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Andrew rolled his eyes.
"So, you're telling me that John Cena and Randy Orton saved you?" he asked incredulously.
"Yep." I replied.
"C'mon now, you expect me to belie-"
"Look," I said. "You're the one who wants me to tell you my story so bad. Could you PLEASE stop interrupting me? I've got no reason to lie to you, at this point."
"Fine."
When I woke up, I was lying in a bed with two men sitting next to me talking.
"Where am I?" I demanded when I realized how much trouble I was in. In a hotel room with two strange men? Yeah, New York seemed like SUCH a good idea right now. "Who are you?" The adrenaline rushed through me, and I jumped out of the bed and got in a defensive stance from my basic Muay Thai training. Hey, YOU might not think I stand a chance against two grown men, but the thought never even crossed my mind.
"Whoa there, hotshot," one of them said. "We found you passed out in an alley, so we brought you here."
"John didn't think you had the money to pay for a hospital or something. I told him he was crazy." Both of their voices sounded vaguely familiar, but I wasn't interested in placing them at the moment.
"Randy's a real negative guy. Ignore him." I started laughing at this point.
"Oh, this is just great," I said. "The two guys who kidnap me have the same names as my favorite wrestlers. Absolutely hilarious." The pair glanced at each other, and then one flipped on the light. "O. M. G," I said as my eyes adjusted. "You look just like them too." John laughed out loud.
"Did you hit your head or somethin' when you fell?"
"Maybe she's just stupid," Randy muttered. He sat back down and reclined the chair.
"We ARE John Cena and Randy Orton," John said. I cocked my head and drank it all in.
"Oh great," I said again. "Now I'm hallucinating." Even Randy chuckled this time.
"You're funny," John said. "Are you always like this, or is it just after you pass out?"
"One time, I passed out and hit a water fountain. But that's an embarrassing story. So I told everyone that you hit me with a chair," I told John. "And then I told them I beat you up." John and Randy glanced at each other.
"Are you ok?" John asked.
"She's crazy, let's bring her to the hospital."
"Oh no," I said. "You are MY hallucination; you're not bringing me to the hospital."
"Girly, we're not imaginary," John said gently. I crept over warily, then poked him in the arm. My hand hit a real person, and I jumped back.
"WOAH!" I turned about 10 shades of red. "I am SO sorry, I didn't think… y'know." John laughed.
"Yeah, I got it. So, now that we're all on the same page, do you mind me asking why we found you passed out in an alley?" I kicked at an invisible something on the ground.
"Well, that's a long story."
"We've got time," Randy said from the chair by the window. I took a deep breath and related my sad story to them.
"So, yeah," I said as I reached the part about New York. "I guess I'm just a LITTLE bit in depression, and I didn't eat for a few days, and I passed out. No big deal."
"No big deal?" John demanded. "What if it HADN'T been me n' Randy that stumbled upon you in that alley?"
"Yeah," Randy said. "You can't just expect us to just put you back on the street if you're just gonna end up in the same place we found you."
"Oh trust me," I said. "I've learned my lesson. I don't think there's any chance I'll do THAT again." I laughed. "I'm not even sure I'm gonna make it out of HERE alive yet."
"We won't hurt you," John assured me. "But we're not gonna let you walk back out there by yourself again."
"She could go back home," Randy suggested. My face fell.
"But, I can't, that's not fair!" I said. Randy shrugged.
"Do you like wrestling?" John asked suddenly.
"Oh yeah," I said. "I always dreamed of being a wrestler one day. I wanted to be the first woman to hold the WWE championship," I declared. The strangest look crossed John's face, and a funny grin slowly spread. He looked at Randy.
"Oh no," Randy said before John even said anything. "I know what you're thinking. We're not doing it. I've got enough trouble as it is."
"Aww, it would only be for the summer!" John said. "And that would be it." He turned to me. "Go use the bathroom so Uncle Randy and I can talk." At this point, I was completely lost, so I went into the bathroom and pressed my ear against the door.
