Chapter Eight: Carnival Anyone?

A/N: Okay, so finally I've gotten to the part where they're friends. Wanna know more? Read on and please review!

Quote of the moment: "Holy crap, you crapped a masterpiece!" – Shawn Michaels

I was laughing so hard that I started to tear up. As I lounged on the bed of my hotel room, I watched the comedian and ventriloquist Jeff Dunham perform on Comedy Central. Some of the stuff he (or should I say puppets) said I swore had to be illegal to say on TV!

There was a knock at my door. A manly imitation of a girl's voice was heard. "Room service!"

I rolled my eyes and giggled. It sounded like Randy. I climbed down from the bed and headed to the door.

"Nice try queer bait!" I called to him in a joking manner. I opened it up and didn't see Randy; but John. I blushed out of embarrassment.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Uh-uh. I don't swing that way."

I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I thought you were my brother. He does that to me all the time. But anyways, what'd you need?"

"Well first, what are you doin' tonight?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing, really. Just being lazy for the rest of the night. Why?"

"There's a carnival downtown. It looks pretty cool. Wanna go?" John offered.

"Ummm, okay let me throw a pair of clothes on and we'll head out." I said thinking for a moment.

"Gotchya. I'll wait out here." Cena said.

As I closed the door, I thought to myself 'Craaaaaap! What am I suppose to pick out for this?' A dress would be too much, but like I would wear one anyways. Hm, a skirt? No, bad, VERY bad idea! Well, I had to get this over with, so I decided quickly.

After a while, he knocked at my door. "Are you ready yet?"

"Just a sec'!" I called to him from the other side.

When I was finished, I swung my purse over my shoulder and opened the door.

I saw his eyes shine with amazement and a tiny smile cross his lips. "Wow..."

I smirked. "What do you think you're lookin' at Cena?"

He smiled in a silly way and held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I'm a guy and I'm seeing a pretty girl; do the math."

I laughed as I shut the door and left with him. "Boy, you are something else."

John and I arrived soon at the fair grounds. Voluntarily, he bought both of our riding bands. Usually someone would buy tickets, but we decided to go for the matanai. You can ride as many rides as you want until midnight. It was going to be kick ass!

"I wonder if anyone we know is here..." I said to him.

"Do my eyes deceive me?" said a voice behind us. We turned around and saw my brother and Mickie. "You two are ACTUALLY getting along and not burning the place down!?"

I bagged my brother in the chest only in a joking manner. "Shut it asshole! Haha."

"I see you haven't dyed your hair back Val." Mickie giggled.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I think I kind of like it. And I've been too lazy to do anything."

"You look like The Hurricane with it." Randy snickered.

"What's wrong with that yo?" I said mimicking Shane Helms' voice. Then I said. "So anyways, what're you guys doing here?"

"Same thing as you, just to have some fun." Randy said.

"Yeah but now we're going to ride some rides, so we'll catch up with you later in the night." John finished up.

My brother gave a wave to each of us. "Alright man, see ya."

As we split off, I heard Mickie say "Randy, I'm going to SO beat your ass in ring toss!"

He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah."

"So which one do you want to go on first?" I asked him.

"Spinny and wild rides first then slow?" John planned.

I nodded. "Deal."

The first one we got one was called 'The Zipper'. It was fast and pretty rad. You get locked in this cage-like seat and it shakes you all around. You go up, down, backwards, forwards, and just every which-way it can. The next one was 'The Phantom's Fury'. It looks like a viking's boat and it swings like a pendulum. Up and down it goes, when it gets high, you get slightly lifted out of your seat! But the seat belt keeps you down. I thought it was awesome and so did John. The best was being in the very back.

Of all the fast, furious, scary, and all around bad-ass rides, I would not, and I repeat WOULD NOT go on a roller coaster. Thought that wasn't so true for very long, Cena basically dragged me on. He promised it'll be okay, but I still didn't budge. He finally got me in and strapped me down.

