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Notes: Current events are gonna be used but they are just gonna go my way for all plot purposes. I know somewhere it says John goes home at least once a week so I'm using that with this story, but instead of one day it's gonna be like three. Why? Because it's my story and I can do that, hehe. This is fanfiction after all. Fun stuff is coming up so just sit back and enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the recognizible characters.
Chapter Three
God was this woman a hand full. John glared at the closed bathroom door. It was 11 am in the morning and they needed to go and catch their plane for West Newbury, having been told that he wasn't needed for the show that evening and of course that Mr. McMahon was not the least bit happy with what the young man had pulled the night before but had managed to rework thing so that everything fit with the current storyline. But this...this woman was not making things easy for him. Not that he was expecting everything to go over smoothly with her. After all he had taken her hostage so to speak, but still. The diva had stated she wanted to take a shower before they left and he'd let her. After all Mickie had returned later last night the redhead's clothing and after being the given the chance to speak to the redhead the blonde had left not long after. But yeah back on track, the diva had been in the bathroom for well over an hour now and John knew fully well that she was done.
"If you don't open this damn door right now Imma break it down." John snapped as he banged on the door once more.
"Go right ahead." Lita stated, her voice muffled by the closed door. "But keep in mine you break it down and you're going to have to pay for the damages."
The young man ground his teeth. She was really getting under his skin and that normally didn't happen. Hell it never happened. John grasped the door handle and turned it.
"Forget this shit." He mumbled. "Imma break down this door. I'm tired of playin' these bullshit games wit' you."
The dark haired superstar briskly walked to the other end of the room. He shook his arms and cracked his neck. The young man preparing himself. With a jump forward he ran towards the door, shoulder first. He waited to feel in impact of his shoulder coming into contact with the hard wood of the door, but was only met with air. The door had been opened seconds before he would have hit it. The redhead standing to the side as John tumbled into the bathroom. She tried not to laugh as he barely stopped his head from entering the toilet bowl.
Seeing the perfect opportunity to make her escape the redhead turned tail and ran out of the bathroom. Lita just making it to the door when a pair of strong arms grabbed her around the waist pulled her away from the door.
"Let me go!" Lita exclaimed as she clawed at the arms around her waist.
John rolled his eyes, "Like Imma go and do that. Woman chill, alright." He sighed in relief when the diva finally stopped her struggle. "Now that you're done wit' your little tantrum..."
The redhead in his arms scowled, her arms coming up to cross under her breast. "You can let go of me Cena."
John rolled his eyes as he reluctantly did so. "I have a first name."
"And your point?"
"Look suck this up alright. You're going to be stuck with me for the next three weeks and believe me I'm sure it's going to be hell."
The redhead smirked, "You have no idea."
A pointed glare was sent in her direction. "We're goin' to West Newbury today..."
The diva cut him off, "What I thought you weren't going to make me go till tomorrow?"
"Change of plans babe. I ain't needed tonight so I get to go home earlier so now well be there till Friday." John stated as he walked to his bag, while keeping an eye on the redhead. A frown permanently plastered on her face.
"You're an idiot you know that right?" Lita said as she grabbed her own bag.
The young man shrugged, "Call me whatever ya want babe, not like ya gonna get a chance to scream it."
Lita scoffed at his choice of words.
Cena tried to hold back the urge to smirk. "Hey, none of that, I'm only tryin' to lighten up the mood. Live a little. Now let me have your damn bag so we can go." The redhead simply stared at the young man. "Fine, whatever, I'm just tryin' to be a nice abductor but if ya wanna be a bitch and all fine. I just wanna get the hell outta here. So let's go."
Before the redhead could get in a word, John had grabbed a hold of her wrist and the two were out the door.
-X-
For the most part Lita had remained quiet while John checked out of his room. She was even quiet on the drive to the airport. It wasn't till the two were seated on a plane bond for Massachusetts that the diva decided to talk. And talk did she do.
"You do realize that you're going to have to get me new clothes?" Lita questioned, "I'm not about to walk around in the same clothes for three weeks."
