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Strange Love Ch 1Strange Love Ch 1 by ~MissnDtown
The sweet May breeze rushing around the arena ushered the powerful scent of blossoming flowers into the Staples Center. The busy city embraced the coming summer with excitement and awe, and hosted that week's Monday Night Raw. John Cena adjusted his orange trucker cap to shield his blue eyes from the brisk midday sun, shifting in his Nikes. Uneasily, he obliged a few fans for photos and scooped his gym bag up off the toasty warm, new poured concrete at the entrance to the building. With a slow pace to conserve energy, he hauled his belongings back to the locker room and silently dressed for competition later that night. As he finished dressing himself, gentle knocks on the door caught his ear.
"Cena?" Cody Runnels called through the maple, sounding hurried about something.
"Yeah?" John replied, a little surprised since cody had little to no interaction with him backstage and socially. He waited for the response as he made a mental note he needed to shave, eyeing his G
FantasyFantasy by ~MissnDtown
Slightly intoxicated and wanting to escape the crowd for a moment, 21 year old Lacey Stewart wandered out of the light's reach, carrying her Bud Light bottle. She straightened the ties of her red bikini top and began to poke around. What she failed to notice is she had found her way to where the golf carts sat, parked and empty, next to the large tour bus. Lacey rubbed her alcohol-blurred eyes and pressed one hand palm down on the metallic exterior of the bus' side, using it as a guide in the dark. She heard hushed voices and the sound of what seemed to her a confrontaion. Lacy silently blew a strand of her choppy, layered cute brown hair from her eyes and peeked around the corner. Something curious was happening and she, unfortunately, witnessed everything.
Lacey wrinkled her nose in the damp August darkness as the peculiar coppery scent of blood eased its way to her lazily. It was well dark and soon, festivities would simmer down and only the night owls