Torrie opened her eyes only to see she had her arm around John Cena's chest.
"Ewww" Torrie whispered to herself quickly removing her arm off his chest.
"I can't believe I did that all night" Torrie mumbled to herself.
She sat up in bed and tied her hair back properly. She fiddled with her hair until… yesss! Perfect. She turned and stared at John, who was fast asleep. She couldn't take her eyes off him for some reason.
Why is he with Dawn she thought to herself.
I mean he's good looking, good-looking and good-looking and Dawn. She's so ugly.
She got up out of bed and headed towards the shower.
John woke up and noticed Torrie wasn't by his side. He then heard her voice. She was singing in the shower. He put his ear against the shower door.
He opened the door and went in.
"Good morning" he said heading towards the bathroom mirror.
"Morning" She said in the shower.
She suddenly stopped in shock.
"Hey" She screamed. "Get out of here"
She put her head around the shower curtain and saw him looking in the mirror. He then turned and looked at her.
"What the hell are you doing here" She said annoyed.
"Came to join you baby" John said sarcastically.
He then began to undo his belt.
"Okay Cena, this is getting freaky what the hell are you doing" She said a little freaked out.
"Like I said getting ready to join you…baby"
Torrie let out a scream, while John laughed away.
"Calm down woman I was only messing" John said laughing before walking out of the bathroom door.
"Cena you're a dead man" Torrie screamed at the top of her voice.
Torrie was dressed. All she had to do was straighten her hair. John had disappeared somewhere which was a blessing.
He then walked in with a bag.
"What the hell is that" Torrie questioned him still straitening her hair.
"Breakfast" He simply replied.
"Well I don't want any thank you very much" She replied mockingly.
"When I said breakfast I didn't mean for you, I bought it for myself" John laughed at her.
Her blood was boiling. She carried on with her hair not saying anything to him.
When she had finished she looked at herself in the mirror. All she had to do was her make-up.
She walked towards John. Who was lying on the bed!
"Move" She said trying to push him to aside.
"No" he simply said.
"You're sitting on my make-up bag" Torrie said irritated.
"Excuse me would be nice" John replied.
"Move please" Torrie said angrily.
"I suppose that'll do" John said moving to aside, so she could get her make-up bag.
Next thing he knew she was attacking him with her bag.
"This-is-for-walking-in-on-me-in-the-shower-and-this-is-for-not-moving-when-i-asked-you-the-first-time" she continued attacking him.
John then rolled on top off her and stared at her.
She began fiddling tiring to get out of this very unique situation.
His grasp got tighter. She stopped fiddling and looked at him.
"What" She shouted at him
"What…What" he replied on top of her.
"What you staring at woman… Cena" She quickly said.
"You" he said pleased that she hadn't called him a womanizer.
"Okay when you've done staring at me you wouldn't mind… GETTING THE HELL OFF ME" She bellowed at him.
"First you have to apologize for attacking me"
"Screw you" She said angrily
"Sorry what was that?"
"I said screw you Cena" Torrie said with tears in her eyes.
"Huh" John said not giving up.
"Fine I'm sorry" she said with tears in her eyes.
"It's okay" he gently whispered before getting off her and walking into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
Torrie lay still in the same position. She sat up and wiped the tears off her face.
She was speechless she didn't know what to say.