Truly Madly Deeply
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Author's Note: This is going to be placed a month after the previous chapter. I couldn't think of anything else for that particular chapter.. Anyhow, I'm going to be using the pink hair dilemma for future arguments and such.. I got this idea from a story I read a little while back, I figured it'd be interesting to see what would happen if I do this in this particular story.
Chapter Eleven; A Hangover
Blue eyes slowly adjusted to the bright, sunray lighted room. The WWE superstar attempted to sit up, however the heavy effects of a hangover caused the dark haired man to let out a groan as he pulled the covers over his shoulder and shifted onto his side. Despite the fact that he felt like shit a smirk came across his face, beside him laid the redheaded diva that he had been dating for some time now. He was well aware of his current state of nudity, his smirk grew wider as he ran a hand down her bare arm. The redhead shifting closer to him unconsciously. Her arm draped over his neck, her hand placed on the back of his neck before she started massaging his neck with her hand.
"Even in ya sleep ya can't keep ya hands off me." John commented.
Hazel eyes snapped open, the redhead returning the smirk, however she also rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. The redhead starting to sit up before she laid back down, John chucking as he realized she must be feeling the same effects of a hangover, just as he had sooner. John's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
"Ya wanna know somethin' odd? I don't remember our first time togetha.. An' I'm guessin' ya don't either.." John started, blue eyes sparking mischievously.
"What are you getting at, John Cena?" Amy asked as she cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm jus' sayin' that we should prolly re-enact last night.. Jus' so I know what it feels like to be with the woman I love." John retorted with a grin as his hand drew circles on her lower back.
"Oh you do, do you? Well.. I don't know about you, but I don't think I'm up for sex with this hangover." Amy stated with a serious look.
John pouted slightly, "No sex? But baby.. Imma gonna be thinkin' 'bout ya all day. I won't be able to focus without somethin'."
An eyebrow was raised at that, "Something being sex, am I right?"
"'Course" John replied sheepishly.
"Hmm, let me think…" Amy mumbled before she closed her eyes.
John stared at her for a good five seconds before a smirk came across his face as he came up with a little plan to get exactly what he wanted, the West Newbury Native forcing the redhead onto her back. Without a second thought, the redhead grabbed the back of John's neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. John quickly adjusting himself over her as the kiss deepened.
However, before they could get any further the sound of someone clearing their throat caused the two to stop and freeze in their place. Amy glaring up at John as the dark haired man looked down at her, neither bothering to see who had so rudely interrupted them.
"You may want to make sure your guests aren't still here before having sex.."
John and Amy both looked to the other bed in the room, and sure enough there sat Paul Lévesque, who didn't look too pleased as he had his arms crossed over the his black "Evolution" t-shirt. Blue eyes narrowed at the man, John rolling off Amy before he sat up, allowing the diva to pull the sheets to her bare body.
"Excuse us for livin'." John mumbled.
Paul snorted, "Excuse me for not wanting to see you screw my best friends' sister."
John blinked, did he just say what he think he said?
"What are ya talkin' 'bout?" John questioned.
"She didn't tell you that she has brothers?" Paul inquired with a smirk.
"'Course she did, jus' not who.." John replied as he stared at Amy.
"What? I was about to tell you.. But then you started to kiss my neck and we never really got back to that subject." Amy stated as she glared back at John.
"Yea' I did." John nodding his head as he placed a hand on her thigh through the thin sheets.
Paul coughed, "None of that shit.. Not in front of the children."
John stared at Paul, who moved out of th way to reveal a confused Randy Orton laying there looking up at the ceiling.
"Where am I?" Randy asked.
"Why were ya sharin' a bed with a guy?"
"Well, I was in fact drunk.." Paul reminded him as he rolled his eyes.
"I hope y'all didn't do anythin'." John chuckled.
"Shut up Cena!" Randy snapped as he sat up. "Why are you two naked?"
Amy's grip on the sheet tightened as John's hand left her thigh, "None of ya business."
"Oh my god! John you got laid last night!" Randy exclaimed.
"Ya act as like it's a big deal.." John mumbled.
"It is! You got to fuck Amy! Way to go!" Randy replied with a smirk as he gave John the thumbs up.
Amy's jaw dropped as John shook his head, "Fuck off Orton."
"You two look like you already did--" Randy commented.
