I was a little nervous about going out with Dave and his friends, I mean; they're all a size 2…while I'm a 10, sometimes 12. I am not exactly the supermodel type. I didn't want to end up being the DUFF. For those of those who don't know about the DUFF, that was the Designated Ugly Fat Friend. You know the one in the group that's just there to make the others look better than they actually do. I sighed and adjusted my glasses. Then I stepped out of the bathroom. I was wearing a simple pair of black jeans and an off the shoulder black top that had writing on it that said 'Please stop interrupting me while I'm ignoring you' in blue letters. I had on black and blue tennis shoes, my hair was down, and I had on a black ATL hat.
"Looking good there baby cousin."
"Why thank you Davie." I joked.
"Davie?" Randy said, smirking.
"Wipe that arrogant smirk off your face Orton; only I can call him that…no one else or I'll be forced to kick your ass." I smiled sweetly.
"You, kick MY ass?"
"Well, Dave taught me how to fight, I took self defense classes, and if I can't kick your ass, I have a cousin who definitely can." I said off handedly.
"You're just mean."
"That's what they all say." I said at the same time as my cousin. We looked at each other and laughed.
"Let's just go meet the girls, huh?" Randy said, rolling his eyes.
We walked out of the locker room and to the Diva's locker room. I knocked on the door and we waited. Amy and Christy came out, both in mid drift halter tops and skirts of different styles. I groaned inwardly, I was the DUFF.
"Hey girly, cute top! Where'd you get it?" Amy smiled.
"Target." I said, pronouncing it like 'tar-zhea'
"Where?"
Dave started laughing.
"See Amy, my cousin here just got out of college so her favorite stores are Target and Wal-Mart. She just pronounces Target like you would in French. She's weird."
"I see…" Christy laughed. "But Target? I would have never thought."
"Well, that's top of the line for starving college kids…"
"I need to go there then….your outfit is AWESOME." Christy laughed.
Just then, another woman walked out of the Locker room.
"Hey there Randy, ladies. Dave." The tall blonde said smiling.
"Hey Stacy!" they chorused smiling.
"So, are you coming to the club with us tonight?" Randy asked, putting an arm around Christy.
"Yeah, Adam's pretty much begged me the whole night so I figured why not?" she said.
"Oh Stace, this is my cousin Brooklyn. Brook, this is Stacy Keibler." Dave said.
"Hi…wow, you're like, uber-tall." I said, eyeing her.
"I know, it gets annoying sometimes." She laughed.
"Well, let's go find the gang and get out of here." Randy said. We walked around, more and more people joining the group as we walked down the halls. Soon everyone was gathered and we headed out.
"Hey B, wanna ride with me?" Jeff asked, smiling down at me.
"Well, okay, but only because your hair is my favorite color." I teased. I rode with Jeff along with Matt, Adam, and Stacy. We fallowed Shelton's full car to this place called Jazzy's it looked awesome. We paid admission and went in.
So you know, I'm a rock girl. I'm not a huge rap fan but I'll dance to it. Some song or another was playing and I was dancing with Jeff, having a great time. Jeff always made me laugh…he was a real sweetheart. We were dancing to some song, and decided to take a break and went to the bar. I got a Smirnoff and Jeff got himself a shot of Southern Comfort. We drank our drinks and sat down for a while catching up. We were about to get up and dance again, when someone put their hands over my eyes. Out of instinct and reflexes, I shot my elbow back and hit whoever it was in the ribs. They groaned a little, and let me go. I turned around, and there was John Cena, looking a little surprised and slightly in pain.
"Oh my gosh, John, I'm so sorry!" I said, laughing.
"Hey, it's not funny." He pouted.
"Yeah, it kinda is…" I said at the same time as Jeff.
"What ever."
"Are you okay?" I said, looking up at him.
"Yeah, I'm cool…it takes more than that to get to me."
"I hope so, you being a wrestler and all."
"Ha, ha…wanna dance?" he said, offering me his hand.
