Written: August 9, 2006
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I own absolutely no one but Jhen and Isabelle
Love Till Now Two: if any of you guys read that story, then my apologizes, but the next update might take a while :-( semi-writers block. any help?
"Let's go home," Isabelle begged, tugging on John's arm.
He sighed softly and nodded his head. They haven't been at the club for longer than a minute or even 30 seconds, but the sight of Randy making out with some girl broke Isabelle's heart. She just wanted to leave and get the image outta her head.
"I'll take you two girls out to the movies or something," John offered leading them to the exit.
"No wait, I wanna stay here," Jhen stopped walking and backed up.
"Why?" John asked, annoyed when seeing Thomas walk up to them.
"Hey Jhen nice seeing you here," he said wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
She smiled and answered John, "Because of him."
Thomas let out a soft chuckle and walked Jhen back to his table, leaving both Isabelle and John frustrated. Frustrated out of complete jealousy.
"Wait Izzie can we stay for like five minutes," John asked.
"No," she snapped taking his arm and dragging him to the exit.
"One minute, please just give me one minute," he begged.
"Fine but I'll be outside," she said walking out the door.
John sighed and walked back into the main club, happy to see her sitting all alone. "Jhen I thought you were uncomfortable in clubs?"
"Yeah when I was first introduced to them, but now I've been to like a million, so I'm use to it," she replied, turning her back to him the instant she finished talking.
John shook his head but still wasn't quite ready to give up. He stood behind her, lightly pressing his fingertips against her bare waist.
"What do you want?" she asked still not turning around.
"Just come chill with us. You've been with Thomas this whole day, and your best friend needs you," he said.
"Well try getting off me before you regret it the next morning. I'm sure touching me is something so regretful in your eyes," Jhen spat turning the swivel seat to face John.
He stayed still after finally being able to be face to face with her. They were so close, and didn't realize the tension building until their lips almost met. Though Jhen backed her head away and slapped him across the face.
"Ow!" John groaned letting his cheek muscles get less tensed. "What was that for?"
"For trying to kiss me," she answered getting off the seat.
"Well I'm pretty sure you're use to that kinda treatment," he muttered.
"Whatta-" Jhen started to say. She glared at him and attempted for an encore but John grabbed her wrist before it hit him.
"Would you just fucking leave me alone? We were doing fine not talking to each other. I have no clue why you started talking to me again and acting all nice."
"I'm not acting Jhen I'm just trying to get us on good terms," he explained letting go of her wrist. He stepped forward letting them get close again. Close enough for their clothes to be pressed against each other.
Jhen looked away not wanting the tension to get higher like it did before.
"Look lets just start over," John suggested.
"Okay fine," she agreed looking up at him. "Starting over meaning you let me do whatever I want."
"Okay that's easy," John said nodding his head.
"Well I wanna stay here with Thomas, so I guess you can just go now," Jhen said turning around.
"What about starting over?" John asked.
"What about it? Just because we're starting over that doesn't mean we need to hang out all the time, or any time for that matter," she stated.
John sighed and hit his closed fist against his forehead. Gosh this is tougher than I thought.
"Alright I guess I'll see you back at the hotel," he said before turning around and heading for the door.
Shit. It's hard resisting those soft lips of John's. Jhen thought before getting interrupted by Thomas with a glass of vodka.
-xo- Seven o'clock the following morning -ox-
"John barely slept last night because of you," Isabelle storied, after seeing her best friend walk into their hotel room.
"What? Why?" she asked sitting on her on the bed.
"He stayed at our room waiting for you to get home. He just left half an hour ago to get some workout done," Isabelle explained. "You never came home, did you sleep with Thomas?"
"I slept on his bed but we didn't have sex," Jhen answered crashing her body against the pillows. She was awfully tired.
"John slept on your bed… well if he even slept at all," Isabelle said before heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Mmm," Jhen sniffed the pillow. "No wonder it smells so good."
-xo- Meanwhile -ox-
"Earth to John!" Randy smacked his towel at him.
"Wha-" he said with a drowsy look on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" Randy asked taking a seat at the bench. They were at the gym working on some weight reps but all John's been doing was zooming into his own world.
