Love

SUMMARY: She's John Cena's sister, he's John's best friend. What happens when they fall for each other? What happens when he finds out about her past? Will he fix her broken heart? Will John find out about the couple? Are they in Love? OC/RANDYORTON

STARRING: Randy Orton/Michaela Cena, John Cena/Lita, Trish/Jeff Hardy, Stephanie/Paul (NOT ALL OF THESE PEOPLE WILL BE MENTIONED FROM THE BEGINNING.

A/N: John Cena is on Smackdown in this fic, for now lol!

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Chapter 4:

I closed my door and took a shower. The water ran down me. No way I wasn't attracted to Randy I was just drunk, really drunk. My headache was telling me that. I headed downstairs, I put on one of Johns chain gang t-shirts and a pair of loose jeans. Coffee, that was what would help. Coffee. I wondered when Randy would get up. My phone rang.

"Had fun last night?" John's voice asked.

"Shut up," I replied.

John laughed, "Who told you to get drunk?"

"I blame Randy."

"Uh huh from what Marcus told me, you got the drinks."

"John my head hurts shut up."

"Fine, as long as you did have some fun."

"I did, I had a lot of fun."

"Good. Where's Randy?"

"Asleep."

"I'm awake," Randy's voice said. He had come down, he had his tracksuit trousers on, but was topless. Wow.

"Pass him the phone," John said.

"No your going to yell at him," I moaned, my head down on the table.

"Speaker phone then," John sighed.

I put it on speaker. Randy sat down opposite me. My head went back on the table, supported by my arms.

"Randy." John said.

"John," Randy replied.

"You got my sister drunk."

"No your sister got me drunk," Randy argued.

I punched him.

"And now she is physically abusing me," Randy said.

"Micks be nice," John said. "Randy I'll sort you out when I get back."

"In your dreams mate," Randy replied.

"We'll see. Micks, don't make a habit of getting drunk, especially not with Randy."

"What's that meant to mean?" Randy asked.

"As I remember from Hunter, when you two got drunk, you got on a train and ended up in a different state the next morning, I don't want Michaela ending up in Scotland," John warned.

Randy laughed, "Nope never."

"Bye guys, take care." John said.

"Cya," Randy and I chorused.

"Head hurts right?" Randy asked.

I nodded. "Doesn't yours?"

"A little, not bad," Randy smiled.

"I wish I had your head."

Randy laughed.

Randy spent the morning making me breakfast, I could not stop thinking about how good he looked without his top on. I had a headache on top of that.

"So what we doing today?" Randy asked.

"Are you serious?" I said.

"After I take a shower of course," Randy grinned.

"I don't have a choice do I, we're going to go out aren't we?"

"Yep, get ready," Randy said.

I sighed, I headed upstairs, I changed into another pair of jeans and a spaghetti strap baby pink top and a black jacket. I tied my hair up and put some make up on. I looked a mess. I laughed at myself.

"What you laughing at?" Randy asked.

"Me, I look ridiculous," I replied.

"You look cute."

"Liar."

"I am not, come on I want to go see a film or something," Randy said.

I nodded. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt and a black jacket. He looked good. I needed to stop this.

We headed to the local cinema.

"Saw 4," I said as I saw the listings.

"Sounds good, you sure you won't get too scared," he grinned.

"No I have you to jump on," I smiled. Oh shit, did I say that.

"I ain't going to be complaining," Randy grinned. I didn't just say that.

I smiled, we got popcorn and drinks before entering the cinema. I did jump on him, I screamed, looked away. Yea I was not good with horror films. I sighed as I looked over to Randy, I couldn't have him. I did want him, I liked him a lot. He was a great guy, different then any other guy I've met.

"What you thinking?" Randy asked as we left the cinema.

"Nothing much," I replied. "You?"

"Well I was thinking your better company then John," Randy smirked.

"And better looking," I added.

"Definitely," Randy replied.

"Never tell John that or he will kill you."

Randy laughed, "I could take him any day."

"You probably could," I admitted.

I sighed, no way could I liked Randy. John would kill me, then he'd kill Randy. Actually he'd kill Randy first then me. Not a good idea. Maybe I was just confused because Randy was a good friend, a really nice person, a nice guy, not like the rumours I heard. This was not happening, I couldn't be falling for him, could I? No I couldn't. I refused to fall for him. I can't. I can't.

A/N: My shortest chapter so far in this fic but I promise next one is bigger and better! If you review you can find out what happens between Ella and Randy when they go to the beach:D

Veronica

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