Even here in New England its like a burning inferno this is why I never liked summer but anyways thank you guys for reading and reviewing though, much appreciated but since I usually dont say that 4 letter word, I have a deep affection in a non romantic way for all of you, haha enjoy
"Randy are you sure you're okay? You just got permission to leave the hospital." John was trying to make sure his friend wasn't going to just collapse and have another heart attack.
"John like I've said a thousand times, I'm fine. It was just a simple heart attack, no biggie." Randy tried to give John a reassuring look, but that didn't calm the Cenation leader's nerves at all.
"Just a simple heart attack? My grandparents died of heart attacks, this is no joke! Plus I know I've done some Attitude Adjustments on you in the past, but I really don't want to have to carry you to a doctor. You're heavy after all." Cena decided to poke a little joke at Randy's size.
"I am not heavy Cena, and don't worry, I'm not dying anytime soon. You can be rest assured on that idea. I still got a daughter to look after you know."
"Yeah, after you get custody back you will." That comment struck a little tiny nerve, and Randy gave John a little glare. "What, I'm just saying, sheesh."
"John will ya stop your whining? You sound worse than my ex-wife." Randy walked a little faster and ahead of John.
"Really Randy? You're comparing me to Sam, that lying cheating slut? That stuff hurts man." John pretended to be stabbed in the heart.
"Really funny Cena. The last thing I need is your cheap humor on my ca- Oh I'm sorry are you okay?" While Randy was talking to John he bumped into someone unwillingly leading the victim on the floor.
"Oh it's nothing really don't worry about it, wait, Randy?" As Randy helped the person he realized that the blonde hair didn't belong to just anyone. "Kelly? Is that you, what are you doing in the hospital? Are you okay?" Randy was worried for Kelly's well-being and she could sense that even after so many years she could still read his emotions like a picture book.
"No, it's okay Randy I'm fine and no need to apologize. I was just here visiting Evan and comforting Tiffany, are you here to do the same? Because I really doubt you have the heart to do so." Kelly had totally forgotten about how she saw him lying on the floor dying of a heart attack.
"Speaking about hearts this Viper came to see poor Evan when he was dying and suddenly had a heart attack. He's getting released today. Oh, I'm John by the way, John-"
"Cena yeah I know you are superstar." Kelly quickly shook his hand. "Hmmm getting released from the hospital or from a job? Personally I prefer the second option. A jackass like you doesn't deserve one after having to stomp over so many people's feelings to get to where you are today." Kelly gave Randy a fake smile that was supposed to make him feel guilty, and boy did it work.
"Oh, damn Randy, who have you been pissing off?" John was beyond curious about what was happening in front of him right now.
"None of your business PG Icon." Kelly didn't want John getting into her personal life. "Now go off somewhere and go pander to the crowd will you? Oh and take this piece of trash with you." Kelly started to walk off before Randy grabbed her arm.
"Kelly please hear me out."
"Let go Orton, there is nothing for me to hear out from you." Randy's grip wasn't loosening and the tension between the two grew to the point where John felt completely awkward in this whole mess. This is getting pretty awkward, he thought and suddenly he came up with an idea. He grabbed Randy and Kelly and dragged them at lightning speed down the hall before they had time to protest. They came to a sudden halt when John stopped in front of the janitor's closet making Randy slam into the wall and Kelly lost her balance slightly.
"What's the meaning of this Cena!" Randy hissed angrily, now rubbing his aching shoulder. John didn't respond and quickly yanked the door open and before either Kelly or Randy could say anything, John shoved both of them into the closet and shut the door quickly. He didn't let go of the doorknob, trying to keep the door shut as Randy on the other side vigorously tried to force the door open. Both Kelly and Randy were demanding to be let out but John pretended to not hear their screams.
"John, what in the world are you doing?" John turned his head quickly to see Maria standing there with a cart looking both surprised and puzzled. "And why do I hear people screaming?"
"Oh you know, just having a civilized conversation with friends no big deal." John flashed her a smile but Maria was nowhere near convinced.
"A civilized conversation? I don't ever recall any civilized discussions ever involving people screaming to be let out or having them discussed with people on the opposite sides of doors."
"Oh haven't you watched movies before? Plenty of things like this happened all the time, nothing ever goes wrong. Say, do you happen to have the key to this door?" John asked innocently, but Maria wasn't going to be pulled into John's schemes.
