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Chapter Two: You Don't Like Him, Do You?
The following morning, Marissa woke up in a good mood for once despite the fact that she was back at home under her father's watchful eyes. At twenty-seven-years-old, she felt kind of pathetic still living at home with Mummy and Daddy, but it was the only way she could balance raising her five-year-old daughter and working full-time for the WWE. Besides, the Carlson family home was more than big enough for all of them, including Kate and her crazy dog.
Three years ago, Kate had broken up with her then boyfriend, a guy named Austin Mitchell, who Marissa affectionately dubbed 'a-hole'. As the brunette had no family of her own, Marissa had invited her to live in D.C with her own parents.
Originally, Kate had only intended to stay with the Carlsons for a few months before she got her own place. However, as the months passed, the brunette got used to sharing the seven bedroom house with her best friend and just never really moved on. Four days on the road and only three at home weren't much incentive to pay for an over-priced apartment in town.
The Carlsons were very welcoming of the woman and treated her like one of their own. Glenna, Marissa's mother, practically adopted her. Therefore, Kate and her massive St. Bernard-Mastiff mix, named Xerxes, who was another story all together, became a permanent fixture around the property.
As the redhead rolled over in bed to check the time, she realized it was six-thirty as she found the clock before Maddie came bounding into the room.
"Mama," screamed the little strawberry-blonde haired girl. "Are you taking me to school today?" she asked, jumping on the bed.
Marissa pulled her daughter into a big bear hug. "Indeed I am," she replied.
"Wicked!" grinned Maddie.
"Have you still got gym class this afternoon?" checked the mother.
"Yup, we're playing with hula-hoops," replied the little girl.
The redhead chuckled. "That's great, baby. Well, you go downstairs and I'll join you in a minute."
"Okay," agreed Maddie and then asked. "Can I have Cheerios for breakfast?"
Marissa nodded her head. "If Grandma has bought some, of course you can."
"Yippee," squealed the strawberry-blonde, excitedly running from the room.
The redhead laughed at her daughter's excitement over breakfast cereal and headed to the en-suite washroom. She was lucky to take her to school three days out of the week but this week she would be able to drive her every morning.
After having a quick wash and pulling a robe around herself, Marissa headed downstairs to join her daughter for breakfast. Kate was already sitting at the breakfast bar, eating a round of toast, when the redhead entered the kitchen. Maddie was crawling around on her hands and knees in a pool of milk and Cheerios, trying but failing to stop Xerxes from licking them off the ground.
"Just let him have it, honey, I'll get it later," Kate tiredly replied and yawned deeply.
"What happened?" questioned the redhead.
"Damn dog jumped up and knocked the cereal from Maddie's hands," the brunette informed with an apologetic look. "I did try to stop him."
"Don't cuss," Marissa mouthed.
"Sorry," Kate whispered back and turned around to the counter behind her to grab some paper towels.
"It's alright," replied Marissa, taking some towels from Kate and bending down to help clean up the mess. She looked around to notice that Maddie was now gone and then stated, "I'm sure Maddie would have been able to cause this havoc without Xerxes' help."
"True," Kate laughed and passed Marissa a new bowl, the milk, and the box of Cheerios.
The mother made her daughter some more breakfast and a bowl full for herself before joining Kate at the breakfast bar. "Maddie! Come eat your breakfast." Within seconds, the fireball appeared from out of nowhere and climbed up on the barstool. "What are you doing up so early?" Marissa asked, picking at her cereal.
"Xerxes woke me up at the buttcrack of dawn wanting to go for a walk. The backyard wasn't good enough for him this morning," replied Kate, pushing away her uneaten toast crusts and reaching for the pot of coffee on the counter. "Want some?"
Marissa nodded, so her friend poured her a mug full of the warm beverage, passing the sugar bowl and milk jug along to her. "Thanks," she replied, stirring in two spoons of sugar into her coffee. "So, what are your plans for today?"
Kate shrugged. "I dunno. I might just kick about round here. What about you?"
"I'm meeting Dave for coffee around eleven," replied the other woman.
"What?" Kate asked in surprise but then added as if it was nothing. "Coffee with Batista, huh?"
