It's cause I can!

It was going to be a long ride home and a longer ride to wherever the new location of the WWE was going to be held. Deep down inside as Devin pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the train window, she was a bit excited. She never liked wrestling personally, but she knew two girls that would kill her once she came home to tell them the news; Zay, and Nine, her two British roommates who would never shut up about the subject. The blaring of her Ipod was comforting in her ears as she thought about who this person was. Eli sent over his schedule to her and she was half way done with ordering his life. What a mess this guy is she thought in her head

"Why couldn't I get one of the slutty girls or something?" She mumbled to herself as James Hetfield's voice played in her ear. He was the only man whose voice made her melt every time she played any song from Metallica.

"Next stop is San Diego." Devin looked up only to hear the announcement blaring through the speakers of the train cars. She was home, or at least for a day or so until she had to leave all over again. Quickly she left the train after it docked and caught the first taxi home.

"Shine on!" Devin quietly walked up the stairs hearing a little squeak of a 'singer' in her apartment. Haven't they learned any good music from her? The Punk grazed her hand on the knob only to hear worse singing, "Take me for what I am!" she heard the other British one sing.

"If you guys are going to sing can you at least put on something good?" Devin playfully laughed walking into their apartment.

A small blond, green/black streaked head popped up along with a black curly haired girl. Their faces were made-up like a china doll and all Devin could do what shake her head at her 'mates' as they like to say.

"Dev!" The blond shrieked jumping over the couch her and the other girl were jumping on, bombarding the small girl. She scooped her up the punk into her arms and hugged her till she couldn't breathe. "Nine, our doll is back!"

"Zay…I might be small and cute, but I do have lungs and they do need air." Her voice was hoarse from all the squeezing.

The blond finally let her go, but it wasn't long till she was thrown into someone else's arms. Nine tried to hold her composure unlike her friend Zay, but she couldn't help it. She met the pair while trying to find a roommate and she found them on her door step cold and sick with her ad crumpled and wet in their hand.

"Ugh, well be happy now cause I have to do another job." Devin got up from the couch to fix herself from the two tornados she calls friends. Both the girls looked at each other with broad smiles as they helped her with the couch.

"So anything we would like?" Zay slyly said slipping her way into the kitchen like a tiny dancer.

"Yeah, or maybe anybody we would like?" Nine giggled like a two year old finally finding her stuffed toy. The small fry clanked her tongue on her lips making all metallic sounds. Should she tell them? Devin knew the consequences though if she didn't and shuddered by the thought of being tied to a tree with honey so the bears could eat her.

"Maybe…what's it to ya brats?" she raised a brow putting one hand on her hip. "Hey will you least let me get in my room. I'm home five seconds and you guys are down my throat." She laughed.

Nine and Zay glanced in each others views side-stepping out of the way. They were always like that. Devin was their sense of adventure, the only way they could get out and around without exposing that they were really illegal.

"You got a bloody good one this time and refusing to tell us." Zay whined, puckering out her pouted lips like a tempered child.

"Maybe…let's just say that it involves the WWE and a certain wrestler that Nine likes." Devin slowly unpacked, looking over to her two friends. Mouths to the floor, arms entwined in an embrace, now all she was waiting for was the—

"YOU ARE GOING TO MEET RANDY ORTON!" Nine squealed to get a running start on the small girl. Devin clenched her eyes shut waiting for the jump but was relived when Zay held her back.

"Yea…I'm going to be his assistant." The punk muttered under her breath, taking out a new duffle to throw some new clothes in. Her roommates helped her pack as she told them about her new job.