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Chapter 5 - Roomies

A/N: Well, Happy July 5th! LOL, for everyone in America who celebrates Independence Day, happy late 4th of July!

Disclaimer: With all the shocking things that happened on Raw this past week, you'd think I had some control over the WWE creative team! But alas, I'm just a young girl from Virginia hoping to make it big.

Chapter Summary: Ken and Melina's first night as roommates is quite interesting. They have strict sleeping arrangements, but will they go awry?

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The ride back to the hotel was awkward and silent for both of the people in the vehicle. The vehicle being a dark green Ford Taurus, and the people being Ken Anderson and Melina Perez. Ken was driving, and occasionally, he'd lay his hand on the console, accidentally grazing Melina's very softly.

He would jerk his hand away every time this happened, but he absent-mindedly kept doing it. Melina risked a smile every time, hoping he couldn't see her face in the twilight.

Finally, Ken pulled the car into the parking lot of the Ramada Inn and they both got out, retrieving their respective duffel bags and heading inside.

The overly glamorous hotels seen during her travels never ceased to amaze Melina. This one happened to have an inground swimming pool right in the lobby. Luckily, it was far enough away from the door to where no one would have any little accidents. Unluckily, Ken didn't bother to notice there was a pool in the lobby, and walked right over the edge and into the water.

He made a moderately sized splash and his duffel bag's contents soon covered the bottom of the pool. When he resurfaced, his face was blood red out of anger and perhaps embarrassment. He glanced at Melina, whose mouth was wide open in shock, but quickly curled into a smile. She covered her mouth with her hand to hide her stifled laughter.

"Aren't you gonna help me out?" He asked her, water spewing from his mouth as he did so. Melina put her hands up.

"I don't want to strip you of any dignity you may have left," she chuckled, but swaggered forward anyway. He raised an eyebrow at her, before diving to the bottom a few times to collect his spilled items. When Melina finally extended her hand and helped him out, they turned to the front desk to see the clerk glaring at them.

"I'd like to check in now, if you don't mind," Ken yelled toward the man, not appreciating the look on his face. Melina rolled her eyes, but smirked anyway. Some things would never change...

"Finally, home sweet home," Ken exclaimed when they finally reached their room, ignoring the water incessantly dripping from him. Melina followed him inside, taking in the pleasant patterns of the room. The overall color scheme was a creamy, light orange, and the room was quite big.

"Whatcha think?" Ken questioned her from a distance, obviously seeking her approval. She decided to toy with him.

"I think you're acting like you own this place. It's just a hotel room, remember? We just stay here until we fly to another hotel," she replied, surprised that he was not used to this occurrence.

"Well, we might as well make it comfortable while we're here," Ken responded, not as affected by her words as she'd hoped. She decided to drop the games. He was being pretty damn tolerant in letting her stay with him, and she wouldn't show him anything other than gratitude and thanks.

"You should probably get changed," she suggested to him, noting the fact that he was soaking wet with pool water. He glimpsed at her blankly for a minute, before looking down at his shirt.

"Oh yeah," he muttered. Melina shook her head at the fact that he had actually forgotten. He could be such a man sometimes.

Without a word of caution, Ken pulled his shirt over his head, and ran a hand over his wet hair. His torso shone with tiny water droplets that embodied the light from the lamps, and Melina had to bite her lip and look away to distract herself.

"I meant in the bedroom. Not right in front of me," she informed him loudly, her back to him. She heard him laugh.

"We were together for three years. Nothing you haven't seen before," he answered, an oh-so-obviously amused tone to his husky voice.

She shot him an annoyed look over her shoulder and placed her hands on her hips, tapping her sneaker against the hardwood floor.

"Look. I get that this is your hotel room and I'm staying with you, but for God's sake, Ken--" she began angrily, about to go into an insufferable rant, but Ken decided to quell her worries and cut her off right there.

"Chill out, Mel. I will go into the bedroom if you want to be a little girl about this," he sighed, but not before unbuckling the belt from his jeans while she was still looking. With that, he finally did walk away, expelling an irate grunt from his female companion.

She was beginning to regret her decision to stay with him. He just acted so immaturely and remiss, sometimes. That was the main reason they had broken up, and while he didn't see his childishness as a big deal, she did.

Moments later, he emerged from the bedroom area, clad in a pair of jeans and an 'Affliction' t-shirt. He held his arms out away from his body.

"Happy?" He asked her, to which she decided not to respond.

"So...are we going to talk about what happened earlier?" She inquired aloud, hoping to get to the bottom of the incident.

"You mean the pool thing? I'd rather not," he answered, hopping over the back of the couch and landing on the soft cushions in a laying position.

"No, not the pool thing. The match thing. What happened at the end of the match. You remember, right?" She went on, approaching the couch, and leaning over the back to peer down at him.

"Um...it's a little vague. Mind refreshing my memory?" He laughed, gazing up at her with a mock-hopeful expression. She knotted her eyebrows together and closed her eyes in annoyance. Her agitation worsened as he started to crack his infamous white gum. She wanted to shoved her hand inside his mouth and snatch it away from him for a moment, but thought better of it.

