Cabin Fever (9/?, Lita/John, PG-13) *WWE*
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kyiziCabin Fever
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Distribution: Please ask.
Pairings: Lita/John, Lilian/Dave, Dawn/Randy
Spoilers: All Lita storyline is fair game.
Feedback: Please, it makes me smile :)
Notes: I've had the start of this chapter done since I finished the last one, which was AGES ago, but I finally got around to finishing it! I hope you enjoy more weird Cabin induced antics :)
Anyway, so sorry for the delay with this one.
Previous Chapters can be found here: | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight |
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Part Nine
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“I’m never drinking again.”
The mumble coming from his chest caused John to crack open an eye. A choice he instantly regretted when the light seemed to have a direct link to every pain-causing nerve ending in his entire body. He hissed as he moved his neck, realising (after a few further moments of confusion) that he’d fallen asleep in the bathroom with Lita lying on top of him. To say that he’d never dreamed of sleeping with the redhead would be a blatant lie, but this hadn’t exactly been on the list of possible ways he would have liked it to happen.
“God,” he said with a groan. “Next time, we don’t fall asleep on the floor.”
“Clearly you didn’t hear me,” Lita said, whimpering. “I’m never drinking again; there will be no next time.”
“Sure.”
There was a sonic boom from the other room, or rather what sounded like one to John and Lita, closely followed by a chirpy voice exclaiming, “Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!”
They both looked at the door in disbelief as Lilian bounded into the small bathroom with a wide eyed smile. “Ouch, not having a good morning, sweetie?”
Lita groaned, whilst John opened and closed his mouth a few times, clearly unable to form the words his head thought he should say.
“I…”John turned to Lita. “What?”
“So,” Lilian continued, oblivious to John’s dilemma. “I hope you don’t mind, but I cleaned your room this morning. Someone,” she looked pointedly at Lita, “threw up on John’s bed, so I changed the sheets, put on a wash and tidied a bit.”
“Did I miss a day?” John asked, still confused. “What’s the time?”
“It’s noon,” Lilian supplied.
Lita, who had given up trying to move, snuggled deeper into his embrace. “You clearly paid no attention the other morning. This is Lilian’s idea of a hangover. The drunker she is the night before, the perkier she is in the morning.”
“How is that fair?”
“It’s not,” Lita supplied. “We throw up, get headaches, stomach cramps and generally feel like shit and Lilian wakes up at the butt crack of dawn possessed by Mary-frickin’-Poppins.”
John looked at Lilian in askance…or perhaps pain, he wasn’t sure what was the top priority and he had no control over his facial muscles yet. “You had a whole day before noon.”
Lilian grinned. “Who wants food? I made pancakes and a full breakfast.”
Lita turned an alarming shade of green and lunged for the toilet.
“Okay, so…just come through when you’re ready.”
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“Is she always like this?” Randy asked, a hint of fear in his voice.
Dawn glowered at the petite ring announcer who was baking, for crying out loud, and nodded.
“It’s kinda scary,” Dave said warily and they all nodded.
“Are John and Lita still not up yet?” the ring announcer asked with a tut. “Maybe I should go-”
“I think I should go,” Dave said, standing up quickly. “I think you might be a little too…perky for them this morning.”
“That’s his diplomatic way of telling you you’re an overly cheerful sociopath.” Dawn growled and picked up a piece of bacon to gnaw on, hoping that she’d be able to keep it down. Lilian had cooked enough food to feed a small army and, whilst Dave and Randy had both eaten a lot, Dawn never could eat hung over.
Dave left the room quickly, before Lilian could object. She shrugged and began to mix her muffins again.
“So, what are we doing today?” Lilian asked excitedly. “I thought we could go paintballing, like Randy suggested.”
“Oh, God, make her stop,” Lita pleaded, entering the room. John and Dave followed slowly and they joined Randy and Dawn at the table.
