1Title: House of Dreams 1/?

Author: Music and Mistress

Category: WWE

Rating: T for teen...cuz I like to swear hehehe

Summary: A new job like no other, a handful for them both, but are they up to the challenge to house WWE Superstars? Are the superstars up to handling them?

Disclaimer: the OC's belong to me and jess… wrestlers belong to the WWE or themselves,

Spoilers: ummm I'm guessing not

Feedback: Please, let us know what u think…

Author's Note: Jess dreamed, I built on it and voila. We both rocked it, it's silly fun and basically all from Jess' warped mind.. although I do admit, I helped a little… :D This is my first co-author one.. man it's different but fun… we had a blast didn't we baybees?

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"Stop it."

"Make me."

"Don't push it; you know I will."

"Whatever."

"Will you just finish this?"

"I am. Quit bugging me."

"No you're not. You're sitting there with your damn phone texting someone. "

"No, I'm working. Chill out."

Serenity whirled around, her brown eyes blazing, "They're gonna be here any minute. The food isn't ready. Half of it is burned, and this Has. To. Be. Perfect." She paused taking in a deep breath. "We're being paid a crap load of money for this and we were given this awesome house. We can't afford to screw this up."

Rayne smiled mischievously, her violet-blue eyes lit up with laughter. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: Chill Ser."

Serenity looked ready to lose it and just as she opened her mouth to give her friend a piece of her mind, the doorbell rang and she paled.

"Oh my god, they're here."

Rayne stood up and pulled her friends apron off, smoothing down her friends frazzled hair in an attempt to calm down her equally frazzled nerves.

"Ser, sweetie, go answer the door."

"I can't. What are we going to do?"

"I got it covered."

Serenity snorted. "You're the one who burned half the food in the first place."

"And I'll fix it. Now go."

With a sigh, Serenity left the kitchen.

"Smile, will ya?" she yelled at her.

"Go to hell." Serenity called back.

Rayne waited only she was out of hearing distance and went to the backdoor, opening it as the delivery man walked up.

"How much?"

He gave her the price and her eyes bugged out but figuring with Vince McMahon's hefty paycheck, she could afford it now, forked over the money and took the large bags of food he had.

With a smile, she pulled out the plates to arrange the food. But damn, Serenity would flip for this.

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"I think I would much prefer a hotel." Paul London grumbled as Chris Benoit rang the doorbell.

"With the amount Cena eats on his trips to Stamford, McMahon needs to save money somehow."

"Home cooked food." Cena moaned, smacking Kennedy on the back of the head.

"Cena, you're happy with any food." Kennedy snorted.

The WWE champion shrugged. Well, it was the truth.

"Come on." Chris mumbled, pushing the bell again.

The door opened and all 4 men took a slight step back. In front of them, stood a

woman in her young 20's. Her hair hung loose, down to her lower back, black and sparkling with gold, brown and red highlights. She stood at 5'8", her legs long, her figure athletic and curvy. It wasn't hard to tell she worked out and looked after herself.

"H-hi," She squeaked. She cleared her throat to try again. "Hi, I'm Serenity. Why don't you all come in?"

They each shook her hand as they walked by, John the last to walk in, sweeping low over her hand and laying a kiss on the back of it.

"No need to be all formal, Serenity."

She blushed, making her appear all the more beautiful. She dropped her gaze as a small smile graced her features.

"I'm sorry; I didn't get your name."

John lifted an eyebrow. "You don't know who we are?"

"WWE wrestlers I hope, unless I just let four strange men into my home and in that case, I'm going to have to scream and let Rayne know to call the cops."

"Rayne?" Chris asked.

"My roommate. She's umm…preparing dinner."

"Great, I'm starving." John cried.

"Did you want to see your rooms first? Have a tour of the place?" She hopefully asked. "Maybe, tell me your names?"

"I'm Paul London." The tag team champ introduced himself. "Chris Benoit, Ken Kennedy, and John Cena." He continued pointing out each.

"The Champ is here."

Serenity lifted an eyebrow to him. "Full of yourself much?"

He grinned. "It's the truth. Now about dinner…"

"It's ready." A new voice called from the doorway.

Everyone turned to the new voice and Paul gasped. "Holy shit."

Ken smirked and elbowed him in the stomach causing him to double over. But he could see why Paul had swore. The newest arrival was a few inches shorter then her friend but what she lacked in height, she seemed to make up in confidence as she stood up tall and proud looking up at everyone. Her hair was dyed black and hung in layers just past her shoulders, making her violet-blue eyes stand out.

"Dinner's ready?" Serenity hesitantly asked.

"Yup. All done and ready to go. If you guys would follow me."

Serenity dashed ahead and pulled on Rayne's arm. "What did you do?" She whispered.

Her friend just smiled mischievously. "Fixed the problem like I said I would."

"Everything okay?" Chris asked as they all followed behind.

"Always." Rayne called back with a smile. "Ser here is just freaking out about having met WWE superstars."

"She didn't even know who we were." Ken said. "How could she not know us?"

"Because, oh modest one, my darling Serenity here," She paused before dramatically whispering, "doesn't even watch WWE."

"How did you get the job?"

"How the fuck did you pull this off?" Serenity asked, stopping short in the dining room. She clapped a hand over her mouth at her outburst but John and Rayne were already leaning against the wall, howling with laughter.

