I was hanging out with Dave and the guys watching Smackdown. I was laying stomach down at the edge of the bed with Amy Christy and Stacy while Dave, Adam, Randy, Chris, and Shelton were scattered across the room around the bed and on the chairs.
"Hey BJ, there's your boyfriend." Shelton teased. I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at his head.
"Hey, he's NOT my boyfriend. We're just friends." I said.
"What ever BJ, you two talk like every day."
"So?"
"And you like him right?" Amy said, looking over at me.
"I don't know."
"Bullshit!" everyone shouted at the same time.
"What? I don't I mean, yeah, he's a nice guy, and I like hanging and talking to him, but that doesn't mean I like him."
"Jeff already told me you like him." Amy said, laughing.
"OH MY GOD, when he comes to visit again, I'm gonna kill him."
"No you're not." Dave said, stuffing his face with chips.
"Why aren't you like, super fat? You eat so much, yet you stay, well, like you." I said, looking at him.
"What? I have a fast metabolism." He said.
"No, he just works out every three hours." Randy said as Adam nodded.
"I need to start doing that." I said.
'What?"
"Working out."
"Why? You're a nice size." Stacy said.
"I'm a whale! I need to lose at least twenty."
"Why? I mean, you actually got some curvage to you…you're thick." Shelton said, smiling and looking at my ass.
"You think so?"
"Yeah, I mean, I think it's a nice size…I prefer my women to be at least a size 10/12; you know, have some meat on you." He said, causing everyone to laugh.
"He likes them healthy!" Chris smirked, stroking his scruffy looking beard.
"Chris?"
"What's up BJ?" he said.
"Could you PLEASE cut that thing off? You look so much better with a clean face."
"I want a change."
"Just don't let it get to the point where you can put it in a ponytail again."
"Yeah Chris, that's really gross looking." Christy added.
"Definitely." Amy said.
"I can't make any promises." Chris laughed.
"Dudes John's about to lose his chance at Mania!" Adam shouted. We all looked at the screen and saw John standing over JBL with a steel chair.
"DON'T DO IT MAN!" Randy shouted at the TV.
"NO!" I screamed at the same time as the Girls.
"DO IT!" Adam and Chris shouted. They hated JBL, and wanted to see him get clocked.
"STOP!" Dave and Shelton yelled. We all let out a collective sigh of relief when John put the chair down and just smirked.
"You can't see me! A-ha!" he said on the screen. Then he got up off the chair and walked backstage.
"If he would have clocked him, I might have punched him on Sunday." I said to Amy.
"I would have too!" Randy said.
"I'd have hugged him!" Chris laughed.
"Well, that's all for SD, Amy, shall we retire to our Suite?" I said, looking at the red head.
"Yeah, let's go. See you guys!" she smiled. Shelton and Dave, who were sharing a room, tried to kick us out, but we left too soon. Chris and Adam were sharing, and were across from Amy and Me. Christy and Randy's love shack was right next to us…so we could hear EVERYTHING…thin walls, you know.
"Could they be any louder?" I laughed.
"Yes they could…trust. You weren't here when they got super wasted that time in St. Louis and Randy invited us to stay at his place instead of paying for a hotel."
"Oh no, I can't imagine that…actually, I don't think I want to." I grimaced.
"It was hilarious."
I rolled my eyes and called John. I talked to him for a minute, then…
"OOH, I got an awesome idea! Come with me." She said. I jumped out of bed and followed her as she went down the hall to a pay phone and called the room.
"Yes, Mr. Orton? This is Ahmed at the front desk…we have received numerous complaints of noise coming from the room. I am calling to ask you to please turn your television down if you're going to watch dirty movies. Thank you." She said in a Middle-eastern accent. She hung up the phone and went back to our room trying not to laugh until we were completely inside the room.
"I can't believe you just did that!" I laughed.
"Well I need some sleep, and they were too loud for me to go to bed." She said simply.
"Night Amy…you're too much. We're flying to LA tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, but we have to go in a round about way…we have to fly from Atlanta to Denver, have a two hour lay over, then we can go to LA."
"Oh, okay. Nighty night."
"See ya girly."
We fell to sleep ten minutes later and didn't wake up till the next morning.
JOHN'S POV
"JJ!"
"Hey Mack, you ready to come out here?"
"Duh! Bad news though…The guys can't come…Shane's grounded, Chris is too, and the girls have a Cheerleading camp."
"What did Shane and Chris do?"
"Got suspended for beating up Lawrence Jones."
"Your boyfriend?"
"Ex."
"What happened?"
"I saw him kissing Diane Smith. Told Shane and Chris and they beat his ass."
"What did I tell you?"
"Sorry, I won't cuss. Congrats on keeping your cool big bro."
"Well, that's what I have to do so I can get my title…I'll do it." I laughed.
