A/N: Okay, lads and lasses we are back in business. I know that I haven't updated in ages. So ama do it now.
Chapter 15 The intense look of concentration.
John held on to Rylee's hand. How was he going to tell her? Would she understand? Well, there was only one way to find out.
"Erm, I've been thinking for a while," John started. "I know we've only known each other for a couple of weeks and all. But I really like you." John rambled on. Rylee sat in her bed, smiling at what she hoped would come next. "So, what I'm trying to say is, will you go out with me?" John stared at the floor; no girl had ever made him this nervous before. Rylee smiled, she was right, John sat awaiting her answer, uncomfortably puling on the loose thread of his jeans.
"John." His head snapped up at her cheerful tone, "Yes." She beamed as John nearly jumped onto the hospital bed, but decided not to when he noticed all the wires and tubes circling her body. They sat in comfortable silence for a while before Rylee spoke up. "Johnny, when can I go home?" John laughed.
"Tomorrow."
Next Day…
Laura and Fallon bounded into Rylee's hospital room, hyper from the night before. Amy, Trish and the other divas piling him behind them. They found the room empty except for a sleeping John, his arms flung over the chair.
"Come on John, wakey wakey." Laura giggled prodding a sleeping champ.
"Five more minutes." He grumbled.
"JOHN FELIX ANTHONY CENA! GET UP NOW!" Fallon yelled in his ear, causing him to jump out of his chair, while the divas groaned at the sudden noise. All of them tending to their hangovers.
"Man that girl can drink." Melina said rubbing her temples and leaning of Ashley.
"I know its scary." Ashley laughed quietly at the drinking skills of the fifteen year old punk had displayed the night before. John growled a few curses before sitting back in his chair. The rest of the girls finding comfortable spaces around the room, Fallon sat on Laura's knee. Melina and Ashley sat on the end of the hospital bed. Amy and Victoria sat on the arms of the chair John was sitting on. The remaining blondes, Lillian, Trish and Jillian, all sat on the remaining chair. All of them beginning to fall asleep again. Rylee walked into the room, she carefully shut the door behind her, being sure not to disturb any of the inhabitants of the room. She sat down on the hospital bed in the middle of the room.
"WAKE THE HELL UP SO I CAN GO HOME!" Rylee yelled at the top of her voice. All of them jumping up to their feet, John tripping over Amy and Victoria's feet and landed on the bed in between Rylee, Melina and Ashley.
"Ya back." John stated, the divas grumbling and taking back their seats.
"No I'm a freaking hologram." Rylee said pulling herself back to her feet as a nurse walked into the room. She looked at all of the inhabitants, grumbling and groaning with their hangovers, then at Rylee.
"Have they been here all night?" She asked.
"No just John." Rylee replied picking up a bag that Stephanie had brought for her the night before, she began filling it with bandages, medical tape and pain killers, that the doctors had given her, she was also given the clothes she had been wearing the night of the stabbing. Melina, Victoria and Jillian had gone to get the cars ready for when Rylee was ready to leave. Ashley, Laura, Fallon and Amy were arguing over which CDs were the ones that they would listen to on the trip to Florida. Trish and Lillian, both in deep conversation with John. Rylee pulled the corset out of the plastic bag that the nurse had supplied her clothes in. She held the material out in front of her. Her fingertips tracing the satin and netting, her skin tracing over the mesh then they stopped. Silence now echoed the room, everyone stopped to watch as Rylee traced the rips in the cloth, made from the blade that had tore her flesh, not only her favourite top.
"Rylee?" Amy asked in a near whisper. Rylee stuffed the ripped and bloody garment into the bag.
"Ready?" Rylee asked.
"Yeah Mom, lets go." Fallon said taking Rylee's hand. John grabbed the bag and took Rylee's other hand. The girls trailed behind, Amy, Laura, Lillian and Trish now arguing over who was riding with who, on the journey to, Laura, Fallon and Rylee's house. Randy, Dave, Shane Helms, Rey and both Hardys met the girls and John at the hospital entrance.
