Author's notes/disclaimer: I don't own jack! Don't sue me, coz even if you do you wont get much am broke, hey its Christmas wat did ya expect! Any who I don't own any of the WWE superstars or Brooke for that matter, only Mel and Jodie. They all belong to Vince and well Brooke's parents. Well you know the rest. Please R&R, its ma first fanfic.

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Chapter 1 Hotties!

Brooke was lying perfectly positioned, waiting for the sun to tan her already golden skin, with her long blonde hair tied back into a messy ponytail, a Von Dutch cap slung on top of her head, with an iPod earphone in one ear, the other one supposedly listening to her best friend, Jodie, but really listening out for a hottie's voice. She was mid song, Kelly Clarkson, Miss Independent as a matter of fact, when she heard it. A slow, American, husky drawl.

'No, no, okay, I suppose, would do…' it stopped. 'Hot, holy hell she a hottie!'

'What? You need a girl, man!' Another one, softer, more boyish than the first. 'God she IS hot!'

'What are you guys jabbering on about?' Boston? Brooke thought. 'Whoa! She's mine.' Brooke finally couldn't take no more, she sat up slowly in attempt to look like she was looking for the lotion bottle, but looked up to find three men she knew very well indeed, but they had never met her before. All of them in their twenties, all of them gazing down at her. She smiled sweetly.

'Could one of you boys rub this into my back?' Brooke fluttered her eyelashes slightly.

'Sure thing.' The blonde one, the one Boston boy, strike that West Newbury, the one with the gorgeously toned body, hidden under a football jersey, and big crystal; blue eyes, knelt down to help Brooke. As he rubbed in the white lotion, Brooke let off a soft moan. 'You like this?' He asked cockily, as the other two dragged three sun beds over the sand next to Brooke and Jodie, Brooke smiled.

'Yup, so what's your name?' Brooke knew exactly what it was, she knew quite a bit about him and his friends, lets just say she was a major chain gang solider.

'John. John Cena. You?' He said smoothly while running his hands over her soft back.

'Well Champ, you may know my Dad and my Godfather.' She rolled onto her back, smiling while propping herself up on her elbows.

'Them being?' John asked raising his eyebrows.

'Erm, Hulk Hogan and Vince McMahon.' She bit down on her bottom lip.

'No way! So you're the infamous Brooke Hogan.' He stood up and took off his jersey to reveal that oh so stunning torso that Brooke loved so much; she took her chance to look him up and down, and blushed when he caught her.

'Yup that's me. And, well you are the champ, that's the Legend Killer,' She said waving a hand in Randy's direction. 'And the gorgeous kid over there with that boyish smile and vibrant green eyes would be Jeffery Nero Hardy!' Brooke almost whispered the last of her sentence.

'You a little bit of a fan, like?' John sat on the sun bed that Randy, 'The Legend Killer,'

Orton had brought him. 'Thanks Randz.'

'Little bit.' If by little bit you mean HELL YEAH! Then yes, a little bit, Brooke thought to herself as John lay down on his front.

'You gotta return the favour now.' John smirked as he threw her the lotion bottle, not actually expecting her to get up, but him, Randy and Jeff all sat there in amazement as Brooke straddled John's ass and applied the cool lotion to his muscled back. John turned his head to stick out his tongue while Brooke's hands slid all over his back.

'Who's ya friend?' Randy suddenly perked up, Brooke realised that Randy was the first to call her a hottie. 'You know, the brunette.'

'Who, Jodie?' Brooke asked.

'Yeah.' Orton agreed as Brooke slid off Cena and walked over to the iPod listening Jodie. She ushered Randy over and positioned him in front of her best friend, before returning to

sit on John's lap, his arm snaked over her shoulder. On cue, Jodie started yelling.

'Get the hell outta my sun, girl!' She open her eyes to see Randy staring down at her.

'Before I kick your… oh sweet Jesus!' She whispered off.

'Hey, I'm Randy-'

'Gorgeous Orton, I know.' Jodie watched, star struck, amazed as Randy sat in Brooke's place. Randy chuckled.

'HOLD UP! Why is Brookie sitting on Cena's lap?' Jodie sat bolt upright. Her eyes growing to the size of dinner plates. 'No way! This totally isn't happening to me!' She squealed. Jeff looked over to make sure that the sexually frustrated Orton hadn't already pounced on the poor girl. The charismatic enigma found the brunette gazing straight at him. God, she's gorgeous, Jeff thought to himself.

'Hey.' He blushed, Man, he had only said one word to her and he was nervous.

'Ohmigoodgod!' Jodie started hyperventilating.

'What's wrong?' Jeff asked as both him and Brooke got up in an attempt to calm Jodie down, but were too late as she fell back from her seated position to smack her head on the sand below her. 'Shit.' Both Cena and Randy got up and attempted to help Brooke and Jeff.

A/N: ok so this is, like ma first fanfic, plz r&r and if possible plzzzz b nice x A x