"I barely got any sleep last night," he reasoned. "I think I got like two hours at the most…"
"Haha, that Isabelle sure likes to talk," Randy laughed.
"No you stupid, I was waiting up for Jhen… and speaking of my cousin, how dare you?"
"What did I do?" he asked putting his hands up in defense.
"Your not suppose to shove your tongue down some girl's throat," John said.
"What? I'm single, I can do whatever I want," he retaliated.
"Yeah but I told you to be careful with Izzie's feelings. You know how much she likes you, so just be easy and don't let her fall."
"Well why am I suppose to take care of that? I'm not her boyfriend. It's no one's fault but her own for being hurt like that," Randy defended.
John sighed and closed his eyes, reopening them a couple seconds later to speak up. "Fine then be that way. If you like a girl, and she just happens to be attracted to me, I wont give it a second thought to make out with her."
"Like that'll ever happen," Randy smirked.
"Oh it will, trust me, you just wait," John laughed.
"I'll be waiting forever," he said. "Whoa look who we have here…"
"Fucker!" Jhen and Isabelle said at the same time.
"Why is everyone so mad at me?" Randy asked.
"It's not you Randall don't worry," Jhen sighed. "We just decided not to go to the hotel gym since we thought you guys would be there."
"So we drove to this one thinking you wouldn't be here but I guess we were wrong," Isabelle explained, finishing it off.
"Well why do you have to go to a separate gym from us?" Randy asked.
Jhen shrugged and Isabelle didn't answer. She was still too hurt after witnessing what happened last night.
"Let's just go," Isabelle said.
"Agreed," Jhen replied heading for the door.
John, who was still very asleep, tried to get up and run after them. "Wait…wait…"
The two girls turned around and sighed.
"Just stay in this gym. You drove all the way out here. It's not gonna be very convenient if you just leave and take that drive for nothing," John reasoned.
"But what about Randy?" Isabelle asked worried.
"Don't worry about it, I'll be there anyways," John assured putting his arm around her shoulder. "Come on cousin, let's go."
"Fine," she said walking with him back to the gym. "Jhen are you coming?"
She didn't answer but instead held her phone to her ear. "Hello…Tyler! Baby…hey… I know I missed you too…. yeah… well why don't you fly out to Monday's show… I could get you in…yeah…"
"Jhen lets go," John ordered.
She covered the receiver and glared at him. "Shut it. Don't tell me what to do."
He sighed and singled for Isabelle to go inside the gym. "Jhen…"
She kept talking on the phone and ignored him.
John grabbed her free hand and pushed her against the wall pressing his lip lightly just by her collarbone.
She grasped his arm and glared at him. "Stop it."
"What?" Tyler asked stopping mid sentence.
"No keep going," Jhen said.
John smiled and kissed her neck again.
"Not you!" she snapped.
John backed his face away and Tyler stopped talking. There was obviously some confusion to whom she was talking to.
"Never mind, Tyler I'll just call you back," she said.
"Okay, bye," he said before hanging up.
Jhen rolled her eyes and closed the phone to give John a dirty look.
"What? You said keep going," he laughed pressing his chest against hers.
"I wasn't talking to you," she said.
"Well maybe you shoulda made it clearer," he chuckled leaning down.
"Okay well I'ma make this clear…" she started, pressing herself and John off the wall. "…and say I don't want you putting moves on me."
John sighed and said nothing.
"Well I seriously need to get my workout started so I'ma go inside," Jhen said before walking away.
John sighed again, banging his fist against his forehead. "Dammit."
He stood outside for a couple minutes just rethinking over anything. What the hell? Why am I all of a sudden all over Jhen? I was convinced she's not the type of girl I go for…she's nowhere close to being my type. I should just forget about it and stop trying to put moves on her. I don't even know why I'm doing that in the first place… I don't like her… I don't like her… I really don't. That thing we had last year was just a mistake. It was a summer fling type of thing.
He shook his head and walked back in the gym. The first thing his eyes met was Jhen's body gliding along with the treadmill. His jaw almost dropped seeing her in some workout clothes. It showed every single one of her curves, and it didn't help to see her in action. Running. Probably one of the best workouts you can witness to get a good glance at a girl's ass. John's favorite part of a woman's body.
