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Chapter Three: The Morning After

Falon's POV

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. I felt his large arms still holding me. Had he held me all night? I couldn't believe I had finally lost my virginity, and to John Cena of all people. I smiled to myself, I finally had something happen, that I wanted. He had been the one to give it me. I wasn't for sure how I was going to feel once he was gone, but I knew I would never be the same. I was starting to fall for him, hard, and fast. I watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, and held a smile on those delicious lips of his. I wonder if this was how all the girls felt after a night with him, or if it was just me. I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, next to the bed. It was 8:15 am. I wasn't for sure when he had to leave, I wanted to keep him there as long as I could, before waking him. I managed to move his arm, and lay it on his side, without waking him. I looked at him once more before I got up. I almost fell back onto the bed. I was a little sore, and had bruises on my sides. It didn't bother me though, I was easily bruised. I walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. I stepped in when the water warmed up. I stood under the shower head, for a moment getting my hair soaked. The hot water felt good against my skin. I washed my hair then my body. I stepped out when I was done, and wrapped a towel around me. I put my hair up in another. I went back into my room and dressed myself in a pair of ripped jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. I looked at his sleeping body once more before leaving my room.

When I got closer to the kitchen the smell of breakfast made my stomach growl. I walked in and saw my grandma cooking. "Hey grams. Smells good." I rubbed my belly.

She looked at me in a way she never had before. "My little girl is growing up." Did she come home while we were having sex last night? I hadn't paid any attention at the time, I was to caught up with him to care. I hope she didn't hear us. She hugged me as tight as she could.

We released each other and I looked at her. "Grams did you hear..." I hesitated, unsure of how to ask. "...us last night?" I searched her eyes, but they were loving as always.

She smiled. "I did. I'm sorry. The girls and I weren't having any luck, so we decided to leave early." I nodded. I hope we didn't keep her awake.

"I'm sorry, I should of asked before I brought him here." I apologized with my eyes.

She continued to cook. "No, that's quite alright dear. He must be special, if you brought him home." I sighed knowing this was probably the last time I would be in the same house as him.

"He is, but it was just a one time thing. He is leaving today. Please don't think bad of me for this." I heard sadness in my own voice. I was going to miss him. I wasn't sure how I was ever going to let him go.

She turned and cupped my face with her hands. "Sweetie I know how you feel. My first was a one night stand. It won't be easy, you will always think about him. You'll remember every word spoken, every touch, well, every single detail." She smiled, then hugged me again.

"I think I have fallen for him. He's everything I want in a guy. But there is no way he could feel the same. Why would he ever want someone like me?"

John's POV

I woke up to any empty bed. Where the fuck did she go? I put my boxer briefs and shorts back on, then went to find her. As my foot left the last step on the spiral staircase, a wonderful aroma hit me in the face. Is she cooking? I kept walking until I heard voices as I got closer I stopped at the doorway. I heard her and an older woman talking. I wasn't the type to ease drop but I was curious to know.

"You never know, sweetie. Your easy to love." The older woman said.

"Your my grandma, your suppose to love me. Unlike other family members that just don't care." The sadness in her voice was back. Who was she talking about?

"Your parents do love you, they just don't know how to. They were raised just like you, being told to be someone they're not." Her parents were to blame. How could they not love her, she was beautiful, caring, and an amazing person, from what I had seen.

"Yeah, but you and gramps weren't like that when no one else was around. Mom is so hell bent on me marrying a guy that I have nothing in common with. Why should I be forced to marry someone I don't care about? Why am I not allowed to be with who I want, and live my life the way I want? Why are they so against it? I just don't understand. If I ever have kids, I will never be that way with them." I peeked around the doorway. There was the look again, that broke my heart. I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her everything would work out. But I wasn't so sure. By the looks of her, she lost hope, and gave up along time ago.

The older lady rubbed her back. "It will be okay. They have to learn to let you grow up, and be the person you are. No matter how things turn out. You know I am always here for you. I love you to death baby doll, don't ever forget that." I seen a tear slip from her eyes as she sat on the counter slumped over. I decided it was about time I made my presence known. I walked in and she sat straight up, then quickly wiped away the tears. Damn, she wasn't wearing her make-up. I was right, she was still beautiful without it. She smiled lightly at me as I leaned against the counter next to her, and folded my arms. I wished I had put my shirt on when the older lady looked at my chest then smiled at me.

"Hello dear. I'm Celeste, Falon's grandmother." I could tell she loved her granddaughter deeply by the way she looked at her. I saw instantly where Falon got her eyes from. The more I observed the two females features, I realized she looked like her grandmother as well. They were both naturally beautiful. Even though her grandma was of age, she looked pretty good for an old lady.

"Nice to meet you ma'am. I'm John." She looked at me as if she already knew who I was. Was she a wrestling fan too?

