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Chapter Ten: Impossible

(John POV)

I entered Isabella's hotel room quietly, trying to surprise her. Instead, I was surprised. She was wrapped in his arms, snoring softly, while Shannon was smiling at her. As the door opened, he looked up and saw me. His face paled and he rolled out of bed. Again, I was surprised by the fact that he was in his boxers.

"What is going on here?" I yelled, Isabella shot straight up.

"Nothing." She replied. "Um, I'm going to go take a shower." Isabella slid out of bed and gathered clean clothing. She stopped by John and he pulled her into a one-armed hug.

"Hmm, you were wrapped in his arms. That sure seems like nothing. Are you okay? He didn't force you into anything, did he. Say the word and I'll make sure-" Kissing his cheek, she shook her head before going out of sight.

"John, I wouldn't make a move on someone else's girlfriend. I have more integrity than that and do you even hear yourself speak? You're acting as if she's the only thing that matters to you." Shannon snapped back at me.

"Because she is!" I yelled back.

Shannon's voice quieted to his regular tone. "Really? Is that so? Because I've been spending more time with her than you have."

"I'm busy! I have a title shot to worry about, I have everything to worry about." I glared the younger, shorter man down. He didn't step back.

"If I were in your shoes, I'd rethink your priorities. Which will be yours longer? The title, or Isabella. Which could you always have another shot at? The title, or Isabella?"

"I came here to ask Isabella to lunch, happy now?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"You hardly know anything about Isabella. Listen, I'm more of a boyfriend for her now than you've been in the past couple weeks." He was so sincere.

"Oh, so she's been doing you? You know, when I first saw her, she didn't seem like the slut type." I yelled.

"Now you think she's being unfaithful? Listen, she adores you and you make her happy, as far as I know. She doesn't even like me like that, and even if she did, I'd want her to dump you before she moved on to me. I'm all for fidelity, okay? And so is Isabella, if you don't believe that, then that's you problem and your loss." He stated as he pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt.

"Oh, so do you like her, now?"

"Hmm, now lemme think about that. No, if anything, she's starting to become a friend, that's it, didn't you hear me just a little bit ago?" Shannon rolled his eyes as he brushed his hair with his fingers and tied a bandana around his head before pulling a hat over his still messy hair.

"Just don't fall in love with her." I stated, putting as much menace into my voice as possible.

He couldn't reply because Isabella had just gotten out, wearing faded jeans and a green camouflage top. I smiled and kissed her as he rolled his eyes slightly. "Um, I have to go." He mumbled something incoherent and practically ran out the door.

(Adam POV)

The door to my locker room opened and shut. A new presence from behind me caused me to turn around, only to jump and nearly fall over from shock at who was in my locker room. Clutching my crutch, I also grabbed his shoulder for support. "Shannon, what are you doing here?"

"Um, I think I'm in love and you're the all-knowing God in this subject.. Please help me."

"Okay, take a seat." I hobbled over to the leather couch as he took a seat on the one across from me. "First off, you give me some background information and I'll ask you a few questions, then we determine how hard you've fallen."

"Okay." He took his hat off and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. "Well, she's amazing. She's thoughtful, down-to-earth, funny, gorgeous and just, perfect."

"Uh-huh." I nodded, chewing on the cap of my pen as I uncapped it and readied myself for note-taking. "Um, first question. Place of birth?"

"Why is that important?"

"First person to answer that correctly, congrats Shanno." I replied, writing down his answer. "Okay, favorite color?"

"Onyx and emerald."

"What? Don't you mean black and green?"

"No, onyx and emerald, she uses bigger terms for things." He answered, looking embarrassed.

"Okay. So, boyfriend or not?"

"Yes, she has a boyfriend. He's not right for her, though. He's just, no. She needs someone who's like her, and he's just not." Shannon sighed.

"Wonderful, good job." I quickly wrote it down. "Now, I'm going to give you a couple scenarios. So, she's upset, she's crying. What do you do?"

"Well, I let her know that she's not alone, that someone is there for her. That I'm there for her and that I'm not going anywhere. I tell her that it's okay to cry and then I'd just hold her until she was better."

"Fine. You're going for a walk, and you come across a not busy street. As you cross, she drops something, but a car is speeding towards you, what do you do?"