"Why exactly do you need it?" John was struggling to keep the door shut now due to Randy's kicks and tackles becoming stronger.
"So I can keep these two friends together so they can talk things out. Now I am losing my grip so can you please just give me the key?" John was panicking now, trying desperately to hold on.
"What's the magic wo-"
"PLEASE!" Maria let out a giggle and walked towards the door and locked it. John with relief on his face backed away from the door and laughed at Randy's desperate attempts to get out.
"Sorry Viper, but your locked in now. Unless you want to make a big commotion guess you and feisty in there are going to have to be in there until you talk things through." John's face was plastered with a big smile. He didn't feel sorry at all for what he did. After all, he knew if this plan worked out, Randy was going to thank him in the end.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN WE GET OUT OF HERE CENA! HEART ATTACK OR NOT!" In all honesty Randy wasn't that mad, since now he finally got some alone time with Kelly, but he didn't like being cooped up in the janitor's closet. No matter how invigorating the smell of Pinesol (I don't know that. none of it. ) was, he wanted to get out soon.
"Mhm, whatever Orton, I'll see you and Kelly later." He then heard one last roar come from the inside and expected that Randy had given up. He then turned to Maria with a fake expression of hurt. "That wasn't nice Maria, teasing me when I needed your help."
"Come on John you big softy," Maria laughed, "I couldn't help it, its fun to watch you panic in situations like this. But its also nice to see, your resolve for helping your friends hasn't changed at all."
"I still can't believed you helped me. I know we're good friends and all, but couldn't you be fired for this?"
"Don't worry John Felix Anthony Cena, I know the boss pretty well. He's not going to fire me for helping some friends of mines, plus the janitor isn't coming in for another hour. I'm pretty sure Randy and Kelly will work it out by then." When Maria said she knew the owner John thought she meant that she slept with Miz's father or something. No one is safe from being future endeavored unless your that close.
"Don't tell me your banging the owner Maria thats just kinda gross." John pretended to gag while Maria looked offended and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Mr. Cena how dare you? I'm much more ladylike and decent enough to know not to do that. I didn't even slept with Vince while you and I both know plenty of other divas did."
"And that's why you were future endeavored." John joked earning another slap except on the back of the head.
"No, I was fired because Vince and his half-witted Creative staff of yes men, can't produce quality storylines, feuds or appreciate the underused talents. Now I know I'm not a brilliant wrestler, but at least let people besides you cut a promo or get on the PPV card once in a while. Poor people like Natalya, Justin Gabriel, Drew Mcintrye, Beth Phoenix and Alex Riley are getting squashed and they have talent and good mic skills." Maria was ranting about her frustration with the company, even though she wasn't the one who chose to leave.
"Couldn't agree with you more. I need a break from time to time, it's not like I always want the spotlight. But Vince freaks out whenever I'm not at a show as if the ratings will decrease if he uses underused guys instead of me. He seriously hasn't heard the fans, but that's Vinny for ya." John shrugged and Maria frowned.
"The company is going to go in ruins if Vince doesn't change his gameplan. But enough about that dumbass, back to where you thought of me as a whore. What I meant by, I know the boss was that I knew Miz as a close friend. Gosh, John have you no decency." Maria showed a look of disappointment on his face.
"Well, when Vinny Mac's your boss, it happens. But enough of this, are you free anytime this week? I really want to catch up with you after all these years of not seeing you." John looked a bit hopeful, hoping she would say yes.
"Well, I did just get off work. Since its just to have some catching why don't we just hang around the cafeteria, after all, we need to unlock the door for your friends in about an hour and I'm pretty sure you're starving."
"Sounds good to me." Both of them smiled and they headed to the cafeteria laughing and playfully hitting each other.
