Hey Everyone! I know I last posted an update list...but this fic just keeps calling to me :) I am working on the update for "Rock This Country"...you can ask Gabby. haha 3

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Chelsea rolled over from her spot on the couch and rubbed her eyes. She didn't remember seeing the end of the movie and realized she had passed out. Chelsea quietly padded into her bedroom to get her toiletry bag and moved to the bathroom. She washed her face, pulled her hair halfway back, and changed into yoga pants. When she finished her morning routine, Chelsea once again padded to John's room. She peaked inside the open door and found him sprawled out across his bed, wearing nothing but sweatpants. A small smile formed on her face when she heard John groan as she quietly closed his door so as not to disturb him.

She made her way to the kitchen and pulled out some breakfast food. She was careful not to knock the pans against each other as she took them from the cabinet and began heating them up. Let's see…I think just bacon and eggs. Maybe I'll make pancakes if he's still hungry. Chelsea got to work on breakfast and started on a list of what she planned on making the rest of the day. She figured she could start softening butter for the baking later on and set it on the countertop. The coffee was finally ready, and she poured herself a cup before going back to check on the bacon.

John slept better than he had in a while. It was refreshing to finally have some company again—being alone was starting to get to him. He laid face-down in the pillows a while before he heard the faint sounds of someone cooking and smelled what he knew was bacon. A large grin appeared on his face before he jumped out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. John stopped in the doorway and watched her move around. Chelsea was humming to herself and she flipped the bacon and went to pull eggs out of the refrigerator. He waited until she put the eggs down and was once again paying attention to the bacon before sneaking up on her.

John slowly moved towards Chelsea. She was too wrapped up in what she was doing to notice his movements behind her. When he was within reach, Chelsea went to move, and he made his move. He whispered in her ear and he reached out to her hips. "I love a woman who can cook." Chelsea screamed and almost slipped as she spun around to face him. "You, Jonathan Cena, are going to be the death of me. Why in the world would you sneak up on me like that? I almost had a heart attack! How long have you been watching me?" John wrapped an arm around her shoulders and stole a piece of bacon from the plate she was putting in the oven. "Long enough. How'd you sleep? I wasn't sure if you were a light sleeper so I was too scared to move you last night." Chelsea playfully smacked John's arm as he went for the bacon. "The only time I'm really a light sleeper is during thunderstorms. Those kind of freak me out. At boarding school I slept through a fire drill once—you would have been fine. Your couch is really comfy though so I was content there."

John nodded his head and sat down at the bar to watch her work. Chelsea handed him a cup of coffee just the way he liked it. "I don't remember telling you how I drink my coffee, Chels." She shrugged her shoulders and told him it was a lucky guess. "Is this information on some creepy stalker website? Seriously, how did you know?" Chelsea placed her hands on her hips and sighed at him. "See? You do think I'm some crazed fan. I knew it. John, I told you: lucky guess. I'm good at reading guys since I've spent the past five or six years surrounded by them." John threw his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, I'm sorry! I was only kidding. I already told you that you're no longer a fan. You're like family now." Chelsea smirked and handed him a plate of food and set hers next to it before pouring juice for the two of them.

"Chels, I just want you to know that I'm hurt." Chelsea ignored the bite of food on her fork and stared at him. "What are you talking about? What could I have possibly done in between making you breakfast and serving you breakfast?!" John pretended to pout, slid off the stool, and stood in front of her while pointing to himself. "I've been in here shirtless for almost an hour now, and you haven't even noticed!" Chelsea laughed so hard her sides hurt. "Oh my God. You have so been hanging out with Randy too long. Are you kidding me? John, I noticed—just didn't make a big deal out of it. I see you shirtless every single week on television. I mean…you've been filmed in a thong!" John clutched his chest where his heart was and backed out of the kitchen, yelling behind him. "That really hurts, Chelsea! I tell you how I feel, and you just make fun of me!"

Chelsea giggled and jumped from her stool, running after John. She found him lying on the couch, having already turned on a game. She launched herself on top of him. "John, I'm so sorry. How can I ever make it up to you?" John pretended not to notice the body on top of him, and when she attempted to block his view of the television, he looked right through her. "John?" He fought the smile he felt coming on and held his ground. Chelsea was beginning to think he might actually be a bit upset that she hadn't fawned over him. "John, I'm sorry. Internally, I was freaking out. I swear I was; I just didn't want you to think I was crazy." He still didn't show any sign of acknowledging her presence, so she had to think quickly. "Last chance, John. I'm going to have to resort to violence here." Still, nothing happened.

Chelsea slid down John's body a bid so that her head was at the crook of his neck, but John continued to ignore her. Chelsea smirked and started rapidly kissing John all over his neck. "Now that's more like it!" Chelsea giggled as she moved off of him and went back to the kitchen. "Wait! My neck liked the attention!" Chelsea shook her head and went to finish her breakfast. John soon joined her, and they goofed off while eating.

John insisted on doing the dishes since Chelsea cooked so she decided to start on some of the cooking. She decided to cook the Italian sausage first—some for spaghetti and some for sandwiches. John wanted to go work out and asked if she wanted to go with him. "I really need to stay here and do all of this. I'll work on my paper while I'm at it. I'll go with you next time." John came behind her and pressed her into the stove, dipping his finger in the spaghetti sauce. "Mmm, I think I'll have to marry you to get your family recipe for this stuff. Next time? Good, now I don't have to fight you to stay with me every weekend." Chelsea laughed and backed John away from her. "We'll see about that. Go work out—I'll be here when you get back."

