A/N: I have been wrongfully bribed to continue this by someone who didn't even add it to her favorite stories.

Boo that.

And I'm already sending my deepest and most sincere apologies.

"Go away," Danielle snarled, violently smashing the ear buds back into her ears and turning on a very angry song to drown out John's so called apology.

"Alright then," John sighed and turned around, giving up all hope.

"Oh, no you don't!" Brittany yelled, storming up to the man that was causing her best friend all of this pain for god knows how long. "You get right back into that room and fix this! I'm not a fucking babysitter, John. Do you know what fucked up shit I had to deal with because of your idiocy? I know she's my best friend, but I can't take this shit for much longer. I have shit I have to do that I've been neglecting because of you. I don't care how you do it, but you're going to march right back in that bedroom and set this right."

Brittany's anger only multiplied when John returned her little rant with a devilish grin.

"What is wrong with you, Cena?"

"Jericho's single."

Brittany's angry frown twitched a little bit. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"He's finally gotten over the messy divorce and he's ready to date again, so I was thinking…"

"Great, John. That's just wonderful. Just because I spoke my mind, you come up with some random incentive for me to deal with it? That's really nice, Cena."

"You know you're going to double date with us anyways."

Brittany couldn't help but crack a smile. "I know…but that's only if you get her to talk to you. Good luck with that."

"Looks like I'm going to need it," John sighed. He turned around and headed back for Danielle's room, but stopped because he had just one more question for his ex girlfriend's best friend. "I thought for sure that you would have told her to get over me."

"I did, Cena. I told her that she didn't need your bullshit. You left her for a shitty ass reason, and no matter how sick of her I am right now, she doesn't need that. No girl does."

"It comes with being a wrestler's girlfriend."

"No, it comes from dating an idiot."

"You're right," John mumbled as he finally went back into Danielle's room.

He slowly opened the door to find her completely under the covers. Through the blasting of some horrendous death metal song through her headphones, he could hear her sobbing. John carefully tiptoed over to the side of the bed and sat down next to her.

He recoiled a bit when she yanked the ear buds out of her ears. "Brittany, I--" she said as she sat up, but cut herself off when she saw that it was John. "Haven't you gotten enough pleasure out of breaking my heart? Are you here to completely demolish it this time?"

"No, on the contrary, that is not why I am here right now. I'm here to apologize."

Danielle started laughing through her tears, something that John found oddly confusing.

"Why are you laughing about that? I'm being serious."

"Oh, I don't know, John," Danielle ranted sarcastically. "When you dumped me on our three year anniversary oh so cruelly, I didn't think that you'd ever come back. When a person dumps someone so heartlessly like you did, they usually don't come crawling back and apologizing for it."

As upset as he was with himself, John didn't appreciate Danielle talking to him like that. He stood up from the bed and said, "Hey, no one said that I was crawling back to you."

"Then why are you here?"

"Damnit, Danielle! Can't I just apologize? Can't we go back to the way things used to be?"

Danielle slammed herself back down onto the bed and started banging her face with a pillow.

"Don't do that…" John said, taking the pillow away from her as Danielle shot back up with an even angrier look on her face.

"You…cannot…just come back here…and simply say…that you're sorry…and that you love me…and just expect everything…to go back to normal," Danielle gasped in between angry intakes of oxygen.

"Why not? I love you, and I sure as hell know that you love me. Why can't that fix it?"

Danielle jumped out of her bed for the first time in who knows how long. "That is exactly the problem with boys! They always say that girls are the ones that think their lives are like fairy tales, but in reality, the boys are the ones that think that. Seriously, John, you are pathetic! You cannot come in here and say a couple of words and expect that to make everything magically better. I'm not a damsel in distress and you are not Prince Charming. I don't care how many people call you this, but…"

"But what?" John asked incredulously, shocked at Danielle's sudden outburst of hidden aggression.

"You're not Superman," she gently whispered as she jumped back into bed and hid under the covers.

"I know that. I'm the one telling everyone that I'm not."

Danielle let out a disgusted huff and rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, I just wish you wouldn't let your television character get to your head. You're not him."

"I know."

"You know what, John? I can't deal with you right now. You see the state I'm in? This is because of you. You're dead to me right now."

"You know that's not true."

"…Just…I don't know," Danielle cried, once again allowing tears to stream from her eyes.

"Look, I have to go back and film my movie…"

"Of course, filming another movie that's exactly the same as the first one. You have enough money, John. You don't need to keep embarrassing yourself to earn a couple hundred thousand dollars."

That comment stung John's ego a bit. "I'm going to let that little remark slide because I know you're upset with me."

"No shit."

"I have a day off in a week. I'll come back and visit you then…if that's alright with you."

"Not like I have a choice."

"Not like you're going to say no." He leaned over to give her a much needed kiss, but she pulled the covers over her head even tighter and slid deeper into her mock shield.

John left the room, but didn't leave the apartment before being confronted by Brittany. "You really are a jackass, John."

"You never did like me, did you, Brit?"

"Not at first, but then you ended up being a good guy. Now? I don't know what to think of you, to be honest."

"I'll have Jericho call you."

"That doesn't fix a damn thing, Cena, and you know it. See you in a week."

A/N: Yay, so this is a bit longer than my usual updates…

Danielle, now it's up to you.

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