Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I begged the Christmas and birthday fairies for Randy Orton and John Cena but they were a no go. I own the ideas used in this story and the main original characters of Corey and Teresa. I only own those because I am the writer. So please feel free to read and review.
Chapter 1John Cena walked into his living room and smiled at the sight he saw. His best friend Corey Callaway was dancing around cleaning. He noticed her attire and shook his head. She was wearing one of his older WWE shirts that was camouflage and said you can't see me along with a pair of khaki Capri's. Her long reddish brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. He walked over to the stereo and turned it off. Corey turned around and smiled as she saw him.
"Felix!"
"Hey CC."
Corey ran and jumped into his arms and laughed as he spun her around.
"So how long ya here?"
"Why are you cleanin?"
"I asked my question first."
"So?"
Corey playfully punched his shoulder.
"I'm here for a few minutes. I gotta run over to Bass Camp to meet with 7L, Esoteric, The Freakas, Trademarc, and DJ Chaos."
"Ok. And I'm cleanin cause some dude left a message on your machine sayin he was comin to visit."
"What guy?"
"I don't know. I didn't listen to it all. By the time I stopped the vacuum cleaner all the guy said was I'll see you soon at your house."
John nodded and walked over to his answering machine. He pressed the play button and listened to the message.
"Hey man it's Orton. Got your message about visiting. I hope it's ok if I come now cause I'm fixin to board the plane as I speak. I got something I need your advice on. See you when I get to your house."
John sighed in frustration. Randy was on his way here, but John wouldn't be here.
"CC how long are you gonna be here?"
"For another hour or two cause I got some of your laundry goin. Why?"
"The guy on the message was my friend Randy Orton. He's on his way here. If you're still here when he gets here bring him over to Bass Camp with you later."
"How'd you know I'd be goin there when I finished here?"
"Cause Trademarc is there."
Corey hit John in the back of the head as she walked by him. She'd never met Randy officially since him and her dad were on two different shows, but she knew of him. She'd thought he was hot and seemed like an ok guy, but didn't know how he'd feel about her since him and her dad were rivalries in the WWE.
"Ok I'll do that. But you so owe me."
"Why?"
"You just do…"
John nodded and then noticed a diaper bag next to the couch.
"Hey who's bag?"
"Marc's son CJ. I've got him in the portable crib upstairs. I gotta take him with me to Bass Camp…that's why I'm originally goin there. Leslie was supposed to be watchin him this morning for Marc but the people doin that job interview for her moved it to today, so she dropped him off here. I'm takin him to Marc later."
John nodded, kissed her cheek, and left. An hour and a half later Corey was loading everything up in her Chevrolet Tahoe when she heard another car pulling up. Randy Orton pulled up in John's driveway and noticed a woman wearing a black zip up hoodie, a white tank top, baggy black sweat pants, black flip flops, and a Chain Gang hat loading up a vehicle. He smiled as he watched her bending over to pick up a bag.
"So what'd he do to screw up?"
Corey turned around confused and looked at the man standing in front of her. He was wearing a black tank top, khaki cargo shorts, and black flip-flops. She noticed his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.
"What'd who do to screw up?"
"Cena…he's got a girl packing her stuff into her vehicle. Makes me think he did something to screw up."
Corey couldn't help but start laughing. She quickly stopped when she noticed she'd offended him.
"Ok first off if he did something to screw up his ass would get handed to him. You must be Randy."
"Yeah."
"Nice to meet you. I'm John's friend Corey...keyword there friend."
Randy shook her hand and Corey blushed at the smirk on his face, as he once again looked her over.
"Why don't you come inside?"
Randy nodded and grabbed his bag from the trunk of the rental car. He felt stupid after he found out the woman he thought was a now ex of John's was only one of his best friends. He followed her inside and admired her backside once again. She led him to the guest room and noticed how the smirk on his face vanished. He was staring at the baby confused. Corey walked over and picked up the baby who'd begun crying. She began to softly sing close to his ear and Randy watched in amazement as the baby soon stopped crying. After placing the pacifier back in the baby's mouth, Corey looked at Randy.
"Randy this is John's cousin's son Christopher James…or as we call him CJ."
Randy smiled as the little baby wrapped his hand around Randy's index finger.
"I've been ordered to bring you with me to Bass Camp. John's there with the guys."
"Do you live here with John?"
"Hell no. I come clean, cook, and do his laundry sometimes if he's got too busy of a schedule. Plus he's having a barbecue tomorrow so he called me after the show yesterday and begged me to come clean and stuff. Although I think he forgot that earlier when he showed up."
Randy nodded knowing that was John sometimes.
"Is there anything I can carry to your car?"
"Can you fold up that crib and take it out there?"
"Sure."
As Randy bent over a little to fold up the crib, Corey pulled a page out of Randy's book and admired his body.
'Damn…'
After loading up the vehicle, locking up John's house, and buckling CJ in his car seat Randy and Corey left to go to Bass Camp. When they got there Corey got out and went to get CJ out of his car seat. When she was leaning in Randy noticed she had a tattoo on the small of her back. He couldn't quite see what it was, so he asked her.
"Since I've kinda got my hands full with CJ you'll have to look for yourself."
Randy smirked and Corey could just bet that behind his sunglasses his eyes were sparkling with mischief. Randy pulled up the bottom of her shirt and still wasn't able to see all of it. He placed a hand above the waistband of her pants and lightly pulled down a little. He finally was able to see all of her tattoo. While Randy was glancing at her tattoo, which consisted of yellow roses with stems twisted into the letters CC, Corey was praying her heartbeat would slow down. As soon as he'd placed his hands on her back to pull up her shirt, her heart beet had increased.
"Wow. That's nice. Any others?"
"Thanks my dad took me to get them. Yeah there's another one but you'll have to wait until my arms are free."
"Why?"
"Cause it's on my shoulder and I can't pull my shirt down to show you."
Randy smirked and walked up right behind her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used his other free hand to pull at the sleeve of her hoodie. He then pulled down the strap of her tank top to see a small tattoo of a blue moon and a yellow star that wore a smile. He traced it with the tips of his fingers just as he'd done to the one on her back. He didn't know what overcame him. He was never like this with a woman. Sure his wrestling character was cocky, but the real Randy wasn't really like that.
"What the fuck?"
Inside Bass Camp John turned his head when he heard his cousin Marc's question.
"What?"
"That…"
John got up and looked out the window his friend was staring out of. He noticed Corey, CJ, and Randy in the parking lot. He looked at Marc and noticed an angry and jealous look on his friend's face.
'For someone who doesn't like CC he sure does look jealous.'
Soon Randy, Corey, and CJ entered Bass Camp and went right into where everyone was. The guys greeted the two adults and Corey walked over to John and Marc.
"Hey runt."
Corey hit Marc in the back of the head and then handed him CJ. She told him thatLeslie said she'd be there in twenty minutes to pick him up.
"Hey CC, you and Randy get along ok?"
Corey looked at Randy and saw he was looking at her with a confused and shocked look.
"Wait this is little CC?"
Corey looked at John and began to wonder what he'd told Randy. She then noticed the way he was looking at her and Randy and it began to come together. This had all been one huge setup. She knew he must've been planning this since she'd told him she thought Randy was hot and how she loved his tattoos.
"Was I not what you were expecting Randy?"
Randy sat down on the couch next to her and shook his head smiling.
"John just kept saying his little CC. I was expecting a little child…not a young woman."
"You worded that nicely. Good job."
An hour later while the guys were all laying down a few tracks, Corey began to get tired. Randy noticed and placed his arm behind her on the couch.