The birds were chirping loudly as a gentle, light breeze brushed passed his face. He was sitting there on the white wooden bench all alone just enjoying the scenery, something he hadn't done in a while. He enjoyed hearing something else other than the sound of adoring fans cheering him on though that was nice to hear as well. He enjoyed this peaceful environment more and didn't remember when his wrestling dream drove him away from the place he loved the most. Sure he was in St. Louis, but it was home after all. He had just been released from the hospital and was just relaxing in the park where so many lovely memories were made. Right now he wasn't thinking about all the adrenaline he received when on that turnbuckle, he wasn't thinking about the hype he was getting from the crowd as he flew elegantly through the air, he wasn't thinking about his stressful and frustrating time in the company and not getting a push, no, he wasn't thinking about that at all. Right now, he was not a former tag team champion, he was not a former ROH champion, he was not a cruiser weight desperate to shine and prove his worth, he was just himself, he was just Evan "Air Bourne" Orton, from his less complicated days. His eyes were closed as he was sitting still underneath the shade of a big tree, remembering all the moments and memories that it was involved with. His mind went back to the time when he was just 10 and he felt as if he were really back in past. He felt as if he was really still on top of that tree with Tiffany and Kelly yelling at him to climb down before he hurt himself with Randy in the background telling him to jump. That's when it hit him. This was when he elegantly soared through the air for the first time from this elevation. This was the first time when he went for a flip in midair. This was the first time he gracefully landed on his feet safely after doing his patented and well loved Shooting star press, his Air Bourne finisher, was created in the blink of an eye, in the park on a random summer day. And till this day, he could still remember that adrenaline rush, that breathtaking moment he faced when doing the flip. That was the moment when he knew he wanted to do that for the rest of his life. The reminiscence and nostalgia was interrupted however, though when Evan opened his eyes he wasn't all too saddened that he was brought out of dreamland, for the sight in front of him was far better than any Air Bourne was in his eyes.
"Well aren't we out and about so soon after that horrifying ordeal?" Her smiled shined even brighter now that the sun's rays where drenched on her even though he could tell it was forced.
"I am a risk taker and death defyer after all Tiffany." He smiled back at her as he gestured for her to sit down next to him. As she sat down Evan knew exactly what was going to come out of her mouth before she even opened her mouth. "By the way, you don't have to apologize, this wasn't your fault at all." She shifted her position on the bench now. Her mood immediately changed from one trying to act strong to a more depressing and regretful atmosphere.
"You can always tell what I'm going to say even before I say it, huh Evan?" She wasn't facing him anymore, instead her head was turned slightly to the left so he could just barely see her face.
"We are childhood friends Tiffany, if anyone can read your emotions like a book its me. Well and maybe Kelly too." He couldn't see it, but he knew that she was at least grinning. The thought of her sister always made Tiffany proud.
"Yeah, I guess your right, you always payed attention to this kind of stuff huh?"
"Well if your involved I'm obviously going to pay attention. We're best friends after all."
"Yeah...best friends..." After that remark the two became silent for a while. It wasn't an awkward silence, but it felt more like a comfortable one even after the last remark Tiffany made that made Evan a bit suspicious. But besides that, this silence felt comforting to Tiffany in a way. They hadn't really brought up the stabbing incident, but through this silence, she could feel that Evan cared about her and genuinely didn't want her to feel responsible.
"So are you still mad at me for what I did 10 years ago, well what me AND my brother did?" Evan decided to finally break the silence and anxiously awaited her answer. Tiffany sat there and thought about it for a long moment. Was she really able to accept them back into her lives after so long knowing that they would have to leave them again sooner or later to go back on the road? Her heart was still conflicted. Evan didn't say anything. He simply just moved a bit closer to her and bent down a bit sticking his head a bit farther out. Tiffany noticed this and was curious as to what he was doing.
"What are you doing Evan?"
"Whenever you got mad at me in highschool you would always hit me on the back of the head and feel better afterwards. Well?" Tiffany couldn't help but let out a laugh at this. He remembered something so stupid. She couldn't believe it but she slapped him lightly on the back of the head enough that Evan flinched a bit and clutched his head.
"You're right, I'm feeling much better now."
"Does that mean you forgive me?"
"Sure, for now until you piss me off again small fry."
"Dammit I'm not short, you sisters are mean people." Evan frowned and Tiffany let out a little giggle.
"You're just a little wuss Evan."
"No I'm not I take RKO's and Brogue Kicks every now and then, if anything I'm tougher than Big Show is."
"Hmm sure you are Evan, sure you are."
Yay, reconciliation whoo. I decided not to write about Randy and Kelly till the next chapter. Gotta psyche myself up for their "heart to heart" or ego to ego if you may. Favorite this story, put me on your alerts and review this thing. Oh and share if with people so they can do the same to. Hahahaha hope you guys had a happy 4th of July while I go into the other room and celebrate Tyson Kidd and Zack Ryder finally getting air time. Can't forget Dolph Ziggler either, bye bye for now.