John spent a few hours at the gym before heading back to his house. He dropped his gym bag by the front door and went to check on Chelsea in the kitchen. "Smells amazing in here!" John walked through the entry but didn't find Chelsea there. "Chels? Where are you?" John heard her respond from the living room and turned to leave before he noticed a bowl of cookie batter and some fresh cookies next to it. He took one of the still warm cookies and set off to see what Chelsea was doing. John found her on the floor with books and paper spread all around her. "Do you want any help? You know, you could have gone in my office." Chelsea laughed and shook her head. "That's okay—desks curb my creativity. Well, that and I need to be nearby so I can switch cookie pans out. Do you like them? I already finished all the food." John emphatically nodded his head and jogged back to the kitchen. "You finished already?" Chelsea followed John back to the kitchen and showed him his now stocked fridge. "There's gumbo and jambalaya on the stove, too. We can do one tonight and the other tomorrow—then leftovers for whenever." John went to hug her but was rejected. "Normally I would, but I just showered. You can hug me after you're clean."

Chelsea finished up her homework while John watched television. The sun was beginning to set as they were getting ready for dinner when there was a knock at the door. "Oh no." Chelsea pulled two bowls down and looked at John. "Chels, I thought they were kidding. Honestly. I didn't think they actually planned on showing up." She shrugged her shoulders and stared at him. "What are you talking about? I don't care if you have friends over." John swallowed and made his way to the front door while Chelsea pulled down a couple more bowls.

"What are you doing here? I didn't think you were serious." Randy Orton frowned at his best friend. "Nice to see you, too, bro. We thought you needed some company. I mean, you're here all alone. Adam and Dave will be here after their house show. Man, you never cooked like this before when we were at your house—smells great! I'll call the guys and tell them not to eat before they get here." Just then Chelsea came out of the kitchen and froze upon seeing who was at the door. John looked between Chelsea and Randy not quite sure how to handle the situation. "John, you didn't tell me you already had company. Sorry—I'm Randy. Nice to meet you…" Chelsea stepped forward and shook his hand. "Chelsea." There was an awkward silence that she decided needed to be broken. "Umm, John and I were just about to eat. I made jambalaya and gumbo. Come sit down, and I'll get you something to eat and drink. What would you like?" The two of them left John standing in the living room. "Here you go, Randy. Umm, I'm going to go check on John." Randy nodded his head and started eating.

"John? Are you okay? Shouldn't you be happy to see your best friend?" Chelsea lightly touched his arm, bringing him out of his trance. John lightly pulled her into a hug. "I am happy to see him. I just wish I could have warned you. When the three of them get here…it's going to get kind of loud and crazy." Chelsea laughed and dragged him to the kitchen to eat. "I thrive in loud and crazy. No worries—you need to chill out." She got food for them and sat down to eat.

Three hours later, Chelsea and Randy acted like they'd known each other for years. When the doorbell rang a second time, she jumped up to get it. "Oh, sorry, we must have the wrong house." Chelsea smiled and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "No, John and Randy are in the living room. Come on in—I kept dinner warm for you two." Adam Copeland and Dave Bautista stepped inside and saw their other two friends inside. Chelsea brought their bowls out to them in the living room along with two beers. Dave looked up at her from his seat and turned to John. "Man, if she was anyone's girlfriend but yours…I'd be stealing her from you. Where did you find her?" John fumbled with his beer and looked at Chelsea, who was laughing hysterically. "It's really not that funny, Chels. Uh, we're not together—just friends. I ran her over that day of filming." Adam laughed at pointed at her. "You ran over her, and you're not dating? Well, in that case: Hi, I'm Adam. You can share a bed with me tonight." Chelsea quickly found herself on John's lap. "Hey! What gives?!" John wrapped an arm around her waist and told his friends to back off.

After a long argument as to who would sleep where, Dave got Chelsea's room while Randy and Adam each got a couch. Chelsea wound up sleeping with John in his oversized bed. Everyone said their goodnights and made their way to their respective sleeping areas. Chelsea crawled into bed and poked John in the arm. "Don' get any ideas, Mister." John chuckled and threw his arm across her stomach. "You know, I think you're going to sleep here every weekend. You're soft and cuddly—two very great things when you're talking about a woman in bed." Chelsea giggled and closed her eyes, never once thinking about how many girls would kill to be in her position. John lay awake for a few more minutes, thinking about his friends' comments from earlier.

Chelsea cooked for all four boys on Sunday before she had to leave. Randy stopped Chelsea on her way out the door. "You should come to the show tomorrow night. We can get you backstage if you want." John could have smacked himself in the head for forgetting to ask her. Chelsea smiled as the guys entered their numbers in her cell phone. "Yeah, uh, I'll call you or John tomorrow afternoon. I mean, I already have tickets but maybe before the show I'll come hang out." Adam raised an eyebrow, "You coming with your boyfriend?" She laughed and informed her newest friends that she was indeed single and that she was going with a couple of girlfriends for a change. John bid Chelsea farewell until tomorrow and confirmed her visit for next weekend. Chelsea couldn't help but laugh on the way back to school. Who would have thought…