the little girl, Tiffany got on her knees so she was perfectly leveled with her.
"Yes I am, would you like an autograph?" Tiffany smiled.
"Yes please," the girl answered handing Tiffany a pen and a piece of paper, she signed the paper and the girl ran over to her parents.
Tiffany got on the bus, yes a bus. She was riding to her house, she brought it before she became a wrestler. Once she got into her house she looked around, the house was huge, had a Jacuzzi in her room, five floors, an outside and inside pool, this was the life. Tiffany's cell phone began to ring. She looked at her caller ID as she set her suite case down.
Vince it read. Tiffany answered her phone. "Hey, Vince."
"Running away from your problems isn't good?" Vince warned.
"I know, but it's the best I could do right now, I'm so stressed. They probably don't even know I'm gone."
With Vince.
"They do, believe me." Vince looked at Miel, Roh, John, Christy, Dave, Randy and Chris. He had the phone on speaker.
"So, umm, you get my message?" Tiffany's voice asked.
"Tiffany! Get home now!" Chris screamed.
"I am home! Vince you have me on speaker! How dare you!" Next think the heard was the dial tone.
Vince looked at them, madly. "Look like my ratings are going to go down, way down.
"Can we find someone to replace her?" Miel asked. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy.
"Miel, you can't replace her, she's special." John said.
"I'm special!" Miel said, rolling her eyes at John.
"I never said you weren't."
"So I am special?"
"Miel, you're the most specialist person ever!" Dave said kissing his wife.
Miel stuck out her tongue out at John. "I'm special!"
Vince phone began to ring. "I'll get it." Roh said walking over to the phone and picking it up.
"Vince McMahon's office, Roh speaking how may I help you?" Roh said in a professional voice.
"Put Vince on the phone now! Via no speaker." Tiffany screamed.
"For you Vince, it's the runaway."
With Tiffany.
"Hey, Vince." Tiffany started to play with her hair.
"Tiffany, so, I got your call."
"You were post to."
"Yeah, sorry about earlier. You have to rethink this. I need my star diva."
"I need everyone to leave me alone for a while. I need peace."
"When are you going to come back?"
"I might never come back Vince."
"What!"
"Vince, chill you're not Stone Cold."
"No, I'm a little chilly though." Vince began to laugh at his corny joke.
"Well, I'm about to get me my second dream job, I just hope I get it."
"And what's that?"
"I can't tell, you'll find out soon enough."
"I hope so."
"Well, I got to go bye."
"Bye, Ms. Irvine?"
"Yes?"
"I hope you come back…one day." Tiffany smiled.
"Me too Vince, me too." With that Tiffany hung up her cell phone.
Tiffany went to her room and began to type on the computer, doing the one thing that she didn't want anyone to know she can do, she wrote her autobiography.
Soon she fell asleep.
Tiffany looked around to see John enter his car. She looked at him and seen he was drunk. He drove around and then, he soon passed out, while driving.
"John!" Tiffany screamed seeing a big ass truck about to hit John's. She ran up to John's car and got in front of it. "Stop!"
But the truck just went right threw her, and crashed into John's car.
"John!" John's car flipped and turned over. John fell out his car and she went over to his lifeless body.
"It's alright, Tiff I'm okay now." His spirit said behind Tiffany, she ran to John's spirit and hugged him.
"John, I was so worried." Tiffany cried then it hit her, she and John were dead.
Tiffany screamed and woke up, sweating everywhere.
"Just a nightmare." Tiffany said breathing heavy. She looked at the computer and seen so far she written about twelve pages already.
"Is it? Is it really?" Said a voice inside her head. Tiffany took out her cell phone and called John.
"Hello?" John said like he just woken up, she looked at the clock and seen it was five am.
"John?"
"Tiff!" He screamed.
"John, I had this bad dream, it seemed so real though."
"It's alright, I'm here for you."
"Thanks." She smiled.
"So, why'd you leave and where are you."
"Stressed and none of you business."
"Stressed?"
"Yes, can a chica be stressed every once in a while."
"I wish I can see you soon."
"I wish I can see you now." She heard John chuckle.
"John! Why are you on the phone so early?" Someone screamed.
With John.
"I'm talking to Tiff, Eddie."
"Tell Eddie I said hey."
"Tiffany said hey," John said looking at Eddie.
"Tell her I said come back and I miss her, well I'm going back to sleep." Eddie turned and went back to sleep.
John heard Tiffany giggle.
"What's up with you?"
"Nothing, just thinking of you."
"Must be some thought."
"Oh, believe me it is." John heard Tiffany smile.
"John, I got to go, alright?"
"Cool, I'll talk to you later?"
"I'll call you one day this week, bye."
"Bye." John hung up his phone.
A/N: Okay, a pointless chapter, I know. It will get so much better, I swear. Review.