"I know who you are dear. Falon and I watch wrestling every time it comes on. I must say you are a good looking young man, and bigger than I expected." I almost blushed. I was never good with compliments regarding my looks. Hell I considered myself an ugly son of a bitch.

"Thanks. your pretty easy on the eyes too." I couldn't help myself. I am the biggest flirt I know. Falon laughed, and lightly smacked my arm. "What?"

"Don't be hitting on my grandma while I am in the room!" She scolded me. I seen her mouth curve and turn into that amazing smile she has. Damn I wanted to kiss her again.

"Do you mind if I take a shower? I have to leave in a couple hours, and I want to hang here until the last minute. If that's okay with you?" I waited for Celeste to answer.

"Your more than welcome sweetie. You can use Falon's bathroom."

She looked to me and smiled shyly. After the night we had she was still fucking acting a little shy. "Everything you need is in the bathroom closet." I nodded then kissed her forehead before leaving the room. I walked back up the cherry wood spiral staircase. At least she has someone in her family that treats her right. Her grandma reminded me of my own. I shut the bathroom door behind me then opened the closet. I looked at all of her stuff. I was being nosy and noticed she apparently liked Victoria's secret products the most. I grabbed the shampoo, conditioner and soap. I hoped I didn't smell to much like a girl. Because I know Randy will give me hell over it. He'll never let me live it down. I turned on the shower and stepped in. After I washed my hair and scrubbed my body with her soap, I washed the suds off, then stepped out wrapping the towel around me. I dried off then put my clothes back on. When I walked into the bedroom Falon was there with her back towards me and had her phone in her hand. It was on speaker and she was listening to her voice mail.

"Hey girl call me when you get this. I want to know what happened last night." I smiled knowing it was her best friend Bailey.

Falon's POV

I smiled at my friend's voice, knowing she was going to grill me when I called. I waited for the next message.

"Falon, where the hell are you? Dinner was over an hour ago, and Ryan is here. You have better have a good explanation for your absence. You will be apologizing to Ryan as well." My face dropped and tears streamed down my face. This wasn't the time to get emotional, John would be coming out of the bathroom soon. I tried to control it, but failed miserably. "Come over tomorrow, we need to talk. Your father is very disappointed in you young lady. We have had enough of this nonsense." I turned around and his eyes saw my tears. He immediately walked over to me and wrapped me up in his arms.

"Was that your mom?" I nodded as I buried my head in his chest. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. This is my fault." It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I had planned it out, but lost track of time. Why was my life such a disappointment to them? Am I ever going to be able to look them in the eyes and say, "it's my life, back off". At this point I felt completely worthless, and the hope I once had, was now gone. He kissed the top of my head, and rubbed my back. He was such a nice guy. By now he had to know I had alot of problems, and he probably couldn't wait to get the hell out of there, not that I could blame him. I pulled back and he cupped my face in his hands. His eyes were set on mine. He thumbed my tears away, then crushed my lips with his. Maybe he wasn't in such a hurry to leave, or he wouldn't be comforting me. I knew then, this was really gonna hurt. I had never had someone hold me the way he did, or made me feel the way I was feeling. Ugh. I need to stop, at least until he is gone. I was ruining the precious time I had left with him. I didn't want him to regret the moments we had shared together. I wanted him to remember me, like I was going to remember him. I collected myself as quickly as I could, I shook all thoughts of my family, and how they had treated me out of my head. "Who's Ryan? He asked.

"Just a guy that my mom wants me to marry. He is just like them. I could never be with someone like that. I may do everything my parents ask of me, but that is one thing I am never gonna do." I held onto him, with no intention of letting go anytime soon.

"I don't want to come off sounding like I am telling you what to do, but it's okay to tell them no. Just because they want you to be with someone or live your life the way they want you to live. You don't have to, it's okay to live your life the way you want. You need to get a backbone baby." He was the third person to tell me that. He didn't know everything, but he knew enough to be telling me what my grams and Bailey had been saying for years.

"Can we forget that happened? I asked, knowing deep down I was falling apart.

"If that's want you want. Then it's forgotten." He said then smiled at me, showing his dimples again. Gawd, why did he have to be so amazing? I smiled back and hugged him again. He picked me up and I crushed his lips with mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "What was that for?" He smirked.

"For being wonderful. Thank you." I laid my head on his shoulder and buried my face in his neck. He carried me downstairs and sat on the couch. I was straddling him and kissed him once more.

My grandmother walked in and interrupted us. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt" She said as she started walking back out of the room.

"No, it's okay." John and I both said at the same time. We looked at each other and laughed. I got up off his lap.

My grandmother smiled at us. "It's time to eat."

After we ate breakfast we went back into the living room. "Would you like to see some pictures of Falon when she was younger?" My grandmother pulled the thick photo albums out from under the coffee table.