Dawn continued to glare at Lilian. “Stop being cheerful, stop being happy and stop being so damned annoying. Please!! You’re like a-a-a frickin’ priest! Stop trying to convert us, we’re content being in crappy moods this morning. Go…find some heathens to brainwash!” Dawn punctuated her outburst by dropping her forehead onto the table and then grunting in pain.
"Oh, I've got heathens aplenty right here." Lilian smiled. “Who wants pancakes?” she asked John and Lita. Lita seemed to think about it for a moment, before nodding slowly. John moved to get up and retrieve the food, but Lilian held up a hand. “No, no, I got it.”
“Lilian,” John said as she dished out the pancakes. “You’re really kind of scary like this.”
She grinned. “I know, isn’t it great?”
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“I don’t understand,” Lita said, turning her head sideways. “It that…”
“I have no idea,” John said, frowning and tilting his head in the same direction. “Who would pay that much money for...some squiggles on a piece of canvas.”
“It’s art, people,” Dawn said, smiling. “Isn’t it cool?”
“What is it?” Lita asked.
“It’s an expressive piece,” the brunette said, rolling her eyes. “It’s about what you see in it. Take from it what you will…”
“My two year old niece coulda done that,” John said and Dawn glared at him.
“I don’t know why you bothered asking to come with us.”
Lita frowned. "I'm confused. No, wait. I... I think maybe you're confused. You told us we were coming. We weren’t given a choice."
“Where are all the naked statues?” Randy asked, coming up behind them and looking around in the faint hope that he might find something recognisable.
"You're like a trained ape... Without the training," Dawn hissed, smiling apologetically at the old couple glaring in their direction. “This is a cultured place and you’re all making a mockery of it!”
“We’re sorry,” Lita said. She knew her friend loved art and often wondered if there was something she was missing, because she could never see what Dawn claimed was right in front of her. Whilst walking aimlessly through the gallery with John had been amusing, she had enjoyed the last museum visit she’d been on with Dawn a lot more. The woman had walked them from piece to piece, explaining the energy and imagery behind each work of art until Lita could almost see something herself. Getting caught up in Dawn’s enthusiasm was an incredible experience.
That said, she was hungover and decidedly not in the mood for art. “Listen,” Lita said softly. “We don’t want to ruin this for you. John and I are going to get some coffee in the café over the road. We’ll just meet you back at the car at four.”
Dawn sighed. “Okay. Randy and I will let Dave and LIlian know in case they want to join you.”
“I was actually thinking I might go with…” Randy trailed off at the look Dawn was giving him. “…you and help find Lilian and Dave.”
“We’ll see you later.” Lita grabbed John’s arm and hightailed it for the entrance. John was chuckling and she grinned at him. “Poor Randy.”
“Poor Randy nothin’,” John said with a grin. “He wants to impress Dawn, he can suck it up.”
“And you don’t want to impress Dawn?” Lita questioned.
He grinned and threw an arm around her shoulder. “Nah, I got a thing for redheads.”
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“So, seriously,” Lilian asked. “Paintballing tomorrow, right? Because I get that you guys all feel like crap today-”
“Do you?” Lita asked, almost threateningly. “Do you really?”
Lilian rolled her eyes. “It’s your own fault. I fail to understand why people who get horrendous hangovers would put themselves through that voluntarily. Just don’t drink. Or don’t drink as much. I don’t drink very often and look at me,” the blonde finished cheerfully.
Lita turned to John. “If I am ever that cheerful, shoot me.”
Dave snorted into his coffee and Lilian glared at him. “So,” the man said, clearing his throat and hoping to distract the irritated ring announcer. “How long are Randy and Dawn likely to be?”
“If Dawn has her way,” Lita said, “chances are a while. She could spend a whole week in an art gallery with no sleep and still not be finished.”
“Like you’re any different when it comes to places that involve animals.”
“Touché, Miss Museum.”
“Fine, fine.”
