Welcome To My Truth

Chapter 12 : Ty, and Ty again.

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I sat back on the couch, listening to my ipod. " Go Girl." by Pitbull. The beat was so intense, and made me want to get up and dance. Hey what the heck, the guys aren't here, and apparently I'm in a good mood today. I stood up, and started singing the words, out loud.

party like a rockstar Look like a movie star Play like an all star mmm like a pornstar Baby I'm a superstar.

I moved my hips to the beat, and couldn't snese anyone near me. Boy, was I wrong. I snapped my attention to the door, when I saw John, Randy, and Ty staring at me oddly. All I could do was blush with embarrassment. I paused the song, and wrapped my Ipod up, stuffing it in my back pocket.

" How much did you see of that?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

Ty stepped in front of me. " When you were like, Play like an all star, mm like a pornstar." he started shaking his hips, imitating my dance moves. I shot an evil glare, before slapping him in the arm.

" Ay! What was that for?" he rubbed his arm, with a small frown.

JOhn and Randy stood there, as if they were walls. They didn't say a word, just listening to their children bicker, was probably funny. I sure as hell would think that. Espicially if you have a kid like Tyler. A crazy ass kid, who can't control himself most times. LAst week, he touched Melina's ass, and he ended up getting hunted down by five divas. Randy calmed them down, and high fived his son! A job well done? What is this man teaching his son, to be a player, and pervert! Wow, not good moral values. Then again, its Randy. A player himself, correct? Or is that John. I've heard stories about both of them, pretty interesting.

" For being the worst imitador of me!" I replied, folding my arms into my chest.

" Actually, that was pretty good." added Randy. " That;s how you looked like."

" Thanks, Rands, but I didn't look like a crazy fool, like this boy." I pointed my thumb, toward his son.

" Of course I'm crazy.." he smirked. " crazy for you." aww. how sweet, I'm blushing.

John stepped alongside of me, wrapping his arm around my small shoulder. " Stop hitting on my daughter."

Randy rose an eyeberow, and winked? " Hey, its not his fault, he is attracted to your daughter."

I stared up at John, and gave him this odd look of disgustment. " I don't think she's interested."

" Come on Cena, Ty is an Orton. everyone is interested in Orton's."

John shook his head. " Not Cena's girl."

I busted out a laugh, before eyeing the staring Ty. I rolled my eyes, as his signature smirk formed on his lips. " you want me."

Let me have some fun. " Oh yes, I want all of you."

Randy and JOhn bothed glanced at me, with shcoked faces. " Where did that come from."

I got close to Tyler, and smiled. " In your dreams."

With that, I left the room, with a jovial smile. Teasing never hurts anyone! I walked down the corridor, just thinking about the upcoming events this week, and the next. Did I mention? My birthday is next week! Hitting the big one four. Yeah, not that important, but exciting in some peculiar way. I wonder if John knew, then again, he forgot about all the birthday's the last ten years. Oh well, doesnt matter anyway. I'll just get family phonecalls, and that's it.

" Hayden!" a voice called, Ashley! I smiled, catching up to the Punk Diva. She gave me a hug, and twirled me around.

" Cute outfit." she winked. " got that with me right?"

" Of course I did." I told her, running a hand through my straight hair.

I was wearing, a short denim skirt, and a gray longsleeved shirt, with a pale blue tanktop under it. I had my chestnut colored Ugg slippers on, to tie it perfectly. My hair was straightened, bangs down , in a nice angle. I got to admit, I looked good, not conceited.

" So, how is it going?" she asked, as we sat in the catoring room.

" Good, John and I have been getting along more." I said. " that whole blow up crap, has been blown in the dust."

" That's good, its the past, no need to dread on it." she smiled, checking out her black polished nails.

" I know, that's why I was like whatever."

" Good thing. Changing the subject, how is Ty Ty?"

Rolling my eyes, I answered her curious question. " Still a conceited kid."

" Aw, he hits on you a lot..?"

" Yeah! Its not even funny."

" Hayden, he likes you. So cute.." she added in with a screech.

"No, he simply likes to annoy me..." I grinned, only to receive a shaking head.

" He definitly likes you. I bet, one day, you two are going to be together."

Is she actually saying this! Ashley, come on, that is not possible. I doubt Ty and I would get together. He's a player, he is playing games with me. Which, will be won by me every single time. If I were to ever fall for Ty, shoot me if you will. haha, joke right there.

" Ok, little over exagerating if you will."

" Nope, I'm dead serious. Its fate.." she nodded her head.

Fine Ash, wanna roll that dice, I will roll back.

"I can say the same thing for John and you."

She rose an eyebrow. " What are you talking about?"

