A/N: Hey ya'll we're back with another one. We're still sorry about the delay again! Many apologies. We also have another chapter to go up today or tomorrow so yay! Enjoy this one so sorry for the delay. Happy reading.

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Joe climbed the stairs and knocked on Mo's bedroom door.

"Come in," she said sadly.

"Hey girl," Joe said as he pushed the door open, "you alright?" he asked as he joined her on the bed.

"I'm...I don't know," Mo said shaking her head, "but if this is you trying to push your pro-John agenda, I think that ship has sailed and sank after a fiery explosion," she said with a flourish of her hands.

"It's not," Joe said.

"I'm not really in the mood to hear your anti-Trevor diatribe either," Mo told him.

"Bitch, I'm here for you," Joe said matter-of-fact.

"Well, I never know with you," she said.

"Anyway, are you really ok?"

"No."

"Then I'm here for you," Joe told her.

"I'm so angry!" Mo said through gritted teeth. "He's an idiot!

"I know why I think so but why do you say it?" Joe questioned.

"How did he not know that when you give someone an ultimatum you lose them?" Mo questioned getting off her bed and began to pace. "I mean, no one gives me an ultimatum. No one! So what he's John Cena? That doesn't give him the right to make demands on other people!" she said still pacing. ""Stop hiding" he says," Mo said mocking John. "HA! You stop hiding, jerk!" she said matter-of-fact. "Like, I can't even believe he would drop a bomb on me – weeks ago, mind you – then when we talk again he invokes Trevor. It's gross but I'm the one that needs to stop hiding," Mo said angrily.

"Why do you think he brought ol' Trev up?" Joe questioned.

"So that he could continue to hide himself," Monica answered. "If he brought up Trevor, who he has made abundantly clear he doesn't like, then we would fight and he could hide his feelings," she explained.

"Devil's advocate; maybe he asked because Trevor is your boyfriend and you care about him?" Joe stated.

"Maybe, but do you make it a habit to ask about people you hate?"

"Well, no but I'm a bitch."

Monica relaxed a little and laughed at Joe's comment.

"Thank you. I needed that," she said sitting back down beside him.

"You're welcome," Joe said hugging his best friend. "So, I set up the interview for next week. It's up North somewhere. We just gotta get on the plane and do the damn thing."

"OK," Mo nodded. "I hate that I have to pretend with him, Joe."

"I know but after this you won't have to pretend anything," he told her. "You guys are done talking, right?" Monica was silent for a long moment.

"Yeah."

"Then you can do this."

"I know," she said softly. "I'm just gonna go to sleep. Thanks for the talk, Joe."

"No problem. Love you, girl," Joe said hugging her again.

"I love you too," Mo said before he exited her room.

One Week Later

When the plane landed at JFK Monica was super excited.

"I didn't know we were coming to New York!" she said excitedly. "Do you guys think I can surprise Trevor?"

"I'm sure he'll be super duper excited to see you, girl," Joe said. Mo smiled at him. "Well, he would be if he won't about to be fucking some ho," Joe said under his breath so that only Claudette and Frisco could hear.

The four of them checked into their hotel and did some sightseeing and had dinner.

Claudette, Monica and Joe talked about the interview they would be conducting the next day and made notes before they all headed to bed. The next morning, they all dressed for the show and headed over to Madison Square Garden.

"Is anyone else screeing with delight at the fact that we are about to enter MSG?" Joe asked as the three of them, followed by Frisco, stood outside of the gigantic building.

"Um duh," the sisters said simultaneously.

The backstage area was buzzing with people. Joe stopped a scrawny guy in a headset and asked him where to find John. He pointed out directions before quickly running off. The four of them followed the directions as best they could and eventually ended up outside a door marked John Cena.

"You ready?" Claudette asked grabbing her sister's hand.

"Not even remotely," Mo said knocking on the door.

"Oh, you knocked?" Joe asked. "I was just going to go in."

"That's because you're rude as shit," Claudette told him.

"Come here rude boy, boy. Can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy. Is you big enough? Take it, take it baby, baby take it, take it, love me, love me," Joe sang and bodyrolled to Rihanna's Rude Boy just as John opened the door.

"Uh, hi," he said, confusion etched on his face.

"Hey boo," Joe said as he pushed past him and into the large room.

