A/n: it took me a while but i got it done! yay!
Disclaimer: I dont' own John Cena or any body from the WWE or the WWE in general...
Chapter Seven: Phones…
John flipped his phone open and dialed the numbers in his head. His finger hovered over the send button before he finally decided to just close his phone. He sighed and leaned back in his seat on the airplane. Randy, who was sitting next to him, laughed and shook his head.
"Why don't you just call her? She's not going to scream at you for kissing her." He told him who shook his head in reply.
"You don't know that! She can be really really scary at times."
"John, if you want to call her just call her. Even if she bites your head off, at least you know you can take it like a man." Randy told him, turning back to his laptop where he was watching a copy of The Matrix. When John failed to answer, Randy turned his head to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "You can take it like a man, can't you?"
"Of course I can take it like a man, but it's different from all the other times. At least I think so," John told him, flipping his phone open again.
"All I'm saying is that maybe you should just grow a pair and call her. If you won't I will." John was already handing him the phone with a smile. "You're a child…"
Delilah's phone began to ring. Her eyes widened and she looked to her purse. She slapped a hand to her forehead before she reached and answered it.
"Hello?" She was hesitant in answering, afraid it might be who she though it was.
"Hi-ya this is Randy Orton!" Delilah held out the phone and looked at it. Why was he calling her?
"Uh, can I help you with something?" She asked, unsure of what to say. She looked across the couch at Lisa who shrugged in reply.
"No, not really. John was too scared to call you, so I'm proving there is nothing scary about it." Randy answered, laughing at John who sat next to him wide-eyed.
"Scary, me?" The big bad John Cena is scared of me?" Delilah mocked, laughing with Lisa, who had prompted her to put the phone on speaker.
"He said you could be a very scary person. I wouldn't know, I've never really met you."
"I guess if you call bribing a few wrestlers to make him look like a fool, then I guess I could be kind of scary."
"Hmmm, I was talking more about that kiss…"
Delilah gasped and so did Lisa. Lisa looked at her friend with wide eyes and smirked shortly afterward.
"How did you find out?" Delilah breathed, shock and embarrassment written all over her face.
"John told me.." Randy's tone of voice had changed in a rather obvious way. His voice cracked as though he had been late in hitting puberty.
"What happened to the whole, 'never kiss and tell'?" Lisa's smirk had gotten larger as she listed on. Delilah jumped off the couch and into her room where she pressed the speaker off key and hissed into the receiver.
"Put him on the phone, now." She whispered harshly and waited for John's voice to transfer from Randy's.
"H-hello?" He choked, a nervous tone around his voice.
"How dare you tell him about what happened. I didn't mean anything, absolutely nothing!" Delilah didn't wait for a reply, she slammed her phone shut and threw it against the door. It shattered into a million little pieces.
"Great not only do I need a job, I need a phone too." She sighed, falling back on her bed and closing her eyes.
John and Randy looked at the phone and then to each other.
"She is scary, why are you attracted to someone who could possibly murder you?" John shrugged and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to take a nap.
Delilah picked up the pieces of her phone and opened her door. She dumped them into her purse and reached for the house phone.
"Hi, may I please speak to James Rose, please?" She asked as soon as his secretary answered the phone. She heard a click and few second later a new set of ringing had transferred her over.
"Hey Dee…" James' groggy voice answered yawning as he did so.
"How'd you know it was me?" She asked, frowning and grabbing her car keys.
"You always call around this time, what do you want?" He asked; sound a bit livelier after he had yawned.
"I need a new phone." She told him, pulling out a piece of her old one and playing with it. James groaned on the other side of the phone.
"What am I, made of money? What happened to your old one?"
"I got mad at w ho I was taking to and threw it at the door and it shattered," she told him trying not to sound totally embarrassed.
"…And why do you need me to buy you a new phone?"
"Because you have a job and money and your name is on the plan."
"Alright, meet me down at the store near my office. It'll be a chance to get away from the office." He said before hanging up. Delilah hung up the phone on the receiver and made for the door.
"Lisa, if you tell anybody what you heard, I will never talk to you again." She told her friend sitting on the couch still before inviting her to come with her to meet James.
Delilah and Lisa rode in silence, mostly because when they did start talking Lisa would bring up the fact that she knew about the kiss.
"Dee what happened? Please, I want to know." Lisa pleaded, turning in her seat next to her as they sat in traffic. Delilah reached for the dial on the radio and turned it off.
"I was trying to get to him," She sighed turning around the corner and getting stuck in traffic once more.
"Like you…hmm…are you into him?" Lisa was confused.
"Well no, but I was trying to make him feel like that I guess." Delilah didn't know how to explain it. "He poured a bucket of water on me…"
"Oh, so you were getting back at him. Nice way to do that, genius," Lisa snorted, making fun of her tactic.
"What else was I supposed to do, push him down the stairs? I had to get back at him someway."
"I guess you're right. So, how'd this all happen?"
"I wanted to play a prank on him, to embarrass him in front of everybody so I paid a few wrestlers off to do the work for me." Delilah put the car in park in front of the overly large T-mobile tore and smiled at Lisa.
"It turned out to be a competition," She continued as they got out of the car and began walking into the large store. Lisa clapped her hands excitedly as if the story were over before running inside to where James stood talking to an employee.
"Why do you always call me when you need something?" He greeted as Delilah walked over to him.
"Because, you're the one with the big fancy job and all the money, remember?" She smiled watching as he rolled his eyes.
"Well you need to get a big fancy job and all the money, because I can't keep paying for everything."
"Yeah, I know, I've been looking! I just haven't found anything exciting yet." Delilah shrugged picked up phones she found interesting. James smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a yellow post-it note.
"I figured you weren't looking for a job so I tool the liberty to get you an interview. Claps for James for doing a good deed!" He laughed clapping for himself before Lisa joined him.
"I don't even know where this place is." Delilah whined as she looked at the address on the yellow slip of paper before stuffing it in her purse. She then pointed at the most expensive phone on the display and smiled.
"Just because you're my sister, doesn't mean you get what you want." James shook his head, folding his arms.
"But I want it! I want it, I want it, I want it!" Delilah whined stamping her foot in the most childish way she could muster.
"Alright fine, stop making a scene. Geez, Deli, you've lost it." He held up his hands before turning to Lisa and leaning down to whisper. "Can't imagine how bad she'll be after she gets that job."