John took a hold of my hand as we sat there waiting for it to begin. "Hey, don't worry about this. If you get scared, just squeeze my hand alright?"

I nodded as I bit my lower lip hard. I felt a slight movement in the tracks, as we crept slowly up the bump, we got higher and higher and higher. Even more than all of the ones I already had gone on. This was definitely not good. As all of us reached the top, I looked down and the park looked like ants!! Holy mother of God...

The very tip finally clicked and it rushed down, causing us to fly in every direction. I screamed at the top of my lungs and closed my eyes as well as squeezing the life out of John's hand. I just heard him laugh and laugh and laugh. How could he be enjoying this? Ah. Men. Who knows?

I was freaking out like there was no tomorrow. I swore to myself that this was probably the way I was going to die. I just kept my eyes shut. And then finally, it was over.

My seat belt came off and so did the one on my chest securing me. I peacked open and saw everyone getting out. By my arms, I was lifted out and onto the ground.

"See, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" John asked.

Suddenly, there was a painful force in my stomach making it's way up to my mouth. I rushed to the nearest garbage can.

"Ugh, never ever, EVER take me on another roller coaster ever." I told John. "Please don't."

"Sorry, I thought you'd enjoy it. I didn't know you'd actually up chuck." he apologized. He offered me a piece of pizza, but I just put up a hand and groan in response of 'no'.

"I don't think I'll be eating a while; but thanks." I said gratefully.

"Come on, carnival pizza and a lemonade will make it better. I know this for sure." John insisted.

Now that I didn't believe; but at this point, I was willing to do anything to get rid of this sickness. I took a bite of his pizza; hey it wasn't half bad. I started to eat more of it.

"Let's get you a drink and you'll be all set to go." he said.

We walked over to the good stands and waited in line.

"How do you know this'll work anyways?" I asked him.

"When Hennigan, your brother and I came to a similar place like this and we rode a few rides ourselves and Randy got totally sick. So Johnny told him to eat some of the pizza and drink lemonade. In about a half an hour, he felt a lot better." John explained.

"Wow, it must run in the family then eh?" I chuckled as I took another bite off the pizza.

"It'd seem that way." John joked around.

I play-punched him in the arm. "Hey, you're not suppose to agree with me! You're suppose to say 'Oh no you're not.'"

"I know, I know; I was only kidding but alright. Oh no you're not. You're much prettier than he is." John obeyed goofily.

"Thank you." I said satisfied.

We were now up front in line. He ordered me a medium-sized cup. After he paid for it, John handed it to me. "Here you go."

"Gracias." I said.

He ruffled up my hair as I took a sip. "You're a dork. But hey, do yo wanna ride the Ferris Wheel? I heard the fireworks are going to be shootin' off soon. It'll be a perfect view."

I shrugged. "Sure."

There were firewrokds and they were indeed very beautiful. During the time when they were on, the guy that was controlling the Ferris Wheel let us stay up where we were to watch them.

"It's really cool to have a break like this you kow. Being able to stop work for a little bit just to enjoy things like today." I said peacefully.

John agreed with me. "Yeah, totally. And Valerie, I just wanted to say that I'm really glad we became friends."

I smiled as I looked at him. "Me too, and I'm sorry for everything that happened between us."

"Same here. But one thing good came out of it." he said. John picked up one of my strands of hair and dangled it in front of me. "We found out your new favorite color!"

"Yeah, haha. True." I said.

I looked at my feet out of awkwardness. It felt so... weird in a way. It seems like it was only yesterday that we were bickering at each other. Now were have such a great time together.

I heard John speak up again. "Hey."

I lifted up my head and paid my attention to him. The next thing I knew was that his hand moved the hair out my face and his lips connected with mine.

A/N: If you don't know who John Hennigan is, he's John Morrison aka Johnny Nitro. The three of them; John Cena, Hennigan, and Randy Orton are all real life best friends. Please review and tell me what you think.