"Alight, we can dance." I said, taking it and following him to the dance floor. It had a salsa type beat to it, (AN: The song I'm playing in my head while I'm typing this is "Culo" by Pit-bull and Lil John…I just love that song!) and being from Miami and spending every weekend in Little Havana during college allowed me to pick it up. We were having a blast, even though I was basically teaching John how to salsa. The song was over, and a slow song came on. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my hand. I turned around, and put my arms around his waist, burying my self in his chest. He put his arms around me, resting his chin on my head. We danced the whole song, and I don't know about him, but I would have loved to stay that way forever. The song cut off, and to my surprise, they started to play "Faint" by Linkin Park…one of my favorite songs. I looked over to the bar, and Jeff was already making his way over to me.
"John, I'm sorry, but this is Our Song…me and Jeff, that is." I said, looking up at him.
"No problem…I get it. Rock's not really my thing anyway." He said, walking away.
Jeff came over and we started jumping up and down, singing the song at the top of our lungs. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see John, Dave, Randy, and Shelton looking on confused. I looked over and Adam, Matt, Jason, and Chris were on the floor too…along with Amy, jumping. Jeff and I were nearly drunk, but not there yet, but I don't think Dave thought the same thing. He thought I was wasted, but he'd never partied with me. I walked back over to the bar and got a Corona…my favorite. I walked over to Dave, and smiled at him.
"Wasted enough?" he said, looking at me.
"Hey! I only had a Smirnoff and a shot of Southern Comfort. That's it big man. I'm nowhere near wasted!" I said, taking a swig of my Corona.
"But she's on the right direction!" Shelton laughed.
"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes.
We had a great time at that club. I rode with John back to the Hotel, mainly because the other cars were full of loud drunken maniacs. He came in my hotel room and we started to talk.
John and me really hit it off. He told me about his match at Mania, and I told him he was sure to win. I could see the determination in his eyes when he talked about it. I told him about how close me and Dave were, and he told me about his little sister.
"She's a riot, seriously. She's 14 years old, and she's already decided that she's gonna be a Singer, a Writer and a Diva." He said, laughing. We were sitting/laying across my bed listening to music.
"Let me guess, she can't decide, so she picked all three?"
"Yeah. She can sing her little tail off too. You wanna meet her?"
"Sure, she sounds like a blast."
"Well, she's coming to Mania. Her and some of her friends for Spring Break are hanging with the Smackdown Crew starting Wednesday until Monday when I'm putting them on the plane back home."
"Dude, you sound like the coolest big brother in the world!" I laughed.
"Well, I am." He said, like it was common knowledge or something.
"Well excuse Mr. Popularity." I laughed. I looked over at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost 7 am.
"Dude, do you realize we've been talking all night? I haven't done this since I went to summer camp hanging with Jeff!" I smiled.
"Wow, that's crazy. How long have you known Jeff?"
"Well, I met him when I was 12. He was in my group at this performing arts camp in Tampa that we both went to…he's been one of my best friends since then. I love him like a brother."
"He's kooky."
"No, he's not kooky, he's just unique."
"Once again, he's kooky."
"Alright, yeah, he is, just a little bit."
"A little bit?"
"Okay, a hell of a lot! Happy?" I laughed.
"That you admitted that your best friend was a weirdo?"
"You're an ass, you know that, right?"
"Yes, I do. And I've been told it's a nice ass too."
"WTMFI dude…WTMFI"
"WT…WTM…"
"Way Too Much Fuckin Information." I said, laughing.
"That's all you had to say, Ma."
"Oh my gosh, I love this song!" I said as I jumped up and turned the radio up. "Blurry" by Puddle of Mudd was on the radio. I sang along to the song, closing my eyes and flopping back down on my bed, letting the music flow through me.
"You like this stuff?" John said, once the song was over.
"Yeah, I'm a rock girl to the fullest."
"I can't get into it. I mean Adam, Chris, Dave, Randy, they've all tried to get me into it, but I just can't."
