a/n: so it's been almost a year since i updated this story and here we are with a random chapter that doesn't pertain at all to the plot of the story...much. but any way. Here it is it sucks but i'm working on 17...so stay tuned for that. Bye. A.C.R.
Chapter 16: Cold Showers.
John kissed Delilah once more before he held her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him. She was biting her lower lip anxiously, waiting for his reply. He smiled and pulled her into his arms, holding her head to his chest and his lips pressed to the top of her head in a smile. They remained for a while, some patrons of the restaurant whispering to each other as they passed them, either going in or leaving for the evening.
"You have no idea how cliché I feel," Delilah finally spoke, causing John to loosen his grip and hold her at arm's length. He laughed and kissed her softly on the lips.
"I think cliché works for you." He told her, staring at her deeply in the eyes. Delilah smiled, and hugged him pulling her self to his body. "Your not such a bitch when your cliché. Though the thing with your dad does kind of classify under that category."
Delilah frowned, trying not to get too angry at the fact that John had just called her a bitch. She moved her head to glance around her shoulder back at the restaurant with an even bigger frown as her stomach growled.
"But…I don't want to go back in. He'll be mean to me." She put on her best puppy dog face but John looked away. "Oh fine. But I'm not going to like it."
The two walked back into the restaurant hand and hand and sat back down at the table. Mr. Rose was sitting with his arms crossed looking sternly at his daughter. John nudged her in the side and she cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry dad. That wasn't any way for me to act. But…" She stopped to take a deep breath. "I'm keeping my job. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. It's a real opportunity for me to experience life to the fullest. In all sorts of ways." Underneath the table, she squeezed John's hand and he secretly smiled. James and Lisa looked back and forth between the two.
"You know Delilah, your absolutely right. You should experience a lot before you get older, But I'm not going to let you do that while prancing around half naked on TV." Her father spoke after a moment of silence before he looked back and forth between John and Delilah. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm not half naked. If you actually watch, I'm actually wearing clothes. Daddy, have you even tried to watch?"
"Well, I…might have glimpsed at something."
"Why don't you come down to the arena with us tomorrow? It'd be a great opportunity to watch what we do, and Delilah's actually really good at it. You can even talk to Vince." It was John who spoke up this time, looking at both of Delilah's parents before looking back to her. She was staring at him, incredulously as the table got silent. Her father thought, staring at John with a scowl on his face before he sighed.
The next day, Delilah wasn't looking forward to what was about to happen. Her father and mother were walking behind her andJohn as they entered the arena the following afternoon for that nights show. She and John walked, side by side, hand and hand. Lisa and James were beside them, quiet as they six walked in silence.
Delilah was mad; mostly because it was John's brilliant idea that got her into this. She thought for a moment, it was John who got her into everything so far. She frowned, and kept walking towards the Diva's locker room, ignoring the conversation John had been trying to stir up between the two of them.
He sighed. He knew that she was pissed off at him. He smirked though and gripped her arm softly before spinning her around and pressing her up against the wall. He grinned and watched as her eyes narrowed and she folded her arms.
"Please don't be mad at me Deli…there is a reason to my madness…and uh…if we hurry…I do have a private locker room this week." Delilah hit his shoulder and laughed, looking at him as if he were dumb. He wriggled his eyebrows and leaned in to kiss her.
They were in mid-kiss when they heard some one clear their through from beside them. Delilah looked, frowning to find Randy staring at them. His eyebrows were raised and he had his arms crossed over his chest expectantly.
"So, you guys make up? Good god, it's about time you two finally just got together…" He sighed, ranting as he walked down the hallway. Delilah and John laughed as they watched him leave, already in his ring attire. It took a while for his ranting to fade away before Delilah ducked under John's arm and started walking toward the locker room.
"I'll see you later…I've got to go get ready…" She called back ignoring the whines from John as she walked into the divas locker room.
John stomped his foot and turned toward his own locker room. He probably deserved the punishment. He'd have to go take a cold shower before any matches started. He grumbled at this and hesitantly changed into his wrestling garb.