“So,” John said with a smile. “You’re all very cultured. Dave, we got our work cut out for us.”
Lita rolled her eyes. “Horse farms and animal shelters are hardly cultured places.”
John shrugged. “But you love ‘em.”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Yeah, I do.”
They stared at each other, smiling and enjoying the charged silence until Lilian giggled and Dave cleared his throat, causing them to jerk and look at their coffees instead.
“Paintballing sounds good for tomorrow, Lil,” Lita said, hoping to draw attention away from whatever it was that was happening between her and John Cena – something she was currently trying to remain in denial about and refusing to analyse.
“Yeah, sounds good,” John echoed. “But I was thinkin’ that maybe we should not do the gender split this time.”
“That’s because we wiped the floor with you,” Lilian crowed gleefully.
“So how do we split it then?” Dave asked, frowning. “Because if we get to choose, I’m picking the little one,” he said grinning and inclining his head toward Lilian.”
“That’s because you know I’m awesome.”
“Yes, you’re very talented,” Dave said with a grin and John chuckled.
"I'm sure she has many exciting talents." Lita smacked him on the head at the same time as Lilian kicked him and he yelped, jumping up and smacking his knee on the underside of the table. “That was unnecessary!”
“Yes,” Lita agreed, glaring at him. “Completely unnecessary.”
“I’m guessin’ you ain’t talking about the violence.”
“Wow, what do you know, you can be intelligent.”
John risked a small smile. “Don’t spread it abound. I got a reputation to uphold.”
Lita’s lips twitched and she shook her head, rolling her eyes. John took that as his queue to turn to Lilian with a puppy dog expression and apologise.
“Just remember that Lita and I are not just a couple of guys.”
“I ain’t likely to be thinkin’ that,” John muttered and glanced at Lita. “So, teams?” he said, not letting another awkward silence fall.
“Well, what about you and Lita against me and Dave and we split up Dawn and Randy?” Lilian suggested and her friend grinned.
“I think Dawn would like the chance to nail Randy,” Lita said, groaning when she realised that all of the others had frozen and were just looking at her. “Oh, you know what I meant. Can we get our minds out of the gutter, please?”
“Anything you say, Lita,” John said, grinning.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.”
Lita didn’t say anything, but John thought that, maybe, he might have hit quite close to the mark. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
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“So I get to choose between the short violent one, or the angry, violent readhead?” Randy asked, looking vaguely terrified.
“Dude, it was either that or put ‘em on the same team.”
“Why can’t we do that?” Randy asked. “And I can be on that team.”
“You are such a baby,” Dawn said, rolling her eyes.
“You know what, I’m okay with that idea,” Lita said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at John challengingly.
“That so, Red?”
“It is, indeed, Cena.”
“So, what; me, Dawn and Dave against the three of you?”
“Yes,” Randy said, his eyes hopeful. “That’s perfect.”
Dave shrugged. “It’s okay with me.”
Lilian smiled. “You think you can handle us?”
“I think so.”
“Great,” Dawn said, clasping her hands together. “So I get the two hot guys and Randy gets the two violent fireballs, neither of whom have ever handled a firearm before and one of whom can’t hit a target more than three feet away from her. Great idea, Randy.”
Dave and John started to laugh as realisation set in on Randy’s face; Lita and Lilian might scare the crap out of him, but that was no use if they couldn’t aim their paintball guns.
The Legend Killer groaned and put his face in his hands. “This is just not fair.”
“I wouldn’t discount us just yet,” Lita said smugly and glanced at Lilian, who just continued to stare at their ‘opponents’ with a serene smile on her face that had even Dawn looking rather disconcerted after a few moments.
“What haven’t you told me?” the brunette asked and her friends said nothing. “No, I mean it, what haven’t you told me?”
Lita faked a yawn and stood, stretching. “I think I might turn in. Good night guys.”
