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Just a quick brief warning, I think I might have to upgrade the rating to M. All my fics written in the past have been NC-17 and I can't stay away from it, so yes there will be some action later on. Some really good John/Torrie action. lol. I will change the rating to M in one of the next updates so please keep that in mind. In the meantime here is the third chapter. Please R/R. I love reviews and I luv all you John/Torrie shippers!

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Chapter 3: Messages and Realizations

He laid in his hotel room that night; his body crepted against the armchair in the corner staring at the pink color, diamond covered cellphone which he previously placed on the nightstand. John runs his fingers down his chin studying the device in silence that it was hard to tell that there was a battle of intentions going on inside his head.

Should I open the phone and see whats inside? No, no, that would be intruding, I can't just play with her phone and sneak into private text messages that were only meant to be read by her. I can't, I can't. I respect privacy, I'd be pissed as fuck if someone read my text messages. Forget it John, Torrie already hates you don't give her another reason to hate you more. John thought to himself inside the walls of his head as he continued to lay back warm in his armchair playing with his bottom lip still brooding about whether he should have a look inside Torrie's cellphone.

He mentally slaps himself. Get it together John, your not touching that phone. You will wait for the House Show on Friday and give it Torrie then, but for now stay away from the damn phone. Don't touch it, don't look at it, just leave it alone.

His hands start to get figgitly and he starts tapping them against one another. Gawd, was he really this nosy? He couldn't believe that he couldn't even stop himself from thinking about the phone and he was usually good at holding himself back. John quickly reaches down his denim shorts' pocket and pulled out his own phone. There. He thought. You have your own shit to play with. He says to himself taking his attention off Torrie's cell and placed it on his own.

Flipping it open the tiny screen lights up in blue and he began to check through his text messages. He had a few new ones that he didn't read and scanned through them. The first one was from Stacy.

John? Well, did Randy come 2U 2DAY? Let ME KNOW! -StCy

John began to text back and replied with.

Yea, he came 2 da sho' 2nite. What da hell is ur deal Stacy? Beginning Randy up 2 da sho' like dat! -j0hn

John sent the reply and went on to read the next one. Like he expected it from Randy.

hay! the house show isn't till friday, you wanna hang out during the time off? shelton says there this new gym in long beach. stacy and i just bought a beach house there so its pretty close. are you up for it? -randY

John takes a deep breath and starts to text a reply again. He really needs to reply to this stuff before they get too full and he has a million of them to reply too. Luckily his inbox wasn't full this time. The other week he had over 20 messages to get back too. John was always so slow at texting, he hated the fuckin thing. Hell, he can't even type on a computer.

Yea sure Randy. Give me a call 2morrow, can't wait. -j0hn.

John closes his phone as soon as the reply to Randy was sent. Then his eyes nail back on Torrie's phone giving him that nosy feeling again. Now he was starting to wish that he had 20 messages to reply too just to prevent himself from launching at the pink tiny phone and digging through Torrie's personal business. His conscience takes its place inside of him and began to play tug a war. The angelic and devish side of John Cena comes to play and began to brood once again.

No, he told himself. Stay away from her fuckin phone. John raises from the armchair to place his own phone back into his pockets. The diamonds polished on Torrie's somehow seduced him and made him want to open it and see. Curiosity grows hard inside his gut and he couldn't hold back any longer. He felt like a kid eager to open his Christmas presents. John walked slowly towards the nightstand where the phone laid peacefully, looked around even though no one was in sight and picked up the tiny material.

John shrugs looking at the girlish phone testily. "Its not shes gonna find out." He says to himself as he flips it open. The tiny screen lights up in blue like his did as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. His fingers start to push on the buttons as he surfs around Torrie's phone like a kid pigging out at a candy store. "Forgive me Torrie." He says as he goes and views her text messages. He scans through the list and saw nothing but StCy, StCy, StCy, StCy, StCy, StCy, StCy, StCy, StCy,StCy.

"Damn all these are from Stacy. The girl has no friends."

Knowing Stacy never has anything interesting to say John exits out of her messages and was about to close the phone until the catagorey photos in the main menu catches his eyes. No. He told himself but then again Torrie will never know. John quickly heads over to the photo folder and waits for the page to load. Torrie probably had over twenty photos stored in there and he began to nick through them. It was like flipping pages through a good Playboy issue. All of the photos were either Torrie nude, Torrie with half her clothes on, Torrie with clothes on, Torrie nude, Torrie with Pete, Chloe, and...Torrie nude.