"Push her out of the way, my first instinct is to make sure she's safe, then worry about me."

"Wow, um, who's her boyfriend?" I asked, shocked by my results.

"John Cena." He mumbled.

"Oh my God, I-Isabella?"

"Yes!" Shannon exclaimed. "So, what's the results?"

"Dude, you've fallen so hard. You know I'm not going to help you break them up." I replied.

"I don't want you to, I just want her to be happy and if she's happy with him, than that's okay. I-I just can't stop thinking about her." The door opened and Isabella poked her head in.

"Sorry, guys. Um, Shan and I need to go, storyline stuff." Isabella smiled and Shannon nodded, avoiding eye contact with the Diva. He stood, shook my hand and left with her.

(Isabella POV)

"So, why were you talking to Adam?" I asked, tossing my hair over my shoulder.

"I needed…advice." He replied. "So, what's up with our storyline."

"Um, nothing, I just wanted to talk to you."

"About?"

"John. You don't like him very much, do you?" I questioned. Shannon shook his head. "Shaking head as in 'no, I don't like him' or shaking head in 'yes, he's a good guy'?"

"He's okay, I guess. He has had way to many girlfriends for the common man, but that doesn't define him as of now. You may change him, he seems like a better guy." He smiled.

"Good to know." I smiled back.

"Isabella, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I replied, turning to face him.

"I was thinking, and I was wondering if, maybe we could…try to be friends?" He was still smiling. "I think it would improve our work ethic and stuff. And, to be honest, I was getting tired of all the fighting. It just wasn't worth it, you know?"

"Yeah, that would be nice." I nodded and hugged him. "Thanks, Shan. You've come through for me twice this week, that means a lot to a woman. Any woman would be lucky to date you." Breathing in, I smelled an intoxicating scent. Pulling back, I raised an eyebrow. "Are you wearing cologne?"

"No." He chuckled.

"Aftershave?"

"Nope."

"Hmm. Lotion, shampoo, conditioner? No, wait, laundry detergent, fabric softener?"

"No, no, no, no and no. Just me."

"You smell good." I admitted. "Well, I got to go, Diva Swimsuit competition. You have to meet me backstage, so don't forget." I left down the hall, waving to him.

"Friends? I didn't know he knew the meaning with you."

"Mickie, good luck out there, I gotta face you, so I'll see you out there."

"Wait, did someone drop?"

"Yeah, Alicia, she thinks I'm going to turn on the team because she's on there."

"She's afraid of you." Mickie smiled as she got up. "We're up." I followed her out to the gorilla, where Shannon was also waiting. I was wearing a black bikini, the bottom having a skull&crossbones shape cut out of the hip and outlined in lime green. My hair, loose and flowing over my shoulders. Shannon gave me a thumbs up before Kelly's music hit. He frowned as the blond walked in front of him, giving him what she defined as a 'sexy' pout. Rolling his eyes, he waited for Maryse's music to hit.

"Ready, Izzy?" The French-Canadian asked. I was supposed to be heel, in order to work my feud with Kelly.

"Yeah."

"They love you either way. You make a badass heel." Rosa smiled.

"I know. Just a little worried, you saw how they treated Matt."

"Matt also 'betrayed' his brother. It's different with you. Shh, we're on." Maryse smiled before her music struck and we strode out to the ring. The fans gave mixed chants, which was fine by me.

I started out the match, locking up with Gail and throwing her into the corner. Instantly, she tagged Kelly in. Smirking, I stared the blond down for a second before she Irish whipped me into the ropes. Springing back, I clotheslined her and did a quick springboard moonsault while she was down. Going for the pin, I got a 2-count. Grabbing her wrist, I Irish whipped her into her own corner, so she tagged Mickie in. Dodging out of Mickie's way, I tagged Maryse in, who got the victory soon after.

In the backstage area, the other two walked off, and left me with Shannon. "You did great out there."

"Thanks." I smiled.

"No problem. So, I'll see you after the show, right?" He asked, pulling me close to him as he put his hands on my hips.

"Of course." I giggled and kissed him lightly on the lips. He tried to go in for another, more deeper kiss, but I pulled away. "I gotta get going. Bye." I waved before heading down the hallway, feeling Shannon staring at me as I left.