“Me too,” Lilian said, standing and exiting the living room (where they had been sitting since polishing off their dinner) with her. They ignored the shouts of their friend, as she demanded answers, and parted way at the bottom of the stairs.
Lita made her way down the hallway towards her room, stepping inside with a smug smile on her face; a smug smile that disappeared the instant that she spotted John’s bag sitting at the foot of the bed next to her. She was sharing a room with John Cena.
She wasn’t as oblivious as he friends seemed to think she was; she knew that John looked at her differently than her other male friends, but more than that, she knew how it made her feel. It confused her more than anything. John Cena wasn’t the kind of guy that was supposed to give her butterflies, he wasn’t the kind of guy she had dreamed of whenever she realised that whatever guy she was dating at the time wasn’t her Prince Charming. He was a loudmouthed, arrogant, teasing, smirking, sometimes goofy guy that made her heart skip the occasional beat and he kept looking at her like she held the answers to the universe. She didn’t want that responsibility and she didn’t want to lose him when it all inevitably came crashing down around them.
Besides, she rationalised, it’s not like I couldn’t be making this all up. He might just be teasing and having fun, he might just be infatuated because he can’t have the person he really wants, he might just…I have to stop thinking about him.
She shook her head and stood away from the door, grabbing her (cleanly laundered – thanks to Lilian) nightwear from the bottom of her bed and headed into the bathroom. She intended to be asleep when John came in, it would alleviate any possible awkwardness and give her the space to pretend that nothing was changing between them. No matter how much a part of her wanted it to.
She changed quickly and brushed her teeth, hurrying into the other room and freezing on the spot when she saw John Cena standing shirtless at the foot of his bed. She stood in place, just staring at his back, watching the muscles move and twitch as he rooted through his bag for something. Whatever thoughts she had been having about him promptly left her head…along with all other coherent thought, as he turned to face her.
“Hey, you done in there?”
She continued to stare, apparently having also lost the ability to construct a coherent sentence.
“Lita?” he asked, concern lacing his words. “You okay?”
“Y-Yes. Fine. Fine. I’m fine.”
“Okay,” John said, a lazy smile touching his face. “If you say so.”
“I do. I say so. Yes. I say so. I’m…”
“Fine?” He asked, hiding a smile.
“Yes. Exactly. Fine.” Moron! She screamed at herself internally, smiling awkwardly as John brushed past her, causing her to jump as his arm grazed hers. She heard him chuckle as the bathroom door closed and she let out a low growl, throwing off her bed sheets and climbing into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and her pillow over her head.
After a few minutes of trying to steady her breathing and get rid the image of him standing in her room shirtless, Lita whimpered in frustration. “I hate him,” she muttered and closed her eyes, completely resolved to ignore him when he came back into the room. “I really hate him.”
“No, Lita,” came a soft reply, his mouth close enough that she could feel his breath on her arm. “I really don’t think you do.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she could almost feel his smile as he gently kissed her elbow. A moment later she heard the click of the light going off and the soft sounds of him getting into bed and settling down.
Just as she thought it might be safe to come out of her cocoon, she heard a gentle, “Good night, Lita,” that almost made her revise everything she had talked herself into believing about how he might feel about her.
Almost.
But then, maybe, that was enough for now.
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tbc…
AN: Okay, so the inspiration for Lilian’s hangover comes from yours truly. I could drink a sailor under the table and then wake up at 9am (I made Lilian a little earlier, since she’s so chirpy in this one) bright eyed and ready to be manically useful! My friends find it very annoying. I’ve only once thrown up due to alcomehol and…well…yeah, I deserved that one. But we don’t talk about that night. EVER. (wait, actually, make that twice. Don’t ask about my work’s leaving night…)
Hope you enjoyed!
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Edited to Add -- Quotes counter: 48/63
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Distribution: Please ask.
Pairings: Lita/John, Lilian/Dave, Dawn/Randy
Spoilers: All Lita storyline is fair game.