Damn. John thought continuing to check the photos out. These pics were better than the ones she had on Playboy. It got him thinking why Torrie takes pictures of herself with nothing on. Was she practicing poses from another issue perhaps? He didn't care whether she was practicing poses or not, all John had in mind was, he had to send these pictures to himself so they can be on his phone too! No, no. He thought trying to tell himself that this was wrong. He just sneaked in Torrie's private photoalbum and saw the most risqué photos of her yet. But c'mon this was Torrie Wilson he was looking at, every guy has to be the biggest pervert ever when it comes to her. She was beautiful and had the most sexiest body he's ever seen. He couldn't really blame Kenzo for trying to rape Torrie tonight, he didn't realize how beautiful Torrie was until now when he really looked at her. John sits in silence for a few seconds as he taps his foot on the ground just to think. A few beats later he did the unthinkable and sent himself the photos even if he knew he was going to feel guilty about this the next morning.

"You know Stacy I really want to thank you." Torrie smiles carrying a pile of boxes as she followed Stacy up the stairs of the newly bought beach house. Stacy was a few steps ahead of Torrie and also had boxes piled up in her hold as well. She was helping Torrie move in her new home like she suggested a couple of weeks back. Torrie had turned down the offer a bunch of times but Stacy refused to take no for an answer. It broke Stacy's heart to see Torrie live in and out of hotel rooms even if they lived in hotels for most of the year due to their busy schedules.

Being the good hearted person Torrie was she had left the house she bought to Peter; leaving everything and only took her clothes and of course Chloe. "No problem." Stacy says as she reached the top of the stairway.

Torrie didn't know how she can repay Stacy back. This girl took sometime off RAW just to be with her during SmackDown being a strong backbone since the split with Pete and now she was offering Torrie a room in her first home with Randy. "How can I ever repay for all of this Stace?"

Stacy continues to walk through the hall carefully leading the way to Torrie's room without losing her balance on the heels. "You don't have to repay me Tor. Its totally cool with me." Stacy says as she enters the small pale blue colored room.

Torrie trails along and sets the boxes the ground. "I promise I'll be out of here as soon as I settle down."

"No!" Stacy protested. "Your living with me for now on." She says setting her pile of boxes on the bed.

"Stacy I can't live with you forever. I mean what about Randy? Don't you guys want to be alone and maybe in the future have children? I can't be here during that time." Torrie states.

Stacy laughs. "You think too hard, plus Randy is cool with you living with us. He doesn't mind and if he has a problem with my absolute best friend in the whole wide world living with me then he can pack his bags and leave. I put our friendship first before anything Tor." Stacy says sweetly moving over and gave Torrie a hug.

Torrie gave the hug back and started to look around the small bedroom over Stacy's shoulder. "Its a really beautiful room."

Stacy lets go of her. "Kinda small but-"

"Its ok Stace, I didn't expect anything you know...fancy."

"Its a beach house, everything is small. Randy and my room is about the same size but a few feet bigger."

"What made you buy a beach house?" Torrie asked.

"My first date with Randy was on the beach." Stacy says reflecting back to her first date with Orton. "It was last year during the summer and it was night. The sky was absolutely beautiful, and the sounds of the waves rumbling and the way the sand felt on my feet was just...I couldn't tell you. Just being with Randy that night was incredible."

Torrie smiles. "You guys are serious now then?"

Stacy giggles. "Well duh! We moved in together did we?"

Torrie nods. "I'm really happy for you guys."

"Thanks."

Torrie walks towards the double glass door that lead to her own private balcony. She turned the knob and opened the doors and breathed in the fresh ocean breeze that swepted inside the room once she invited it in. Stacy follows along and was soon introduced to the breath taking view of the beach below. "You lucky bitch, I don't have a balcony in my room!" Stacy jokes nudging Torrie on the arm as the two best friends lean on the railing to enjoy the sight some more. "Actually, I'm kinda glad I don't have a balcony in my room, heights scare the hell out of me."

"Does it? You mean this scares you? But its so beautiful out here." Torrie says continuing to look through the brown sand and the deep blue waters below.

"Hey, you should take a picture!" Stacy suggested. "We can email it to Trish and Amy and let them know we moved in together. They both been dieing to see the house, I'm sure they wouldn't mind a picture."

"Ok." Torrie says as she runs quickly back inside the room and starts to dig in her bag for her cellphone. Tossing lingerie everywhere she couldn't seem to find it. She begins to get hot around her neck area. Oh no. She thought. Struggling inside her travel bag she got into the very bottom stripping the whole luggage naked and there was no sign of her phone anywhere.

"Something wrong?" Stacy asked coming back inside seeing the look of horror on Torrie's face.

"My-my cellphone. I can't find it."

"Don't be silly. Your just not looking hard enough." Stacy says as she began to look through the boxes.

"Stacy its not in the boxes. I bring my phone everywhere with me so it had to be in my travel bag." Torrie explained now tossing her clothes off the ground to see if she buried it under one of the garments. "FUCK!" Torrie stomps her foot on the ground , her phone was nowhere to be found.