"Sure." He smiled as she sat on the other side of him.

She sat the albums in his lap and he opened the first one. It had pictures of me right after I was born and up through my toddler years. He laughed seeing me in the bath tub naked. "Your were adorable. I have to say that you have definitely grown into a beautiful young woman."

"She's my baby, I wouldn't trade her for anything. I am a proud grandmother " My grams spoke lovingly as she eyed the photographs.

He sat the album on the table then opened the second one. He flipped through then stopped when it showed me as a young girl. My grandmother had photos of every moment in my life. She constantly had the camera in her hands. He smiled, seeing me without my front teeth, but it faded when he seen a picture of me crying because my mother had forced me to go to ballet. I hated it. I seen my whole life flash before my eyes as he turned each page. The last album were pictures of me as a teenager and up until my high school graduation.

John's POV

I observed each picture carefully, trying to learn all of her facial expressions. When I seen her graduation, I noticed the date on the bottom right corner of the pictures. They were taken in 2003. Two years ago. She was younger than I thought. Her age had never came up, and I assumed she was at least twenty one. "How old are you?" I asked. I seen her face change, I guessed it was the look she had when she wasn't sure whether to tell the truth or not.

"I'm ninteen." She dropped her head. I nodded. Celeste stood up and walked out of the room, leaving us alone again. "I probably should have told you. I know you don't go for girls unless they are twenty one or older."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"That's what you said on five questions with the champ. I'm sorry, I knew that, and still didn't tell you." Her eyes were apologetic.

I leaned in and kissed her. "Don't worry about being too young for me. I don't think your age would have mattered much anyway." She smiled, then put the pictures away. I looked at the clock on the wall. "Is that the current time?"

She looked up and nodded. "Yes."

I sighed. "I have to go." I felt sadness for the first time ever after having a one stand, then having to leave. I stood up and pulled her close to me. I crushed her lips with mine again. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Randy. "Hey man, come get me." After asking Falon for the address I told him where I was, then we hung up. I didn't want to leave and never talk to her again. So I decided to do something I had never done before. "Where's your cell phone?"

"Upstairs." She looked curiously at me.

"Go get it." I know I sounded demanding, but I was having a hard time dealing with leaving her. She left the room and came back a couple minutes later. I held my hand out and she placed the pink phone into my palm. "If you ever wanna talk, just call me, anytime. I may not always answer but leave a voice mail and I will get back to you as soon as I can." I was serious, and hoped she would call. She half smiled. I could tell she hadn't expected that. I was definitely surprising myself, and I guess I was surprising her as well. I kissed the top of her head and took a deep breath then let it out. I hugged her tight. I didn't let go until I heard a horn honking outside. "I had a great time." I released her and left.

Falon's POV

As I watched him get into the car and drive away through the window, tears began streaming down my face. I felt an ache in my heart that I had never felt before. I felt someone hug me from behind. "I am here for you, if you need me." I took a breath then collected myself.

"I hope so." She let me go then I went upstairs to fix my hair and make-up. I put my socks and sneakers on, then told my grandmother I was going out. I drove to Bailey's. I walked up the stone path to the front door. I knocked and waited for her to answer. She opened the door. Apparently she had just gotten up cause she was still wearing her boy shorts and tank top. Her hair was messy and her eyes were barely open.

"Come on in." She said, her voice was groggy. I followed her into the living room and we sat on the couch. I could tell she had slept there, cause the pillows were tossed onto the floor except for one, and she covered herself with her favorite blanket. "What happened last night? I want details." She laid her head back against the couch and looked at me with curious eyes.

I half smiled. "What do you think?"

"You fucked him didn't you?" She asked. "Spill I want to know everything."

"It hurt at first, but then it started to feel good. Unlike anything that I had felt before." I let myself fall back against the couch. "The weird thing about it though, it still feels like he is inside me. Please tell me that will go away." I begged.

"The feeling will, but the memory won't. Was he big? Hell, how was he in bed?"

I rolled my eyes. "I haven't seen a penis up close before, only pictures. But from what I seen and felt, he was huge. Gawd he was amazing. He knew where to touch and kiss me. It was unreal." I smiled remembering how he made me feel. I raised my shirt up revealing my hips, showing her the bruises that he had left on me.

"Damn, was he rough?" She asked.

"Not really, but he was gripping my hips a little too tight. I don't think he realized he was doing it though." I know he didn't mean to leave marks on me. He isn't the type to hurt someone on purpose, especially a girl. "He was gentle with me with everything else. Gawd I still can't believe I lost my virginity to him."

"You have fallen for him. Haven't you?" It was more of a fact than a question.

I nodded. She knew me too well. "Yeah, the thing that gets me the most, was this is the worst I have ever felt." I always fall for someone easy, and fast. I guess because I am a big believer in true love. However the guys I had fallen for in the past never fell back, and always broke my heart. They cheated on me and said they couldn't wait for me to be ready to sleep with them. They treated me like shit. John is the first guy that has ever treated me with respect, and kindness. That sucks cause we weren't even in a relationship.