"Yeah. Why? You know we have coffee all the time."
"Yeah, I know…" the brunette trailed off, shrugging and fingering a napkin on the countertop.
"Are you jealous?" teased Marissa, wondering where this new interest was coming from in her friend.
The older woman laughed. "No, it was just last night John Cena somehow talked me into going on a date with Batista," she replied.
Marissa blushed. "You were speaking to Cena?" she asked, forgetting her first question about Kate being asked out by Dave Batista via John.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you wanna get him into bed," Kate whispered where Maddie couldn't hear her, poking fun at her friend's crush. "I spoke to him twice actually. Cena said Batista is having trouble finding dates." The redhead raised a questioning eyebrow but didn't interrupt. "And since Cena had just sorted out that problem I was having with Jeff Hardy's entrance track, stupid me, he conned me into agreeing to go on a date with Batista."
"Wow! And you agreed?" inquired the younger woman. Marissa thought this was fantastic. Kate needed to date an upstanding guy, not these losers she had been hooking up with on and off since breaking off her seven year relationship with Austin. The redhead could think of no one better than Dave, who could use a down to earth girl like Kate.
"Well, Cena wouldn't let it drop, so I gave in. I can't see what harm one date will do," mused the other woman but stopped when Maddie slurped up the rest of her milk from her cereal bowl.
"I'm going to get my book bag ready," she announced, slipping off the stool and heading towards the sitting room.
"Anyhow, it's not as if I can't stand the guy. Alright, so we're from two completely different worlds but as long he doesn't try to get me in bed, I don't see the problem. I see it like it's community service."
"Don't say that. He's a real great guy. I get on well with him, and I'm sure you will too," said Marissa. "So what was this other time you talked to John?"
"He just came back to ask me if it was alright that he didn't have any details about where and when the date would be and to ask if he could tag along with his date, kinda like a double-date thing," Kate explained, dropping her bread crusts on the floor for the dog. "I have no idea why but all the better for me so I can have someone to talk to since Dave looks like such a stiff. Sometimes I think he wears a suit to bed."
"I wonder who Cena is taking with him," Marissa thought aloud but more to herself really, ignoring her friend's comment about Dave.
"Why? Hoping you'll get lucky and he'll ask you?" the other woman teased, pushing Xerxes away when he began trying to crawl in her lap to beg for more food. He'd rather have "people food" than his dog food.
Marissa turned a shade that matched her own hair. "Well, I wouldn't say no. But honestly, could you see me on a date with him? Aside from me being completely tongue-tied around him, it would be a total disaster. I bet he's used to dating beautiful super-models. What would Cena want with a Catholic girl, who has a five-year-old kid?" she said, feeling depressed that she'd never be able to get with such a desirable man like John Cena.
"Lighten up on yourself already. You're starting to sound like your dad." This elicited a glare from the redhead but then Kate reassured her. "What he forgets to mention is that you're attractive, clever, and witty."
Marissa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but that counts for nothing when you have a child out of wedlock, not to mention my lackings in the super-model status."
"Give it up, Cissa," protested Kate with a roll of her eyes. "If Dave Batista wants to go out on a date with a country girl that has no family of her own, then there's hope for you yet."
Marissa laughed. "True. Anyway, I better be getting Maddie and myself ready for school. Will you still be about when I get back?" she asked.
Kate nodded. "Yeah. Not going anywhere. Definitely not rushing off to have coffee with any wrestlers."
"Alright. I'll catch you when I get back," said the redhead as she stood up, rolling her eyes.
"Okay," Kate responded, trying to keep from nodding back off to sleep. She was hardly up this early but her dog wouldn't let her go back to sleep until he had his chance to run up and down the sidewalk and threaten to tear up the neighbors flowers.
"Come on, Madison, let's get you dressed," said Marissa, making her way to the door that led to the sitting room.
"Okay," called Maddie, bounding back into the kitchen and stopping next to Kate's chair before holding up her arms to be picked up.
Kate took the five-year-old onto her knees. "You have a good day at school, Pumpkin," she said, kissing the little girl on the forehead.
"Thanks, Auntie Kate. You look after Xerxes while I'm away," the strawberry-blonde girl instructed in the most serious voice.