He had to step back and just lean against the wall to let it all sink in. Oh shit. He felt a boner coming in. Trying his best to look away, it was already too late. By the time he knew it, a huge bulge was sticking outta his shorts, as all he could do was look on to ease the feeling.
He slammed his hand against the wall and groaned as he saw her step out the treadmill and walked pass him. She was so near yet so far, and it drove him nuts.
-xo- Later That Day -ox-
"Let's pick out nicknames for each other!" Isabelle suggested with a hint of excitement over coming her voice. "I already call Jhen Macaronni and John Frosty."
"And I'll call him asshole, how about that?" Jhen laughed with sarcasm.
"Ouch!" John pretended, putting a hand over his chest, to play along. "And I was thinking about calling you Smiley."
"Smiley?" Jhen asked out of laughter.
"Yeah coz you make me smile…is that so cheesy? My second choice would have been Boobies just coz I can't stop staring at yours but-" he started to say before getting smacked with a pillow by Jhen.
"Ew you perve!" she kept smacking him until she ended up falling over on the couch only to get squished by the muscular wrestler. "Ouchie!"
John laughed softly but stayed still in the position they were in. Isabelle and Randy were on one couch, while Jhen and John use to be on another until they both fell over on the floor. Now, he was hovering over her body. She was giving him death glares, while he just smiled down at her.
"Get off me!" she ordered trying to push him off but he grabbed onto her wrist and locked her down.
"Why am I squishing your boobies?" he asked with the laughter never his leaving his actions.
"You're a completely horny pervert!" Jhen exclaimed. "And ew, ew, ew, I think I need therapy. EW! I could feel you! Get off me now Cena!"
He decided to do the complete opposite, pressing himself harder against her.
"EW! Izzie help me! He's cumming and I swear if one drop of that gets on me, I'll slap the shit out of you Cena!" she threatened, wiggling he body away from him.
"Ew can you actually feel him? How?" Izzie asked amused with the whole situation.
"He's in his boxers…thin boxers…" she explained.
"Yeah and mine's so big it's sticking out too far," John laughed.
"EW! EW! EW! Get off! I'm gonna hate you forever!" Jhen screamed.
"Sheesh, okay, I'm sorry," he apologized still in the state of laughing.
Jhen glared at him and crossed her arms.
"I'm sorry smiley, I didn't mean to," he said again, finally getting off of her. She stayed still on he ground and glared at him. "What? Are you trying to be a vacuum cleaner?"
Her glare just sifted from saying 'leave I don't wanna see you' from 'you better start running before I make you swallow a knife.'
"Don't kill me now," he said in defense putting his hands up. He was standing over her as he reached one hand out to help her up.
She smiled before spitting on her hand and grabbing his.
"Yuck," he mumbled after looking at his semi-wet hand.
"Yeah don't complain I have my saliva on my hands too," Jhen assured with a smile. She stared deep into his eyes, trying her best to distract him before she wiped her wet hand down his shirt.
"Payback…" John muttered with a frown.
"…is a bitch!" Jhen finished, smiling at him one last time. She gave him a little wink before turning around to walk to the bathroom.
"Yes you're definitely are a bitch," John mumbled taking a seat on the couch. He looked down on his light gray shirt seeing a small streak of dark gray from the wetness of saliva Jhen had wiped.
"Okay, so back to nicknames," Isabelle said, completely ignoring what just happened. She was too excited to hear what Randy would call her. "What should be my nickname?"
"Sparkle coz you sparkle our worlds," John answered.
"Oookay," Isabelle said disappointed. Idiot. She didn't want her cousin to answer she wanted Randy to answer! "Anything else?"
"Tinnie," Randy said completely out of nowhere.
"That was random," Jhen chimed in, joining the trio once again.
"I know I just said the first name that popped outta my head," he shrugged completely bored with the situation.
"Tinnie, ooh I like that name! Kay, Randy's the only one allowed to call me that," Isabelle squealed. She obviously took the nickname as something more than it really was. But what could she say? Girls tend to always do that when they like a guy.
"Okay so is asshole really gonna be John's nickname?" Randy chuckled.
