A/N: This note is actually for last time cuz I kinda forgot to GIVE PROPS TO CAITLIN (loverofthestars) for giving me the idea on how to start this story. TNX MUCHLY KATIE! luv ya! K, now for this chapter..r & r away!

Chapter 2: No Freaking Way!

"Morning, sleepy head."

"Morning, John."

"Thanks for last night. If you would've just left me alone, I only would've cried all night."

"Only. Anytime, sweetie."

"So, since you know all about me, I'd like to get to know all about you."

"You've got to be kidding me, right? I mean, my life is boring. I suck. That's about all there is to know."

"Ha ha. You suck? That's cool. I'll have to try you out sometime."

"Ha-ha, John. Good one!" She rolled her eyes.

"Just kidding, jeez. Live a little."

With a little convincing, about two hours later, John knew every single detail about Ashleigh, (other than the obvious: 5'5", brown hair with blonde highlights that goes half-way down her back, and a toned, yet curvy body). She's 22 until August 2. She is originally from what she thinks is "Hell", Manitoba, Canada. She is a bartender, who wants to make it in the music industry but thinks she'll never make it so she's practically given up on that dream. He had also learned that her full name was Ashleigh Natalia-Kyley Nichols.

"Ash, I noticed that you have a black eye. Did Matt abuse you?"

She looked down at the floor for what seemed like forever before she finally spoke.

"At first, he was the perfect gentleman. Then all of a sudden, he came home drunk almost every night. Not realizing what he was doing, he beat the crap out of me, John!" She spoke slowly and softly and she seemed scared at the simplest remembrance of it. Tears started welling up in her eyes.

"He scared me so much that some nights I'd try to run away but every time he found me and the beatings just got worse! But mornings were different. Every morning he'd wake up and say he's sorry, and he loved me to death and would never intend on hurting me. And to prove it, he'd show me how much I meant to him and make it up to me because he said he never meant to hurt me. As for my black eye, that night was bad…but not the worst. The thing was…he wasn't even drunk! Ha ha! I was sitting on the couch when he just came bursting into the house. I believe he said I was a "dirty skank" and told me to get my "skanky little ass" out of there."

Ashleigh had broke into laughter, recalling that certain part of the night. John burst into laughter as well, catching Ashleigh off guard. It wasn't like he meant to, or anything, it just happened.

"What? You find this funny?"

"No. But Ash, did you just say "skanky ass"?"

"Yes, John I just said "skanky ass"."

"Well, you got a nice ass - just the way I like 'em, in fact. Now the skanky part - definitely not!"

She threw a pillow at him, blushed, and laughed it off before saying "Thanks! Thanks a lot!"

"No problem! Anytime! Whoa, wait. Was that sarcasm I just heard in your voice?"

"Whoa, wait. Are you um, mocking me Mr. Cena?"

"Me! No! Never! Jeez Miss. Nichols, I thought you knew me better than that!" He added a wink for an 'effect'.

"Whatever. Can I finish my story? Cuz for a second there, I thought you actually CARED."

"Ya, you're right. Continue…"

"So after he called me every name in the book because I "cheated on him" he smashed my head into every sharp object in the house and said that we're through. The truth is, I never actually cheated on him - I never did. And for future reference - never would. Turns out he has a mental illness and is now in a mental institution. The alcohol just made it worse than the illness already was."

"But no worries, the black eye is definitely not the worst thing that he's done to me. Actually, I have a concussion right now to pair up with that same night. I've also had 6 broken ribs, my left arm broken twice, one time they even said I'd probably never walk again but I proved them wrong in three days. And bad scars and bruises in case you haven't noticed them just about everywhere all over my body."

"Aw, Ash I'm so sorry! And, hey! It was dark that night. I only had enough light to see the black eye!" He got off his chair and held her in his arms. She was shaking violently, along with crying again.

"John, consider yourself lucky that you didn't see anything else!" and hit him in the arm.

And as if as to avoid the topic, he changed the subject.

"Well, if it helps any, I have no mental illnesses. I'm as normal as normal gets."

Ashleigh started to laugh.

"Oh god! World, watch out! If John's as normal as it gets, I'd hate to see not-normal people. Oh god! Been there, done that, never wanna see it again!" She wiped the tears from her eyes before leaving Johns embrace and going for a much needed shower.

"I have to go back to work tomorrow, and now that I heard your terrifying tale, I want you to stay here for a while."

"I might just take you up on that offer."

