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Lita looked on as John took his spot at the line. Would she outright admit that she was staring at his ass? No, but that wasn't the point. The point was, they had been at the bowling alley long enough to finish one game and they were currently on the fourth frame of the second game. And since the last game had ended surprisingly in a dead tie, the two agreed to a tie breaker. But, not without stipulations. The stipulations for this game, were that when bowling, one had to do the classic kid style; kneel and push the bowling ball instead of a traditional, under hooking style.

"You're bein' awful quiet over there," John mentioned as he bent forwards at the waist. "Should I be worried?"

The redheaded Diva rolled her eyes, "Nah, just thinking that's all."

John raised a brow, but rather than addressing the Diva then, he sent the ball down the lane…and into the gutter. "Damn it."

Lita smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she hopped down from the bench. "You were the one who suggested this stupid stipulation."

John rolled his eyes, stepping aside so Lita could claim her bowling ball. "It's betta than your idea."

The redhead rolled her eyes right back, "Yeah? You'd probably have better luck bowling with your eyes closed."

"You'd probably have better luck bowling with your eyes closed." John mimicked easily, "I'm just playin' nice…letting you win an' all that."

Lita rolled her eyes, "Yeah...I'm sure that's all it is Cena." The Diva shook her head, bending at the waist once her toes had lined up with the line. "Just watch and learn."

John smirked mischievously, "Oh I'll watch alright."

"Pervert."

"Tease."

"Wanna-be."

"Woman, I'll have you know I am the real thing."

Lita tossed a triumphant look over her shoulder, the bowling ball connecting successfully with the 1 pin, and proceeding to knock down all but one. "Is that so?"

"Very much so," John raised a challenging brow, "I'll prove it…right here, right now."

The redhead blinked, "I don't think that's necessary…maybe after I beat you."

John rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah…keep on dreamin'."

Lita snorted, "If any of us is living in denial? It's you." The Diva picked up her bowling ball, lining up her toes with the line once more. "I've got you beat so bad."

"Wanna make a little bet on this?"

"Maybe, what's the terms?"

"You call."

"You're the one proposing this silly little, and might I add…worthless, bet." Lita smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she sauntered back to the bench. "So, you call the terms."

"Alright," John shrugged it off, making his way over to collect his bowling ball. "How about the loser hasta…"

"Before you even think it?" The redhead raised a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. "I am not agreeing to any type of 'you show me mine, I'll show you yours' type of thing."

John snorted, "What kinda low class, punk do you take me for?"

"I never said that, did I?" The Diva stated easily, "So don't get your panties in a bunch."

"I ain't wearin' no panties." John stated with a smirk, "I'll prove that to ya."

Lita rolled her eyes, "It was a figure of speech." She shook her head, watching him casually from the corner of her eye. "Anyway, are you gonna call terms or have you realized how pointless this bet is?"

John just shook his head, taking his time as he lined up the ball before he sent it rolling down the aisle…for a strike. "You were sayin'?"

The Diva rolled her eyes, "So you got lucky, big deal."

John huffed, polishing his nails on his shirt then. "Well get used to that woman, cuz my luck is about to change."

"Yeah okay, whatever." Lita shook her head, hopping down from the bench again. "Terms?"

"You're so eager for this bet…why don't we both name a term."

"That's just ridiculous, you called for the bet so you call the terms." The Diva stretched her arms overhead, sending a look over her shoulder. "It's really not that hard you know."

"I know that." John stated easily, "Just tryin' to think of something interesting since you claim there's nothing to do in Sanford."

Lita snorted, "There's not…plain and simple. Like I said, the closest major city is Raleigh and-"

"But you said we weren't gonna be back to your house 'till tomorrow."

"Your point?"

"How far is it to New Orleans?"

"Are you insane?" Lita rolled her eyes, lining up her toes then. "You were worried before about 'stealin' Jeff's car, if we drive from here to New Orleans."

"Ah, but you said we borrowed, with permission."

"Yeah, for a night."

"So? If we drive all night, it'll take us a night to get there."

"You're crazy."

"You're scared."

"I am not scared." The redhead scowled as the ball went rolling into the gutter. "Planning a road trip to New Orleans, I can definitely see myself doing that…if it's with someone I know."

"You sayin' you don't know me?"

"Not enough to drive all the way there with you."

"Okay…how 'bout Myrtle Beach then?"

"I still don't know you that well."

"Then what do ya wanna know?"

The redhead shrugged, "Where are you from?"

"West Newbury, Mass…you?'

"Ft. Lauderdale, Florida." The redhead propped her elbows on her knees, cupping her chin in her hands as she watched on. "Siblings?"

"Second of five boys." John stated with a wry smile, "You?"

"One brother…what were you like as a kid?"

John shrugged, picking up his bowling ball. "Wild, not really a brat, but I was wild…played sports, an' all that."

The Diva nodded, "I'm not too surprised by that."

"An' what about you? No offense here, but you strike me as the tomboy type."

Lita snorted, "None taken, believe me. I was a tomboy…that girly shit ain't my style."

"Did you play any sports?"

The redhead nodded, looking on with disdain for a moment as the bowling ball knocked down five pins. "Swimming mostly, but I just liked bein' outdoors…or at least doin' something."

"You look like that free spirit type ya know? More liable to kick someone's ass before ya let them boss ya around."

"Damn straight about that…you don't strike me as the type to take orders either."

"I wouldn't say I have a problem with authority or nothing…just that I like to do my own thing."

"Which is how people should live." Lita stated reasonably, "I mean, otherwise we might as well live in cages or something…but even then, it's not right. No matter how much we try to separate ourselves from animals, we're all living, breathing creatures."

"Couldn't agree with ya more." John stated with a smile, the ball sent down the lane to knock down four more pins. "You're up."

