Chapter 10 – Journeys home.

After a sell out crowd from the night before, Laura and Rylee's ears were still ringing. And now with their newly signed contracts, they were on a constant high.

"Do I have to leave her behind." Rylee moaned climbing into the limo, looking at her beloved car one last time.

"Yes you have to leave her, honey. I'm sure we can ship her over." Laura reassured her from Randy's arms.

"What did you tell uni?" Rylee asked the brunette.

"Oh, yeah that reminds me. Er, J can you take us to uni before we go to the airport?"

"Of course Laura." Jack replied from the driver's seat.

"You mean to tell me that you haven't actually told them that ya finishing yet." Rylee sat mouth open. "Whose lesson are you supposed to be in?"

"Jackson!" Laura squealed with delight.

"I've got a plan."

10 minutes later…

Laura and Rylee strolled into the classroom, sitting in their usual seats at the fronts of the class by the two hottest guys in the class. Benji watched from the back of the room.

"Girls, where on earth have you been!" Mr Jackson, their English literature teacher yelled at them. "You can't just expect to wander into a class when you are this late. So explain yourselves." He demanded.

"Well I was with a certain legend killer. I don't know where you were Ry." Laura turned to Rylee smirking.

"Yes, well I was with a certain champ, ya know what with me being a chain gang solider and all." The class sniggered.

"Rylee I have told you time and time again, you're last name is not McMahon, you are wasting your time on this wrestling malarkey."

"Excuse me." The whole class turned around as Amy popped her head around the door, Trish pushed past her.

"Come on girls we aint got all day to spend with these losers." Trish flicked her wrist at the members of the class.

"That's Trish Stratus." Someone in the third row whispered, loud enough for Trish to hear.

"Well done." Trish rolled her eyes, clapping her hands.

"Yo Johnny boy." John walked in as Rylee called for him.

"Yup baby girl." He walked past the whole of the class and up to the front by Rylee. He pulled her up to her feet. "Oi, Randall!"

"What av I told you people about callin me that! Hey babes." He smirked on seeing Laura. He pulled her to her feet.

"Ohmygod. That is actually Randy Orton, and, and John Cena." Charity Green in the back row gasped.

"Oh sweet Jesus, I thought you'd have some better material than that, Charity." Rylee scoffed. "What did she used to say Laura?" Laura cleared her throat.

"You'll never get there. No one believes you any way. You are a complete dog. Every one hates you. You have no friends. Why do you keep saying that you'll get a contract, you are too damn fat to be a diva, unless you're aiming for sumo wrestling." Laura finished off in a fake, high pitch, squeaky voice.

"So just to inform ya'll," Amy started from where she was sat on some random desk near the back, "both muh girls, just got five year contracts."

"Yeah babies, we've got a plane to catch and a show to put on." With that the wrestlers began filing out of the room, Rylee turned around and yelled back.

"You want some, come get some."

On the plane…

"Damn that was fun." Rylee high-fived Laura for what most have been the seventeenth time since they got on the plane. It was now dark outside and they had been flying for a good two hours.

"I'm gunna go see Randy, okay pumpkin." Laura got up and joined a sleepy Randy. Rylee was about to turn over when John sat down in Laura's place.

"Damn that girl can talk." He chuckled, he brushed his hand up against Rylee's. "I just wanna tell you something." He leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"I'm listening Mr Cena." Rylee looked straight into his crystal blue eyes.

"I believe in you, and I think you are perfect." He smiled, kissing her forehead.

"How long is it till we land?" Rylee cuddled into John's side his arm wrapping around her. She breathed in taking in his smell, kinda like peaches.

"Dunno, bout four, five hours." John whispered, leaning his cheek on the top of her head. "Rylee. Rylee?" John looked down to find her fast asleep. "Bloody woman didn't do anything today."

2 hours later …

Rylee woke up to find her face smushed (it's a word now) up against the plane window. She slowly turned around to find John pretty much passed out. She climbed up to the look over the back of her chair. Trish, Amy and Dave were flat out. She managed to clamber over John and out onto the aisle to see if she could find Jeff or Laura, or Randy. Or someone that wasn't asleep.

Rylee walked down to Laura's seat, she was sat in between Randy and Jeff. Jeff was watching Scooby Doo, and the two lovebirds were making out. Rylee tapped Jeff on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Help me shift him." She said, motioning to Randy.

"Will do." Jeff answered, smiling cheekily at his best friend. "Randy?"

"Uh huh." He replied moving slightly to the side.

"You scared of flying right?"

"Well, I don't like flying, yeah." Randy replied.

"Can you guys hear a ticking?" Rylee asked, putting on a concentrated face and looking off in loads of directions.

"What?" Randy asked, looking slightly alarmed.

"I thought I could hear it before." Laura said, joining in on the insaneness that was her best mate.

"Yeah I'm sure I could." Jeff added.

"Shut up you guys." Randy sulked in the corner.

"Randall, hunny." Rylee gained a disgusted look from randy. "Will you go check on John for me?" Rylee said looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Do you know how to do that?" Randy questioned Laura, who simply looked at him with the same puppy dog eyes Rylee was using. "I'm doomed." Randy got up off his chair and walked down the aisle towards John. Poking him in the head, when he reached his best friend, to wake him.

"Am bored." Rylee whined. Laura leaned forward into the crash position. "What the heck are you doing?"

"Waiting." Laura smiled from her position.

"I've got an idea." Rylee said with an evil smirked on her face.

A few minutes later, an air hostess tapped Randy on the shoulder.

"Sir?"

"Er, yes." Randy replied.

"This is for you." The air hostess gave him a folded piece of paper. Randy unfolded it.

There's a bomb under ya seat…

"RYLEE!" Randy screamed back at a collapsed pile of giggling people, also known as Rylee, Laura and Jeff.

Jeff and the girls spent the rest of the flight causing mayhem on the plane, frequently asking air stewards if they could walk their dogs, pointing back at John and Randy. After being told for the fifth time that they could not play flag football on a plane, the gang sat down.

"Er miss?" Jeff stopped a stewardess that was attempting not to look in his eyes.

"Yes, Mr Hardy." She replied impatiently, tapping her foot on the floor and folding her arms across her chest.

"Can we have a pizza please?" Rylee broke out into another fit of giggles.

"We are landing in ten minutes sir, so for the seventh time, no. You can not order a pizza on a plane." She walked away.

"Well, I'm off to sit with John." Rylee pulled herself up and returned to her seat, which Randy had left to sit back with Laura.

"Hey baby girl." John smiled as Rylee snuggled into his chest. "We landing soon?"

"Yeah, about ten minutes."

"You been causing pandemonium for the plane crew?"

"Maybe." Rylee replied with a cheeky smirk on her face, she played with her lip ring with her tongue. "Hey, will you come with me so I can get a new tattoo?"

"Do I have to get anything done?"

"No."

"Then yeah, I'll come." John kissed the top of her head as the plane landed in the sunny states.

A/N: Would have been longer but I have an Italian cookery class to go to. And the old Italian man will bat me around the head with a frying pan if I am late again, x abbey x.