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Chapter 14: Karaoke

Delilah slammed the door shut to her hotel room. After a very "exciting" conversation with Randy she found out his was the one who ruined her relationship with Adam. True enough, she played almost certain majority in the ruining of her happiness but it would've been fine if Randy hadn't walked in on John and her. It was a stupid mistake on both parties, she didn't care if Randy shared a room with John, give him some privacy.

Adam had refused to listen to her after her and John were teamed up in the new tag team division. She retaliated by telling him about how he was leaving her on Raw while he went to SmackDown because of the stupid World Heavyweight championship. They left it at that.

It was perfectly safe to say that Adam and Delilah's relationship was down the drain. He broke up with her with a big slap in the face, he and Torrie had been seeing each other way before John and Delilah did anything.

"Stupid bastard." She muttered, tearing up every single memory of him that she owned. She refused to think about him any more, she wanted to focus on her beginning career.

She kicked the trashcan over before she grabbed her travel bag to head to the arena. She couldn't help but cry as she drove herself. She hated everything that was going on. She hated, Adam she hated Torrie she…thought she hated John.

Did she hate John? She hadn't a clue anymore. Every single one around her had their own relationship. Even James and Lisa had finally gotten together. She tried to wipe the running mascara off her face as she parked.

As she walked towards her locker room, her hair shading her face. She didn't want anybody to see what she was doing. She didn't even make it to her locker room before she had a mental breakdown and began crying in the middle of the hallway. No one noticed her; they kept busy on their own accord.

It was several minutes later that Mick Foley, her personal friend and idol, walked over to her and steered her into her locker room. He helped her calm down before asking what the problem was.

"Adam-" She stuttered, trying to drink a bottle of water he had fetched her. Mick's eyebrows furrowed. She explained everything, from what happened with John to Adam and Torrie sleeping around behind her back for two months. She even mentioned Randy in their, who she deemed as an inconsiderate jerk.

"Think on the bright side, Deli," he told her, thinking of a way to cheer her up. "Listen, Shawn is having a Karaoke night tonight. For some strange reason he invited me, do you want to go?"

Delilah looked up from her handkerchief and nodded slowly. She loved Karaoke. She laughed a little before giving Mick a giant hug.

There was a knock on her door and John's head popped in after she had given who ever it was permission to come in. The moment he saw her crying he cleared his throat and walked fully into the room.

"Okay, whose ass do I need to kick," He asked her sweetly, sitting on the bench in front of her and placing a hand on her shoulder. She glanced up at him. He was smiling at her. She almost melted.

It was getting hard for her to deny any feelings she ever had for john, especially now that Adam was defiantly out of the picture. She smiled softly back and shook her head.

"I'm fine really." She told him, but he wasn't convinced.

"Listen, if my tag team partner is distressed I wanna know who cased the distressing of said tag team partner, got it?" He told her with that smile still spread across his lips. She smiled and was even surprised when he gave her a short hug before helping her on her feet.

"I came to get you actually, we have a match remember?" He asked pointing to the door with his thumb. Delilah snapped and started running around the room frantically trying to gather her stuff.

She had forgotten that the two men were in the room with her as she started to undress. They turned sharply on their heels and stared at the wall behind them.

John and Delilah made their way to the ring. The crowd though they hardly knew who Delilah was, was cheering louder than they had for the tag team of Santino Marella and Maria. It was their fourth match of the tag team division and this was for the title belts that were displayed nicely on two display stands. Delilah ran her fingers over them as she walked by to climb into the ring.

John helped her in before shedding his shirt. Delilah climbed the turnbuckles and held her Women's Championship up high. She hopped down before handing her belt to the ref so he could put it to the side. A nod was shared between her and John before he left the ring.

Maria and Delilah circled each other quickly, trying to figure out which way to start. They locked up; Delilah's knee hit the mat. She used that knee on Maria's lower abdomen and broke the lock. Before Delilah could do anything, Maria pushed her away from her into the ropes. Delilah bounced off of them and speared her onto the mat, resuming punching her before easing up and standing.

