Once I had finished eating, I stood up and took my dishes to the sink, turning the water on and washing the dishes as I said, "Hey, you guys, I'll do the dishes."

"No, you're a guest. If anything, I should do the dishes." Jon pointed out, making me look at him.

"But I need to do something, Jon. If I don't, I'll feel bad." I retorted rather coolly, turning back to finish cleaning the dishes I had used.

Not even noticing the other, I turned and jumped a bit when I saw Jon, his form towering over me suddenly.

I watched him lean in and place his hands either side of me, thus trapping me as he murmured, "I'll do them. Relax, Easter." in a very stern tone.

It sent shivers down my back as I stared at him with wide gray eyes and nodded slightly.

He chuckled softly and leaned a bit closer, making me lean back slightly as I heard him whisper, "Good~" and then abruptly pulled back.

I hastily dried my hands and then scurried out of the kitchen, blushing tomato red. Once I stepped out, looking back at Jon with a shy smile.

He looked at me, chuckling and shaking his head with a smile as he turned back to the dishes and cleaned more of them.

I shivered slightly as I went into the living-room and sat on the couch, my gray eyes glued to the carpeting as I sighed and closed my eyes after a few minutes, letting my head tip back and make contact with the soft cushioning of the couch.

I heard Joe and Colby chuckling and snickering, but I ignored it, simply keeping to myself as I tried to sort through my thoughts, arms crossed and resting on my middle.

Even if it'd only been a couple of hours, the day was already beginning to tire me out. Or maybe my monthly was growing near…

I shook the thought off, opening my eyes and glaring at the ceiling in slight irritation. I couldn't help but glare up at the boring ceiling, biting back a groan of irritation.

"What's wrong, Easter?" Joe asked as I envisioned him, a brow raised as he looked at me in curiosity.

I looked at him, and - sure enough - he had a curious look in his eyes, a brow raised questioningly.

"Nothing-"

"Bullshit, and you know it."

I paused, then sighed, saying, "Just… confused… about something."

I then looked at Joe, who sighed softly and shrugged before looking at Colby.

Colby gave the Samoan a shrug back, in which the latter groaned softly and nodded. He didn't like seeing Easter so irritated and confused about something. Probably because she was much like a kindred spirit to him. She didn't fit into the equation too well, but he cared for her like a brother would his sister.

I let out a long, drawn out sigh as I closed my eyes again, hearing the sound of water running and making contact with the plates and the sink as Jon cleaned the dishes.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stop myself from sneezing my head off. "Why do I smell patchouli…?"

"Probably the neighbor, Sadie… You're allergic to patchouli, right?" Colby asked, straightening up.

I groaned and nodded, suddenly getting up and going into the kitchen.

I quietly approached Jon from behind and wrapped her arms around him, burying my face into his neck and nuzzling into him a little bit.

I heard the front door close, knowing Colby went across the hall to politely ask Sadie if she could tone down the patchouli and explained why.

I loathed the smell of patchouli, anyway. It reminded me of my horrid kindergarten teacher…

"What do you think you're doing?" Jon asked, amusement tinging his voice as I envisioned the smile on his lips.

"Allergic to patchouli…"

"Oh, Sadie's at it again, hm?" He asked, turning the water off and drying his hands as he felt my blonde locks tickling his cheek.

"Yeah…"

"Well, Colby'll get her to knock it off. Always does."

"Okay…" I mumbled into his neck, sighing.

Why was I coming back to Jon so much?

I shoved the question into the back of my mind, waiting for Colby to come back.

Only when Colby returned and said, "Okay, she'll stop." did I pull away and nod.

"Thanks, cheesehead~"

"No problem, miss 'I-like-to-hug-everyone'," He commented, in which I lightly hit his arm.

"Sh-Shut up…"

Colby only chuckled and sat back down, receiving a glare from me as the two of us sat back in our seats.

Soon, Jon walked back out and sat next to me as I turned the TV on, finding nothing good and stopping at some B grade horror movie. Why was it on so early in the morning, anyway?

We all watched the TV in varying degrees of interest, with Jon and I showing little interest while the other two talked to each other quietly and let their eyes remain fixed on the screen.

I didn't even notice that I was beginning to lean on Jon, cuddled up to him as I felt an arm wrap around my frame and hold me in place. It felt really nice…

So nice, in fact, that I began to nod off, bit by bit.

And I let myself drift off to sleep, a small smile gracing my features.

Jon felt someone's head on his shoulder as he watched the movie with disinterest, looking at the blonde, who was currently cuddled up to him and even starting to fall asleep.

He let a smile cross his lips as he slowly wrapped his arm around her and held her close, letting her rest her head on him as he began to absentmindedly rub her side. He had to admit, holding a pretty woman like this was far nicer than the one-night stands he'd been having recently…

He shook the thought off and rested his head on top of hers, still smiling just a bit and not even noticing his friends and brothers taking photos of the two of them with wide smiles.

He was just perfectly content, ignorant to anything else but Easter, it seemed.

And he liked things being like that.

Well, change is good, right? He thought, still rubbing her side. Everyone says that change is good… Even if it can be bad, too, it's more good change than bad. I need to shut up.

He looked at her again and smiled a bit, softly sighing in content.

Yeah, he was perfectly fine with this.

No one-night stands or hangovers. No wrestling or training. Just him and Easter.