Distribution: Ask and you shall receive.
Notes: I realize that I made a bunch of mistakes in the last chapter, blah. I'm sorry about that. I have a habit of not re-reading my work till after I post it. Anyway, I also got the commentating wrong on who would have said what. So again I'm sorry. Bold words are phone conversations.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the recognizible characters.
Chapter Two
Well this was getting more and more entertaining. The two were seated on opposite ends from each other. Neither one looking all that happy. Objects were scattered throughout the hotel room. John suddenly thinking that maybe untying the redhead had been an extremely bad idea, especially when she had started to grabbed the closest objects to her. Those objects including his Gladiator DVD, her shoes, a pillow, a plastic fork, a quarter, a book, oh yeah the list could go on.
John unconsciously rubbed that sore spots on various spots on his body where the redhead had hit him. Oh, we can't forget the fact that she had somehow managed to kick him in the nose when he had slung her over his shoulder. And at that point it had been very hard for him to contain himself considering she was still in nothing more then the red panties and black t-shirt she had been sporting during that stupid segment.
Hazel eyes glared at him from her curled up position on one of the beds in the hotel room. He leaned back in the arm chair he was sitting on and returned her glare.
"I ain't gonna hurt ya." He said, finally breaking the silence that was eating up at them.
Lita rolled her eyes, "This coming from the person who an hour and a half ago was going to give me the FU." she snapped, pulling the sheet closer to her body.
"Damn woman." He mumbled, the diva's brow raising in question. When he didn't speak again she decided to.
"Why'd you take me?" She wanted to know.
Bleu eyes blinked, John leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his thighs a smirk playing on his face, "Why should I tell you?"
"Because I want to know. How you actually going to force me to stay here?"
John nodded. "That's the plan babe. You're staying wit' me 'til the Royal Rumble. Once I win the match and get my title back you get ta go back to that pansy Edge."
Lita's nose scrunched up in disgust. John wasn't sure whether it was the thought of having to stay with him for the next three weeks or being returned to Edge. But either way, when he was about to question her the diva spoke up.
"I want to take a shower." She announced.
John laughed, "No one's stopping ya babe. You can do whatever the hell ya want." She opened her mouth to say something but he interrupted her, "Except leave this room with out me."
Lita frowned before she tossed the covers off and stood up from the bed she was occupying. "I'm going to need my clothes."
John waved her off. "Don't worry 'bout it. I'll manage to get 'em. If not then you'll just have to wear mine."
The redhead huffed and entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. Yeah this was going to be quite the interesting experience. John sighed kicking his feet up on the table just as the water in the bathroom was turned on.
Just as the former WWE champion was getting comfortable, someone knocked on the door. With an annoyed 'I'm comin' the man opened the door, surprised by the dirty blonde in front of him.
"Mickie."
Mickie James frowned her hands on her hips as she glared up at him. "What in the world are you thinking Cena?"
The man shrugged a touch. "It's really ain't that hard to figure out."
"Where is she?"
"Takin' a shower. Why do ya wanna know? Did Edge send ya or somethin'?"
The diva frowned deeper, "No. We were suppose to room together and after seeing what you pulled." She shook her head.
"Yeah well if you're roomin' wit' her then you can make this easy on me and brin' me her shit." When Mickie looked ready to argue, he held up his hand to stop her. "I ain't givin' her back so don't bother tryin' and talkin' me outta this."
"Whatever." The diva sighed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I'll be back later with her stuff then. I'm going out for a bit with Trish and the others."
John nodded. "Oh and Mickie?" He stated when she turned to walk away. "Don't tell anyone where my room is. I don't need 'em all gettin' in my business."
The diva nodded, debuting on whether or not she should listen and keep that information for herself or tell someone. Sure it was only for a night, since tomorrow they were once again going to be traveling to a different city.
John watched the blonde enter the elevator before he made sure no one else was around before closing the door and locking it. John making a note that he was going to have to order two tickets for West Newbury this week instead of one for just him.
He soon heard the shrill wails from his cell phone in his bag and the dark haired superstar quickly retrieved it.
"Yo?"
"You are an idiot."
John rolled his eyes at the caller, "Hello to ya to Orton." He could sense his friend roll his eyes.
"John what the hell are you planning in that sad excuse of a mind of yours?"
John snorted as he fell back on one of the bed and turned on the television. "Nothin' man. Not a damn thin'."
"Like I'm going to believe that." Randy mumbled, "Cena you kidnapped the woman! On live TV! Are you high?"
Again John rolled his eyes, "Nah man, they just gave me a shit load of sugar before the show. I can't help if influenced my brain."
"You don't have a brain Cena"
"Whatever Orton. Was there a reason for ya callin'? Or ya just call to play my daddy?"
At that moment the bathroom door opened, unnoticed by him, and the redhead stepped out. "You do realize that sounded really wrong Cena?"
John jumped slightly at her voice and glared at her. His mouth nearly dropping open at the sight. She was in nothing more then a towel, red hair dripping wet. With a quick shake of his cleared some of the dirty thoughts that had formed. He coughed and turned to look away.
"Orton Imma have to call you back. I gotta get Red some clothes."
"Clothes? Cena what the hell did you do to her? Cena!"
With a click the call was ended, and John ignored the dark glare being sent in his direction as he went to his gym bag and rummaged through it. Seconds later, Lita had managed to catch a pair of clean boxers and an over-sized Chaingang T-shirt.
John returned to his spot on the bed and turned his attention back to the TV, briefly casting glances her direction as she just stood there.
"Well ain't ya gonna get changed?" This time she jumped slightly in surprise.
"Ah yeah." She turned slightly red and turned to reenter the bathroom, before she closed the bathroom door he called out for her.
"Oh by the way, Mickie's gonna bring up your stuff later. And on Wednesday, you're comin' wit' me to Mass."
The bathroom door slammed shut then a muffled scream heard followed by the redhead yelling, "No I'm not!"
Yup, this was going to be a very interesting experience for John Cena.
