Chapter 4

Lily's first week with the WWE went quickly for her. She enjoyed it immensely and spent most of her time with her father and John. She also got herself into a small amount of trouble as her father expected. On the plane to the next Raw broadcast Lily was seated in between John and Trish. Trish kept complaining about Mickie James, who was constantly popping over the seat behind her and asking how she was. Lily took it upon her mischievous self to help Trish, for the hyperactive woman was annoying her as well.

The next time a flight attendant passed Lily's row with the cart, she ordered a large jar of peanut butter and a plate. The attendant gave it to her reluctantly and Trish and John watched as Lily set to work on her trick to get Mickie James to go away.

Glen was seated a few rows ahead of his daughter and could hear Mickie every time she did her minutely check on how Trish was doing. He rolled his eyes as he heard Mickie jump again but this time, instead of a hyperactive "Hoy ya doin', Trish?" there was a surprised gasp and shouts of laughter. Glen turned, along with just about everyone else on the plane, to see Mickie with a face full of peanut butter and Trish, Lily and John clutching their stomachs in laughter. Glen noticed Lily had a smudge of peanut butter on the tip of her nose, which had actually been given to her by John, and his temper flared.

"Lily Marie Jacobs, what did you do now?"

"Aw, Dad, we were just having a little fu—" Lily started but was cut off when Mickie James shoved another plate of peanut butter in her face and shrieked with laughter.

Lily peeled the plate off her face and glared at Mickie as Trish giggled beside her. John took the open jar of peanut butter from her just in case she decided to retaliate.

"This means war," Lily growled and scraped some of the sandwich spread from her face. She stood up and lunged at Mickie, smearing the peanut butter down her front. Mickie shrieked and went to get Lily back but was stopped when Trish planted another plate of the spread in her face, smearing it into her hair.

John looked as if Christmas had some early as he watched the three women go back and forth with the peanut butter. Lily noticed his amused gaze in her, so she smeared her lips with peanut butter and planted a sticky kiss on his dimpled cheek. At first he looked shocked but the look soon reverted to determination as he smeared the spread into Lily's shirt.

When the four got off the plane they received many stares from the public, all of them being covered in a sticky layer of peanut butter. Glen followed his daughter off, looking livid. As soon as they arrived at the hotel, he showed her to her room himself, and forced her into the shower.

"Dad, I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself!" she snapped as she came out of her bathroom, now freshly clean, her long chestnut hair still wet from the shower.

"Don't you EVER embarrass me like that again, do you hear me?" Glen shouted, ignoring her comment.

"I was just—"

"I don't want to hear the excuses, Lily. You are eighteen years old, I think you have the common sense to tell Mickie to stop rather than throw peanut butter! What were you thinking?"

"Listen, I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to lighten the mood, everyone is so damn serious around here… can't have any fun anymore." Lily grumbled.

Glen shook his head at his daughter, not knowing what to say, and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Lily stuck her tongue out at his back and plopped onto the couch moodily.

She flicked on her TV and began to absently change the channel, looking for something interesting to watch. There was a knock on the door, so Lily sighed and shuffled over to it, cracking it open.

"Oh, hi John!" she smiled, her mood lifting.

"Flower," he teased as she moved back to let him in.

John walked in the room and pulled Lily into a hug as she pushed the door shut. Lily giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You still smell like peanut butter," she laughed as he held her.

"I tried to get it to go away but it won't," John sighed, still hugging Lily close to him.

She grinned and rested her head on his chest. John smiled, kissing the top of her head and giving her a little squeeze.

"Your hair smells like peaches," he pointed out, letting her out of his embrace.

"It's my shampoo, I hope you like it," she said innocently, plopping back down on the couch and grabbing the remote. John sat down next to her, draping his arm over her shoulders as they watched TV.

After a while the two got bored and decided to go grab some food and a movie. The two went to the closest McDonald's and then headed back to the hotel with their food so Lily wouldn't get into any more trouble.

As they made their way down the hall to Lily's room, Chris intercepted them, looking curious. Lily rolled her eyes and went to keep walking but Chris grabbed her arm, gently stopping her.

"Hello, my Flower," he smiled.

"Hi, Chris," Lily said shortly. "If you'll excuse me, John and I are—"

"Can I have a word with you, alone?" Chris asked her, glaring at John.

Lily sighed and turned to John, "Here's my room hey, I'll be in in a sec."

John nodded and proceeded down the hall, glancing over his shoulder every so often as Chris smiled down at Lily.

"What's up, Chris?"

"Nothing, I just wanted you alone, that's all," he smiled.

"What?"

"So, when did you and John start dating, I thought you were open for courting," he said, almost bitterly.

"John and I are not 'dating' we're friends, but if you haven't noticed, Chris, I have absolutely no interest in you what-so-ever. I don't know why you try," Lily snapped.

"You can't deny this body!" he said, his voice low.

"You are exactly the self- centered meat head I was talking about! Go make love to a mirror!" Lily yelled and stomped down the hall where John was waiting for her just inside the door to her hotel room.

John pulled Lily into a comforting hug when she walked into her room, She clamed down instantly, relaxing into his embrace.

"He won't just leave me alone," she sighed. "Chris has been hitting on me like it's his job for the past week, it's driving me mad!"

"Lily, relax, it's nothing to get worked up about," John soothed, moving her to the couch and sitting down.

Lily nodded in agreement and lay down, resting her head in John's lap comfortably. He flicked on the movie they decided to order: The Ring 1 and 2, and began to absently feed her fries while stroking her long chestnut hair.

Since John was smart and ordered the scary movie Lily was soon cuddled in his arms, watching through her fingers as the scary images flashed on the screen. She shrieked and buried her head in his chest and he smiled at his good fortune, being able to hold this beautiful girl.

She ended up refusing to watch the rest of the movie and fell asleep, her arms wrapped firmly around his neck, her head buried in his chest. John carried her into her bedroom and placed her gently under the covers. She rolled unconsciously onto her side, a scared whimper escaping her lips.

John decided to stay for a little while to make sure she wouldn't have nightmares. He climbed into the bed, lying on top of the covers next to her and wrapping his arm around her middle protectively. He fell asleep soon after, not expecting to be awakened in six hours time to an angry shout.