My Kinda Party

John smiled at Carter. "Yeah, I am. I'm one of the best high flyers in WWE. I warned you I was quick, but your ego got in the way, and that's not my fault."

Nolee stood up, practically seething. "Whatever. I'm gone." she stormed out.

Carter sighed, "She's quick to anger, just like her big brother..."

John sighed. "I did warn her, though, when we were about to fight... I hate when people underestimate me because of my size and the fact that I'm a pretty boy." He said, crossing his arms.

"She probably was just in shock." Carter shrugged.

John sighed. "I hope she's not mad... it was just a match. On TV, wouldn't even be able to wrestle her because I'd look like the jackass you beat up a girl." He pouted.

"Which I think is bull. I've had girls out lift me when I was workin on the farm. Girls are strong too," Carter shrugged, "but I understand the rules."

John nodded. "If I could go against her, I would. But that's how I loose fans, and Nolee doesn't understand that." He sighed.

"She seems bull headed and brash," Carter shrugged.

John nodded. "I love her, but I wish she's lighten up on me and my... party boy life style. I should take to my place in NYC. You'd probably hate it. Top floor overlooking the city, costs millions of dollars and I have fur blankets everywhere..."

"Other than the murder blankets everywhere it seems like it would be an alright place," Carter shrugged, "I just tend not to like big cities."

John nodded. "That's understandable. But when I get out of here, and have to go home for bed rest... you'll come to my place, right?"

Carter nodded and sighed, "I guess I will. Just...I don't like crowds..."

John bit his lip. "It's okay if you don't want to. If it makes you uncomfortable..." He said. Though he was really looking forward to seeing his dog and being in his own bed.

"As long as yer there I can deal with it."

John smiled softly. "I love you. You're so fucking amazing."

"Nah, I'm just me babe," Carter laughed, kissing John's hand.

John chuckled. "I wouldn't want you any other way."

"Really?" Carter smiled, tears in his eyes.

John smiled, nodding. "Of course. I want you... just you." He whispered, looking deep into Carter's eyes.

Carter leaned forward, kissing Johnny sweetly. "I want to be with you forever."

John smiled and kissed back. "Well I wanna be with you forever too. You ain't gettin' rid of me." He said, trying on a sexy southern accent.

"Babe, leave the accent to me," laughed Carter.

John chuckled. "Okay. Leave the sexiness to me then... even if you hot as hell."

Carter laughed, "Done deal kid."

John pouted. "I'm not a kid!... how old are you anyway, cowboy?"