"Cut! Great job, guys!" A stagehand yelled and Shannon ran to catch up to me.

"Yeah, tease." He joked.

"It's my job." I replied. "So, are we really going out after the show?"

"I don't know, honestly. Do you feel like being the designated driver?"

"I've gotten pretty good at it, but John and I are going out for dinner. I'm sure he wouldn't mind you tagging along."

"Isabella, I couldn't ruin your date."

"Nonsense, you wouldn't ruin it." I chuckled.

"He hates me." He stated, giving another reason.

"Well, then you should spend some guy time together. Go golfing or something." I suggested. Speaking of John, he had appeared just as I had said that.

"Golfing?" They both asked at the same time.

"Fine, not golfing. Do whatever guys do. Play video games, play pool, whatever." I shrugged as, instead of changing my top, pulled a shirt over it instead. We had moved into John's locker room, where my bag sat. I grabbed my jeans and went into the small shower area to change that. Coming back out, the two were still standing. "So, John, where are we going?"

"Yeah, that's what I was getting at. I have something else to do, it's important, so I can't do anything tonight. Sorry, babe." He kissed my cheek apologetically. "Have dinner with Shannon." He smiled before leaving.

"Isabella, c'mon, I'll take you for pizza." Shannon looked slightly annoyed by John's absence and as he led me to his rental car, we were silent. He didn't tell me where he was taking me.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." He said, pulling into a Domino's. We went inside, where the cashier person said the pizza was 'on the house'. I waited at one of the small tables while he ordered. He sat down across from me moments later. "Yeah, this was a little impromptu, but-"

"It's fine, Shannon. John probably would've taken me to a fancy restaurant." I sighed.

"Don't worry about, John. He's been busy, lately." Shannon replied. "Just, forget about him for a night and chill." Twenty minutes passed before we got the pizza, Shannon then drove to a nearby beach.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"Just, follow me. I remember a while ago when we were in this town and we went to the beach, this beach. It's a pretty good one, if I do say so myself." Shannon led me to a picnic table where he set the box down and sat down. We started eating and talking about what was new and all sorts of pointless stuff. He laughed at something I said and I couldn't help but smile.

Shannon was more than just a good-looking guy. He had things that were important to him, and he would go to any lengths for them. His green eyes sparkled as we continued our conversation. In so many ways he was different than John, more assertive than John, when he needed to be, otherwise, Shannon was well tempered. Looking at Shannon again, I paused. Something was different now.

Something was drawing me to him, making me imagine how life could be with him. No, no I couldn't think about that. I wouldn't think about that. Then the memories of him kissing me flooded into my head. His lips were softer than John's, is that bad to think? Of course, it is Isabella. Get a hold of yourself. His dazzling green eyes softer, yet more intense than John's blue ones. Good God, this was getting a little out of hand.

"Isabella? You've been staring at me for a good ten minutes, is something wrong?" His sweet southern accent bringing a certain special something that made him all the more attractive. We had both stood and put the empty pizza box into the recycling bin and were now on our way back to the hotel.

"No, not at all." I stated, breaking my gaze. A few minutes of more silence until we were at the hotel and right in front of our door.

"Ladies first." He grinned and let me in before following me. Turning to face me, he let out a cry of surprise as I backed him up against the wall. "Um, Isabella?"

"Thank you, Shannon." I smiled and leaned up. He was expecting me to kiss his cheek, and both of his eyebrows raised when I kissed his lips. Putting my hands on his neck, I deepened the kiss, coming to my senses when he let out a low moan. Pulling away, I ran a hand through my hair. "I'm so sorry, Shan. Really, I don't know what came over me. I-I-"

"Don't worry about it, it's, um, okay. I won't tell John, if that's what you're worried about. I guess I should get to bed, now. Good night." He stated, flustered as well and slightly embarrassed. He knew we probably wouldn't talk for the rest of the night.

Something's wrong, I can't be falling in love with Shannon. This entire day must've been a dream. No, I'm quite sure it was real. It was too good to be false. My heart was racing. I liked John, but I may or may not have feelings for Shannon. But it's impossible for me to fall in love with Shannon. Isn't it?

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