She tagged John in and Santino took Maria's place. From there it just took off. Delilah was just watching John, cheering him on and getting the crowd wired up and chanting his name every once and a while.

It was a few minutes later that John had pinned Santino. One. Two. Three. Delilah was overjoyed. She jumped over the top rope into the ring where, unintentionally, she threw her arms around John and wrapped her legs around his waist.

There was no denying she was happy. It could've been the fact that now that they were champs, John and Delilah would be working together almost every Monday night, when they didn't have problems separately.

John was surprised when Delilah had jumped on him. He wasn't too tired to support her but he had almost dropped her too. He smiled into the hug before letting her down and giving her another, less tempting, hug. They raised their hands up high, holding their new belts with pride, before exiting the ring on a rather happy note.

"So…are you going to Shawn's Karaoke party?" Delilah asked after she had cleaned up and was getting ready to head over to Shawn's. She had no idea where he lived, but would try and find it any way.

"I would, but, Randy and I usually share a rental car and he doesn't want to go so I'm stuck at the hotel." He told her, as they walked side by side, they championship belts dangling over the side of their bags. She smiled and he laughed, having no idea why they were doing such.

"Well, I have no clue where Shawn lives around here. I haven't even been to Texas before, let alone in a place as big as San Antonio. I was hoping if you came with me you could give me directions. Mick was supposed to take me but…he disappeared." She smiled as he turned his head to think about it.

"Ah, sure why not. I need to have some fun. Not like our match wasn't fun or anything." He said defensively, thinking she would get mad at him for not mentioning their match. She only laughed, and led the way to her car.

They rode in almost complete silence. Everyonce and a while John would lean over to change the channel on the radio. He glanced over at her and smiled.

Even if she didn't want to admit it, he knew she had developed some kind of "thing" for him. He wasn't going to lye either, though, he liked her too. It could've possibly meant more than just liked. But there was everything that had happened between them ever since they met. Their unfortunate meeting at the subway in New York.

They pulled into the almost crowded drive way of Shawn's San Antonio home before putting the car in park and walking to the wide open door. They were greeted immediately as they walked through the door. Mick sent Delilah an apologetic look from across the room and held up a glass of what looked like cold apple cider.

Delilah only smiled at him, shaking her head. She could never ever be mad at Mick. She and John grabbed a seat on the coach, together. Shawn zoomed by handing John and Delilah a drink each before going to the kitchen to put his tray away.

He had the house set up almost like a small club, with a small table like stage in the front center with a very nice karaoke machine sitting next to it.

"How often does he do this?" Delilah asked, noting the calmness of everything.

"Every time we're in San Antonio," John answered as she took a sip of the drink that was given to her. She was surprised to find the amount of alcohol given to her. She glanced at Shawn who winked and pointed to John with a thumb up. She shook her head and took a drink from the blended ice.

John took a glance at Delilah out of the corner of his eye. She looked uncomfortable sitting with him. She sat on the edge of her seat and was sitting up straight.

People started to sing after a few moments of talking. Jillian Hall did a horrible rendition of Hit Baby One More Time, while Shawn did his version of his own theme song. John had been forced to sing as well, singing a random song that Delilah had never heard of but it gave her chills.

She clapped with every one else when he was done and waited for him to come sit down so she could make fun of him. When he didn't, she looked confused, instead he announced that she had not gone yet and should defiantly go before everybody made her.

She agreed after a moment of thinking and stood up. She stood on stage and picked a song she knew very well. This was because of her impaired vision, due to the drink Shawn had given her; she wasn't in the shape to read of the prompter. As she was singing, Hey their Delilah, by The Plain White T's, everybody's attention was focused on her, including John's.

He knew she was drunk; beyond drunk, but he couldn't help but think the same things she was thing earlier that day when they were talking in the locker room. She defiantly had feelings for him. She knew this, she knew it clearly…

Yet, some how…she wasn't sure if she wanted them.