John simply nodded as he slowly reached for his iPod. Slowly putting the headphones into his ears as the redhead continued to babble. The dark haired nodding along as he listened to his music. After 10 minutes the diva noticed the inattentiveness of her 'captor'. A slim hand reaching up to pull out on of the headphones.
"You weren't paying attention were you?"
John turned to glance at her and blinked. "Did you say somethin'?"
Hazel eyes rolled before a tiny smirk appeared on her lips. "You know we're also going to need to stop at a store."
"What for? I ain't gotta buy you shit." John mumbled as he tried grabbing the headphone that was still in her hand.
"Oh but you do...see it's that time of the month and I'm going to need..." John hand quickly came up to cover the divas' mouth, a disgusted look on his face.
"Don't say it. Woman that's just nasty you don't share somethin' like that wit' me." He soon yelped drawing his hand away quickly. "What was that for?" he asked as he rubbed the spot she pinched him.
"I don't know where your hands been, and ew I have my guesses. So it doesn't need to be over my mouth." Lita stated as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.
Blue eyes rolled, "What ya think I..."
"Yeah most like to Diva magazines right?"
A brow rose, "Why ya so curious? That shit ain't none of your business. Now can ya just shut up so I can relax the rest of the way home."
Lita stuck out her tongue, an action he returned as the diva sat back in the seat. "Why are we going there anyway? Don't you have to go to the arena?"
"Nah I ain't needed. McMahon already managed to work this idea into the storyline so Imma just be scarce for a few days. 'Sides I always go home at least once or twice a week so it ain't anything new. Only thin' that changed is your wit' me."
"Joy..."
"Like I said suck it up. The quicker you just go wit' the flow the easier it'll be on the both of us. Just relax and don't try and be a bitch and we'll be cool."
Lita frowned, "Whatever Cena. I'm not about to just listen to you. Anyway, how are your parents going to take this?"
Cena laughed, "They ain't really gonna care. Not like I'm gonna be staying at their house. I got my own place my little brother watches for me. But I guess Imma have to brin' ya wit' for supper and shit."
Hazel eyes rolled as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Ya think? You never really gave this much thought have you Cena?"
John shrugged, "Not really, but y'all know I ain't the type to think first then do shit. I take action then think 'bout it. And what did I tell ya 'bout the name thin'?"
"Cena...Cena...Cena...Cena...Cena...Cena...Cena." Lita smirked at the annoyed expression of the mans face.
"You're a real bitch ya know that?"
Lita smiled proudly. "Thank you."
The two then fell silent, John listening to his music via the one headphone still in his ear as he closed his eyes. Lita chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. Silently wondering how she'd get through this. Although it wasn't as bad as she thought. He was being nice or trying to. He hadn't hit her or anything but she had to wonder if maybe that was a front. The more she thought of it the more she fingered he won't touch her. He didn't seem the type. And sure it was a nice change from being away from Edge, but that still didn't mean she had to be nice about everything.
She brought the headphone in her hand to her ear to listen to whatever he was playing, her nose scrunching up in disgust.
"You seriously need to work on your taste of music." Lita voiced, before adding as an afterthought, "J-dawg."
Blue eyes snapped open. "What you say?"
"J-dawg." Lita smirked, before clicking her tongue. "Has a nice ring to it. I think that's what I'm going to call you from now on."
"How 'bout ya don't but say ya did?"
"But it suits you so well. A nice rapping name for a would-be rapper"
John glared, tugging at the cord for the headphone in her hand. The small object slipping out an onto his lap. "I ain't no would-be rapper. I'm the real thing. Now shut up before I'm forced to shut ya up."
"Well then fine..." A short period of silence. "Well then can I call you Vanilla? Just like Vanilla Ice. Or maybe Marky Mark, you do look like Mark Walhberg. But then again Mark Walhberg is hot."
John smirked at that. "I see so ya think I'm hot."
Lita scoffed, "Don't flattered yourself. I said Mark Walhberg was hot I didn't say anything about you."
A mumbled whatever was heard before John put the other headphone back into his ear and turned the volume on his iPod up to ignore the redhead beside him. Blue eyes closed, while the every awake diva looked out the window plotting ways to make this experience hell for him.