"Damn girl, you always do this, and let yourself get hurt. I don't know what to tell you." I felt a tear slip. The memory of him driving away crept back into my mind.

"I know. I wish I would stop doing this." I always wondered what it would have been like to be with him. I dreamed about it often. I honestly didn't think is was going to be as wonderful as it was. Even if it hadn't, I would of still fell for him. I guess it's true what they say, you can't help who you fall in love with. I told Bailey about our morning together and then remembered I had to go to my parents house. "I got to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Have fun with that. See ya." She walked me to the front door and I left.

When I pulled into my parents driveway, I seen a car and knew instantly who's it was. Ryan was here. I knew this was going be humiliating. I sat in my car thinking of believable excuses. There was no way in hell I was gonna tell them the real reason why I missed dinner last night. I could see my mother's eyes staring at me with shame and disappointment. "Yeah mom remember those wrestlers I told you that came into the shop. I took one home and fucked him. He was my first and it was a one night stand." She would never speak to me again if she knew. I decided on playing it safe to cover my ass. I knocked on the door and took a deep breath before someone answered.

"It's about time you got here. We have been waiting since early this morning. It's almost lunchtime." I followed her into the family room where my father, and Ryan were waiting. "Sit down Falon. You have some major explaining to do!"

I did as I was told. "I'm sorry I didn't come over for dinner last night. I had planned on it but I fell asleep. I didn't know you had called until and hour ago." I lied and hoped they believed it. "I was so tired after work yesterday and I really am sorry." I wasn't that sorry. To tell the truth, being with John was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I will always cherish the memory.

"Falon you have been irresponsible for long enough. It's time to grow up. You owe Ryan an apology as well. He was looking forward to seeing you." I looked at the man that sat on the other couch facing me. His eyes were dark, I knew he was pissed. He was just like my parents in so many ways, there was no way I could share my life with someone like that. If only I could tell him that, without getting lectured and being made to apologize. Even though I didn't do anything wrong, I was always being made to say I am sorry.

"I am sorry Ryan. I didn't realize what this dinner meant to everyone, I really did plan on coming." I was somewhat truthful.

"Next time I will pick you up myself, and you won't have a choice. You will start respecting your parents and me." He is talking like he owns me. I don't like that. I am no body's property. I am getting pissed, I need to calm down before I explode. It will only make things worse if I blow up.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say." To try and make up for missing the dinner, I decided to do something I didn't want to do. "Let me make it up to you. How about dinner? I'll pay." Ugh, why do I always have to please everyone?

He looked to be thinking. "I am leaving tonight, I will be gone for a little over a month. When I get back, I will call you and we can make plans for dinner. I expect you to be there this time. Don't be a minute late." I half smiled.

"Okay, great. I will be on time. I promise!

"That's better. Falon you need to work on growing up, while he is gone." My mother scolded me.

"I will. I am sorry to rush, but I have errands to make." I lied but I needed to get out of there. I finally was able to leave. I drove away without a tear shed this time. Am I finally learning to accept that my parents were never going to change and deal with it? I hoped so. I was already on an emotional roller coaster because of John. Maybe it was just that he was the only thing besides my grandma and Bailey, that mattered to me now. Whatever the reason, I knew I was going to eventually be okay. I went back home and went into my room. I half laughed when I seen the condom lying on the floor. I picked it up and some of the semen was leaking out. "Oh shit the condom broke!" I tossed it into the trashcan in my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and shook my head. "Okay it was just one time. I am not going to even worry about it." I turned back towards my room and seen my bed hadn't been made yet, the sheets and cover were messed up. I went to my bed and crawled up to the pillow John had slept on. It smelled like him. I inhaled his scent and closed my eyes, falling asleep, and dreaming about him.

John's POV

We just arrived to the next city. Randy has been giving me shit about smelling like a girl, I knew he would. I can't wait to get to the hotel and get a shower. I walked behind Randy to the rental car. "Ms. Cena, hurry up, we need to check in soon!" He laughed.

"That's not funny anymore. give it up!" I retorted.

"Yes it is. Wait until Santino and the other guys find out. I won't be the only one." He was being a dick.

"You do that, and I will tell Sam about those chicks you had in your room a few weeks back." I threatened him, but hell he deserved it.

"You promised you wouldn't say anything man."

"Yeah, but considering, you owe me for that. I would say we are even now!"

Randy sighed. "Fine. We're even."

I smiled knowing I had won. We checked into the hotel and made it to our rooms. I was thankful I didn't have to share. I immediately took a shower and threw a pair of my shorts on. I laid on the bed and fell asleep. I needed it after all we had a house show tonight.


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