The redheaded Diva nodded, moving from the bench then. "So…in the off chance that you do win, what are the terms?"

"You come with me to Myrtle Beach, since you say the Big Easy is too far of a drive for ya."

The redheads shoulders lifted in a shrug as she picked up her bowling ball. "Whatever…but you hafta explain this all to Victoria and Rob."

He grinned, "I'll just tell them we're on our way to Vegas an' that we're getting hitched at one of those drive through chapels or something."

"You wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?"

Lita snorted, lining up her toes. "Well you can definitely push that thought to the far recesses of your mind."

"You have a nice ass, you know that?"

The redhead gasped, dropping the ball with a thud. "You did that on purpose!"

"Or I'm just statin' the obvious. I mean, come on now, I'm a guy. Am I not supposed to notice?"

"If you're going to comment on it, then you could've at least waited." Lita stated with a scowl, "I bet you did do that on purpose."

"An' you're gonna try an' tell me you haven't been looking at my ass?"

"Cheeky monkey."

John smirked, "Is that a yes or a no."

Lita rolled her eyes, concentrating instead on connecting the bowling ball with the 1 pin. "You figure it out."

"Look, I'm sorry if I offended you or something but I mean it…you do have a nice ass."

"And this is supposed to make me feel better how?"

John shrugged, a sheepish smile in place. "When was the last time someone told you have a nice ass?"

"I really don't think that's any of your concern Cena." Lita rolled her eyes, frowning a touch when the ball veered sideways.

"So, you didn't answer my question…have you been looking at my ass?"

Lita shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe…maybe not."

"That is one thing I don't get 'bout you women…" John shook his head, "Can't give a guy a straight answer."

"Fine, you want an answer? Yes…I have been looking at your ass…Happy now?"

"And?"

"And what?"

"Do these jeans make me look fat?"

The redhead couldn't help but laugh at that moment.

"You laughin' at me now?"

"No." The redhead managed between a gasp for air. "It's just…the way you said that, the look on your face.."

John raised a wary brow, "What?"

"You reminded me a little of Jeff, that's all."

"In a good way or a bad way?"

Lita rolled her eyes, "Good way…"

"Okay then," John shrugged it off, lining up his toes with the line. "Is this a good enough view for ya?"

"Perfectly fine."

"So, are you drivin' to Myrtle Beach or am I drivin'."

"Who said you're gonna win?"

John smirked as the ball went rolling down the lane, another knockdown of all but one pin. "That, plus the fact that you've had a gutter ball in the last two frames."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Lita waved it off dismissively, "I can still win."

"We'll see about that." John stated confidently, "You'll need a near perfect game for the rest of this."

Lita scoffed, "You doubt my abilities?"

"No, but I don't doubt mine either…and right now, my abilities are outshining yours."

"Whatever," Lita stated as she hopped down from the bench. "How do you know I didn't drop the last two frames on purpose?"

"Anyway, how long is it gonna take to get from here to Myrtle Beach?"

"About three hours or so." The redhead replied as she lined up her toes. "At this rate, we'll get there a little after midnight."

"You go there often?'

The redhead shrugged, "Not as often as I used to, but yeah…it makes for a nice overnight trip."

"When was the last time you went?"

Lita frowned, "With Matt, Jeff and Trish."

John winced, "Sorry I asked…"

"It's not your fault so don't sweat it." Lita shrugged it off easily, turning then to resume her spot on the bench. "I doubt I'm gonna catch up so…"

"You wanna just leave now then?"

"Works for me I guess."

John raised a brow, picking up the bowling ball she had been using along with his. "We don't have to go if you don't want to…I was only kidding."

"Nah…Jeff's been on my case anyway to go back there."

"But Jeff ain't here."

"No, but we're usin' his car so in a way, he is."

John shrugged, setting the bowling balls back on the rack. "I'm serious though, if you ain't crazy about this whole thing, then we'll just head back to your place."

"Are you backing out on me now? I can just drop you off at my house an' I'll just go alone."

"By yourself?"

"No Cena, I was planning takin' one of the plastic flamingos that Jeff stuck on my roof for company."

John smirked, "I am far more interesting company than a plastic flamingo…an' probably better looking too."

Lita rolled her eyes, patting him condescendingly on the cheek. "You go ahead and think that…"

"Shoot down my confidence."

The redhead raised a brow, placing a hand on the wall so she could remove one of the bowling shoes. "You don't seem to be lacking in that department."

"That ain't the only place."

"Anyway…" Lita rolled shook her head, picking up the pair of bowling shoes by the heels. "We've got a full tank of gas, still got some snacks and stuff so we shouldn't have to stop anywhere from here to…"

John's stomach protested loudly. "Would it be okay if we stopped by a diner or something?"

The redhead merely shrugged, setting the bowling shoes on the counter. "I don't see a problem with it…just the later we leave here, the later we'll arrive."

"So? If it all comes down to it, we'll just sleep in the car."

"Whatever." Lita stated then, the redhead slipping her shoes back on. "So…"

"So…"

"Myrtle Beach or…"

"Your call."

"I'm driving."

John tossed the car keys to her. "Then we're off….after we get something to eat."

"Right right, I'm sure we'll find someplace along the way." Lita tossed her hair over her shoulder. "So…let's go."

John merely nodded, following the redhead to the car. He really hadn't been entirely serious when he said they should drive to Myrtle Beach. But, then…he thought, maybe it was what she needed. Just to escape the real world, if only for a little while. He only hoped that Jeff, Victoria and Rob would be understanding when he called from Myrtle Beach.

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Author note: Okay, I'm sorry for the delay in getting this piece updated. Right now, I'm guesstimating somewhere between a short and long series.

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