A/N: Please tell me that some of you guys have those days where you're just like, "Wow, I'm pathetic. I'm writing about somebody I don't even know, somebody with their own life and fiancée, somebody whose life most certainly doesn't include any of the crazy shit I'm writing about. I should just stop right now, I'm such a loser." You guys have those days, right? I hope so. I hope I'm not the only one.

I'm having one of those days. :| Its horrible. I hate feeling like this.

On a good note, the end of this chapter is my favorite part in..probably this entire story. I love it so much I can't stand it.
PS: I love you guys.

-John's POV-

"TRUTH! TRUTH TRUTH TRUUUUTTHHH." Bree was repeating over and over.

God. I hate this game. Whenever she's drunk, after her singing phase, she insists on playing this horrible game called Truth. She asks a question, and I have to answer truthfully. If I do, I get to ask her a question and she has to answer truthfully. If I don't want to answer truthfully, I say pass, and then Bree has to answer my question truthfully, and if she does, she wins. Its complicated.

"You go first." I said softly, just glad that she was cuddled up to my side in the car. I smoothed her hair down softly, and she moved so her head was in my lap, staring up at me.

"Noooo. I want to play truth or dare thiiis time." She slurred, giggling.

"Okay. Truth or dare?" I asked.

"DARE!" She squealed, clapping.

I smiled brightly at her reaction. "I dare you to.."

"Flash that car next to us!" Randy Orton cut in, laughing.

Before I could stop her, Bree had climbed away from me and was flashing the car next to us, a car full of guys who cheered like mad.

"Bree!" I scolded, pulling her back into the car.

"Truth or dare, Cena?" Randy asked.

"Nobody invited you to play." I mumbled, glaring at him. He laughed.

"Bree wants me to play, don't you Bree?" He asked, grinning.

"Yesss! I want everyone to play!" She giggled.

"Truth." I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"I changed my mind! I don't wanna play!" Bree giggled again, shaking her head.

"No fair!" Randy whined.

"Why are you acting like you're two years old?" I asked him.

"Because I can." He stuck his tongue out, climbing into the backseat.

Bree instantly ditched me for him. I watched her climb into his lap and snuggle with him, both of them giggling about who knows what.

"What........ the........ fuck..." I frowned, "Ashley! What's going on?"

"Oh, you don't know! Bree and Randy are new found drinking buddies." Ashley said.

"They get along now?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"When they're drunk." Ashley said, shrugging. "When they're sober..well, its better than before."

I frowned deeply, looking over at them again. He was taking my place.

"ASHIE!" Bree suddenly yelled out, making Ashley jump.

"What?! I'm driving, Bree! Don't yell at me!!" Ashley ordered.

"I just wanted to say that I love you." Bree said, frowning. "And you yelled at me."

I laughed softly when Bree's eyes began to tear up. She was so entertaining while drunk.

"I'm sorry." Ashley said quietly, "Bree, I'm sorry. I love you too."

She sniffled, "Will you take me to taco bell?"

Bree was making the puppy dog face. If I was driving, we would be at taco bell right now. I can't resist that face, ever. No matter what.

"No." Ashley shook her head, and Bree began to fake cry again, loudly.

"But I told you I love you and you yelled at me!" She cried, frowning.

I smiled, staring at Bree's face as it changed to a smile when we pulled into taco bell.

"Yay!" She clapped her hands.

"What do you want, Breeface?" Ashley asked.

"Um. Tacos. Duh." Bree shot me a 'What an idiot she is!' look, rolling her eyes. I smiled brightly.

I was so fucking relieved to have her back. Even if it was only because she's drunk.

Ashley pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing softly, "What kind of tacos, Bree?"

"I don't know." Bree stated.

"Look at the menu, Bree." Ashley ordered. I watched Bree sigh and climb over to my window, plopping into my lap and opening my window. She stared at it. And stared at it.

And stared at it. Until someone honked behind us.

"The menu is so...big.." Bree whispered in disbelief. "So bright.."

"Are you high?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows.

"I'm getting whatever I feel like getting and if you don't like it, you can die." Ashley said.

"That sounds delicious!" Randy said, rubbing his stomach. "I'm starving."

Ashley took a moment to turn and stare at her stupid husband, then ordered practically everything she could think of. She was smart. Bree and Randy were drunk, so they would eat stuff, not like it, spit it out, and eat something else. We need a lot of food.

"He's cute." Bree giggled, seeing the drive-thru guy.

"He's about 17, Bree." I said sternly, but that didn't stop her from rolling her window down.

"Hiiiiiii." She laughed, "Could you do me a favor?"

The boy smiled, quirking an eyebrow. "Sure."

"When you get off work, come to my hotel naked." She grinned, "I'm going to rock your world."

His lips parted, and his grin widened, and I pulled her back into the car.

"She's drunk." I said to the kid, watching his grin fall at the size of me.

I rolled the window up, turning to look at Bree, who was staring at me, her eyes glazed over.

"I'm mad at you." She mumbled, "Aren't I?"

"Yeah." I whispered, unable to lie to her even when she's drunk.

She scrunched her eyebrows, "What for?"

"Because I told everyone you gave me a blow job and your boyfriend found out and dumped you." I whispered, frowning deeply, ashamed.

She stared up at me, then shrugged and looked away, "Okay."

"Okay?"

Bree shrugged again. "I don't care, who needs a boyfriend? I've got Natasha."

Everyone in the car laughed at her response, laughed so hard our stomachs ached.

Its moments like these that I'm never going to forget. Drunk and stupid, laughing at nothing, and laughing at everything. Sharing knowing smiles with Bree when we're sober together, watching the Orton's get drunk. Laughing at how frustrated Randy gets, how angry Ashley gets, how childish Bree gets, and how stupid I get. Knowing that no matter what, we took care of each other, we had each other's backs. If one of us we're down, all of us we're down. Unless Bree's down..then Randy kicks her....and vice versa. That's beside the point. We're family. We love each other.

Especially Bree. Looking at her now, climbing out of the car, stumbling to her butt, I smile. I instantly go to her, pick her back up, and lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my shoulders, and I support her like a child. I feel her head rest against my shoulder, and when I look back, she looks like a child who just spent the day at Disneyland and is too tired to walk on her own. I felt like a parent, but I wasn't. I was protective. I was her security blanket. Bree knows that no matter what, I will always protect her, will always take care of her.

"Johnny.." She mumbled.

"Hmm?" I whispered, holding her a little tighter.

"Truth." She whispered. "Your turn."

I paused a moment, walking into the hotel with Ash and Randy right behind me.

"If tomorrow was your last day, and you could only do one thing that entire day, what would you do and why?" I asked after a moment of thinking it through.

She was drunk, so she would answer me honestly.

Bree didn't hesitate. She knew what her answer was instantly.

"I'd make love to you." She whispered, staring up at me now.

She pulled back slightly, so we were face to face. Her eyes were glazed over, but so loving.

I gulped, "Why?"

Bree smiled, leaning in and kissing my forehead softly, the way I always did with her.

"Because I love you more than anyone in the world."