Chapter 3

As promised, John knocked on Lily's hotel room door at six and she yelled to him that it was open. He walked in, looking around curiously. He was surprised to see that the room was in slight disarray. There was a large heap of clothing on the bed and various pairs of shoes strewn over the floor of the bedroom.

Lily rushed out of her bathroom and almost ran into John as he stood in the doorway of her bedroom. He stared at her as she pulled on her shoes, blown away at her appearance.

"What?" she asked curiously as John's eyes moved over her slim figure.

She was dressed casually in a green camisole and tight black jeans, her usually bone straight chestnut brown hair hung in soft curls down her back and around her face.

"You look great," John smiled, his eyes raking her figure again.

"Thanks," she blushed; her pale cheeks a soft pink.

"Shall we?" John said, offering his hand.

Lily nodded and grabbed her purse, taking John's offered hand and letting him lead her out of the room.

"It's not exactly a fancy restaurant, but I guess it'll do," John shrugged as he pulled into the closest restaurant to the arena, which happened to be an Applebee's.

"I really don't mind," Lily smiled, climbing out of the car and following John inside.

They were seated almost immediately and John ordered drinks for the two of them. As soon as the waiter was gone he leaned forward, his blue gaze catching Lily's.

"Alright, I don't care if it takes all night, I'm going to convince you I'm not a jackass like the other wrestlers," he said.

"Okay," Lily nodded, a smile tugging at her lips.

"But before I do that, I want to know more about you."

Lily laughed, "What d'you want to know?"

"Whatever you want to tell me, and I bet I can convince you without even going on a long rant about myself," John smiled.

That's when Lily noticed his dimples and she blushed again, "We'll see about that. I dunno where to start, I mean, I'm not that interesting."

"Oh, come on, you're Kane's daughter, there's got to be something amazing about you."

"No, not really," Lily laughed nervously.

"Do you have any wild dreams or career choices?" John asked, watching Lily as she fiddled with her napkin as she thought.

"Well, I've always wanted to be an artist, of any kind. I love to sing and draw a lot. That's basically all I did while I was in school. It's not exactly 'wild' but it's something I've always wanted to do."

"See, now we're making progress!" John laughed. "I have to see some of your work, I bet you're a great artist."

"I'm okay, I guess, and if I'm not drawing or singing I'm out on my volleyball court playing that."

"Ah, we have a volleyball player, that's why you're so athletic, I like it," John smiled. "Do you play any other sports?"

Lily smiled and nodded, "I love wiffleball, I've been playing it since I was a kid. If there were a professional league I'd so be in it."

John's face lit up and he laughed, "I thought I was the only one! Wiffleball is the best game ever created! My family plays it all the time!"

The two laughed and continued their conversation well past when they should have left. Finally, John noticed the time and pointed it out.

"Wow, we gotta go, the show starts in a half hour," he said, standing up. "I got the bill, I'll meet you at the car, okay?"

Lily nodded and stood up as John fished out some cash from the pocket of his black Chain Gang shorts. She moved out of the restaurant and waited patiently for John by the car, leaning against the passenger side, the warm Florida air blowing her hair into her face.

"Lily, c'mon," John called, unlocking the car and snapping her out of her daze.

She jumped in the car and the two sped off for the arena where Monday Night Raw was to be held.

"Well, did I convince you or what?" John asked as they made their way quickly through the back of the arena and down the various halls to find John's locker room.

Lily grinned, biting her lower lip, "Yes, you did."

"I told you I would," he assured her, opening his locker room door. "You want to hang out in here; I've got a TV if you want to watch the broadcast."

"Um, okay, I guess," Lily shrugged.

John let her in and she took a seat on the couch as John moved around behind her getting ready for the night ahead. When he was finished he sat down beside her and flicked on the TV. He wrapped his arm around Lily, pulling her closer. She smirked and rested her head on his shoulder.

The locker room door swung open and Glen came rushing into the room like a maniac. He saw Lily on the couch with John and began to sigh with relief before stopping and going into an angry fit.

"Lily Marie Jacobs, the next time you make plans without me around at least let me know you're going out!" he shouted.

"Oh, come on Dad, I'm not five," Lily complained, looking up at her towering father.

"You're lucky you're with John and not someone I disapprove of or I'd have smacked you by now," he growled.

"I guess I have good judgment on whom to make friends with then," she snapped.

"I never said I agree with all of your friends," Glen said.

"Okay, enough with the Family Feud for one night," John cut in before Lily could put in her sarcastic remark. "Glen, I should have told you I was going to take your daughter out to dinner. That's my fault."

Glen nodded, "Make sure it doesn't happen again. Lily is one to cause a lot of trouble if you don't watch her close enough."

John nodded and Kane left the room. As soon as his back was turned, Lily stuck her tongue out at him and scrunched up her nose in disapproval.

"He's always up my ass about something," she sighed as John smirked.

"Yeah, but you're the only one around here who seems to be able to stick up to him. Everyone else cowers in fear," John said.

"He's not so intimidating when you grow up with him. I guess it's just his size," Lily shrugged.

"And the constantly pissed off look on his face," John added, trying to replicate it.

The two laughed and Lily got more comfortable next to John, letting him wrap his arm tighter around her.

After a while Lily got antsy and decided to go wander around and see what everyone else was up to. She headed to catering for a bottle of water and bumped into Chris and Carlito as she was leaving.

"There's my Flower," Chris called after her as she passed them.

Lily stopped and turned, looking at him over her shoulder, "Hi, Chris."

"Come here," he said, motioning for her to turn around and come back to him.

Lily rolled her eyes and did as she was told, letting Chris drape his muscular arm around her shoulders. She looked uncomfortably at Carlito who just gave a slight shrug that Chris did not seem to notice.

"Your hair smells so good, lily," Chris said, burying his face in her curls as an excuse to kiss the top of her head and pull her closer to him.

"Uh, thanks," she said, trying to loosen his hold on her, but he did not seem to want to let her go.

"So, are you doing anything after the show?" Chris asked, his face still buried in Lily's hair.

"I'm not sure, why?" she asked cautiously, knowing what Chris was doing.

"Well, the guys are all going to the club and I was wondering if you'd be my date."

"I'll have to ask my dad," she smirked as she felt Chris stiffen.

He let her go and she fought to quiet her laughter as she walked away, "I'll see ya later, Chris," she winked and strode down the hallway and around the corner.

As soon as she was out of sight she burst out laughing. Her father rounded the far corner and moved toward her curiously.

"What's so funny?" he asked, shouldering his Tag-Team Championship.

"Nothing, I was just laughing at how nervous Chris got when I mentioned you after he asked me out," Lily shrugged.

"Don't hang around with him, he gets clingy," Glen advised.

"I noticed."

"Why don't you go to my locker room and wait for me, the show will be over in a little while, and I want you to stay out of trouble."

"I think I'll just go find John," Lily started.

"John has a match right now, Lily. Just go to me locker room, please."

Lily sighed and nodded, trudging past him to the door labeled 'Kane'.