A/N: in an attempt to make up for how crappy the last chapter was, here is a longer one. Please review, x abbey x
Chapter 6 – In the hotel and the kiss.
"Are you two still coming tonight?" Amy yelled at the cell phone Trish had held up, on speaker phone so that the contents of the hotel room could hear what was going on.
"Yeah sure we are," Rylee paused on the other end. "As soon as a certain someone gets his ass out of the shower!" She yelled banging her fist on the bathroom door.
"What man!" John yelled back from the shower stall. The hot water running down onto his face as he thought of the punk in the next room and the bruises on her arm, and who the hell this dude that was calling her was.
"Hurry ya ass up!" Rylee yelled back. Cradling the phone in between her shoulder and her head.
"Well, we'll let you two get on. Meet everyone in the lobby at 8pm. Don't be late, got it." Trish smiled.
"Got it." Rylee snapped her cell phone shut and turned around to see John Cena in the smallest hand towel known to man. Blushing slightly, water droplets dripping off strands of his hair and running down the length of his body. "I, erm. Need, err, shower." Rylee stuttered trying to concentrate on a very interesting patch of light on the ceiling.
"Rylee," John said, almost in a whisper. He leaned close to her so she could feel his breathe dancing on her exposed cheek and neck.
"Uh huh." She replied trying to hold up her composure. Don't look at the dimples, what ever you do. DO NOT LOOK AT THE DAMN DIMPLES! Rylee screamed in her head knowing that if she did she'd be gone forever.
"You've got the shower all to ya self." John chuckled to himself, knowing the impact he had on her. She playfully slapped his shoulder before locking herself in the bathroom. Rylee slid down the back of the door; she pulled her knees up to her chest and slapped her forehead.
"Stupid dimples. Stupid, stupid dimples!" She growled to herself. After a few moments she pulled herself up to her feet, checked herself in the mirror as always and then stripped off to hop into the shower.
Meanwhile in the next room with John…
John managed to find clothes and changed into his usual; short jeans and a chain gang jersey. He was taking part in a wild goose chase to find his lucky cap when his cell phone rang. He dived up over the bed to dig it out of his other pants.
"Speak to me." John demanded.
"Hey John. What time should I tell Laura to come to the hotel?" Randy's voice echoed down the phone line. Even by the sound of his voice John could tell that there was his worldwide known smirk plastered across his face.
"I'd say about half seven and tell her that me and Ry are in room 109." John began hunting for his lucky hat again. "Is she still with you?" John head shot up at the sound of the bathroom door unlocking and opening up to reveal Rylee standing with a small towel to cover herself with.
"What's up with all the small damn towels in this place?" She grumbled.
"No, I took her back to her dorm but I'm gunna pick her up later. And before you say it, Stacey isn't here so I couldn't give a damn. She's probably screwing that dancing kid she partnered with on that show she did." Randy rambled on, still bitter about being dumped for a dancer that she'd known for a matter of weeks. John sat down on the bed in an attempt to steady himself.
"Uh huh." John kept his eyes on Rylee, following her every movement. He couldn't help himself. She just had this energy about her that lead you to her, and you couldn't stop it. As much as you tried, you couldn't ignore it. He watched her pull out her desired clothes for the night.
"Welcome to the world of John Cena, ladies and gentleman. In front of him we have the object he desires, up here in the brain department, we have nothing. Stop ya staring and tell her you like her!" Randy said sarcastically down the phone.
"Shut up Orton." John snapped.
"Oh, I see you have returned. So who won the starring competition, you or Ry's ass?" Randy chuckled.
"See ya later, ya freak." John flipped his phone shut. He sat back on the bed, giving up all hope of finding his lucky hat.
"Randy?" Rylee asked looking up having found the last piece of desired clothing. John nodded. "What did he want?"
"Just to say that Laura is coming down for about half seven."
"Oh ok." Rylee started to hum to herself as she looked for her new boots.
"So am I gunna get to see what you bought or not?" John smirked.
"Sure, just a second." Rylee picked up all the bags and ran back into the bathroom. "Wait," her head popped around the door, "Do we have time?"