Feedback: Please, it makes me smile :)
Notes: I've had the start of this chapter done since I finished the last one, which was AGES ago, but I finally got around to finishing it! I hope you enjoy more weird Cabin induced antics :)
Anyway, so sorry for the delay with this one.
Previous Chapters can be found here: | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight |
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Part Nine
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“I’m never drinking again.”
The mumble coming from his chest caused John to crack open an eye. A choice he instantly regretted when the light seemed to have a direct link to every pain-causing nerve ending in his entire body. He hissed as he moved his neck, realising (after a few further moments of confusion) that he’d fallen asleep in the bathroom with Lita lying on top of him. To say that he’d never dreamed of sleeping with the redhead would be a blatant lie, but this hadn’t exactly been on the list of possible ways he would have liked it to happen.
“God,” he said with a groan. “Next time, we don’t fall asleep on the floor.”
“Clearly you didn’t hear me,” Lita said, whimpering. “I’m never drinking again; there will be no next time.”
“Sure.”
There was a sonic boom from the other room, or rather what sounded like one to John and Lita, closely followed by a chirpy voice exclaiming, “Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!”
They both looked at the door in disbelief as Lilian bounded into the small bathroom with a wide eyed smile. “Ouch, not having a good morning, sweetie?”
Lita groaned, whilst John opened and closed his mouth a few times, clearly unable to form the words his head thought he should say.
“I…”John turned to Lita. “What?”
“So,” Lilian continued, oblivious to John’s dilemma. “I hope you don’t mind, but I cleaned your room this morning. Someone,” she looked pointedly at Lita, “threw up on John’s bed, so I changed the sheets, put on a wash and tidied a bit.”
“Did I miss a day?” John asked, still confused. “What’s the time?”
“It’s noon,” Lilian supplied.
Lita, who had given up trying to move, snuggled deeper into his embrace. “You clearly paid no attention the other morning. This is Lilian’s idea of a hangover. The drunker she is the night before, the perkier she is in the morning.”
“How is that fair?”
“It’s not,” Lita supplied. “We throw up, get headaches, stomach cramps and generally feel like shit and Lilian wakes up at the butt crack of dawn possessed by Mary-frickin’-Poppins.”
John looked at Lilian in askance…or perhaps pain, he wasn’t sure what was the top priority and he had no control over his facial muscles yet. “You had a whole day before noon.”
Lilian grinned. “Who wants food? I made pancakes and a full breakfast.”
Lita turned an alarming shade of green and lunged for the toilet.
“Okay, so…just come through when you’re ready.”
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“Is she always like this?” Randy asked, a hint of fear in his voice.
Dawn glowered at the petite ring announcer who was baking, for crying out loud, and nodded.
“It’s kinda scary,” Dave said warily and they all nodded.
“Are John and Lita still not up yet?” the ring announcer asked with a tut. “Maybe I should go-”
“I think I should go,” Dave said, standing up quickly. “I think you might be a little too…perky for them this morning.”
“That’s his diplomatic way of telling you you’re an overly cheerful sociopath.” Dawn growled and picked up a piece of bacon to gnaw on, hoping that she’d be able to keep it down. Lilian had cooked enough food to feed a small army and, whilst Dave and Randy had both eaten a lot, Dawn never could eat hung over.
Dave left the room quickly, before Lilian could object. She shrugged and began to mix her muffins again.
“So, what are we doing today?” Lilian asked excitedly. “I thought we could go paintballing, like Randy suggested.”
“Oh, God, make her stop,” Lita pleaded, entering the room. John and Dave followed slowly and they joined Randy and Dawn at the table.
Dawn continued to glare at Lilian. “Stop being cheerful, stop being happy and stop being so damned annoying. Please!! You’re like a-a-a frickin’ priest! Stop trying to convert us, we’re content being in crappy moods this morning. Go…find some heathens to brainwash!” Dawn punctuated her outburst by dropping her forehead onto the table and then grunting in pain.
