A/N: YAY!! I UPDATED. i took me forever, but i had a tad case of writers block! yay. i hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own John Cena, or the WWE...or do i.

Chapter Five: Breakfast

John whistled as he stepped off the elevator. It was 7:30, and john was wide awake, yet he hadn't slept a wink that night before. It was odd for him, having been the person to sleep past noon on most days. He smiled as he past a few bell boys who stared wide eyed up at the champ. He glanced out the large window and squinted. He took a seat next to the window and watched the cars go by.

John yawned and he learned back in his chair, feeling a sudden hunger. He sat up and stood glancing around the lobby. Digging in his pocket, John pulled out his phone. He didn't want to wake up anybody but he didn't want o eat alone either. He dialed Randy's number in hopes he'd be awake to come have breakfast. There was no answer. John slapped his phone shut and continued walking over to the small café the hotel had.

The room was practically empty and thee were a few groups of guests were sitting quietly to talking with each other. He scanned the room hopes of seeing a familiar face. He looked to the other entrance of the café and smiled.

John walked casually over her way and snuck up behind her. He never really noticed how tall she was. With heels she was probably around his height, a good 6'2", with out them she only seemed a few inches shorter, about 5'10". None-the-less John still bent down to talk to her, even if it was the slightest bit.

"Are you here alone?" He asked causing poor Delilah to jump and spin around defensively. She clutched her purse angrily as she stared at him. She crossed her arms waiting for a reason as to why he was there. He only smiled and waved and watched as she tapped her foot in annoyance.

"Nice hat," is what spilled from his mouth and he smiled at her sudden anger and frustration. "You must've got it from someone very cool."

"For your information, I'm only wearing it because it's seven in the morning and my hair looks like crap." It had been the first time she had spoken in the five minutes they had been standing there.

"And you chose that hat?" He raised an eyebrow.

"It was the only one I had." She hissed, shifting her weight on one foot. John smiled a cheesy smile, before she glanced at the door. She gasped and stood up straighter. John wasn't paying attention and before he knew it he was being pushed into the fake tress and plants that he was standing in front of.

His cap fell over his eyes by one of the fake branches. He tried to move but really couldn't. He looked up Delilah was standing with an older woman and a man whom only looked a few years older than Dee. They walked out of view shortly after the three glanced suspiciously his way.

"Probably just a drunk homeless guy who passed out" James answered the question floating around his mother's facial expression.

John huffed and tried to get out of the fake shrubbery. He heard two familiar voices and he looked up. Shawn and Hunter were walking by.

"Shawn, Hunter!" He called grabbing their attention immediately. Shawn looked at the plants wide eyed and looked to his friend wearily.

"Hunter? Ya remember when I told you about that dream where the plants were talking to me?" Hunter nodded his head, knowing full well that it was just John.

"Shawn…It's me, John." John sighed, tired of waiting for some one to help him.

"Oh my gosh! They ate John!" Shawn screamed at the top of his lungs, before actually noticing that john was lying in the fake plants. He and hunter pulled him out and flicked the fake leaves off his shoulder.

"What happened to you?" Hunter asked as John searched the room for Delilah and her family.

"Uh, nothing. I'll catch you guys later." He said patting Shawn on the shoulder and walking over to the table he had spotted her at. They were talking happily and laughing while sipping on orange juice and coffee. He grabbed a chair from another empty table and swung it up next to Delilah. He sat down and laid an arm over her shoulders.

"Hey sweetie, how come you didn't call me and tell me you guys were coming here for breakfast." He said kissing her softly on the cheek. Delilah's eyes were wide and she just stared at him for a while. He smiled back a small glint of revenge shining in his eyes.

"Dee, why didn't you tell me you were dating again?" Her mother asked smiling at John.

"I'm not…" Delilah managed still shocked that he would actually take revenge on her for pushing him in the shrubs.

"Oh don't be silly, we have a date tomorrow." John said grabbing Delilah's orange juice and taking a drink from it. She glared at him and tried to shrug his arm off her shoulders.

Her mother clapped her hands together and happily smiled to her son, who only looked at his mother as if she was insane.

"Well, please come join us for breakfast! I want to meet the man who's making my little girl so happy." Mrs. Rose invited snapping for another menu. Delilah buried her head in her hand, shaking it disbelievingly. She lifted her head and smiled at her family with a very visible forced look on her face.

"So how did you meet Delilah?" Her mother asked. Dee groaned, she didn't want to deal with this.

"Mom, don't ask questions, he has to be somewhere else," She attempted trying to take the arm off her shoulders once more. He wouldn't let her.

"Don't be silly. He can stay for a while; I want to know what's going on in my daughter's life." Mrs. Rose insisted smiling at the two.

"That's not really necessary. He has to go now, bye!" Delilah tried pushing him off of her to get him to leave. He only smiled at her.

"I can stay for a while." John said, leaning his head on hers sweetly. Delilah smiled and so did John.

"Pay backs a bitch," he said, speaking through his teeth as Mrs. Rose got really giddy.

"Oh, you have no idea, just wait. You just wait." She replyed as John squezzed her shoulder and they began laughing like mad-men.