"Okay, now, this is a little out there, but, I think I could get you into rock, at least to like and be able to name some bands. Don't worry, I'm not gonna have you listening to Manson, that's just a little too hardcore for you."
"So who are you gonna try and get me to like then? Because I guarantee it won't work."
"Well, Linkin Park for one, uh, maybe some Motorhead, Our Lady Peace, ooh, Limp Bizkit, and POD. Oh yeah, Simple Plan and Blink 182."
"I have no idea who ANY of these groups are."
"Do you know who Kid Rock is?" I said, hopefully.
"Well, yeah, he's alright…sometimes."
"We'll start with Kid, Limp Bizkit, and Linkin Park then. They all incorporate Rock and Rap in their music." I said, getting up and going to my bag. I went to the stereo and put in Linkin Park's Hybrid Theory CD. I turned it to Track 6 and let John listen to it.
"You see, with rock, it's all about expression. Listen to the lyrics and feel the music." I said as 'In the End' filled the room. I watched as John started to nod his head to the beat as the song played.
"That wasn't half bad…"
"Its awesome! Okay, this one is one of my absolute favorite Linkin Park songs…" I said, switching to my Metorea CD. 'Faint' started to fill the room.
"I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard, hand full of complaints, but I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars. I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel but it's like no matter what I do I can't convince you to just believe this is real. So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do. Face away and pretend that I'm not, but I'll be here cause you're all that I've got." I said, head banging.
"Not bad…I like the words. The lyrics are great. I can relate to the lyrics a little." He said nodding his head as the song went off.
I can too…I love that song so much. It's my favorite." I smiled.
"Wait, you and Jeff's song?"
"You remembered."
"Yeah…the look on your face said it all. I can't dance to it, but I can listen to it."
"You have to know this one…" I said, putting on a Mixed CD and playing third song. Our Lady Peace's "Whatever" started to play and John laughed.
"Benoit."
"My favorite theme song." I said, smiling.
"Yeah, but it's not the best one." He said, smirking.
"No, it's not, the best one is HHH's…Motorhead rocks."
"HHH?"
"Well, no, I like Edge's music…its awesome!"
"What about mine?"
"It's a little too hip-hoppy, if you know what I mean." I teased.
"Hip hoppy? Now I know you're not partial to rap music."
"I'm not in love with it, but I do like to dance to it."
"Girl, you're crazy."
"I know, and I told you I'd get you to like rock."
"Well, yeah, you did say that didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did…and I was right." I said, smugly.
"Yeah, you did…hey; it's like, 8:00…you hungry?"
"I am a little bit…wanna hit the buffet down stairs?"
"Still in our club clothes?" he said, looking down at his Jersey and jeans.
"No, go on to your room and shower and I'll meet you in an hour?"
"Deal." He said, jumping up and putting on his shoes.
"See you in an hour?" I said, standing up.
"Yeah, an hour." He said. He pulled me into a hug, and then left. I ran to my bag and took out a pair of light blue track pants and a blue shirt that said 'I Do My Own Stunts' in black letters and clean underwear. I took a quick shower and put on my clothes. I pulled my hair in a ponytail and put on my locket and earrings. Then I checked my reflection and slipped on my black and blue tennis shoes again. I slipped my key card in my pocket along with my phone and left the room.
As I was walking down the hall towards the dining room, I saw Jeff standing at the elevator.
"Hey Jeffers," I smiled, standing next to him.
"Hey BJ. Why was Cena leaving your room earlier in the same clothes he partied in?" Jeff said, looking at me weird.
"No Jeff, nothing like that happened. We were talking all night. I mean ALL night. I even got him to listen to some Linkin Park and like it."
"Wow, you were able to do that?" he said amazed. "Amy and Adam have been trying for ever!"
"I know, he said it wouldn't happen, but I was able to do it."
"You like this guy don't you B?"
"A little…yeah I do."
"Just be careful, I heard he was a little bit of a player over on Smackdown."
"I got it Jeff…I'll be careful." I said, hugging him.
"I love ya BJ" he smiled.
