A/N: No special news other than I am off to the Italian cookery course soon so this may be slightly short. Luv ya'll

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Chapter 2 Morning Calls

Rylee Phoenix climbed out of bed after swatting her alarm clock; she wasn't exactly what people would call a morning person. She stretched out in bed and opened her eyes remembering the events of the night before. John Cena was sleeping in her hotel bath tub. She giggled to herself pulling out her cell phone from her case.

Ry U'll neva guess who's sleepin in ma bathroom. Tb luv Ry

Laura Ry, its 5am im goin to skin u alive. Oooh guessin game, who? X L X

Ry I'll giv ya a clue… THE CHAMP IS HERE!

Laura Now I no ya lyin

Ry No, im serious, Stephie got me a job and now Cena is sleepin in ma tub

Laura Girl, u have major problems. Now leave me to sleep, I have classes at 9, not everyone can swan off to the states and get a job off that biatch.

Ry Don't, shes ma sister. I no u 2 dnt c eye 2 eye, oh well just go back to Ur Randy Orton filled dreams.

Laura Don't worry I plan to.

Rylee smiled at her best friend's insanity, then, she got an idea. She pulled herself out of bed and quietly stuck her head around the bathroom door.

"John?" She whispered, trying not to laugh at the sight in front of her. The Champ was sprawled out in the bath, legs and arms thrown over the sides. Rylee quickly grabbed the cup from the sink and filled it with cold water, she turned the tap off then called for John again, this time slightly louder. The man was definitely a heavy sleeper. Rylee quickly lent over the bath so that the cup was above John's head.

"Crap!" Rylee squealed as she lost her footing and fell into the bath on top of John, waking the champ in the process as well as emptying the contents of the cup all over herself. "Jesus that's freezing!"

"Ha! Well, good morning to you to. I guess ya were going pour that on me." John said gazing up at the punk straddling his waist, dripping wet. Her hair falling into her face, she wasn't a girl he would normally go for – she wasn't plastic and blonde and well easy- she was genuine. She wasn't trying to get into his pants, she seemed like she could be a really cool person to have in his life, and right now that's exactly what the champ craved.

"Oh shut up Cena." She said pulling herself up out of the bath and then holding out her hand to pull John out as well. John stood next to her. "Well get out I need to take a shower." Rylee shooed him out of the bathroom door.

Rylee stood in front of the mirror, she sighed and turned the shower on. After washing her hair and body she let the hot water run down her face, comforted by the feeling. She got out, making sure there was enough water for John to have a shower or bath later on. Rylee wrapped a big, fluffy, white towel around her small frame and unlocked the door.

JOHN POV

I was lying back on the bed, propping my head up with my elbows when I heard the bathroom door unlock. The punk walked out in just a towel. And I sear my heart skipped a beat. She stood over her suitcase obviously searching for something to wear, running a hand back through her hair she smiled finding what she wanted. She giggled to herself before smiling at me and locking herself back in the bathroom.

END OF JOHN POV

Rylee laid her clothes out in front of her before she put them on, Rated R Superstar tank top, check. Fingerless gloves, check. Hair band, check. Black mini ra-ra skirt, check. Fishnet pull-ups, check. Black lucky French knickers, oh bugger. Rylee cursed herself now she would look like a fool.

"Er John, could you do me and huge favour?" Rylee stuck her head around the door frame

"Yeah sure. As long as it doesn't involve me and Orton dressing up as French maids and doing the conga in the hotel lobby. Stupid Red." John cursed his friend, Amy Dumas.

"No nothing like that. Well the thing is, I erm – "

"Spit it out woman."

"Find then will you pass me my lucky black, lacy, French knickers." Rylee cringed, not normally getting embarrassed in front of wrestlers, but hell this was John freaky Cena, the man's dimples were enough to make any girl weak at the knees.

John rummaged through Rylee's case finally finding the requested garment. He hald them up, Rylee nodded in reply. He waved them infront of her face.

"First you answer a question." John smirked.

"Fine."

"What's your name?"

"Rylee Phoenix."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"You only said one question." Rylee smiled grabbing the underwear from John's hand and returning her head and arm to the other side of the bathroom door.

"Women." John muttered switching on the television. A few minutes later, Rylee returned to the main room in her clothes (mentioned above) and her black and red hair kept off her face by a black and white striped headband, her hair curled up at the ens bounced off her shoulders. She played with her lip ring with her tongue while she pulled on a pair of flat knee length boots.

"Come on then." Rylee said standing up, and ordering the brown haired man who had gotten changed while Rylee had been hiding out in the shower stall. They both made it downstairs to the hotel's restaurant without saying a word to each other.

They sat down opposite each other, Rylee leaned back in her chair to fix her belly bar, and that's when John noticed a little circle with the letters ACD inside of it.

"They missed the C off ya tattoo." John said, making the girl's head snap up.

"What?" She asked confused.

"ACDC not ACD."

"Damn Cena you are a fool." Rylee rolled her eyes "It's someone's initials." Rylee stood up and stretched out. "You want some coffee?"

"What the HELL are you wearing!" Cena yelled gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

"Well you took ya time," Rylee smirked as she smoothed out her Rated R Superstar tank top, "I'll just go get the coffee." Rylee stood waiting for her coffee, she felt someone walk up behind her.

"Hi, I'm Amy, I hope John isn't bothering you. He's not really a morning person." The red headed diva laughed as she began to make her coffee.

"Well I did make him sleep in the bath tub." Rylee smirked.

"Oh I wish I could have seen that." Amy laughed.

"So what's your name?"

"Girl, you think after all these years, and all the crap we've put up with not to mention the fact that you have my initials tattooed on ya wrist." Rylee walked away and stood by John. "5-4-3-2-1." John looked at her like she was crazy, he followed her direction of sight and found a dumbstruck Amy. Then Rylee hit 5.

"RYLEE PHEONIX MCMAHON!" Amy ran across the restaurant spearing Rylee to the floor with a death grip hug.

A/N: NaHa! evil smile I said this would be short but I got home early so I decide to do it again. Well must go sleep Desperate Housewives is on. R&R plzzzz and I will send you cookies.