"Oh, I've got heathens aplenty right here." Lilian smiled. “Who wants pancakes?” she asked John and Lita. Lita seemed to think about it for a moment, before nodding slowly. John moved to get up and retrieve the food, but Lilian held up a hand. “No, no, I got it.”
“Lilian,” John said as she dished out the pancakes. “You’re really kind of scary like this.”
She grinned. “I know, isn’t it great?”
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“I don’t understand,” Lita said, turning her head sideways. “It that…”
“I have no idea,” John said, frowning and tilting his head in the same direction. “Who would pay that much money for...some squiggles on a piece of canvas.”
“It’s art, people,” Dawn said, smiling. “Isn’t it cool?”
“What is it?” Lita asked.
“It’s an expressive piece,” the brunette said, rolling her eyes. “It’s about what you see in it. Take from it what you will…”
“My two year old niece coulda done that,” John said and Dawn glared at him.
“I don’t know why you bothered asking to come with us.”
Lita frowned. "I'm confused. No, wait. I... I think maybe you're confused. You told us we were coming. We weren’t given a choice."
“Where are all the naked statues?” Randy asked, coming up behind them and looking around in the faint hope that he might find something recognisable.
"You're like a trained ape... Without the training," Dawn hissed, smiling apologetically at the old couple glaring in their direction. “This is a cultured place and you’re all making a mockery of it!”
“We’re sorry,” Lita said. She knew her friend loved art and often wondered if there was something she was missing, because she could never see what Dawn claimed was right in front of her. Whilst walking aimlessly through the gallery with John had been amusing, she had enjoyed the last museum visit she’d been on with Dawn a lot more. The woman had walked them from piece to piece, explaining the energy and imagery behind each work of art until Lita could almost see something herself. Getting caught up in Dawn’s enthusiasm was an incredible experience.
That said, she was hungover and decidedly not in the mood for art. “Listen,” Lita said softly. “We don’t want to ruin this for you. John and I are going to get some coffee in the café over the road. We’ll just meet you back at the car at four.”
Dawn sighed. “Okay. Randy and I will let Dave and LIlian know in case they want to join you.”
“I was actually thinking I might go with…” Randy trailed off at the look Dawn was giving him. “…you and help find Lilian and Dave.”
“We’ll see you later.” Lita grabbed John’s arm and hightailed it for the entrance. John was chuckling and she grinned at him. “Poor Randy.”
“Poor Randy nothin’,” John said with a grin. “He wants to impress Dawn, he can suck it up.”
“And you don’t want to impress Dawn?” Lita questioned.
He grinned and threw an arm around her shoulder. “Nah, I got a thing for redheads.”
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“So, seriously,” Lilian asked. “Paintballing tomorrow, right? Because I get that you guys all feel like crap today-”
“Do you?” Lita asked, almost threateningly. “Do you really?”
Lilian rolled her eyes. “It’s your own fault. I fail to understand why people who get horrendous hangovers would put themselves through that voluntarily. Just don’t drink. Or don’t drink as much. I don’t drink very often and look at me,” the blonde finished cheerfully.
Lita turned to John. “If I am ever that cheerful, shoot me.”
Dave snorted into his coffee and Lilian glared at him. “So,” the man said, clearing his throat and hoping to distract the irritated ring announcer. “How long are Randy and Dawn likely to be?”
“If Dawn has her way,” Lita said, “chances are a while. She could spend a whole week in an art gallery with no sleep and still not be finished.”
“Like you’re any different when it comes to places that involve animals.”
“Touché, Miss Museum.”
“Fine, fine.”
“So,” John said with a smile. “You’re all very cultured. Dave, we got our work cut out for us.”
Lita rolled her eyes. “Horse farms and animal shelters are hardly cultured places.”
John shrugged. “But you love ‘em.”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Yeah, I do.”
