The music was blaring from his house as John pulled into the driveway, already making him worry about how messy inside would be. She wasn't exactly the cleanest person, and he could only pray she had destroyed her room and only her room. When he got out of his car, not bothering to wake up the sleeping passangers, a small smile appeared on his face when he saw Ness run out the front door in her bare feet.

"John!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. "I thought you were never going to make it, you're like, two hours later than you said you would be! Where's your bags, I'll carry them for you," she offered, walking to the car and opening the trunk. "What happend? Layover? Luggage?"

"Waiting for Randy to get out of the shower," John moaned, lifting one of his bags. "He's too high matience for me. I can't see why we're friends."

Ness gave a grin as she threw a bag over her shoulder, taking his rolling luggage in her hand and dragging it inside the house for her brother. "Were there bodies in your car?" she asked jokingly, sitting down at the kitchen table, leaving his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs near the entrance. "Wasn't this supposed to be a vaction for you? We were going to go up to the rockies for a day..."

"Change of plans," he interrupted her. When he saw the hurt look on her face, he instantly reached out to her and threw an arm around her shoulders. "I tried to stop it, really. Ask Lillian when she wakes up. But Lils, Randy and Jeff are going to be staying here for a bit..."

"Jeff?" Ness questioned, looking up at her brother from her spot on his shoulder. "Who's Jeff?" She stood up from her spot and took the elastic band that was around her wrist to throw her brown mane in a messy ponytail on top of her head.

"Hardy. You haven't met him before, he just came back last year..."

"He was employed before?" she took a container of ice cream out of the freezer, waiting for John to continue.

"Yeah...I think you guys will be cool with each other. He's engaged to Candice, remember her? About your height, brown hair..."

"The whore that stole fifty dollars out of my wallet? I could've smacked her right in the fa..."

"John! Where the hell are ya, give me a tour of this fucking place!" Randy's voice interrupted, followed by a thud of his bags crashing to the ground. "You didn't even bring my bags in for me? You're a terrible host, you know that? But hey, where's my room? Upstairs, downstairs..." The sentence hung in the air as he took a look at the woman standing by the counter with the container of ice cream in her hands, his trademark smirk appearing on his lips. "Hey Ness," he greeted her, giving her a wink. She gave a smug smile in return, quickly sutffing another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, "hi Randy." Placing the lid back on the container, Ness carefully put the ice cream back in the freezer. She could feel his eyes on her, scanning her up and down while she looked her worst in track pants and one of John's sweatshirt.

But she couldn't help it when she saw her brother turn around, she instantly looked at Randy and gave him a wink before she took her purse off of the kitchen counter and dug through it, finding her cigerettes. "I'm going to go have a smoke before bed," she informed the men, opening the patio door to let herself out.

The cold air hit her instantly when she stepped outside, slowly closing the door behind her. Fumbling with her pockets to get her lighter, her attention was distracted when she spotted Randy looking at her outside the kitchen window. His grin reappeared on his face as he watched the youngest Cena blow a perfect smoke ring in his direction, focusing on her lips and the nicotine that adorned them. Her tongue licked them attractivley before she brought the cigerette back to her lips and turned her attention else where.

Turning her back to rest against the guard rail and her visual thoughts away from Randy, she broke out into a smile when she saw Lillian approaching her. "Lils!" She yelled, meeting her half way to wrap her arms around her friend, making sure her cigerette was away from her. "It's so good to see you again!"

"You have no idea how much we had to convince John to let us come over," Lillian said with a sigh, taking a seat in one of the plastic chairs and stealing the cigerette away from Ness to take a drag for herself. "Had it not been for Randy, I would've been at my sisters while Dave and whatsherface stayed at the house. Oh man," she blew out smoke, finding instant relaxation coming over her. "These are going to be a fun few days."

Ness couldn't help but smile at her friend, ignoring the fact that she's never seen her smoke before, but she knew this is what she needed: a getaway from the stress in her life. "So, what's been going on in your life, chickie?" Lillian suddenly asked, handing over the smoke.

The brunette shrugged her shoulders, tucking her knees to her chest, "getting my life back on track," she said with a laugh, noticing the serious look on her friends face. "Volunteer work here and there...why are you looking at me like that?"

The singer stood up and grabbed her friends hand, flicking the cigerette away and stubbing it out with the toe of her shoe. Together they rushed inside and down the stairs to the basement where Jeff was, stretched out on the couch with a blanket over top of him and the TV on low. "That's Jeff Hardy," Lillian whispered, "you guys should talk...when he's awake..."

"O...K..." Ness agreed, heading back up the stairs. Lillian followed suit, going up as quietly as she could before they were in the kitchen where the blonde let out a sigh. "I'm serious," she told her friend. "You should talk to him."

Letting out a groan, Ness leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to calm her breathing. "Look," she began, staring at her feet to avoid eye contact, "I know you're only trying to help, but I don't need it. I'm fine." She let out a puff of air before she turned around to go to the entrance area where the stairs were that lead upstairs to the bedrooms.

The stairs creeked underneth her bare feet as she noticed the first door at the end of the hall was closed: John's room. She quietly beamed when she opened the door just a little bit, and saw that he was down and out, much like Jeff was downstairs. The next room over would be hers, but that wasn't where she was heading. In fact, that was the last place she wanted to be. Even though the queen sized bed had clean sheets, and was freshly made, that wasn't her destination point.

While the next door that was beside her room was the bathroom, it was the door after that she needed. The bed room that was dark blue, had a masculine smell and that one personal touch that no other room in the entire house had at the moment.

Him.

Knocking on the door knob, their code for alerting one another on who it is, she allowed herself in, only to see Randy laying on the bed by himself, wearing his boxers and quietly watching the television that was across from him on the wall. "Hi," she whispered, slowly shutting the door behind her.

Without hesitating, Randy stood up from the bed, and backed her up against the door, and quickly crashed his lips against hers.