"I will," she said with a laugh and set Maddie down on the floor. The little girl was so articulate and mature for her age. "He'll be waiting for you the moment you get back."
Madison nodded and followed Marissa as she moved to depart from the room and they headed upstairs to get dressed. It was now seven o'clock, meaning the woman had an hour to get herself and Maddie ready before her daughter had to be in school.
Marissa picked out a blue denim dress, a purple sweatshirt, matching socks, and patent leather buckled shoes for her daughter and set them on the bed so that Maddie could dress herself. "Remember to wash behind your ears and brush your teeth," called the redhead as she left her daughter's bedroom and made her way to her own.
Maddie rolled her eyes in a way very characteristic of her mother and replied, "I will, Mama."
The woman picked out a pair of smart black pants, a deep crimson shirt and her new pointed boots to wear before she entered the en-suite to have a quick shower. She emerged ten minutes later, dressed and applied a little make-up, before styling her hair, being thankful it was short and so easy to keep. The redhead then put on her black rosary necklace, a silver bracelet and some diamond stud earrings, adding a quick squirt of perfume, before she was ready. She was one who took pride in her appearance, not to flaunt what she had but because she felt that the way she dressed affected her mood.
Just as Marissa was picking out a jacket to wear, Maddie entered the room. She sat down on the stool in front of her mother's dressing table.
"Will you fix my hair, please, Mama?" she asked.
Marissa turned around to find the little girl's hair sticking out in two very different directions where she had tried to put it up herself. "Of course, I will, baby," replied the woman, holding in her laughter and crossing the room to join her daughter and picking up the hairbrush.
The redhead styled Maddie's hair up into cute pigtails, adding little purple flower barrettes to hold the bunches in place.
"All done, Sweetheart," she said, kissing her daughter on the top of her head.
"Thanks, Mama," grinned Maddie, jumping down off the stool.
"Is your gym bag all ready?" Marissa asked and, when Maddie nodded, she went on. "Okay, let's go down stairs then."
Marissa and Maddie made their way back into the kitchen where Xerxes was still licking at the few missed droplets of spilt milk and cereal. Joseph and Glenna Carlson were now in the room, eating their breakfast and flicking through the morning newspapers, ignoring the dog they now considered to be part of the family.
"You look very dressed up just for taking Madison to school," Joseph noted, in way of greeting to his daughter.
"I'm meeting a friend for coffee later," replied the redhead, rolling her eyes.
"Is this friend male?" pressed the man.
"Joe, leave her alone. She's allowed to have friends you know. Whether they're male or female," interjected Glenna.
Marissa mouthed her thanks to her mother while Joseph returned to his newspaper. Apparently, this morning the man had no reprimands for his daughter- something the woman was glad of. She hated arguing with her father, especially in front of Maddie.
"I made up Maddie's lunch for her," said the older woman. "I've put it in the refrigerator."
"Thanks, Mama," replied the redhead, crossing the room to the appliance and taking out the small brown paper bag containing her daughter's food.
"If you're going out later, will you pick up something for dinner?" asked Glenna.
The younger woman nodded, locating her purse and car keys. "Anything in particular?"
"Whatever you like, dear." Maddie ran to her grandmother to give her a hug and kiss good-bye. "Have a good day at school, Darling," Glenna said, kissing Maddie on both cheeks.
The strawberry-blonde girl then jumped onto Joseph's lap to say good-bye to him too.
"Be a good girl and make sure you learn plenty of things," said the grandfather, patting the child on the head like a pet. Sometimes her father's lack of affection, especially towards Maddie, infuriated Marissa. However, she couldn't complain. He worked hard as a financial consultant to provide for his family and they were very well off due to it. She did love him in her own way and her mother was still very much in love with her husband. He and Kate got along fabulously, which was a little difficult for Marissa to take. However, she wouldn't dare ask her friend to move out. Between her father and raising Maddie, Kate helped her keep her sanity.
"Well, let's get going then," said the redhead, picking up Maddie's coat and her own suit jacket.
"Okay," replied the little girl, stopping to pet Xerxes before she left for school.