They stared at each other, smiling and enjoying the charged silence until Lilian giggled and Dave cleared his throat, causing them to jerk and look at their coffees instead.
“Paintballing sounds good for tomorrow, Lil,” Lita said, hoping to draw attention away from whatever it was that was happening between her and John Cena – something she was currently trying to remain in denial about and refusing to analyse.
“Yeah, sounds good,” John echoed. “But I was thinkin’ that maybe we should not do the gender split this time.”
“That’s because we wiped the floor with you,” Lilian crowed gleefully.
“So how do we split it then?” Dave asked, frowning. “Because if we get to choose, I’m picking the little one,” he said grinning and inclining his head toward Lilian.”
“That’s because you know I’m awesome.”
“Yes, you’re very talented,” Dave said with a grin and John chuckled.
"I'm sure she has many exciting talents." Lita smacked him on the head at the same time as Lilian kicked him and he yelped, jumping up and smacking his knee on the underside of the table. “That was unnecessary!”
“Yes,” Lita agreed, glaring at him. “Completely unnecessary.”
“I’m guessin’ you ain’t talking about the violence.”
“Wow, what do you know, you can be intelligent.”
John risked a small smile. “Don’t spread it abound. I got a reputation to uphold.”
Lita’s lips twitched and she shook her head, rolling her eyes. John took that as his queue to turn to Lilian with a puppy dog expression and apologise.
“Just remember that Lita and I are not just a couple of guys.”
“I ain’t likely to be thinkin’ that,” John muttered and glanced at Lita. “So, teams?” he said, not letting another awkward silence fall.
“Well, what about you and Lita against me and Dave and we split up Dawn and Randy?” Lilian suggested and her friend grinned.
“I think Dawn would like the chance to nail Randy,” Lita said, groaning when she realised that all of the others had frozen and were just looking at her. “Oh, you know what I meant. Can we get our minds out of the gutter, please?”
“Anything you say, Lita,” John said, grinning.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.”
Lita didn’t say anything, but John thought that, maybe, he might have hit quite close to the mark. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
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“So I get to choose between the short violent one, or the angry, violent readhead?” Randy asked, looking vaguely terrified.
“Dude, it was either that or put ‘em on the same team.”
“Why can’t we do that?” Randy asked. “And I can be on that team.”
“You are such a baby,” Dawn said, rolling her eyes.
“You know what, I’m okay with that idea,” Lita said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at John challengingly.
“That so, Red?”
“It is, indeed, Cena.”
“So, what; me, Dawn and Dave against the three of you?”
“Yes,” Randy said, his eyes hopeful. “That’s perfect.”
Dave shrugged. “It’s okay with me.”
Lilian smiled. “You think you can handle us?”
“I think so.”
“Great,” Dawn said, clasping her hands together. “So I get the two hot guys and Randy gets the two violent fireballs, neither of whom have ever handled a firearm before and one of whom can’t hit a target more than three feet away from her. Great idea, Randy.”
Dave and John started to laugh as realisation set in on Randy’s face; Lita and Lilian might scare the crap out of him, but that was no use if they couldn’t aim their paintball guns.
The Legend Killer groaned and put his face in his hands. “This is just not fair.”
“I wouldn’t discount us just yet,” Lita said smugly and glanced at Lilian, who just continued to stare at their ‘opponents’ with a serene smile on her face that had even Dawn looking rather disconcerted after a few moments.
“What haven’t you told me?” the brunette asked and her friends said nothing. “No, I mean it, what haven’t you told me?”
Lita faked a yawn and stood, stretching. “I think I might turn in. Good night guys.”
“Me too,” Lilian said, standing and exiting the living room (where they had been sitting since polishing off their dinner) with her. They ignored the shouts of their friend, as she demanded answers, and parted way at the bottom of the stairs.