"Don't get her hopes up," Randy said. "'Uncle Randy' my ass!"
"Her parents just died, she depressed, and she loves wrestling. Coming on the road with us would be the perfect way to make her life a little better." I silently pumped my fist at that last comment.
"You just met her. You just picked her up off the street. How do you know she's not lying to you just to get you to have pity or something? What if she's taking advantage of you?"
"She thought she hallucinated us. How could that possibly be trying to take advantage of us?"
"Tell him, John," I whispered.
"Aww, c'mon, Randy! You've gotta have a little compassion in that cold heart."
"You're like a five year old sometimes. Fine, if you wanna take some random kid with you on the road, knock yourself out. But she's YOUR responsibility, got it?"
"Yes sir, DAD," John said, the sarcasm oozing from his voice. "I promise I'll feed her and water her and take REAL GOOD care of her."
"Shut up." I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and walked out the bathroom innocently.
"Did I miss anything?" I asked, fighting to keep the grin from spreading across my face.
"Well, we've got a proposal for you," John said.
"I'm listening," I replied.
"We don't want you back on the streets, and you don't want to be back in your hometown. So, we think-"
"He thinks," Randy cut in.
"We think," John said, shooting a glare at Randy. "That you should come on the road with us." I practically exploded, but I managed to contain myself.
"Well, I guess I could… Aw shucks, that would be AMAZING!" John laughed at the huge grin I had.
"Great!" Randy said. "Now we get to argue over sleeping arrangements. I am sleeping in a bed, by myself." He got up and sprawled out on one of the beds. "You two can play rock paper scissors over the other one. Good night." John chuckled.
"Night, dad. Don't mind him; he's grumpy when he's sleepy. You can have the other bed tonight, and then I'll take it tomorrow, and we'll alternate like that, ok?"
"Fine by me," I said. "You can have the bed all the time," I offered. "I'll sleep on the couch."
"Don't argue with me, just get in the bed." We looked at each other for a moment, and then Randy started laughing.
"That conversation officially got awkward. Go to bed." John and I laughed for a minute and then I got into the bed, and he hopped on the couch. Maybe this summer wouldn't be as bad as I thought after all.
(3rd Person)
"That first night was weird, too," John said.
"The whole situation was weird," Randy said. "Two wrestlers with a runaway tagging along with them? Do you know how much trouble we got into on those wrestling news sites?"
"Bah," John said, waving a hand. "Everybody gets it at some point. It was worth it."
"Yeah…" They rode in silence for a few minutes.
"Did you really hate her for those first few weeks, or was it just your tough guy act?"
"It was weird having a fan always there. I didn't like it at all."
"I think that's why she tried so hard to get you to like her. She looked up to you, and you just kinda ignored her-"
"John?"
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."
"Aww, is someone feeling guilty?" John asked.
(Jessie)
"So, I went on the road with wrestlers." A huge grin spread across my face. "It was a dream come true. One of the absolute best things that has ever happened to me."
"Really?" Andrew asked flatly.
"You have no idea," I replied in the same tone. "So anyway, I rode with them to the next house show and got introduced to Vince McMahon himself."
We got to the next show, and for about the last hour of the trip, Randy and John debated on whether or not anyone should be informed of me in general.
"People bring kids on tour all the time during the summer!" John said.
"People bring THEIR kids on tour all the time," Randy pointed out.
"Well then we'll tell them she's our kid."
"OUR KID?" John thought for a moment.
"Yeah, you're right. She's too old, people wouldn't buy that."
"OUR kid?" Randy said again. I giggled from the back seat.
"What?" John asked.
"Just for the record," Randy said, trying to contain his temper. "I HAVE A WIFE AND I WOULD NEVER, EVER ADOPT A CHILD WITH YOU!"
"Well OBVIOUSLY," John shot back. "THAT would be gay." I laughed from the back seat. These guys were hilarious and they didn't even realize it.
"What are YOU laughing at?" John asked as he looked back at me through the rear view mirror.