"Stop it." She muttered. She gestured towards the chairs. "Sit wherever guys, let us know when you're done and we'll show you around."

"Where are you going to be?" Paul asked.

"Around." Serenity said with her end of discussion look.

"You're not going to eat with us?"

"I don't have a problem with that." Rayne said. "Ser thinks it would be better if we didn't. You know hired help and all."

"Eat with us." John said. "We'd be honored."

"It's settled." Rayne said with a shrug looking mostly at Ser, saying with her eyes 'don't ruin this for me'. "We'll grab the food."

"You didn't tell us your name. Are you Rayne?" Paul called after them.

"That would be me and I'll be your other hostess." She said with a grin, grabbing Serenity's hand.

"How did you pull this off?" Serenity whispered as they entered the kitchen. She stopped short when she saw the takeout bags and turned to glare at her friend.

"Told ya I'd fix it." She smirked, grabbing the plates and carrying them back into the dining room. She saw that the men had arranged themselves around the table. Chris and Kennedy on either end, John and Paul on either side, leaving the girls no choice but to each sit beside one of them.

Seeing how John was staring at her friend, Rayne put Serenity's plate beside his and moved around the table to take a seat beside Paul.

"So are you going to tell us how you got this job?" Ken asked again as they started eating.

Rayne started to giggle as she looked at Serenity who was carefully not making eye contact with anyone.

"Serenity applied to a hospitality manager posting and Vince accepted."

"How would she know about the posting if she doesn't know anything abut wrestling?"

"Cause Ser never actually applied. I'm the wrestling freak, I saw the posting and as a joke I applied for her. She was a hotel manager. And perhaps there was a little elaboration. But the pay's good, and we got this new place and I get to meet all the wrestlers I want."

"Rayne, shut up." Serenity hissed, kicking her friend under the table.

"Ow." Paul cried, leaning over to rub his shin. "You missed."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Serenity cried, her face going bright red as she grabbed her plate. "I'll go eat in the kitchen now."

Rayne burst out laughing. "No you won't."

"I just kicked a wrestler. He bruises, we're fired."

"Well then don't' kick so hard."

"I thought I was kicking you."

"So who's your favorite wrestler Rayne." Chris asked, trying to draw the attention away from Serenity.

Rayne quieted down, her face going bright red as she suddenly found her food most interesting.

"Yeah, Ray, why not tell them?" Serenity taunted her

Rayne looked up at her friend with wide eyes when it suddenly hit her. Rayne's favorite wrestler that she always talked about was in the room right now. How she had forgotten the name, she didn't know but she knew her friend would just die of embarrassment if she was forced to say the name out loud.

"Randy Orton." She blurted out, thinking of the only wrestler she knew.

Rayne stared at her, a look of disgust slowly coming over her face. "God Ser, if you're gonna cover for me, at least pick someone decent."

Her eyes widened at what she just said and she quickly ducked her head again.

"It's one of us, isn't it?" Kennedy asked with a shit eating grin. "Let me guess, it's Cena, all the ladies love Cena."

"No, it isn't." Rayne muttered, staring at her food.

"Who then?" Ken asked.

She quickly stood up. "Does anyone want seconds?

.Everyone shook their heads and she quickly took her plate into the kitchen.

"I'm done too." Paul said, taking in his plate as well.

He followed where Rayne had gone and came upon her at the sink furiously scrubbing a plate.

"Are you okay?"

She jumped and the plate crashed to the floor.

"Shit." She swore, kneeling down to pick up the broken pieces. She grabbed a piece, dropping it again as it sliced through her finger.

"You're cut." Paul said, reaching down to help her up. He led her over to the sink and turned on the cold water, running the cut underneath it. When the bleeding slowed he grabbed a towel holding it the cut.

"Thanks." She muttered, pulling away.

"I'm sorry if someone upset you."

"No one did. I just gotta learn to take it. I can dish it out but am not always able to take it, y'know?"

He nodded. "Don't take this the wrong way but you don't sound American."

She smiled. "It's 'cause I'm not. I'm Canadian. I moved to Cali a couple years ago and met Serenity. We kind of clicked and moved in together."

"Canadian? Wow, that's impressive."

"Why, you wondering where my toque and hockey stick is, eh?"

He shrugged. "Maybe."

"I left it in Canada." She said, her grin coming back into place. She dropped the towel, grabbing the broom and dustpan and sweeping up the plate. As she threw out the broken pieces, she turned around to see Paul at the sink, washing the dishes.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Helping."

"Well stop it. You're a guest here."

"But I want to help."

She walked back across the kitchen and reached for the dish cloth he had but he pulled back, inadvertently pulling her closer to him. She stumbled and he put an arm around her, the cloth in between them.

"You're getting wet." He pointed out.

"Oh I know." She whispered, staring up into his eyes. His eyes widened a little as she tugged the cloth away from him but made no move to leave his arms.

"I love your eyes." He said, moving closer so now they were mere inches away.

The door swung open and in walked Serenity, stopping short at what she saw.

"Fuck me." She swore loudly.

The two broke apart, Rayne's face flaming red as she turned back to the sink, Paul busying himself with some dishes.

"Why the loud swearing?"

The door swung open behind Serenity, who had yet to move, smashing her in the back of the head and sending her sprawling across the floor.

John stopped above her looking down, "Girl, whatcha doin' on the floor?"

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