"Calm down, you could of misplaced it." Stacy says knowing how important that phone was to Torrie. Some of Torrie's most personal photos, videos and messages were stored in that tiny thing. Stacy was one of the few that seen them all. "It has to be in here somewhere."

"I can't afford to lose that thing!"

"I know, I know sweetheart just chill out. We'll find it."

"What if someone has it Stacy? Digged through everything in there and placed it up on the internet?" Torrie says nervously as they both heard a car drive in the driveway through the open balcony door.

"Don't think like that Torrie, its in here." Stacy says pointing at around the room. "Your just worried and thinking too hard. Now, c'mon lets head down Randy is home. I'm sure your phone will turn up. Its in here somewhere, believe me. Now c'mon." Stacy motions to the door.

Torrie walks after Stacy and stops at the beginning of the stairway. She stood at the top and watches her friend run down the stairs cheerfully. The front door opens and Randy steps inside carrying his traveling bag when he drops it to the ground as Stacy suddenly jumps into his arms. Torrie smiles to herself watching Stacy and Randy. He was now carrying her, with her long legs wrapped around his waist.

"Stace! Watch it!" Randy says laughing as Stacy plants baby soft kisses all over his face.

"Mwah, mwah, mwah." Stacy continued her trail of kisses. "I missed you so much daddy!"

Randy moves away from the doorway and walks along to the living room taking Stacy with him. As soon they were out of sight Torrie heads down the stairs to close the front door when a suprising figure popped up in front of her. John Cena stood in front of her with his travel bag.

"What are you doing here?" John asked quickly suprised at the sight of her. He was beginning to think about her cellphone which was buried inside his bag. Luckily he had silenced the ringer earlier.

Torrie was in the same surprised state as he was. "Uh...I live here." She informed him.

"Oh." John replies shortly as he walked inside the beach house, walking pass Torrie. He moved Randy's bag out of the way and continued to walk into the living room where Stacy and Randy were having a close embrace. John makes a disgusted look which Torrie found amusing and he stepped out of the living room to join Torrie in the entrance hall.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him back. Fair enough, he asked me. She thought.

"I was invited." He informed.

Torrie smirks. "How long?"

"You don't want me here don't you?" John asked setting his stuff down.

Torrie nods. "If you say so, yes I don't want you here."

John chuckles loving the way Torrie seems to push his buttons. It makes him nuts. He was going to kill Randy. The bastard didn't mention anything about Torrie living with him and Stacy. If John knew he would of never came here because of the differences he and Torrie had. He really wanted to bury the hatch and start over with Torrie but it was her who didn't. He had said sorry twice, and was sure as hell not doing it again. He looks in Torrie's eyes and sees the taste of great dislike in them. Yep, this woman hated him. Just imagine what she'd do to you if you tell her you have her phone. He said to himself.

Thankfully both Randy and Stacy broke the growing tension that could of possibly turned into a fight. They walked in the entrance hall with Randy's arm around Stacy's shoulder. "Oh." Randy says spotting the two who were five feet apart. "I forgot to inform you ladies that John is going to be staying here until the House Show. We wanted to hang around on the freetime if thats alright with you lovely ladies."

Before Torrie can open her mouth to protest Stacy butts in and says. "Oh thats totally ok, just as long as you guys don't leave Torrie and I out on all the fun. So whats the plan tonight Mr.Orton?" She asked Randy playfully as she runs her fingers down his shirt.

"Well Ms. Kiebler, thats up to you." Randy says back playfully.

John rolls his eyes hating this constant baby talk Randy and Stacy always does whenever he was with them. It sickened him to death. Pet talk was one of the major reasons John didn't want to involve himself in serious relationships. He wasn't good with women at all. Randy was always the lady killer, the romantic type that brought girls to thier knees. John was on the hand was just all about the sex and nothing more.

"Hmm." Stacy thinks. "Well nothing can make my night then to go out dancing with you."

Randy nods. "Ok as you wish." He says kissing Stacy on the forehead and turns to John and Torrie. "Are you guys up to go out tonight? Theres this really cool kind of small club here at the beach, if y'all want to check it out."

"Yeah." Stacy says. "Tor I know how you love mermaids and stuff. Well they have this whole ocean vibe thing going on. Its really pretty, you should come along. You too John!" She adds in. "Unless you guys want to hang out here together."

"I'll come." Torrie answers at once not liking the idea of being with John, just John, alone.