"Yeah, it's only five now." John lay back, resting on his elbows. A smile fixed onto his face, as Rylee's head returned to the other side of the bathroom door. A few moments later the punk returned in a pink von Dutch cap, a pair of black knee high stiletto boots, a black mini skirt and a pink and black camisole top.
"Oh, oh look what I can do." She spun around doing the go daddy slut dance. After spinning a few times she collapsed into a heap on the bed next to John, laughing.
"You are wearing that tonight aren't you?" John asked.
"Yeah, why?" Rylee replied trying to calm herself down.
"Just wondering." John replied, getting up to start the search for his lucky hat yet again. "Have you seen muh-"
"Lucky hat? Yes, it's in the bathroom." Rylee said getting up to retrieve the hat.
"How did you know?"
"Because I'm amazing." Rylee chuckled picking up her cell phone from the desk and punching in Trish's cell number.
"Yeah?" Trish asked as she answered the phone.
"Are you guys finished getting ready?" Rylee asked checking her false nails that Trish had insisted on, to cover her bitten down ones.
"I am!" A faint squeak came from the background. Then another and another.
"Yeah, we're all done. Why?" Trish asked. "You haven't locked Cena on the balcony like you did Chris, have you?"
"Now hey, he had it coming to him. And no I haven't locked John up anywhere," Rylee got John's attention at the sound of his name." Yet."
"So what's up?" Trish quizzed her.
"I just need some very helpful divas to straighten muh hair and maybe check muh outfit." Rylee crossed her fingers.
"Yeah sure, we'll be down in like five minutes."
7.20pm…
"Would you women get the hell outta that bathroom!" John yelled banging his fist on the bathroom door. "You've been in there for nearly two freakin' hours!"
"Shut up John." Amy yelled back from the other side.
"Oh, don't start with me Red, I'll kick ya ass." John yelled back.
"I'd like to see you try." The red headed diva scoffed.
"Don't tempt me Red." He pointed his finger at the door, someone knocked at the hotel room door. "Coming."
"Room service." A put on squeaky voice sounded from the other side of the door. John opened it to find Randy with his arm wrapped around the shoulders of the insane 5 foot brunette from the shopping mall.
"And here's me thinking it was Scooby Doo and the gang." John smirked, "Their in the bathroom, if you can get them out in the next ten minutes then I buy all ya drinks tonight." John said to Laura.
"Done." She laughed.
Approximately 7 minutes later…
Laura walked out followed by Amy, Trish, Rylee, Ashley and Victoria. She walked up to John, who was standing on the balcony talking to Randy. She tapped him on the shoulder.
"You owe me." Laura smirked.
"Don't worry man, she's little she won't be able to handle that much." Randy said, smiling at Laura.
"Be prepared, this girl has the reputation of being the alcoholic of the group." Amy laughed.
"I resent that comment, I am not an alcoholic, I am a drunk. Alcoholics go to meetings." Laura turned around and walked back into the room.
"We going now?" Trish asked.
"Might as well, I'll ring Dave." Amy smiled at her boyfriend's name.
"You do that kid, but I'm starving can we pick up some food before we go?" Rylee asked, applying puppy dog eyes to John.
"Yeah sure." John took Rylee's hand and was half way out of the door before he yelled back, "We'll meet yas in the lobby!"
"Well you must be hungry." Rylee laughed as John pulled her into the elevator. John looked up, to look straight into Rylee's eyes. "John?"
He said nothing, only moved closer to Rylee who stepped back.
"John, say something." Rylee backed up against the elevator wall. John's face centimetres away from hers. "John, what are you doing?" Ry's voice down to a whisper.
"This." John's lips crashed down against Rylee's. He grabbed her hands and intertwined his finger with hers, he moved her hands up above her head and pinned them onto the wall. He finally pulled back, and so did Rylee, that was her right arm that she pulled back and slapped John clear in the face. Just as her hand connected with her face the elevator doors pinged open, Rylee ran out of the elevator, past the reception desk and straight out of the door
A/N: I wouldn't av bloody well slapped him. Lol. The cookies and cake are up for grabs still. That is if me and Laura don't eat them first. Mmh cake.