"Why did you kiss me?" She said flat-out, worrying about what his response would be. He looked away from her and toward the television, which was off.

"It was on the playout sheet," he told her, busying himself by sliding the remote control back and forth across the coffee table. Melina narrowed her eyes at him, suspiciously.

"That's it?" She replied, folding her arms across the back of the couch.

"Yup," he stated shortly, looking back at her abruptly. She smiled at him undoubtedly, but the way she felt was confusing. She reprehended herself for any mixed feelings she may have had, and pushed his feet off the end of the couch to take a seat next to him.

Ken, meanwhile, was trying to decipher the odd gleam he had seen in her eyes. It was troubling to him. Could it have been... disappointment? Was the reason for the kiss not what she had hoped for? He couldn't tell.

He jokingly placed his feet back on the end of the couch, with them ending up on her lap, but she didn't react. She seemed to be lost in thought.

"Something wrong?" He asked her, distractedly shaking his feet. She turned and looked at him emphatically, shaking her head.

"O...k, so did you want to watch TV, or something?" He added boredly, obviously trying to find something to do.

"Sure," Melina said, staring at the device, blankly. She folded her arms atop his legs, which still rested on her lap, and snuggled against the arm of the couch. Ken watched her do this with a grin, which is what he had always done when they went through this routine. Of course, the last time they did this was two months previously, before they broke up.

Melina discharged a comfortable breath, and felt the tension between them melt away. She was happy they could do this with no awkward movements and without exchanging blank expressions. She sighed again, but this time, because Ken turned the channel to one playing the show '24'.

"Oh no..." she groaned playfully, and he knew the reason all too well.

"Well, I do love 24," he told her, placing his arms behind his head to prop it up.

"Yeah, I know," she replied, sharing a smile-turned-laugh with him.

About twenty minutes into the show, Ken noted that Melina fell asleep, as her breaths began to get deeper and slower. He chuckled to himself as she started to murmur, almost as if she were talking to somebody.

He ceased all further sounds as he thought he heard his name. He was quick to mute the television, and lift his legs off of her gently, so he wouldn't wake her. He crawled very close to her, his face mere centimeters from hers, so he could hear any sound she made should she have made one.

He jumped backwards as her eyes fluttered open, and he hit the floor with a thud. Her eyes were squinted from being suddenly hit with light, and she scratched her head tiredly.

"What are you doing?" She asked him, her eyes patrolling over his fixed position on the floor.

"Uh...just seeing if you were asleep," he lied, using the coffee table that he had fortunately avoided to get back up.

"Oh. Yeah...I guess I'm wiped out," she chuckled, her voice resembling a child's who may have just been woken up to go to school. She raised her arms over her head to yawn and stretch and Ken grinned. A lot of the things she did made him smile, and he seldom even noticed it.

"I guess we should go to bed. We have to fly to Denver tomorrow, which will be tiring. You can take my bed if you want," Ken offered, to which she shook her head politely.

"No, I'm perfectly comfortable on the couch. You know me. I can sleep anywhere," she replied. It was true. She had no trouble falling asleep in any place that it was attempted, while Ken had a lot of problems. His back would usually start to hurt from sleeping on couches or any other type of furniture other then a bed.

"Oh, okay. If you're sure. Guess I'll head that way, then. If you need anything, let me know. Goodnight," he responded, as though eager to go to sleep.

"Night," Melina echoed, already curling up on the couch. She sighed as she closed her eyes, and heard his heavy footsteps fading away into the bedroom. As soon as she heard the door close, she felt herself smile, and she had no idea why. What was she? A teenager? And why did the thought of him make her smile? Why was it the same way for him?

She physically shook her head. She would not allow herself to think such things. She was in a relationship with someone else, and it wasn't right. She and Ken were only friends, and it seemed to be working out that way. But...what about just hours earlier when Ken had told her he loved her? And then a while after that when he kissed her? She snuggled against the back of the couch, feeling oddly lonely with no one to wrap her arms around to go to sleep. That, added in with the thoughts of Ken troubled her understandably.

Could she just forget those things so quickly?

Apparently so, because she fell asleep soon after, with the thoughts of his words and that kiss still in her head.

An uncertain amount of time later, she awoke to sunlight streaming over her face. She felt like she had only been sleeping a few minutes, but that was obviously not the case if she was experiencing full-blown daylight. She moaned groggily and couldn't help but notice that the scene in front of her was not the one she had fallen asleep looking at. She pressed her back against the back of the couch, only to find that it was not stationary. It moved when she touched it.

Melina furrowed her eyebrows and reached her hand back to touch it. She felt warmth and nothing relatively close to fabric. She turned her upper body to the right to shed some light on the situation, and came face-to-face with a fast asleep Ken Anderson. The shock she suddenly felt played out through her eyes, and she clasped a hand to her mouth. This was not the couch of the hotel room. It was the bed. How in the world had she gotten there?

A/N: LOL...oookay. That was quite interesting. Haha, anyway, sorry it took me so long to update! I'm getting bad about that. :( But I hope everyone had a bunch of fun yesterday and got to see lots of fireworks! :)

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