"Good! Now Jonathan, I'm warning you…don't go near that guy. He got you arrested, so you have no idea what else he can do."
"He can't beat me."
"Oh, I know John Boy. You're the best!"
"You're just saying that cause you're my sister!"
"I know."
"Oh, I really feel loved!" I laughed.
"For serious though John Boy you're the next WWE Champ, and I can guarantee it!"
"Thanks, Mack, I needed that."
"That's what a little sisters for!"
"What time am I meeting you at LAX?"
"Well, I have a lay over in Denver, but I'm supposed to land in LA at 4:00."
"Cool. I'll pick you up…me and, a friend of yours."
"Torrie?"
"Yeah, I'll bring Tor along…you got my cell number right?"
"John, what did I just call you on?"
"Good point."
"Duh."
"Call me when you're about to take off from Boston, when you're in Denver and one more time when you reach the terminal?"
"Yes father."
"Don't get smart little girl."
"I'm 15! I'm not a little girl!"
"Okay sweetie, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Kay JJ."
"Love you.'
"Love you too."
"See ya."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone laughing. My little sister was a riot. She was always able to make me laugh and smile no matter what. I was glad she was going to witness my first Title win. My cell rang and I didn't look at the caller id.
"Yo!"
"Yo? Is that how we're answering the phone now days?"
"Hey Brook! How's it going?"
"I'm alright…I have to get to LA tomorrow, and I need to sleep."
"So why aren't you?"
"Randy and Christy's Love Shack is next door."
"They're loud?"
"As all hell!"
"That sucks…you can't shut them up?"
"No."
"Man, too bad you can't sleep…now you're stuck talking to me…"
"I know…hey, good job on keeping that temper in check."
"Thanks…Mack said the same thing actually."
"That's because if you would have clocked him like you and Chris and Adam wanted you to, you wouldn't have your title match still."
"That's what kept me from doing it."
"So, how's life treating you Cena boy?"
"Alright…I have no complaints."
"Oh, I saw the commercial today!"
"For my album?"
"Yeah…looking good there!"
"Why thank you, I'm glad you approve!" I joked.
"Yeah well, go figure. I just might buy it instead of downloading it."
"You'd download my album?"
"No, I'm just joking…I'll buy it."
"You better."
"I better? I just might not."
"Don't get smart little girl."
"I'm 25 years old, I'm not a little girl."
"You sound like my sister."
"So?"
"Never mind."
"Oh, Amy has an idea to shut the rabbits next door up. I'll see you at Staples?"
"Probably before that."
"Good. See ya John."
"Peace out."
I hung up the phone and I fell asleep about ten minutes later.
BROOK'S POV
Going through airport Security is a real bitch in Denver. By the time I got through with my carry on, I only had 5 minutes to make it to my gate. I made it with about a minute or so to spare, and they were closing the door behind me when I heard some one call out.
"Wait! Hold the door!"
I turned around to see a girl about 14 years old running with a huge book bag on her back.
"Hold on, there's a kid coming." I said to the flight attendant.
"We're about to take off ma'am."
"Not with out that little girl." I said, pointing to the girl. She was about ten feet away. The flight attendant looked at me hard and I glared right back at her. She opened the door and the girl walked on smiling at me.
"Thank you…I would have missed this flight if you wouldn't have stopped it." She said.
"No problem…come on, let's get on this plane." We walked into the plane and looked at our tickets. We were right next to each other, and Amy was next to her. I had the window seat.
"Hey Aims,"
"I heard you yelling at someone…who was it?"
"Flight attendant…they were trying to leave this girl right here."
"Oh…come on, sit down.' Amy smiled at the girl. I looked back at her and she was staring at Amy.
"You're Lita!" she said finally.
"Yeah, but my friends call me Amy.'
"I'm a huge wrestling fan…I'm sorry if I seem a little star struck." She said, sitting down and buckling her seatbelt.
"She picked the right flight then, didn't she?" I laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"Stand up and look around the plane."
"Edge, the Hurricane, Shelton Benjamin, Christian, Tyson Tomko, Chris Jericho….I'm in the presence of like, all my favorites!" she squealed. "My all time favorite Diva is sitting right next to me!" she smiled.
"Thank you." Amy smiled.
"There's Stacy Keibler! Oh my gosh, Christy Hemme…I love my brother, he put me on the right flight!"
"You brother?"
"He's picking me up at LAX and taking me to see Mania." She said, staring at Shelton who was across the aisle from us.
"You exited?"
"Totally."
"We never introduced…I'm Brooklyn."
"Mackie."
"Mackie, is that short for something?"
"McKenzie, but I hate my name."
"Well, you're going to Mania in LA…if I was your age, I'd go bananas."
