A/N: Make it a speedy one, Danielle (please?). I'm having a shitty day. MY CAT IS GONE D: Okay, so it wasn't really my cat and we were only taking care of it until it was big enough to go back to the humane society, but still…

"Here, take this," Brittany said, gently tossing a crumpled up piece of paper to Danielle who was lounging on the couch. In recent days, she had been moving around the apartment more. Gone were her days of just sitting and crying in her bed, doing nothing unless Brittany made her.

Danielle unrolled the paper and read it's contents, her eyes nearly bulging out of her face. "What the hell is this?" she asked.

"It's from John, so it's clearly fucked up," Brittany said, rolling her eyes. "I swear, that man is so retarded. I don't even know what he's doing or why you continue to put up with him."

"I'm not putting up with him," Danielle scoffed, folding the paper up nicely and setting it next to her on the couch.

"Then why haven't you moved on? I'm sure that Chris has some lovely friends that we could set you up with," Brittany suggested.

"Why haven't I moved on? Oh, because it hurts so bad to see him flirt with that girl every week on TV, even though I know it's scripted. Because I hate the way he wrestles. Because I hate the way he thinks he's so eloquent on the microphone. Because…because I'm still in love with him, damnit!" Danielle ranted, standing up straight off the couch.

Brittany's eyes widened at Danielle's sudden outburst. "Did you tell him that?"

"Hell no, I didn't tell him! He can't know. If he knew, he'll think that he did nothing wrong, and he did a hell of a lot of wrong, Brit. He did so much wrong that I don't even think he can fix it. And what the hell is up with this list? What the hell is he going to do, make me a fucking billboard with that? He asked what my favorite font is! What is that shit?!"

"I don't know," Brittany sighed, rolling her eyes. "Just answer the questions and see what he wants."

"Oh, I'll answer those damn questions, alright," Danielle said, sounding determined. She grabbed a hardcover book off the bookshelf and picked the paper off from the couch. She sat down, unfolded the paper and put it on the book so she could answer the questions.

1. Danielle's favorite color?
Three years and you don't know my favorite color? What kind of boyfriend are you?

2. Danielle's favorite number?
One: the number of brain cells you have, the number of torn pecs you've suffered, and the number of balls you're going to have once I get through with you.

3. Danielle's favorite television show?
Whatever show you haven't tainted with your presence.

4. Danielle's favorite type of cheese?
What kind of a question is that?

5. Danielle's favorite type of weather?
Stormy so I can hope the wind carries you away.

6. Danielle's favorite type of font?
Seriously, John, that's worse than the cheese question.

7. Danielle's favorite book?
Any book is fine. I think every book is more interesting than listening to you talk.

8. Danielle's favorite animal?
I would say a dog because they're loyal, but I think I've called you a dog before, and that's a disgrace to the poor animal.

9. Danielle's favorite food?
You should know that by now, you asshole.

10. Danielle's favorite Disney Princess?
What are you, a five year old girl?

11. Danielle's favorite movie?
Titanic because Rose let's that fucker fall into the bottom of the ocean. You go girl.

12. Danielle's favorite type of computer?
Laptop because it's easier to pick up and throw at your big head. But I suppose a desktop would hit harder.

13. Danielle's favorite childhood memory?
Any time before I met you is a good memory.

14. Danielle's favorite song?
The chorus of the crowd chanting "Cena sucks."

15. Danielle's favorite season?
Winter so there's a chance you'll spin out on the freeway.

16. Danielle's favorite flower?
Whatever ones die the fastest.

17. Danielle's favorite name?
I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing. It sure as hell isn't John Felix Anthony Cena.

18. Danielle's favorite relative?
Who needs family when I have an ex-boyfriend like you?

19. Danielle's favorite radio station?
Whatever station isn't playing your crappy shit you like to call music.

20. Danielle's favorite drink?
Vodka because if I drink enough of it, you don't look like Marky Mark.

Brittany looked over what Danielle had written. She nearly died of laughter.

Danielle didn't find it very funny. "What are you laughing about?" she rudely asked, still in her angry mode from just finishing her answers.

"This is great," Brittany stammered, wiping a tear of joy from her eye. "Look, if you love him like you say you do, he'll never know by reading this."

"Well, that's kind of the point," Danielle said, putting the book back on the shelf.

"I'll give it to Chris and I'll have him give it to John, okay?"

"Whatever."

"Come on, this really isn't funny!" John whined while his friends roared with laughter. He had just finished reading the note out loud to Chris, Randy, and Hunter.

"Hate to break it to you, kid, but it is pretty damn funny," Hunter said, patting John on the back.

"How is this funny? She completely hates me!"

"No, she doesn't," Chris assured him.

"Um, Jericho? It kind of seems like she does," Randy said, agreeing with John.

"Randy, I know you're not used to wearing pants, but I think those are too tight for you and is messing with your mind," Jericho said, causing Randy to check his waistline. "John, she doesn't hate you."

"Did you not hear the tone of her writing? She used some pretty strong words and phrases," John reasoned with Chris.

"If she put that much emotion into it, she doesn't hate you. Trust me."

"Trusting you has never been a good thing," John said.

"Hey, I'm Y2J. I'm here to save you."