"Shut up, please.. Don't finish that sentence." Amy begged.
"Ames, go change into somethin'.. I've gotta talk to Orton 'bout what he can an' cannot say." John stated as he glared at Randy.
Randy blinked as Amy got out of the bed, gripping the sheet to her body as she did so. The redhead grabbing her bag before she entered the bathroom. John ordering Paul and Randy to look away as he grabbed his boxers off the floor and then slid them on.
"So what'd you want to talk about again?" Randy asked as he slid down the bed to sit on the edge.
"Exactly what I said.. Ya can't go 'round sayin' that shit. 'Specially in front of my gurl." John started.
"Oh god, is this going to be a long speech?" Randy complained. "I have a headache.."
"An' ya think I don't?" John retorted as he cocked an eyebrow at the younger man. "Jus' 'cos I was 'bout to have sex that doesn't mean that I don't have a headache.."
Randy smirked, "You were about to have sex?"
"Until we noticed that the 'cerebral assassin' ova there was watchin' us." John replied honestly, blue eyes narrowing at Paul again.
"You seen them and didn't wake me up?" Randy exclaimed, looking hurt as he glared at Paul.
Paul raised an eyebrow at that, "You wanted to see that shit? I have to admit.. Seeing how fast he was on top of her made me think he hasn't been laid in a while."
Randy started cracking up as John snatched the phone book off the nightstand, throwing it at the back of Paul's head. Paul held his hand to the back of his head where the said phone book had hit, mumbling something about John being evil.
"Ya want some?" John snapped as he noticed Randy was still laughing.
Randy rolled his eyes as he got off the bed, "Bring it, let's see what you got!"
"Okay," John replied, shocking Randy, who hadn't expected him to accept.
Randy screamed like a little girl as John came toward him, Randy running away from John when he got close. Paul sat on the bed, watching Randy run around the small table and then eventually jumping on the bed. John pulled Randy's ankle, causing the younger man to fall on his back. Just as John raised a hand to smack Randy the taller man pointed out something that neither John or Paul had noticed..
"Why do you have a ring?" Randy asked as John's hand was about to come in contact with his face.
John stared at Randy and then at his hand, "I don't know, why does it matta? It's jus' a ring that I prolly got last night when we went out. One of those cheep arcade rings or somethin'."
Randy let out a sigh of relief as John brought his hand in front of his own face, glaring at the ring before he yanked it off his finger. Paul quickly getting off the bed to get a look at the ring as well.
"John, that's not a cheap arcade ring..." Paul started, the bathroom door opening just as Paul continued. "It's a wedding ring."
"What?" Randy, John and Amy all questioned in unison.
"It's a wedding ring." Paul repeated as he rolled his eyes.
"How do you know that?" John asked as he snatched the ring back.
"Who'd you get married to?" Randy inquired.
"Britney Spears." John replied sarcastically.
"Really?" Randy beamed.
John smacked Randy up side the head, "Man, how would I know who I got married to? It doesn't say on the ring who I got married to, dumbass."
Paul glared at Amy, "Do you have a ring?"
John and Randy watched the diva bring her left hand, "Does it look like I do?"
John cleared his throat, "Babe, ya do.."
The redhead glared at her hand, not exactly expecting to have a ring on. Paul looked genuinely worried, John and Amy looking shocked while Randy look dumbfounded.
"Oh my god!" Randy exclaimed, grabbing everyone's attention. "YOU TWO GOT MARRIED!"
Paul shook his head while John smacked Randy upside the head again, "Ya jus' got that part? Man you're slow.."
"Ow, why do you keep hitting me?" Randy asked as he rubbed the back of his head. "Amy! Tell John to stop!"
"John, stop it.." Amy ordered, John giving her a skeptical look.
"Yes, we don't need Randy to lose any more brain cells..."
"Yeah!" Randy stated in agreement. "Wait.. Amy, you're supposed to make me feel better!"
"Since when?" Amy questioned.
"Since always! John makes fun of me and then you make me feel better." Randy replied with a serious look.
"My god.. He seriously has problems.." John mumbled.
Amy smacked John's arm, "John... Fine Randy, I'm sorry John is a retard that can't keep his pants on.. Feel better?"
"Yes, I do!" Randy responded cheerfully.
"So, Amy.. How do you plan on telling your brothers what happened?" Paul asked.
To Be Continued...