"I know, I am….wait a second…RANDIZZLE!" she screamed. Randy, who was two rows in front of us looked back confused, but when he saw Mackie and smiled.
"Short stuff! What are you doing here?"
"My brother's meeting me at LAX."
"Damn, I didn't know that…I thought you were coming with a bunch of friends?"
"The guys are grounded for beating up my ex boyfriend and the girls are going to a cheerleading camp."
"Uh, Ran…how do you know this girl?" Amy said.
"Her bro's like, my best friend."
"Oh,"
I looked at Mackie and I thought she was a really pretty girl. She had bright blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her ears stuck out slightly, and she was tall…for 14 or 15. She came up to about my shoulder. Something about her eyes seemed familiar to me though.
"I still can't believe JJ put me on this flight…" she said, leaning back into her chair as we took off.
"JJ?"
"My brother."
"Oh. I'm pretty sure he didn't know you were going to be on this one with Rando and the rest of the guys."
"Randizzle is like the greatest guy in the world. He's like a second brother to me."
That's when it clicked.
Flashback
"RANDIZZLE! Where you at homie?" a voice called.
"Johnny Bravo! I'm in here!" Randy called, jumping up and untangling himself from the three of us. Amy Christy and I just lay on the floor, laughing. We were tangled in the huge mass of red hair and my brown curly hair. Randy opened the door and There stood none other than John Cena.
End Flashback
"Randizzle…Wait a minute…is John your brother?"
"Yeah. John Cena."
"THAT'S why you look so familiar to me. You two look just alike!" Amy exclaimed.
"NO WE DON'T! I don't want to look like JJ."
"JJ?" Amy and I said at the same time.
"John Junior."
"I'm pretty sure BJ here has no problem with anyone who looks like your brother." Amy teased. I rolled my eyes and flipped her off over Mackie's head.
"Why? Are you into my big bro?"
"No."
"She's lying. She's SO into him."
"So why don't you make a move?"
"I've only known the guy like, a couple of days."
"Well, if it makes any difference, I approve. You're the complete opposite of chicks he usually dates…the painted up supermodel type, you know? I hate them…you're way more down to earth than those other bimbos."
"Well, I'm glad to have the approval of a 14 year old."
"I'm 15 and a half, thank you very much." She smirked.
"OOH, I like this girl!" Amy laughed.
Ladies and Gentlemen we have reached our cruising altitude of 33,000 feet. You may now use any authorized portable electronic devices if you wish.
"33,000 feet? Man, we're higher than Redman at the Source Awards!" Mackie sighed, closing her eyes. She started to panic a little and hyperventilate.
"Mackie? Come on baby girl, relax….that's it, and take deep breaths…" I said, rubbing her back.
"I….c-can't br-breathe…" she gasped, fear in her eyes.
"Come on, calm down….deep breaths. In your nose…yeah, and out your mouth…don't talk. In your nose and out your mouth."
"Put your hands on your head." Amy said, pressing the stewardess button.
"Can I help you ma'am?"
"Cold towels. Lots of them." I said, wiping the tears off of her face.
"I'm sc-sc-scared." She moaned. She was turning red.
"Calm down, you're doing fine…don't panic, don't panic, everything's gonna be okay, do you understand me?"
She just nodded, trying to slow her breathing. The stewardess brought me the cold towels and I had Amy keep wiping her face and back.
"Relax…just calm down, in your nose and out your mouth…that's all you have to do baby girl. Just calm down. Relax. Breathe. That's it."
Mackie started to calm down and her breathing slowly got to normal. I reached up and pushed the button that released the oxygen mask. I put it over her head and told her to keep breathing in her nose and out her mouth. The whole ordeal lasted about an hour. Ten minutes after I put the oxygen mask on her, she was asleep.
"How'd you know how to do that?" Amy said amazed.
"I DO have a degree in Sports Medicine Amy."
"Oh yeah! Hey, why didn't you just put the mask on her in the first place?"
"Too much pure oxygen right away would have sent her body into shock."
"Damn, that was some scary shit." Amy sighed, looking down at Mackie.
"I know…it happens to me all the time, that's why I knew what to do."
"What do you mean?"
"I have panic attacks some times…I hyperventilate when they happen."
"Glad you were here then…I had no clue what to do."
"I'm glad I was here too!" I laughed. I looked at the little girl in the seat next to me. She was sound asleep and she was wearing a crooked grin on her face that was identical to the one John wore when ever he cracked a corny joke.
"She's a cute kid."
"Ain't she?" Amy smirked, taking the mask off of her and placing it back in the compartment.
Ladies and Gentlemen, please buckle your seatbelts and replace chairs and trays to their upright position. We are ready to begin our initial decent into Las Angeles.
"LA, here I come…" I thought and I buckled mine and Mackie's seat belts.