"Don't mind his rude ass," Claudette said as she pulled her sister in behind her.

"OK, so, Frisco is going to be our cameraman because there was no way we were going to pay Winchester Billy to fly up here for a literal day," Joe said sitting down on the leather couch between Parker and Randy.

"A day? Aren't you guys here for like three or four days?" John questioned.

"Point?" Joe asked.

"Why did, Winchester Billy or whatever, only have to stay a day?" he asked.

"Because crew doesn't get the same perks as staff," Joe said matter-of-fact. "I thought that shit was obvious." Randy, Parker, Tyson, Claudette, Mo and Frisco laughed.

"Right, can we just do this?" John asked.

"No," Claudette said, "we need to do a little location scouting," she told him. "Once we have a place, we'll let you know when we're ready."

"Fine," John said sitting down in an arm chair.

"What up, girl?" Tyson said with a brief wave to Mo.

"Not much," she said with a small smile. "What are you and Parker doing here?"

"Working," Parker answered. "We work for a wrestling blog."

"Must be lucrative and they must be doing well if they flew ya'll out to them," Claudette commented.

"We do aight," Tyson chuckled.

"I thought you were going to look for a location or whatever," John interrupted the conversation.

"And I thought you weren't a rude ass," Mo snapped. "We're allowed to exchange pleasantries with our friends, Mr. Cena. That small dealing will in no way hinder us from doing our job. So, all you need to concern yourself with is the interview itself," she said calmly but venomously. "Are you guys ready to go?" Mo asked Joe and Claudette pleasantly.

"Yeah, girl. Let's go," Joe said getting to his feet and pulling her from the room.

"You ok?" Claudette asked her sister one the locker room door closed.

"Fine," she answered. "Let's just find a place."

After about thirty minutes, Claudette sent Frisco to get John. They had found a kind of secluded area where they set up four director's chairs and waited. The interview was in-depth but short and to the point.

"So, you two just sit here and the three of us are just going to go stand over here," Joe said as they left John and Mo alone.

The silence was tangible and the awkwardness was thick. The two just sat there not making eye contact with each other.

"I'm sorry," John said finally. "I shouldn't have given you an ultimatum."

"You're right," Mo agreed, folding her arms across her chest.

"Mo, I'm trying to apologize here," he said his eyes finally meeting hers.

"I know," she said dropping her arms. "I'm sorry."

"I don't like fighting with you. Especially not about that la..." he started but stopped when he saw the look on her face. He took a deep breath and started again, "I don't like fighting with you; especially not about Trevor."

"I don't like fighting with you either; about anything," Mo said.

"Then don't fight with me and just be honest," he told her.

"Honesty is a two-way street, John," she said.

"What do I need to be honest about?"

"Really?"

"Look, I just want you to stop hiding from me," John said.

"I want you to do the same," Mo said.

"Why?" he asked, locking eyes with her.

"What?" she asked.

"Why is that a thing you want? What point does it serve?"

"Same questions."

The two were silent again. No one was going to budge on an answer. Not now. Not yet.

"Can we just drop this and try being friends again?" John asked breaking the silence. "Please."

"For now," Monica agreed.

"Can I get a hug?" John asked with a boyish grin.

"Sure," Mo said as they got to their feet.

John pulled her in close and wrapped his strong arms around her. The inferno he felt between them threatened to break him and make him blurt out all things he was truly feeling but he resisted. It wouldn't be right; especially after he was the one who wanted to table the whole thing.

Mo reveled in the embrace. All of it. The feel of his arms around her, the scent of his skin, the warmth of his body pressed so tightly against hers. She knew in that moment – she had known for a while now – that no matter what she felt for Trevor, she definitely felt something for John.

"You got plans right now?" Mo asked, still enclosed in his strong arms.

"Nope. Why; what's up?" John asked.

"I want you to do something with me," she said pulling away from him; a little surprised at the sadness she felt at the absence of his body next to hers.

"What's that?"

"Come see Trevor.

"No."

"Please?"

"No," John said. "For what?"

"Because civility is the least you owe a guy you don't even know," Monica told him.

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth, "but I'm only doing this because we're best friends," he said with a kiss to her forehead.

"Thank you," she beamed. John smiled back.

"The dumbass shit I'll do for girls," he thought to himself as Mo sparked the fire again by grabbing his hand and leading him from the arena.