Marissa strapped Maddie into her car seat in the back passenger side before climbing into the Chrysler 300 herself. Five minutes later, they arrived at Montgomery Elementary School. Recently, in a display of her independence, Maddie had taken against her mother walking her past the school gate. Therefore, Marissa parked in the parents' parking lot to say good-bye to her daughter.
"Have a good day at school, baby," she said, kissing Maddie on the lips with a loud smack. The girl had slithered out of the car seat and into the front with Marissa after she had put the car in park.
"Thanks, Mama, I will," replied the little girl, returning the kiss with a giggle.
"Have you got everything you need?" she checked one more time. If she had to, she'd drive home and bring whatever it was back. Plus, she was always reluctant to let her daughter go and asked extra questions. This was her first year of school all day and Marissa got to spend so little time with her.
"Yes, Mom," replied Maddie, rolling her eyes and holding up her backpack, gym bag and lunch.
"Okay, baby. Take care," said the redhead, leaning across to open the passenger door.
"You too, Mama. I love you," she replied, hugging her mother.
"I love you too, Cupcake."
"Tell Xerxes that I miss him," called the five-year-old running off towards the gate where two of her friends were waiting for her.
The mother chuckled, wondering if that dog was more the center of her world than she was. He had been living with Maddie since she was two, so he had always been around as far as she was concerned.
"I will," she called back, putting the key in the ignition and starting the Chrysler up. When Maddie disappeared safely inside the front door, she backed the car up and headed for the grocery store to pick up dinner.
Two hours later, due to traffic and an overcrowded supermarket, Marissa returned home. With an hour before she was due to meet Dave Batista for coffee, the redhead had little to do. She entered the sitting room to find Kate dressed in her yoga clothes and curled up on the couch reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone magazine with Xerxes asleep lying diagonally across her.
"Maddie get off to school okay?" the brunette asked, looking up from what she had been reading as her friend sat down on the chair next to her.
"Yeah, she's still insisting that I don't get out of the car though," chortled Marissa, kicking off her shoes and leaning back in the large recliner. "I'm so proud of you this morning. It's barely ten o'clock and you've already walked Xerxes, had breakfast, and done yoga."
"Check that, I had some toast after watching that damn dog run up and down the street and then I went back to bed while you were getting Maddie ready but I couldn't go back to sleep. Yoga never happened because dork here thought he'd help me with the corpse pose by lying on top of me." Kate was always good for a laugh and now Marissa was giggling at her as she took the dog's head into her hands and ruffled his fuzzy ears and said, "But Mama still loves you anyhow." The brown and white mottled animal barely opened his eyes in response.
"You're going to give that dog a complex."
"I think your munchkin has already done that. Did you know that I have it on good faith that while we were gone last weekend, she had bows tied to his ears and his tail? That was before she tied her Barbie corvette to his back and pretended he was Barbie's chauffeur."
Marissa dissolved into a fit of laughter. "Poor dog," she replied, wiping away tears.
"So what time are you meeting Batista?" asked the older woman, only by two years, as she folded up her magazine. She was debating on telling Marissa why exactly she couldn't go back to sleep this morning and it had to do with the man in question.
"In about an hour," replied the redhead, double-checking the time on her watch.
"Are you gonna ask him who Cena is taking with him on this date?" Kate inquired with an evil grin.
Marissa turned the colour of a beetroot and shook her head. "To be honest, it's probably best if I don't know. I'll only end up trying to run the woman down," she replied facetiously.
The brunette laughed and asked, "You really like him that much, huh?" She wondered if it was more than just a little crush. They didn't exactly tell each other everything.
"Maybe just a little," joked the redhead with a grin that let her friend know it was actually a lot.
"Maybe Batista could put in a good word for you?" suggested Kate, wiggling her eyebrows.
"No way!" Marissa protested. "I'm not telling anyone else how I feel. I only told you because you guessed."
"That's because you start drooling and forget how to speak every time he comes so much as a mile near you," the brunette teased, tossing the magazine at her friend who was attempting to remain calm rather than become anxious over the whole situation. "The way you act, I'm surprised that half the company doesn't know you have the hots for Cena."
"Am I that obvious?" asked Marissa, bowing her head in embarrassment.