The sun went down over the horizon and darkness starts to beat down upon the atmosphere. At exactly eight pm sharp they headed out to the local club just located at the other side of the beach called "The Shore" Stacy and Randy led the way in and booked a table in the non smoking area. This wasn't like a club at all though. It was more of a restaurant bar with a tiny dance floor and a live band to support it. Torrie takes a seat at their table looking impressed by the design of the place. She always adored mermaids and anything that lived under the sea, even ugly death ceatures that lived at the bottom of the dept.

They all took their seats, ordered drinks and talked for awhile until Stacy pulled Randy off his chair and begged him to dance with her. The place didn't have a roof on top so the stars had been above them and Stacy was very fond of it. "Dance with me under the stars Randy!" She says in complete excitement.

"Oh..well ok." He says taking one last sip off his shot glass and allowed Stacy to led him to the empty dance floor. The place was cleared and there were no other customers there but them.

Torrie had hope that after the band's song was over that Stacy would return. She was starting to feel uncomfortable sitting here alone with John in front of her. He was finishing up his fourth bottle of beer without looking at her once. Good. She thought.

A couple songs had gone by and Stacy was no return. Torrie soon found herself slightly frowning and rolling her eyes in complete annoyance as Randy and Stacy decide to dance to one more song. She thought she had heard them say that twenty minutes ago. John on the other hand sat in silence across from her, pulling a waitress to his side and ordered his lucky number seven bottle of beer. Torrie can already smell his breath from where she sat but prevented herself from saying something to him.

Another song had passed and John drank up his eighth bottle. Torrie continued to sit there and watched Randy and Stacy grind against each other through the Jamaician beat. She sighs deeply looking down at her wrist watch.

"You can leave if you want. I'll just tell them you weren't feeling good." John says, speaking to her for the first time tonight.

Sounded like a great idea but the thought of possibly owing John a favor didn't register with her very well and she knocked it down. "Thanks, but its OK. I'm having a wonderful time."

Lie. He thought as soon as the words hit him causing him to mumble a soft whatever. "So, I heard you and Billy boy broke up. Hows the single life treatin' ya?"

"Been ok I guess." She boredly replies showing no sign of interest.

John nods. "Well thats good." He commented then replies jokingly without pausing. "I didn't believe it when I heard. I mean you guys are perfect together, your a great wife and he's just like you. A girl." He laughs.

Torrie rolls her eyes and then angrily replies. "You know Cena, from what I told you the other night I'd thought it would go through your head and you wouldn't label people without knowing them. But I guess I served myself wrong because I was right all along, you really are shallow."

This comment would have caused John to boil blood in his veins but instead he remained calm and was getting use to Torrie's insults, it was getting highly amusing to him now. "Don't you have any good things to say about me Torrie?"

Torrie chuckles. "I don't have anything good to say about shallow motherfuckers."

John smirks taking a sip off his beer. "You know I was joking."

"I don't joke Cena, espeically when the joke is on my husband." She snaps.

"Your ex-husband." He corrects.

"The divorce isn't final yet so partically I'm still married." She corrects back.

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever." He mumbles. Torrie takes her eyes off him and sets them on Stacy and Randy who looked like they weren't going to surface anytime soon. "You were a cry baby when you were younger, were you?" John asked.

Torrie's focus sets back on him. "What?" She asked not knowing where this was going.

"A cry baby." He repeats. "Surely you were because your so damn sensitive."

"How am I being sensitive?"

"Your sensitive all the time I can't even joke with you."

"How am I being sensitive?" She asked again.

John sits up straight and leans his arms on the table. "Well if you weren't so damn sensitive that night you and I could of bonded off the bat."

Torrie laughs. "You want to bond with me Cena?"

"Hmm, I'm actually trying but you keep pushing me off."

She shakes her head. "I'm not pushing you off."

He nods. "Yeah you are."

"No, I'm not." She says. This somehow upsets her. Was she missing something here?

"You gotta understand that I don't want to be your enemy Torrie, your a beautiful woman and I only want to be your friend." He says in a completely different tone. Torrie watches as he rises up from his seat walks over closer to her and touches her hand, placing his on top of them. "I'm a really nice guy if you just give the chance to prove it to you." He whispers as Torrie felt something being dropped to her lap. John winks at her and departed to the exit. Torrie watches him disappear and starts to feel like a total bitch for treating John the way she did.

The softness that linked to his voice was comforting and it felt like warmless had took over her body with no fault. John only wanted to be her friend? Only trying to make her laugh by joking with her? She had treated him so badly that she began to feel ashamed of herself. She had never in her life treated a human being as worse as she treated John. She felt like a complete different person and hated herself for letting her bad side lash out. Feeling so much guilt she wanted to go after John and apologize but her body froze in shameness. She faced the floor below her when she spotted her cellphone open resting on her lap. The blue light that came from the screen caught her eye and there was something texted on it. She lifts it up close enough to read the text message, she read it ;

"I'm sorry." -j0hn

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