Chapter 13: Finally Going Home
"Well here is where I leave you," John sighed as the twins approached the security checkpoint.
"No, come to the gate with us, please," Rianna whined. "I don't want to say goodbye yet."
John chuckled and kissed her, "I can't baby, I have to go back. This line will take forever."
Rianna pouted, making puppy eyes at him and pouting her lip, "Please."
"Fine, but I can't stay for long," John shrugged, glancing at his watch.
Behind the two Brittany had dissolved into a fit of tears, her face buried in Randy's jacket. Randy looked at Rianna pleadingly, wanting her to do something. The punk twin grinned evilly and turned her back on him, not even making an effort to pry her sister away from him.
"Thanks, Ria," she heard him grumble as Brittany wailed again. Rianna let out a quiet snicker and moved through the security checkpoint with her carry-on. John followed soon after with Brit and Randy close behind.
"Please relieve me of this wailing woman," Randy groaned over Brittany's cries. "It's not very attractive you know."
Brittany glanced up at him with streaming eyes and stepped away from him, "I'm sorry, I just hate saying goodbye."
Randy grimaced at Brittany's appearance and Rianna snorted, turning her back on her twin to focus on John. He was standing a few paces away staring at a vending machine, his blue eyes distracted. Rianna placed a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality.
"Hey, what's bothering you?" she whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"Nothing, I was just thinking," he forced a smile. "I'm going to miss you."
"Me too," she whispered, moving in front of him.
John uncrossed his arms and pulled her into his chest, kissing her passionately. Rianna sighed against his lips, embracing his touch. She reluctantly pulled away , looking John in the eyes innocently.
"Thanks for everything," she muttered. "It was fun."
"Hey, anything for you," John smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. "C'mon, your flight should be here soon."
Rianna nodded and followed John, taking his hand as they moved down the hall. Randy chased after the two, still trying to free himself from Brittany's death grip. She had stopped crying, to the relief of all of them, but was now trying to get Randy to talk to her.
"Brit, not now," he repeated as they moved into the terminal.
"Randy, I just want to know if you'll stay in touch after we leave," Brittany asked, her eyes hopeful.
He hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to break it to her nicely. He opened his mouth to reply, glancing at Rianna and earning a meaningful glare. He swallowed hard and looked down at Brit.
"I'll try my best, but with my schedule and all I can't promise you anything," he finally said, his eye shifting to see if Rianna approved.
She nodded in approval, flipping open a magazine and cuddling closer to John. Randy smirked and looked back down at Brittany who was stony faced, her arms crossed over her chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked curiously.
She pouted and looked up at him, her blonde hair falling in her face, "I thought you would be more enthusiastic about keeping in touch. I don't want to lose contact Randy, I really like you."
"I know, Brit, but I can't really hold my word if I'm going to be traveling all the time. I'll call when I'm in the area, how's that?" he compromised.
Brittany thought for a second and nodded, "Fine."
"Flight 234 to New York is now boarding starting with Zone One," the attendant called over the loud speaker.
Rianna jumped to her feet, adjusting her shirt. She glanced up at John with a small smile and grabbed her boarding pass and carry on. John smiled back, pecking her on the lips before she began to move away. Brittany followed close behind after waving sadly at Randy. The punk twin handed her pass to the attendant, glancing over her shoulder at John and waved. He signaled for her to call him when she got home and she nodded with a small laugh and moved down the tunnel.
"Do you think we'll ever see them again?" Brittany asked as they found their seats and piled their carry-ons into the over head compartment.
Rianna took a seat next to the window and pulled out her iPod, "Of course we will, Brit. On TV and I know John will at least try to visit."
The months moved slowly after Rianna and Brittany returned to New York. It was strange for them to swing back into their usual routine after such an eventful month. Rianna returned to her job at the café, Zoe thrilled to see her best friend again. The two spent her first days back just talking whenever they had the chance. Brittany, however, decided it was time to part ways with her twin and began looking for her own apartment and applying for jobs.
Although John only called a few times after they had parted, Rianna felt that their relationship was still going strong. She knew Randy was purposefully not calling her sister and wanted to keep it that way, seeing as she hated him and he treated Brittany like crap.
"Ria! Come quick!" Zoe called one dreary afternoon, the lunch rush had just died down and she was sitting by the back door eating her rare bag of chips.
"Come on Zoe, I'm on lunch break," Rianna sighed, crumpling up the bag and tossing it into the trash can outside.
"You're gonna want to see this before Rachel or Maggie gets to the table first," Zoe called, hoping she would hurry up.
Rianna groaned and got to her feet, retying her apron around her waist and straightening her uniform. Zoe grabbed her hand and brought her out, hiding behind the stained glass separating the kitchen from the dinning room. Sitting by the window sat the one man Rianna was not expecting to see for at least another three months. She gaped at him in disbelief, clutching Zoe's arm nervously.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "Please tell me this is not a dream."
"Oh it's not," Zoe grinned. "Go talk to him."