"Yes," Jhen answered with a smile. "But I guess I'll call him Dimpy every now and then."
"Dimpy?" Isabelle asked with raised eyebrows. "That too was random."
Jhen shrugged. It's Dimpy for his dimples that I love so much. She thought, but dared not admit to anyone, especially John. "I don't know it just came to me. He should just be thankful asshole isn't his permanent calling from me."
"Yeah I guess," John agreed with a smile. "Thanks smiley."
She stuck her tongue at him and smiled back. "Your welcome asshole."
He shook his head and smiled.
"Randy…Randy… I think I wanna call you…uhh… Pearly!" she squealed.
"Pearly sounds like a girl's name, but it's cute," Jhen laughed.
"I like his pearly whites…they're so…white…" Isabelle smiled.
Randy raised his eyebrows and tried to perk a fake smile. "Okay."
"Oh I have some news to tell you guys," John stated.
The three other people looked his direction and blinked.
"Jhen and me…uh…" he started as her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
You and me what? What is he gonna say? Jhen thought, sifting into her seat uncomfortably.
"Well I'm sure you guys, Randy and Izzie, has been seeing quite of a teasing and sexual relations between Jhen and me right?" John continued. "So there's obviously something there."
Jhen gulped as Isabelle's eyes lit up in excitement. This was good for her. If her best friend and cousin were to start dating, she'd have an excuse to hang out with Randy more!
John hesitated to continue with the gut wrenching look that Jhen was giving him but he didn't wanna stop in this conversation he so very well started. "As me and her were talking earlier, we decided there's something more than just a friendship." Lie! A complete lie. John just said that randomly thinking they wouldn't belive it, but oh was he so wrong.
"OH MY GOSH! Best friend, why didn't you tell me you and my cousin were dating?" Isabelle screeched, over-excited once again. She quickly got up from her couch, jumping on Jhen to give her the tightest hug ever.
"No but-" Jhen started to protest but Isabelle kept tugging on with the excitement.
"Oh my gosh, my aunt and uncle would be so happy to have you as part of their family. You'll be like my cousin-in-law if there's such a thing. Oh, oh, and, and, speaking of family when you guys get married I'll be the maid of honor…OH! And Randy can be best man! Oh my gosh-" Isabelle was getting too hyperactive to the point Jhen couldn't even get a word in. "Oh my gosh, I have to tell everyone! But look don't worry, Randy and I will gladly leave you two lovers alone. You guys can take this room while we take the other."
"Izzie but I'm not with-" Jhen started but her best friend was just unstoppable when it comes to talking.
"I'll call you later…oh and don't forget to use protection my dear," she finished before walking out the door with Randy.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" Jhen screamed before smacking him again with the pillow.
"Hey I didn't think they'd actually believe it," he laughed. "But hey don't worry! It's gonna be fun pretending to be together."
"No! You're crazy! I'm gonna tell Izzie the truth. You're lying to her,"
"No! You'll break her heart Jhen. Didn't you see how happy she got when I told her?" John protested.
"I hate you," she whispered glaring at him.
"There's a thin line between love and hate," he mumbled.
"I absolutely hate that line," she muttered shaking her head.
"As I said again, there's a thin line between love an- OW!" John exclaimed after getting hit with the pillow again. "Where are you going?"
"To cheat on my so called boyfriend," she answered getting her purse off the coffee table. "Adios."
"No comprendo," John said in Spanish.
Jhen looked back at him with a puzzled look on her face. "Comprendo?"
"Yeah, it means I don't understand in Spanish," he replied. "What? I thought we were talking in Spanish?"
"Phfft no I only know like two words," she said before walking away.
John stared as the door slowly closed, following it with a long sigh. He had no clue what he was doing.
One minute he's trying to put moves on her, the next he wants to forget about her, then he can't help but get a boner every time he sees her, and now they're pretending to be together.
This is just getting too bizarre.
But yet oh so interesting.
xoxo. haha, john's such a dork. Now he has to pretend him and Jhen are together... ahhh only if it were true... in real life...for ME! haha juss kidding. thanks for the reviews, keep sending them in love-o's.
x baby puffin. Jhen.
August 24, 2006.
