A/N: Cena is lame. Why can't people like cool guys, like…Edge? Hell, even Carlito is better than that guy right now.
Sorry, I'm ending my angry Cena rant now.
"John does plan on visiting today, you know," Chris told Brittany.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," Brittany replied, taking a sip from her Starbucks cup. "Is there anything you can do to make him go away?"
"Brit, John is one of my best friends. I'm not going to stop him from seeing the woman he loves," Chris said, pulling his rental car into the parking lot of Danielle's apartment complex. As he pulled into a spot and turned off the ignition, he turned to the woman in the passenger's seat and said, "And I'm pretty sure that you're not going to wrestle him down to prevent him from seeing her."
"I could…" she trailed off, tracing her finger around the rim of the cup.
"I wouldn't suggest it. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Please, John wouldn't do a damn thing to me. He's all…chivalrous and stuff," Brittany shivered in disgust.
"So, are you saying that I should be meaner to you?" Jericho teased.
Brittany smiled at the man sitting beside her. "I'll see you later."
"I'll call you," Chris said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before she got out of the car and he drove out of the parking lot.
At this moment, Brittany was really unsure if she should still be pissed at John. He did keep his word. Jericho did call her, and took her out on a coffee run, all because John told him to. I hate John, Brittany thought to herself. Chris probably only came because John told him to. Fuck you, John Cena.
When Brittany let herself into Danielle's apartment, she heard muffled screaming coming from Danielle's room. Brittany quickly set her coffee and purse down on the nearby table and ran to her best friend.
"Danielle, what the hell are you screaming about?" Brittany asked.
Danielle was laying face down on her bed, screaming into the pillow that her face was buried in and pounding her fists on the mattress. When she heard Brittany's voice, she lifted herself onto her elbows and turned her head back so she could talk to her. "John is on his way."
"Did he call you?"
"Yeah, he called the landline. I was too lazy to answer so it went to the machine and I heard it."
"I'll go delete it," Brittany said as she left the room, and Danielle continued on with her temper tantrum.
"Um, Brittany? Are you here?" John asked, opening the front door and poking his head it. Brittany had half a mind to kick the door shut and ramming it into John's neck, but she decided against it.
"Yes, shitbag. I'm here," Brittany announced.
"Is Danielle here?" John asked, letting himself in the apartment.
"Dumbass, she hasn't left that fucking room since you dumped her. Do you really think that all of a sudden she'd just mosey on out to the club?"
"John?" Danielle called, hearing his voice and Brittany's angry tone.
"Just go," Brittany mumbled, pointing down the hallway to Danielle's room.
John trudged down the hallway with a mix of excitement and dread filling the pit of his stomach. He was excited to see Danielle after a long time, but he was dreading her possible outburst. Thank god she's in the room. The worst thing that she can throw at me is a pillow, John thought, nearly chuckling as he knocked on the door.
"John…" Danielle whispered, but he still heard it. She was lying on her back this time, her hands clasped over her chest. Her blonde hair was sprawled all over the place, but not covering her face.
"Yeah…I'm here."
"Sit," she said, patting her hand down on a spot close to her. John obliged, not wanting to anger Danielle while she was in this peaceful state.
John had issues determining what a peaceful state actually was.
Once John sat down, Danielle sat up. "I can't fucking believe you, Cena! I have barely moved from this twenty foot square piece of foam that is called a mattress! This is all your fucking fault!"
"I've missed you as well," John smiled. He was accustomed to his boyish charm and good looks being able to get him out of trouble with any woman…
…but he forgot that his antics didn't work with Danielle.
"You close that fucking mouth and put away those nasty teeth, John. I'm not some cheap whore that you pick up on the corner and does whatever you tell her to. You lost all right to even attempt to sweet talk me into anything the moment you dumped me on our three year anniversary, you whore."
John had been called a man whore many times before in his life, and it never bothered him. Why? Because it simply wasn't true. However, when it came out of Danielle's mouth, it stung his heart and his ego. "You don't mean that."
"Do I look like I don't mean that?"
John looked up into Danielle's eyes that were shooting daggers back at him. He smacked his lips and stood up off of the bed. "What are you doing in two weeks?"
"Oh, I don't know, John. I was thinking about maybe renting a sailboat and sailing off to Australia. Maybe I'll adopt a kangaroo while I'm there, and buy a koala bear to stuff in the kangaroo's pouch so it can have a friend while we drive around on four wheelers and chase dingoes," Danielle ranted, all in one breath with a blank expression on her face.
If it weren't for the situation at hand, John would have cried from laughter. "I'll tell you this. In two weeks, I'll come back, and we'll go out on a date and have that anniversary dinner that we never had. How does that sound?"
"Like I'd rather stick needles in my eyes and sleep in a pit of lava," Danielle refuted with an evil smile.
"Great. I'll see you in two weeks."
As John headed out to leave, seeing as he had to return to New Orleans and film his second movie, he was stopped by Brittany who was sitting on the couch and watching television.
"I wouldn't count on it if I were you," she said, her eyes not moving from the television screen. She had heard the whole conversation.
"I shouldn't, but I am." He turned the doorknob, but turned around once more. "I told you he'd call."
"How much did you pay him?"
"Negative five bucks."
"What?"
"He paid me five bucks to leave so he could call you in private."
Brittany sighed, ripping her eyes away from her television programming that she really wasn't paying attention to, but was using it as a distraction from John. "Do I have a chance?"
The John in the ring might know what to say, but the real John didn't. "You have as much chance as I do getting Danielle back." He forgot that Brittany wanted him to get her back so she'd be happy, but Brittany didn't believe that it would happen. Danielle was much too stubborn, no matter how much she loved him.
"I fucking hate you, John."
"No! I meant that like you really do have a great chance!"
"Go film your shit movie."
"He'll call."
"And you're going to be one lonely old man someday."
"Probably."
A/N: I should never try to write while watching the same match over and over for a period of twelve hours.
And yes, it was the tag team match at Survivor Series. I like to laugh at Trevor Murdoch's sideburns…or something like that.
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