Rianna glanced over her figure nervously as Zoe pushed her out from behind the glass. She made her way slowly over to the table, pulling out her order book with shaking hands.
"Welcome to Phillip's Place, my name is Rianna, can I get you a drink for starters?" she said nervously, hoping her wouldn't lower the menu covering his face.
John Cena looked up from the plastic he had been staring at and grinned at the nervous look on Rianna's face. He placed the menu on the table and looked up at her, seeing she was shaking from head to toe.
"Hey Ria," he smiled, motioning for her to sit down.
"John, how did you--? Why didn't you--?" Rianna stuttered, sliding into the booth beside him.
He cut her off with a kiss and she relaxed, pulling away quickly.
"If my boss caught me I could get fired," she whispered, her eyes closing as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Relax, it's not every day I get to see the beautiful woman I fell in love with," John smirked, kissing her again.
Rianna pulled away yet again, this time less forcefully. She wiped at the tear streaming down her cheek and smiled. "You're so tacky."
"Thank you," he chuckled, resting his hand on her cheek.
"I missed you so much, John. You don't know how much this means to me," she rambled, wiping away another tear.
"Ria, I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left. I had to see you again," John admitted.
"Well, it wasn't easy on my end either, Brittany is moving out next week, she got a job at some fashion place. She's got a new boyfriend that treats her better than Randy will ever and she's out of my hair. I'm a free woman," Rianna grinned.
John chuckled, "You're glowing."
"Rianna, back to work, stop patronizing our customers!" the shrill call of Melissa, her boss, came from the opposite side of the room.
"It's no problem, really," John looked up from Rianna's hazel eyes to the chubby woman moving across the room.
"Now Miller!" she ordered and Rianna jumped to her feet quickly.
"Excuse me, you might not recognize me, but I'm John Cena, from World Wrestling Entertainment. I'm only here for today before I leave and I haven't seen Rianna for almost three months. I would appreciate it if you gave her at least an hour break to catch up with me. I tip well," John smiled and Melissa glared at him.
"One hour, Miller, and no longer," she snapped and waddled away, bumping into Zoe as she moved past.
Rianna sighed and sunk back into the booth beside John, closing her eyes, "You could have just gotten me fired."
"More time to spend with me then," John laughed shortly.
"Do you want anything? I'll get it for you if you want," Rianna offered. "I feel guilty just sitting here."
John chuckled and shrugged, "Just a water and a burger now that I think about it."
"You want fries?" Ria asked, jotting it down on her tablet.
"Why not, I'll split them with you," John shrugged.
"Okay, be right back," Rianna grinned and moved back into the kitchen to place his order. "God I love him so much."
"Oh stop being a hopeless romantic and give him his water," Zoe smiled, holding out the glass filled to the brim with cold water.
Rianna took it and grabbed a straw, "Thanks Zoe."
She returned to John's table and sat back down, waiting for him to say something. He gulped down half the glass and glanced at her as he wiped his mouth.
"Nothing, just thinking," she shrugged.
"About?" John furthered.
Rianna shrugged thoughtfully as Melissa walked past and new her mind was made up, "I'll be right back."
John narrowed his eyes as Rianna strode after Melissa, tapping her on the shoulder. He grinned when he realized what she was doing and watched with pride as his girlfriend stood up to her boss.
"Melissa, I quit."
"I'm tired of the way you run this place, I quit," Rianna repeated, untying her apron and shoving it in Melissa's chest. "Have a nice life, I'm going to live mine."
Zoe gaped at her friend as she turned her back on her now ex boss. She let out a shocked laugh before following after her best friend. She untied her own apron and handed it to Melissa as well. "Sorry toots, but I'm gone too."
John chuckled as the two women moved over to his table, Rianna grinning broadly. He got to his feet and dropped a dollar on the table.
"Thanks for the water, let's get out of here."
"Toodles," Zoe laughed, waving over her shoulder as Rianna and John shared a kiss. All the waiter seemed to have stopped moving, all staring at the three now making their way to the door. The cook, Brian, was the first to break from his shock and whistled, clapping proudly as the three swung open the doors.
Slowly the rest of the staff broke into applause, Rianna waving and blowing kisses over her shoulder, one hand entwined with John's while Zoe cheered and skipped across the street, the applause and cheers of their former co workers driving them on.
"Good riddance!" Melissa yelled over the applause. "And you don't quit, you're fired!"
Rianna laughed at the last words from her former boss and turned her smile on John. He pulled her into a happy hug, kissing her deeply and spinning her around.
"Here's to a new start," he grinned.
"Amen to that," Zoe smiled.
"Let's go get a drink," Rianna laughed and pulled the two down the street into the busy New York crowd.
All right, that's it! It's over. The End. Roll credits we're checkin' the gate. Hope everyone liked it and all that jazz. This story is over and will not have a sequel. Mini Trish and I hate sequels and this story was rather difficult to write, obviously. It took forever to write that last couple chapters but now we are finished. Hope you all enjoyed, and if not, oh well. Thanks for your time anyway.
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