"Love you too Jeffers, but I have a date." I smiled, getting off the elevator.
"With who?"
"John. We're going to breakfast."
"You just spent all night with the guy, you're not sick of him yet?"
"Not really, he's really easy to talk to. He is so funny, and I swear, he never really hit on me…not counting when he gave me his number that is, and he is a sweetheart. He's a great listener too Jeff. I swear I could talk to him forever."
"Oh well, now you can talk to him a little longer…here he comes now."
I turned around and he was walking towards us in a white t-shirt that said 'Property of G-Unit' in red letters with red Dickey shorts. He was wearing Red and white Air Force Ones and a red and white ATL fitted cap. He walked over and smiled.
"What's up, Ma?" he said, smiling. He gave me a hug and when we broke apart, I blushed a little when Jeff gave me this look.
"Hey John. Jeffers, I gotta go, but, we'll hook up later?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"See ya Hardy," John said putting a friendly arm over my shoulder. We walked into the Dining Room, and already in there was no other than my big cousin sitting at the table with Amy. John and I made our plates and joined them.
"What's up cuz?" I smiled, sitting down.
"Brook…Cena. Rumor has it that someone never made it to their room last night." Dave said, giving John a hard look. John and I looked at each other and laughed.
"Naw, Naw D, ain't nothing like that went down…we was talking all night, I swear."
"Talking?" he said, looking at me.
"Davie, I swear, nothing happened. We were both in our club clothes two hours ago." I said looking at him.
"Davie?" John and Amy said, snickering.
"Don't start…that's my name for him Jonathan…I'll kick your ass if you call him that." I said.
"YOU, kick MY ass…Oh, I'd LOVE to see that one, Ma…"
"Oh, we'll see eventually." I said, picking at my food.
"You gonna eat that?" Dave said, pointing at the sausage on my plate.
"No, you can have it.' I said, turning my plate towards him. Dave grabbed the sausages and shoveled them in his mouth. I was about a quarter of a way through my plate when I started yawning.
"Tired?" Dave asked, smirking
"Yeah, I am."
"Well if John wouldn't have kept you up all night…" Amy said, laughing.
"Now that just sounded so wrong." I laughed.
"Come on, I'll walk you upstairs."
"Thanks Amy, you're a doll."
"Yeah, that's what they all say, now get your ass up out of the chair." She said, pushing me out of the chair.
"Well, see you later?" I said, looking at John.
"Nope, gotta get on the road, Smackdown."
"Oh, well then it was nice meeting you John Cena," I smiled.
"It was nice meeting you too, Brooklyn Kessler." John said, kissing my cheek. I blushed slightly and walked to the elevator with Amy.
JOHN'S POV
I looked over at Dave who was looking at me suspiciously.
"What?"
"You like my baby cousin, don't you?"
"Yeah, I like her man. She's smart, and, and funny, and she can actually hold a conversation. She's not an airhead like most of the Divas are... She can hold her own, and she speaks her mind."
"That's my Brookie."
"I honestly don't think I've ever laughed that much unless I was hanging with Mack. I think I really like this girl…"
"Well, if you like her man, tell her. And I'm warning you man, do not play my cousin…what I do to Hunter on Sunday, will be a walk in the park compared to what I do to you if you screw over my baby cousin John. She's like my baby sister…and I'll kill someone when it comes to her." He said, looking at me.
"Man, I'm telling you, I'm almost ready to throw away my Player's Card for her. She's amazing."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah." And I was too. I had a thing for Ma, and I wouldn't hurt her like that, if Dave gave me his blessing.
"I've known you a long time John, and I've never known you to be a one woman man. But I'm gonna give you a shot because you're one of my best friends. Here's Brook's cell number. Call her sometime, and set something up. I'm trusting you man….you hurt her, I'll kill you."
"If I hurt her, I'll let you kill me." I said, looking at him. I finished eating and then went to my room and got ready to leave. I had to make it to Houston, Texas in two days for Smackdown. I jumped in my truck and drove off.