Kate nodded. "You're like a teenager with a crush."
"Oh, jeez," sighed Marissa, turning even redder before rising from the recliner and dropping the magazine back in the other woman's lap. "I have better things to do today than be mocked by you."
Kate knew she meant it good-naturedly and picked the magazine back up to find the last page she was on, resisting the urge to ask her friend to cancel her date with Dave.
At eleven o'clock, Marissa was standing outside Starbucks, waiting for Dave Batista to arrive. A few minutes later, the man in question showed up, dressed in casual cream pants and a blue pullover.
"Hey," he called as he approached.
"Hello," replied Marissa, heading towards the coffee shop's door.
Batista held it open for her and the two people entered. They took seats on the plush leather couches overlooking the window before either of them spoke. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, motioning towards the counter.
"No, let me. You bought them last time," insisted the redhead. "Latte?" Batista nodded his head. The woman walked towards the counter and brought Dave's Latte and a Mocha for herself, before returning to her seat.
"Have you had a good morning?" she asked, setting the beverage down in front of him on the coffee table.
"Yeah, thanks," he replied. "How about you? Maddie get off to school without any problems?"
"Kinda, she managed to spill all her breakfast cereal on the floor with Xerxes' help," laughed the woman. "Thank goodness we have him to clear up after her."
"Xerxes?" questioned the wrestler, taking a sip from his drink.
Marissa took a sip from hers too before replying. "Yeah, I haven't told you about him?" Dave shook his head in response, wondering how in the world she could have never mentioned the animal. "He's Kate's dog and a walking waste disposal unit. Oh, mentioning Kate, a little bird tells me you and her are going on a date."
Batista blushed deeply, embarrassed that he let himself be dragged into this and especially with Marissa's friend at that. If this date went sour, he could only hope that she was a better woman and wouldn't hold it against him. "She told you then?" he asked and when Marissa nodded, he went on. "Yeah, apparently Cena got sick of me 'moping around without a date,' so he took it upon himself to rectify the situation," he said, making rabbit ears with his fingers. "But I got my revenge on him." Dave broadly smiled and then took another sip of his latte.
"How so?" inquired the redhead, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"I told him that I'd only agree to the date if he came along too. And, as he's so incapable of finding more than one available woman in a day," Batista said, meaning Kate. "I said I'd ask someone to go with him."
The woman blushed deeply, which perplexed the wrestler a little. Marissa had been working within the WWE long enough not to get star-struck. Was there something else going on here?
"So, have you got any idea of who you're going to ask?" pressed Marissa, beginning to sweat a little. "If you want to be cruel, you could ask Maria. I hear she's available--well, I hear she'salways available." The redhead couldn't believe what she had just said. She wouldn't dare wish that woman on him but that was not to mention that she wished she could have him for herself. However, the woman knew that that was never meant to be.
"Actually," started Batista, but then he noticed the woman's increasingly odd behaviour. "Marissa, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, my coffee just went down the wrong way," she lied, not wanting to disclose her secret crush on John Cena to Dave; she knew the two men were friends.
"Alright," Dave hesitantly replied but then continued, "Well, as I was saying. I was actually hoping you could help me out with something?"
Marissa merely nodded, feeling her voice might be too shaky to speak just yet. She really had to learn to get a grip on herself but she was so afraid of what he was about to ask her.
"When I said to John that I'd only go on the date if he came too, he said that he didn't know any available women. So, I suggested that I'd ask you. You'd be up for that, wouldn't you?" asked the black-haired man. "You already know me and Kate is your friend, so it wouldn't be too awkward. John would do well to spend some time with a sophisticated girl like you."
"You did what?" questioned Marissa, almost spitting out her coffee. "You told John Cena I'd go on a date with him?"
"Yeah, I didn't think it'd be a problem. Honestly, he isn't as bad as everyone thinks," insisted Batista, beginning to think this whole stupid plan of Cena's was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth.
The redhead remained silent, at a total loss as to what to say. She couldn't believe that someone had actually suggested that she and Cena should go on a date -- well, besides Kate, and that was her job as best friend. In addition, he'd agreed to it!