"Oh, nothing," I replied innocently. "So anyway, if I can't be your kid, then how are you gonna explain me?" John made a thinking noise, then scrunched up his eyebrows.
"I guess we'll have to tell Vince about you, at least. If anyone else decides to say something, I'll tell them you're my cousin or something." I shrugged.
"Works for me."
"Sound good, Randy?" RKO turned to John and scoffed.
"Does it LOOK like I give a shit?" he demanded.
"Dude, watch your language, there's little ears in the car," John scolded. Randy rolled his eyes and stared out the window. Ouch, THAT hurt. I may have a weird life, but I can tell when I'm not wanted. I hated that feeling.
The rest of the ride was in silence, and when we reached the arena, I grabbed one of Randy's bags for him and followed them into the building. I figured that if I was just the nicest runaway this side of the Mississippi, Randy would have no choice but to like me as much as John did. We walked through the hallways to the guy's locker room. Boy did I get some funny looks. They didn't really matter much at the time, though, cuz I was completely star struck. Before the accident, well, even after the accident, I guess, I had a fanatical obsession with wrestling that could only be described as a love for the business. And now to be backstage, watching all the different crew members run around getting things ready, and seeing the wrestlers for the first time without a barricade between us made me wanna shout. This goofy grin spread across my face as I drank everything in.
"Woah there, hotshot," John said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up and realized that I had almost walked right into the guy's dressing room. "You're not allowed in here," he said with a grin. Randy took the bag I was carrying, and they went into the room and left me alone.
"Hey, you're not supposed to be back here." I looked up and saw the Big Show lumbering towards me with a frown on his face. Let me tell you, that dude is HUGE.
"I'm uh, here with Randy and John," I stammered. Show laughed.
"I know you're their biggest fan or something, but you can't just sneak back here and expect to see them. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Where are your parents at? I bet they're worried about you."
"Wha… No, you don't understand," I said as I lifted his rather large hand off me. "They actually BROUGHT me here. I'm just waiting for them to get out of the locker room." Show shook his head and laughed.
"You know what? I like you. Here, I'll see if they're in there." He put his hand back on my shoulder and peeked into the locker room. "Is everyone decent?" he called. There were some grunts and yes's, and he pulled me in the room with him.
"WOAH!" I shouted, covering my eyes as I saw Evan Bourne covered in only a towel.
"Got somebody here to see you, John. You too, Randy. Why don't you say hey so we can get her back to her parents."
"How'd she get back here?" a voice I recognized as Edge asked.
"She told everyone they brought her here."
"I didn't bring her," Randy muttered. "I don't really want anything to do with her, Johnny here brought her."
"Yeah, she's my little cousin," John said without missing a beat. "We were gonna go talk to Vince to get her Ok'd to tour with us for a while, I just needed to put my stuff up first. Thanks, Paul."
"You were telling the truth," Show said, sounding a little amused. "Go figure."
"Can I leave now?" I asked. There were guys staring at me with just their boxers on. I was a little more than uncomfortable. Show looked around for the first time.
"Man, I asked if you all were decent!" he grumbled. John laughed and led me out the door. Randy followed, and soon we were on our way to the Chairman's office.
"You did WHAT?" Vince demanded after John explained the situation. "If we brought every unhappy kid we met on tour with us, we'd be out of business," he said, sounding exasperated.
"Aww, this is different and you know it," John retorted. "She's got nowhere to go. I'll take full responsibility for her while she's here. And at the end of the summer, she'll go right back home where she belongs. Ok?" Vince stared at me for a moment and groaned.
"Fine. But if word gets out that you have some random kid on tour with you, it'll be your asses."
"Don't pull ME into this," Randy said. "It's ALL John." John ignored Randy and high fived me.
"Don't you worry, Vince. As far as anyone knows, she's my cousin who's gonna be on tour with us for the summer."
"And it had better STAY that way." Vince looked at me again. "Well, miss, welcome to the WWE."