She laid against the door, trying to catch her breath, as John pounded from the other side. There was no way she was letting him. No after what she just witnessed.
"Come on, April. It isn't what it looks like. Just talk to me, please." he yelled. Then she heard another voice; her dads.
"What is going on out here?" demanding an answer from John.
"I can explain and it isn't what it looked like at all." he started.
She felt the warm tears trickle down her cheeks as the voices raged on outside the door. She couldn't figure out why she was crying. They had just formed a relationship, if that's what you could call it. So why was she crying?
"What the hell did you do, John," he asked getting angry.
"Shawn, I swear. It wasn't..," he started before being cut off. Then came another voice; it was a female.
"If this is a bad time, I can come back. I'm sorry." she said.
"You bastard.." Shawn yelled.
Then next thing she heard was a thud against the door. She opened it, and the weight from John and Shawn flung it open even harder, as they two men fell to the ground. That didn't seem to bother them, as they continued to roll around on the floor. Shawn finally jumped up and grabbed April and glared at John.
"You stay away from her! Don't you ever come around her again!" he warned.
Hunter showed up about that time in a state of confusion as he looked at all three of them.
"Shawn, is everything ok?" he asked peering into the room.
"Here, take April to your room. I'll be there in a few. I have some things to talk out with Mr. Cena, here," he said glaring at John.
Hunter looked from John back to April, who was crying and shaking. She took one last look at John as Hunter pulled her from the room.
"Come on, honey. Let's go get you some water or something," he said, escorting her out of the room.
John POV
"Yeah, that one looks nice, but I don't want something too sleazy for her. She's too special for that. Something classy, yet sexy, all in one," he said.
He looked all over his roomed and kind of smiled. It was funny seeing all this lingerie all over the floor, but no woman in sight naked. Tracy was a dear friend of his who had dated his brother in college. She had moved to Baltimore a year ago when they had split up and decided to design women's clothing and under garments. When he heard April tell him that she had never owned a piece of lingerie, he decided to call Tracy to have her design something special for her.
Tracy grabbed her water as she sat back down on the bed and pulled her sketching paper and pencil out.
"Well, let's sit down and design something for her. She sounds special, John." Tracey said.
"Yeah, she is." he answered, smiling.
He took mhis chair and pulled it closer to her as they tried coming up with ideas. That's when they heard the door open and saw April. She stared at the floor and looked back up at John as Tracy continued talking about colors, patterns and fabrics.
It wouldn't have been so bad, if Tracey wasn't dressed in lingerie and wasn't half naked sitting in John's hotel room. But she was.
"How could you.." they heard. They looked up and saw April. Then they saw her run down the hall as John got up and ran into the hall. He heard her door slam as he began pounding on the door.
"Come on, April. It isn't what it looks like. Just talk to me please." he pleaded. Then he heard Shawn's voice from behind him.
"What is going on out here?" he demanded.
"I can explain. It isn't what it looked like at all." John said innocently.
"What the hell did you do, John?" he asked again.
"Shawn, I swear! It wasn't..." he started.
Then Tracy came out of the room and was standing before them, holding all the lingerie from her displays she had brought.
"If this is a bad time, I can come back. I'm sorry." she said, feeling uneasy. As Tracy walked away, Shawn glared at John.
"You bastard..," he said before laying into John, knocking him into the door.
He flung himself at John and then they were on the floor in April's room, rolling around. John tried to continue telling him that it wasn't what it looked like, but he wouldn't listen. Shawn finally got up. John stood up and looked at April, crying and then back at Shawn.
"You stay away from here! Don't you ever come around her again." he screamed.
That's when Hunter came.
"Shawn, is everything ok?" he asked completely lost.
"Here, take April to your room. I'll be there in a few. I have some things to talk out with Mr. Cena, here," he said as John felt his eyes burning holes through his skin.
Hunter glared at John and then looked at Shawn before he took her arm. April stared at John before willingly walking down the hall with Hunter.
"Come on, honey. Let's go get you some water or something," he said, sweetly reaching for April.
Shawn slammed the door once they were gone. He grabbed a chair and sat down.
"Now, you tell me what was going on in there and don't you lie to me either." he said, fuming.
John pulled up a chair and sat, facing him.
"I wouldn't lie to you." he answered plainly.
John took a deep breath in and told him the story of how April had told him she had never owned a piece of lingerie before. Shawn's fists clinched a couple times, but he calmed himself enough to finish and listen to the story.