"Marissa, are you sure you're okay? This is the second time I've mentioned Cena and you've gone all quiet. And you were like this around him last night too," Dave stated before comprehension dawned on him. "Wait… you don't like him, do you?" Now everything was starting to make sense. This would certainly explain why Marissa suddenly went silent or ran in the opposite direction every time Cena appeared, reasoned Batista as he waited for the woman to answer.
Slowly the video technician nodded her head and the wrestler grinned.
"Why didn't you just tell me that?" he asked.
Marissa shrugged. "What does it matter? It's not like I stand a chance with him," she replied, hanging her head in self-doubt.
"Don't be silly. All right, so he's got his head so far up his own ass that he doesn't notice much. However, come on, he'd be mad not to be interested in you," Dave reassured, leaning up in his seat towards her.
"I doubt it," protested the redhead, as she started to play with her necklace from nervousness.
"Well, he's already agreed, so that's gotta be a good sign. Besides, once you get to know each other, I'm sure you'll get along really well," the wrestler insisted.
The woman shook her head. "Who said I'd agreed?"
"Come on, Marissa," protested Batista. "You know you'll regret it if you say no. Besides, imagine how much it'll damage his ego if you turn him down," he joked.
The woman laughed. Maybe Dave does have a point, she thought, Cena has already agreed to the date. Besides, if she said no, Dave and Kate wouldn't go on the date either and the redhead just knew they'd be great for each other.
"Alright then," she conceded with a sigh.
"Great. Well, when are you free then?" asked the wrestler. "I think, as Cena dragged us into this, we should set when the date is."
"Well, there's the houseshows Friday and Saturday but the one on Sunday's fairly early," replied Marissa, wondering what she'd just gotten herself into.
"Sunday would be perfect then," Batista replied. The sooner they did this, the better off he'd be. "Any idea what you want to do?"
The woman shrugged. "We're in Montreal, aren't we?" Dave nodded and she suggested, "Montreal has a year round skating rink. We could go ice skating?"
The wrestler didn't ice skate and had no intention of ever doing so but he saw the idea as a way out. Kate probably did that kind of stuff, so he could send her out there on the rink with Marissa and John and he could simply watch. If his date turned out to be as bad as he worried, this would be a perfect opportunity to get away from her. "Yeah, that sounds fun," he agreed. "Go to the rink and then maybe get a little dinner? No drinks before skating," he added with a laugh.
"Excellent. So, ice skating next Sunday. Kate will be delighted," she replied.
Perfect, absolutely perfect, Dave thought.
"Alright then, we'll meet up in the lobby of the hotel, say eight-thirty?" he suggested, and when Marissa nodded, he continued. "Great, you tell Kate and I'll let John know."
"Alright," agreed the redhead, anxious now that a time and day had been set. "So, you doing anything interesting this week?"
Marissa drove back home, with her head spinning, to while away the next few hours before she had to collect Maddie from school. Had she just agreed to go on a date with John Cena? Part of the woman couldn't believe her luck; after months of lusting after him, they'd be going on an actual official date. The redhead couldn't wait to get back home and tell Kate about what had happened during her coffee with Batista.
When she arrived home, she found Xerxes stretched out in front of Kate's closed door, waiting patiently for his older mistress --his younger one was still at school. Marissa held up her knuckles to rap on the door but then decided against it. The brunette had either finally gotten around to doing yoga or taking a much needed nap without the help of her dog. It wouldn't surprise her if Kate had fallen asleep in the middle of her routine. After finding her that way a few times, she had begun to worry that her friend had narcolepsy, but Kate was one of those people who could sleep anywhere and anytime. She'd just wait until the other woman came out of her room.
After doing a load of laundry and picking up after Maddie, it was time for Marissa to head to the elementary school to pick up her daughter. Kate still hadn't emerged and Xerxes hadn't moved. She found his leash by the kitchen door and the dog immediately jumped up when he heard the rattle. Marissa clipped it on and he practically dragged her out the door. She had to pull with her all her strength to guide him to the garage instead of the front door, but then when he realized he was going for a ride, Xerxes hit the garage wide open. Maddie would be so excited to find the dog in the car after a long day at school. Marissa hoped she could make it a little while longer before she burst with the news about John Cena.
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