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Title: Hearts And Minds
Chapter: 2
Pairing/s: John/Maria, John/Lita (Amy), Randy/Lita (Amy)
Rating: PG-13/T, bound to go up.
Summary: When things go from bad to worse between John and Maria, Lita tries to be a good friend without letting her feelings get in the way.
Author's Notes: I want to thank everybody who left a review in chapter 1, and would just like to say I hope y'all like this one too. It's not gonna be a very substantial chapter, it's gonna essentially be very short, but it's going to get things moving along. Chapter 2 takes place the night after the accident, which just happens to be a Monday.
HEARTS AND MINDS
CHAPTER 2
Amy is startled awake by the knock on the door. Stretching a bit and taking a deep breath, she gets up to answer.
"Hey Amy," greets a semi-smiling Randy, his newly acquired championship slung and shimmering over his shoulder, "Can I come in?"
"John's asleep," Amy informs him, rubbing at her eyes, "He must've fallen asleep some time during Raw."
"I'll pretend I don't resent that, just because he's in a bad way," Randy jokes as he makes his way inside.
True enough, John is asleep on his bed, snoring softly, but not really. His eyebrows are semi-furrowed as if he's dreaming something terrible. Randy sets his championship aside.
"Have you been here all this time?" Randy asks Amy who's making some coffee.
"I don't really have anything else better to do with my time," Amy replies, handing Randy a cup of coffee, "The guys brought my luggage, and whatever could be saved of John's and Maria's, which really isn't a lot."
"They'll have some serious shopping to do once they're out of here," Randy laughs. Amy smiles, but it doesn't last very long. "Hey," Randy tells her, stroking her back with a hand consolingly, "You okay?"
"Yeah," Amy says, but knows Randy can read her like a book, "Well, no. Adam's…..he's not speaking to me. I knew he wouldn't, but you know….it's been a couple of months…I would've thought…"
"Well, he's a jackass, we all know that," Randy replies, but Amy shakes her head.
"He's a great guy," she tells him, "You just have to get to know him."
"And yet," Randy adds, "You have to admit, it wasn't really a terrible loss. In fact, I personally think that it was more his loss than it was yours."
Amy rewards his efforts at cheering her up with a soft smile of gratitude. The moment is broken, however, when another voice adds itself to the mix.
"God, will you guys get a room?" John says groggily, "Preferably not mine?"
"Hey John," Randy greets, standing to walk to John's bed, slinging his belt over his shoulder.
"Hey Champ," John greets back with a smile, "Blinding me with the bling, how very sensitive of you. You know you're on my list now?"
"Aww, I'm touched," Randy replies, "I've been promoted out of Your Little Black Book onto the Shit List! I'm honored."
John promptly flips him off, and as he raises an eyebrow at his best friend, he spots Amy coming toward him.
"Hey Red," he greets, "I thought you might have gone by now."
Amy shrugs as she makes the top half of the bed come up so that John is comfortably sitting up. "I've got nothing to do anyway," she tells him sincerely, "Might as well be somewhere I can be useful."
John gives her a grateful smile as Amy's phone goes off. Amy excuses herself to take the call outside.
"Orton, I see that smirk spreading across your face," John says warningly, but smilingly, "And whether it's because you're watching her leave, or you've got something else in mind, I don't like it."
"What?" Randy laughs, feigning innocence, "What did I do?"
"Man, whatever," John snorts, "Just leave the girl alone, k? She's been through enough."
It's Randy's turn to snort, and snort he does. "You're telling me that?" he asks in reply, "I should be the one telling her that about you?"
"Bro, what the fuck are you talking about?" John asks.
"Dude, you've GOT to be shitting me," Randy says, "Seriously, how bad was that crash? You can't tell me you don't see it?"
"See what?"
Randy laughs his little "I know more than you do" laugh.
"Red likes you, Cena," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "I mean, seriously."
"You mean, seriously?" John echoes, laughing, "Dude, Randy, I think you've spent too much time spying on the Divas in their locker room, you're actually starting to sound like them."
"Fine," Randy answers with a shrug, "Don't believe me. I'm just the beeeeeeeeest friend, you don't have to believe me all the time." Randy makes to leave.
"I don't," John replies as the door opens again.
"Sorry, it was my uncle," Amy tells them, pocketing her phone, "I didn't show up on Raw, he was worried. You boys okay?"
"Yeah," Randy says, that sly smile returning, "Just talking actually."
"Yeah?" Amy asks, "About what?"
"About you, sexy," Randy answers, "And John's cheered up loads because of it too, look! He's smiling."
"Get out of my room, Orton!" John orders.
"Going, going!" Randy laughs, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Freakin' jackass," John remarks as soon as the door clicks closed, "I'd kick his ass if I wasn't hurt."
"I'm sure," Amy responds, "Just…for curiosity's sake, were you talking about me?"
"Randy was," John answers, "No offense, Amy, but I'm just…I guess I'm just not in the mood to be talking about a lot of things lately."
Amy shrugs and nods, showing that she understands. All of a sudden, there's a frantic knocking on the door, making them both jump out of their skins.
"Amy! Amy, it's Trish, let me in! QUICK!"
Trish nearly knocks Amy over as she barges into the room and heads straight for John.
"Oh, thank God, you're awake," she says breathlessly, "You've gotta come. It's Maria."
"Maria!" John asks, suddenly invigorated, "How is she! Is something wrong!"
"No, no, nothing's wrong," Trish tells him, the exhaustion on her face being replaced by a smile, "I just thought I should tell you. Maria's awake."
END CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3 COMING V. SOON