"The girl,Tracy, she is my brother's ex-girlfriend. When they split up, she moved to Baltimore to go to fashion school. She designs women's clothing and undergarments. I was having her make me a special piece of lingerie for April. That's all. April walked in and saw all the garments laying on my floor, but particularly saw Tracey wearing one... Which she was only modeling, I might add... and freaked out when she heard Tracy explaining things to me. That's it. That's what happened." John said feeling relieved the truth was out.
Shawn sighed and sat back for a minute, obviously lost in thought.
"I wouldn't do that to her. I do care for her. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her." John said, feeling defeated.
"That may be true, but for some reason, I believe your story. Why you were having lingerie made for my daughter, I don't know and don't wanna know, but I believe you. In a way, it's kind of sweet." he said, smiling, almost as if he gave John his consent for making his daughter a piece of lingerie.
His virgin daughter, or so he thought.
Shawn stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll go talk to her. I'll send her your way," he said, sighing.
"Thanks, Shawn," he said, happy he believed me. Shawn waved his hand before leaving.
She told Hunter her side of the story. He just stood up and paced the room.
"Are you telling me that after you two were together all day, he went and did this to you," he asked.
She wiped her eyes and looked off into the distance as she heard the hotel room door open and shut.
"Baby, we need to talk," my dad started. She look at her dad with tears in her eyes.
"What?" she asked, through tears.
"It really wasn't what it looked like," he said, smiling.
He sat down with a lop-sided grin on his face and told her the story. April felt worse and worse as the story went on, as she realized she had blown up for no reason at all.
"He was doing that for me? That's so sweet. Oh, God!" she said, feeling incredibly stupid.
"What?" Shawn said.
Hunter snickered a little, but April shot him a glare that told him to stop. He did immediately, as a look of concern fell over his face once more.
"How can I ever face him again? I can't just say, 'Oh, John. Sorry about the miscommunication. Now kiss me baby." she said, mockingly.
"Wait! You've kissed him? What else have the two of you done?" Shawn asked, stunned.
"Dad, not important right now!" she said, snapping her fingers.
"Yeah, right, ok. I think you should just go talk to him. That doesn't involve you two with your tongues down each other's throats." he said, placing his hand on his hip.
"Dad, shut up! Alright, look I'm gonna try to talk to him. Thanks, dad." she said, smiling a little.
"No problem, sweetie." he said.
"See you old fogies in the morning." she said, smiling as they laughed.
"You know, one day you're going to say that and we're both really gonna get you." Hunter said.
"Yeah, I know. I'm really scared! See ya in the morning." she said laughing as she walked out.
She walked down the hall and realized she didn't have the guts to face him quite yet. She went into her room and entered the bathroom to change into her pajamas. She wasn't ready to face him; she just wanted to lay in her bed to think. Think of what an incredible ass she had made herself out to be tonight.
As she walked back out into the dark hotel room, she flopped onto the bed and hit something hard.
"Ouch!" someone said.
She screamed and jumped up, moving away from the bed.
"Who the hell is that?" she asked, grabbing her chest. She saw the form move from the bed and walk towards me.
"It's me, John." he answered, rubbing his head.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, steadying her breathing.
"I figured you wouldn't talk to me tomorrow morning, so I decided to wait here until you were finished with your dad and talk to you when you got back to your room." he answered.
"I'm too embarrassed to even look at you." she said, turning and beginning to pace the length of the room.
"Look it's alright. I understand why you did what you did. I understand what you could have thought, but I'm not going to do that with you." he said sweetly.
"I'm sorry." she managed to say.
"I know. I forgive you. Come here." he said, holding his arms open for her.
She collapsed in his arms, as his scent took over her own senses. She closed her eyes and buried her face into his chest.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Matter of fact, I have to ask you a question." he whispered.
They broke apart and he looked at her, gently cupping her face in his hands. She stared at him, nervous about his question.
"I wanted to ask you a question. I was going to wait until you came forward first, but I can't. I want you to know that I'm serious about you." he said.
He pulled out a small red box and handed it to her. She looked at him, confused before smiling at the box and rubbing her finger over the smooth velvet on the top.
"I got this for you the other night. I wanted to give it to you then, but it wasn't the right time. Now is the right time." he said, waiting anxiously for her to open it.
She slowly opened the box and looked up at him before looking at the contents of the box. She gasped as she looked back up at him.
"I love it! Thank you." I squealed, removing the delicate white gold heart-shaped necklace from the box.
"Here, look on the back." he ushered, flipping it over.
"John & April..." she read the inscription allowed.
She looked back up at him and smiled sweetly.
"Thank you baby." she said against his lips, before claiming them and kissing him deeply.