"Buttercup." Rylee dropped John and Fallon's hands and ran at Jeff, he hugged her gently, his hand tracing the visible bumps of bandages through her football shirt. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she wiped them away before anyone could see.
"You brought tha DIVA VAN!" Rylee shrieked running at Amy, who stood next to a black people carrier with black out windows. Amy hugged Rylee being careful of her back.
"We brought something else for you Ma." Fallon giggled standing in front of Rylee's MClaren F1 and a baby blue Merc SL 500. Laura cleared her throat to gain Rylee's attention. The short brunette was sat on the hood of a 2002 silver corvette.
"Oh my God! Its been freaking ages since I seen these cars together!" (Shit line I know) Rylee giggled.
"Well then, let's get this show on tha road!" Matt said as he pulled up in a red Hummer. Ashley climbed into the passenger seat, Shannon and Jillian clambering into the back seat, Jeff following them after kissing Rylee's forehead. Laura and Randy clambered into the corvette. While Shane argued with Fallon on who was driving.
"You're only fifteen!" Shane protested as Lillian, Dave and Rey bagged the backseats of the Diva Van. Fallon laughed.
"I've been driving since I was twelve years old." Fallon stated as Melina and Victoria clambered in after Rey.
"I don't believe you." Shane pouted.
"You seem to forget who I call Mom." Fallon smirked, Rylee and John got into the MClaren.
"Fine then!" Shane took to the passenger seat of the Merc; Fallon skipped around to the driver's seat and got in. After arguing with John and winning Rylee took the drivers seat. They all pulled out onto the main street.
(Ya'll know what to do)
Amy: This thing doesn't go as fast as it used to…
Rylee: It still kicks ass…
Fallon: Here here…
Amy + Trish: How long till Florida…
Everyone: Shut up Trish…
Laura: Couple hours Trisha…
Rylee: Faz, you okay…
Fallon: Yeah Ma, I'm fine…
Laura: You people ready…
Everyone bar Laura: Hell yeah…
All five cars slowed down to the traffic lights. Red. Fallon revved her engine. Amber. "Hold on." Rylee smirked at John. Green. Go. Rylee slammed her foot down on the accelerator. As did, Matt, Laura, Amy and Fallon. Rylee, Fallon and Laura speeding way ahead of Matt and Amy. After an hour of racing down Florida's highways, each minute getting closer and closer to Kissimmee. John's cell phone sang out his own theme song, Rylee just looked at him and shook her head.
"Yup." John answered as Rylee skimmed past an 18 wheeler. "Woman be careful!"
"Did she go for the truck as well?" Randy asked, Laura doing the same in her corvette on the other side of the truck.
"Of course she did." John rested his head on the window.
"I'm hungry. You hungry?" Randy asked both Laura and John.
"Yeah." Laura replied.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" John asked. "I'm always hungry."
"Next stop?" Randy suggested.
"I'll inform the driver." John smiled, watching the pure look of concentration on Rylee's face as she nearly took a car full of teenage boys off the road. John chuckled as she muttered preps under her breath. "I have a question."
"Shoot." Randy said watching Laura.
"Has Laura got this look of – "
"Intense concentration?"
"Yeah." John laughed.
"Oh yeah." Randy smirked, "Out."
"Out." John hung up. Picking up the walkie talkie from the floor and passing it to Rylee.
Rylee: Ladies and gentlemen…
Fallon: Lads and Lasses smirks …
Laura: Dudes and dudettes giggles…
Rylee: This is your Captain speaking, we shall be stopping off at the next stop we see as the men are getting hungry…
Amy: They're always hungry…
Ashley: Hey girlies. Does anyone know why Matt's got this –…
Rylee: Intense look of concentration on his face?
Ashley: Yeah that…
Fallon: We all do laughs it's weird…
Laura: Is that a turn off I see? Hmmm…
Amy: I believe it is…
Rylee: Outs...
Laura: Out quicker than a fat kid after cake…
Ashley: laughing uncontrollably Out…
Amy: Retards, out…
Fallon: Outie! Bitches…
A/N: there I updated, it's sorta like a filler chapter for the next one. Sorry it sucked. But please do review anyway. Love and hugs Bitches! X abbey X!