"Alright! But I don't want to leave you here by yourself, so…you've heard of my best friend Randy Orton, right?"

He noticed that her head instantly shot up and her eyes went huge at the sound of 'best friend Randy Orton'.

"Um…ya." And she forced a smile.

"Well, he's gonna come stay here while I'm gone. He has the week off, anyway, with nothing better to do. So he said he'd come."

"Oh."

"What is it, Ash? Do you like him or something?"

"Or something, John."

"Oh, ok. So you don't like him?" A smile coming to his lips.

"Ya. I mean, sure he's hot, but it just seems like he's so cocky and such an asshole, that's all. No offense or anything."

John laughed at this before saying "None taken. But ya, he is. That's what makes him so funny. And also, my best friend."

"Do you think you can manage for, oh, 3 days?"

"We'll see now won't we? If you get back and he's gone, then you know that I shot him and buried him in your back yard!"

"Oh well, then I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens."

Next day…

"So, Ash. You ready to meet Randy?"

John had the biggest smile on his face that he could've ever managed.

"Oh yes, John! Overjoyed doesn't even begin to explain how happy I am!"

"Whoa, could you get anymore sarcastic than that?"

She shot him a look of death. But before she could say or do anything else, the doorbell rang. John just shook his head and walked over to the door.

"Hey Randy! What's up man?"

"Nothin much, John," he said while trying to peek around John to look for Ashleigh.

"So where's this cute chick I'm supposed to be 'keeping company'?"

John actually blushed at the 'cute chick' part. But then he got mad because Ashleigh wasn't supposed to hear that. Sure, she wasn't in the same room, but that didn't mean she didn't hear it.

"Aw! John, you think I'm cute!" she teased him.

As if to totally ignore what she had said, John was just about to introduce them, when Randy but in.

"You must be…Ashleigh," he searched for the right name.

"Ya and you're Randy, we all know. Yawn, boring. Next!"

So as you can see, Ashleigh hated him. But Randy…well he was a whole other story.

"Oh, hard to get! I like 'em like that! Randy's always up for a challenge!"

"Oh please. Get over yourself!"

It was Johns turn to cut in. "Ok! So, I gotta go catch a plane. See ya, Rans. And take care of her for me." He gave Randy a hug, then walked over to Ashleigh. "Take care, baby girl. And don't let him get to you. Don't take his shit either, kick his ass! Slap him around a bit! But he is my best friend. I'd like to come back and see him still alive."

That earned him a slap to the arm.

She hugged him and whispered in his ear. "Please don't leave me here with him all alone."

"Sorry, Ash, but duty calls."

When they pulled apart, John walked out the door, in his car, and drove away.

'Well, this oughta be fun!' Ashleigh thought.

The whole day went by with Randy bugging Ashleigh. He found it fun, but she found it idiotic and annoying. 'He tries way too hard,' she thought. 'He has the whole world wanting him, and the one person he can't have, he wants the most. WHY ME!' Just then, the phone rang and Randy told her he'd get it from downstairs. 'Well, at least he's gone for the rest of the day, spending it in the basement!'

He ran up the stairs and said it was for her.

"Thanks."

"Hello?"

"Hey Ash, how you holdin' up?"

"Oh hell! I don't know how you put up with the man!"

She could hear John laughing on his end.

"He's not that bad once you get to know him. Just give the poor guy a chance, that's all I ask."

"We'll see…"

"So do you like Randy yet?…How bout now?…Now?…Is now a good time to ask?"

"Oh ya, John! He's the cutest, sweetest, nicest, greatest, sexiest, most romantic, intensive asshole I have ever met!"

"Wow! Seems like you guys have really hit it off! Maybe I'll just wait to come back, and leave you two alone for about another week."

"No! Johnny please, you can't do that. In fact, I think it's actually illegal."

"Ah, too bad. Cuz it would've been pretty funny. But anyways I gotta go, maybe I'll call you tomorrow."

"Bye." and they both hung up.

"Randy, I'm going to work, don't expect me back tonight."

Like a grain on the beach
Like a star in the sky
Far too many to count
With the naked eye
They will see you
Go ahead walk on by
You don't know I'm alive
Maybe one day you'll find
You should open your eyes (your eyes)
You don't know me

You're the one who looked right through me
Now you're saying that you knew me
When I was invisible
And you're the one who walked right through me
Now you're saying that you knew me
When I was invisible

The song was Invisible by Ashlee Simpson. tnk ya.