" Cena likes you plain and simple."

" He can't like me. He's like my best friend."

Is she that blonde? Come on she has streaks.

" Ash, he flirts with you so much, how do you not notice."

Shrugging her shoulders. " I dunno Hayden.."

" Trust me, he likes you. I would not lie."

" Ok. whati f I told you..." she trailed off because of the my voice interuppting.

" You liked him?"

" Yeah.?"

I nodded my head, wiggled my eyebrows. " I can help you with that"

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third POV.

John sighed, as he took out his cellphone. He was preparing to get worried, about the situation he was in.

Ring Ring Ring...

" Hello?" a woman answered.

" Gianna, hey."

" John? Hi what's up?" she asked brightly.

" Nothing you know, just here."

" How's our daughter?"

" Great, we're getting along again.."

" Again?"

" We had a fight two weeks ago. big ass blowup."

" Was she being a smartass with you."

" No, I was the one who was being an ass."

" Oh my god.."

" Yeah, but its all resolved you know?"

" Thats good, you gotta let me in on this stuff. that girl tells me nothing, anymore."

" haha, no problem. Wait, I got a problem."

" Shoot."

" Hayden's birthday is next Saturday. I need your help."

" With what to get her correct?"

" Yes, I don't know what she likes."

" She loves jewelery."

" Ok, now I have a serious question to ask you."

" Alright."

" Where are those birthday cards."
" Why?"

" I want them... for her birthday."

" Fine, I'll send them to you, along with my present."

" Thank you so much Gia."

" You're lucky, I'm being nice to you today."

" Its for our amazing daughter, you gotta be nice."

" That's true, well I have work, so I'll speak with you later."

" Alright, thanks again Gianna, bye."

" Toodles."

John hung up the phone, and a huge smile took over his face. Randy,taping up his fists, peered at his friend strangely.

" Ok, what happened?"

" I have the perfect present for Hayden.."

Randy grinned, grabbing his shirt. " Good, me too."

Raising an eyebrow, John asked. " What is your present?"

Randy didn't hesitate to answer the question. " Tyler."

The WWE Champion shook his head, and chuckled. " that's perfect?"

" Yes, my son is the perfect looking, perfect personality, and will get your daughte'rs heart perfectly."
" Wanna bet on that?"

" yes, and I'll win." Randy finished, as the two men left the lockeroom.

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Hayden's POV.

" You are such an idiot..." I shouted, for the second time today. " I'm not a diva."

" You could be though. You got the looks, and attitude." he winked. " you can be my valet, my diva."

Blushing... am I ! Damn, he always says those sweet remarks, that are part of his game. Who knew a fourteen year old boy would have such charisma, and opinions on girls. Funny isn't it. I bet he gets it from his daddy.

I sat on the floor, with the control in my hand. Nothing interesting on television tonight... boring. All of a sudden, I felt a sudden shove. IT was Tyler! He took the control out of my hand, and started going through the channels. He stopped on some sports channel.

"Tyler, give it back." I calmly asked extending my hand out. Instead, he slapped in, as a polite gesture?

"No, Its mine..." he said leaning back on the chair.

This was definitly pissing me off, I want that control. I can't stand watching these sports shows. Talking about the Yankees, and they're little winning streaks. Ugh, sickening to me. Standing up from the floor, went for the grab. No help.

" Nuh Uh uh..." he wagged his finger in the air.

" Please.!" I begged, with the normal puppy dog face. He doesn't budge for those things, for he didn't have no emotion whatsoever. I'm going to get it, with my vexing screams.

" Let me see it!!" I screamed in a high pitched voice. He held his ears, and two men entered the room disabelieved.

" What are you planning on seeing!" John asked with worried eyes.

" The control.." I slowly mumbled. John held his chest, and so did Randy. okay?

" Thank god..." sighed the two men.

" What did you think?" I questioned.

" They thought you wanted to see my chimichanga." freely expressed Tyler, pointing at my pants.

Eww! Do they actually I have sucha dirty mind! yuck, no, eww, I'm disgusting just thinking about it.

" Hell no!" I yelled in a grossed voice.

" Sorry baby girl, it just sounded wrong." John hugged me, and kissed my forehead.

" I understand." I slightly grinned, glaring at the Orton.

Boy, did he make me say and think crazy things. Why? Because he's Tyler Orton of course . One of the most weirdest, perverted, free minded, guys in this planet. Good thing is, he's ap retty hot, and good kid. I hated to admit that, but I gotta. I'm a girl remember, we think about that stuff.

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i know, odd chappie. i wanted to add tyden moments. and foreshadowing i guess.please review!

thankss[[: michelle.