Lita made her way down the hallway towards her room, stepping inside with a smug smile on her face; a smug smile that disappeared the instant that she spotted John’s bag sitting at the foot of the bed next to her. She was sharing a room with John Cena.
She wasn’t as oblivious as he friends seemed to think she was; she knew that John looked at her differently than her other male friends, but more than that, she knew how it made her feel. It confused her more than anything. John Cena wasn’t the kind of guy that was supposed to give her butterflies, he wasn’t the kind of guy she had dreamed of whenever she realised that whatever guy she was dating at the time wasn’t her Prince Charming. He was a loudmouthed, arrogant, teasing, smirking, sometimes goofy guy that made her heart skip the occasional beat and he kept looking at her like she held the answers to the universe. She didn’t want that responsibility and she didn’t want to lose him when it all inevitably came crashing down around them.
Besides, she rationalised, it’s not like I couldn’t be making this all up. He might just be teasing and having fun, he might just be infatuated because he can’t have the person he really wants, he might just…I have to stop thinking about him.
She shook her head and stood away from the door, grabbing her (cleanly laundered – thanks to Lilian) nightwear from the bottom of her bed and headed into the bathroom. She intended to be asleep when John came in, it would alleviate any possible awkwardness and give her the space to pretend that nothing was changing between them. No matter how much a part of her wanted it to.
She changed quickly and brushed her teeth, hurrying into the other room and freezing on the spot when she saw John Cena standing shirtless at the foot of his bed. She stood in place, just staring at his back, watching the muscles move and twitch as he rooted through his bag for something. Whatever thoughts she had been having about him promptly left her head…along with all other coherent thought, as he turned to face her.
“Hey, you done in there?”
She continued to stare, apparently having also lost the ability to construct a coherent sentence.
“Lita?” he asked, concern lacing his words. “You okay?”
“Y-Yes. Fine. Fine. I’m fine.”
“Okay,” John said, a lazy smile touching his face. “If you say so.”
“I do. I say so. Yes. I say so. I’m…”
“Fine?” He asked, hiding a smile.
“Yes. Exactly. Fine.” Moron! She screamed at herself internally, smiling awkwardly as John brushed past her, causing her to jump as his arm grazed hers. She heard him chuckle as the bathroom door closed and she let out a low growl, throwing off her bed sheets and climbing into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and her pillow over her head.
After a few minutes of trying to steady her breathing and get rid the image of him standing in her room shirtless, Lita whimpered in frustration. “I hate him,” she muttered and closed her eyes, completely resolved to ignore him when he came back into the room. “I really hate him.”
“No, Lita,” came a soft reply, his mouth close enough that she could feel his breath on her arm. “I really don’t think you do.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she could almost feel his smile as he gently kissed her elbow. A moment later she heard the click of the light going off and the soft sounds of him getting into bed and settling down.
Just as she thought it might be safe to come out of her cocoon, she heard a gentle, “Good night, Lita,” that almost made her revise everything she had talked herself into believing about how he might feel about her.
Almost.
But then, maybe, that was enough for now.
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tbc…
AN: Okay, so the inspiration for Lilian’s hangover comes from yours truly. I could drink a sailor under the table and then wake up at 9am (I made Lilian a little earlier, since she’s so chirpy in this one) bright eyed and ready to be manically useful! My friends find it very annoying. I’ve only once thrown up due to alcomehol and…well…yeah, I deserved that one. But we don’t talk about that night. EVER. (wait, actually, make that twice. Don’t ask about my work’s leaving night…)
Hope you enjoyed!
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Date: 2008-01-13 10:45 pm (UTC)I also had to edit and add the quotes counter (am up to 48/63 now, woohoo!).
Oh, also, I've been reading your fics and hopefully you'll have a feedback email at some point this week. Have I mentioned how much I'm loving Lies? ;p
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Date: 2008-01-14 01:47 am (UTC)Great chap, I love this fic!
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Date: 2008-03-16 10:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment and sorry the reply came so late!
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