Chapter 2

Lily awoke early the next morning to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She stumbled out of bed searching blindly for it and finding it stuffed in the bottom of her purse.

"Hello?" she croaked, rubbing the sleep from her blue eyes.

"Wake up, hun, it's time to get ready to accompany me to the gym!" her father sang in the other line in his deep voice.

"Ugh, Dad, can't you just go by yourself?"

"No, I want you to come with me, become the social butterfly I raised you to be. "

"Go away," Lily mumbled and hung up the phone.

She fell back onto the bed with a tired sigh and rubbed her eyes again. The clock next to her read seven thirty and she groaned. Her cell phone rang again and she picked it up, knowing it was her father.

"Okay Dad I'm up! Now leave me alone!" she snapped into the receiver.

"Very good, Lily, I'll meet you in the lobby."

"Fine," she growled and hung up once more.

This time she got up off her bed and proceeded to take a quick shower and pull on a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt. She made her way to the lobby where her father was waiting with Paul and John.

"Look who decided to join us this lovely morning!" Paul said sarcastically as Lily stepped out of the elevator.

"Very funny," she growled, pulling her hair into a ponytail and following the three men out to the parking lot.

"I'll take Lily to the arena in my car, since she doesn't seem to be too thrilled with you two right now," John offered politely, glancing at Lily hopefully.

"That's fine," Glen nodded as he climbed into his rental with Paul.

"Is it okay with you?" John asked Lily quietly.

She shrugged, not really caring, and climbed into John's rental. The two followed Glen and Paul to the arena to use the gym before that nights show.

"So, why are you traveling with your dad in the first place?" John asked curiously, glancing at Lily as he drove.

"I took a year off after I graduated high school and couldn't figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I always told my parents I'd wanted to travel so my dad took it upon himself to nudge me in the right direction. So, now I'm stuck with him for the next six or so months," Lily explained unenthusiastically.

"You make it sound like a nightmare, we're not that bat," John assured her.

"I have yet to be proven wrong," she replied flatly.

"That's not what it seemed like yesterday," John grinned as he pulled into the arena parking lot.

Lily opened her mouth in protest but could not say anything for John had parked and climbed out of the car.

"Fine, I did have fun yesterday, but that doesn't mean anything!" Lily objected, chasing John into the arena.

All John did was smirk as he led her through the halls to the fitness center where Glen and Paul were warming up. John joined them as Lily lay down on one of the padded benches in the middle of the room. She closed her eyes and tried to fall back to sleep, but was shaken awake only a few minutes later. Her eyes snapped open and she growled at the sight of her father.

"No sleeping, the other wrestlers will be joining us shortly," he said, shaking her.

"Come on, Dad," Lily whined, sitting up slowly.

"You have to be awake, hun, your uncle's coming with the SmackDown roster, he hasn't seen you in ages."

Lily rolled her eyes and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them and yawning, "I hope we're not doing this every day, because this whole waking up early thing isn't working."

"Waking up early is nothin, I've gone almost a week without sleep before," John put in from where he was lifting weights in the corner.

"That's not healthy, you shouldn't do that," Lily advised.

John opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by just about half the Raw roster walking into the gym. Chris Masters was the first to approach Lily, a bright smile on his face.

"Good morning, my beautiful Flower," he smiled, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it.

Lily glanced at John nervously and withdrew her hand from Chris's, "Good morning Chris, I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me 'Flower'."

"Why not?" John asked curiously, sitting down behind her on the bench.

"Because that's not my name," Lily said sharply.

"You're just grumpy that you had to wake up early, ignore her, Chris," John smiled, hugging Lily from behind.

"Ew, Ew, Ew, get off!" she exclaimed, trying to wriggle out of John's grip. "You're all sweaty, let me go!"

John laughed and let her go, moving to another corner of the gym to continue his workout. Lily glared at him moodily, crossing her arms over her moderately sized chest in annoyance. Trish wandered over and sat down next to her, accompanied by Ashley and Torrie.

"Hey, girl," Trish smiled, wrapping a towel over her shoulders.

"Hey you three, what's up?" Lily said, her mood shifting, her aggravation at John melting away.

"The SmackDown roster should be here any minute, we'll introduce you to the important people, alright?" Torrie said energetically.

Lily nodded and Ashley piped up, "I can't wait to introduce you to Matt, he's such a great guy."

"That's only because he's your boyfriend," Trish teased. Ashley stuck her tongue out at her as Torrie and Lily laughed.

"Look here comes Randy, he's always the first one to show off," Trish sighed as a tall, handsome, blue eyed man waltzed into the gym followed by a group of men Lily assumed were from SmackDown.

"Yo, Randy!" John called from behind where Lily and the three Divas were grouped.

"John, how's it going?" Randy smiled, moving toward him. He noticed the four women sitting on the bench and paused, his gaze falling on Lily. "And who is this, a new Diva?"

"That's my daughter, Lily, no, she's not a Diva," Glen piped up from another side of the gym.

"Dad, I'm perfectly capable of introducing myself , thanks," Lily snapped before holding her hand out to Randy confidently, "Lily Jacobs, pleasure to meet you. "

"Randy Orton, the pleasure is all mine," he smiled, kissing the back of her hand and winking before joining John on the equipment.

"Lily? Is that you?" a deep voice asked from the entrance to the gym.

She looked up at her name and smiled as she saw her uncle moving toward her. She jumped to her feet excitedly and ran to him, her smile wider than ever, her blue eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Uncle Mark!" she squealed, running into his arms and hugging him. "It's been so long, I haven't seen you in ages!"

"My you've grown into such a beautiful young woman. Glen, keep up the good work!" the Deadman smiled, glancing over at his half-brother.

"Thanks," Glen laughed and continued with his workout.

Mark hugged Lily once more before introducing her to the SmackDown roster and making sure she met everyone. He then let her go back to Trish, Ashley and Torrie, who were waiting for her, Ashley clutching the hand of who she was told to be Matt Hardy.

"Lily, this is Matt," Ashley said excitedly, kissing him on the cheek.

"I know, hi, Lily Jacobs," she smiled and the two shook hands.

After all the introduction had finally been made, Lily had a chance to get off by herself while the others got ready for the show that night. She wandered through the arena halls humming a quiet tune to herself as she strolled.

"Hey, Lily, wait up!" a voice called behind her.

She turned to see John rushing to catch up with her so she stopped and waited, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"So, what do you think so far, after meeting everyone on both rosters?" John asked as he caught up to her.

"I really can't say, I haven't gotten the chance to really get to know anyone besides my uncle," Lily shrugged as she resumed her stroll.

"Well, I'd like to get to know you better too, so let's call it even, alright, Flower?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Then you can't call wrestlers 'meat heads', okay?" John said, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm still thinking about that, I still have not been proven wrong," said Lily slyly, he ice blue eyes watching John closely.

"Okay, come to dinner with me, tonight before the show and I'll prove to you I'm not a 'meat head' your so convinced wrestlers like me are."

Lily pretended to think for a moment, the smile playing at her lips brightening her features, "Alright, I'll take you up on that offer."

"Good, I'll come get you at six, alright?"

"You got yourself a date."