Since D-Bry was with Brie, it was only Cody and I in our hotel room once again. I plopped down on the bed and lay on my stomach, feeling the mattress and pillows hug my body as I let my thoughts drift back to what happened earlier.

"All right. I'm ready," I said when he remained silent for long seconds. "What is it?"

"Well, okay. Just be ready," Jon said quite coyly.

I narrowed my eyes, confused. "But I AM ready…?" My tone was just as puzzled as I was.

"Okay. Cool." He smiled that Jonathan-Good-smile of his.

I knit my brow. "What's your question?"

He slowly looked around, scratching the back of his neck, and then looked back at me. "Now's not the time or place," he said with an impish grin.

His question.

He still hadn't asked me "his question" and it was actually flustering me.

I was supposed to be resting. But I lay here on this bed with a restless and impatient mind; not because of our charity work today, but because Jon's question, which hadn't really been asked yet, was kinda unsettling me and I couldn't pacify myself. I didn't get to know what his question was and several hours had passed now, the moon was already swapping places with the sun and I still couldn't help but think of what his question could be.

His question was a question mark and it was killing me softly.

Midway through my thought, 220 pounds of solid muscle suddenly splashed onto my back out of nowhere.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so tired!" Cody's voice reverberated around the room as his weight pressed down on my body.

"What's your problem," I struggled to say to him. He was squashing me and it was so hard to breathe. "Get off me…" My voice was really weak as though my tongue was on its last legs. Thankfully, he was being nice and he obeyed quickly. I felt him roll off my back and tumble next to me.

"So" – he lounged on his side, his hand holding his head as he looked at me – "what happened?"

Here he went again. Dissecting me and prying me open with his unrivaled nosiness. Even though it irritated me most of the time, I couldn't say I didn't like it, because right now I kinda really needed his opinion.

I blew a stray strand away from my eyes. "He said he's got something to ask me." He just raised a brow, pursing his lips. "I just… I don't know, why does it feel weird?"

"What? Why? What did he ask you?"

I propped up on my elbow. "He hasn't asked it yet and I feel weird, I don't know, dude."

"Why do you have to worry about a question?" he asked with a puckered brow.

"Shouldn't I?"

"No," he said coolly. "I don't think so. Especially now that you two are okay again."

"That's why it's weird!" I motioned with my hands.

He rubbed his chin. I guess he was trying to think. "Well… what are your instincts telling you?"

"I'm not sure." I cupped my mouth, then released it. "It's like. Last night we were not okay, and then today we had to be dance partners and we were so awkward and then we were not that awkward anymore and then he pulled me aside and he apologized and then we're suddenly okay already and then he brings up this thing about his question but says 'it's not the right time or place' and then leaves me hanging, it's just – I think it's just, I don't know I smell something – "

"Whoa, okay, okay." He palmed his face, chuckling. "You know what, Jill? You're overreacting."

I gaped at him in utter disbelief. "What?! Can you blame me? What kind of ridiculous question does he have that it has to wait for 'the right time or place'?!"

He fell silent. Now he was the one gaping at me.

"Right?" I pressed. "It just bothers me, 'cause, you know, it's like I can't think straight and – "

His sudden grin made me stop my sentence. What in the world. I think he tried to suppress his big smile, and then he licked his lips before speaking again. "I think I know what's about to happen," he said ever so pensively.

Now things just got even funnier. And weirder.

I stared at him emotionlessly. "Now I'm paranoid."

"You have nothing to be paranoid about!" He laughed and lay on his back. "Trust me."

I thought my night couldn't get any weirder, but I received a call from JBL and he told me that we were gonna have to shoot a "special episode" for The JBL and Cole Show. RIGHT NOW. He told me to go to this studio which was like a 15-minute-drive away from the hotel.

JBL and Cole Show? Shoot? At nine o'clock in the evening? Really?

Don't get me wrong, I mean, I do understand that anything can happen in the WWE. But I'd never experienced having an "emergency shoot" for a YouTube web series.

And so I threw a hoodie on, and I was rushing down the hotel in my ripped jeans and sneakers because I felt the pressure. I was speed walking and several unrelated words just began randomly crossing my mind. The social dance. His blue eyes. We're okay now. He has a question. He hasn't asked it yet. Cody's grin. Cody said I shouldn't worry. Cody quite knows something. JBL and Cole show. It's past 9 PM and I'm rushing. Emergency shoot.

None of it made sense.

I just tried to focus on the fact that this was gonna be a "special episode" of the show and that weird or unexpected situations like this would definitely be part of it. I grabbed a taxi and I was on my way.

After exactly 14 minutes and 37 seconds I had stepped foot into the studio and immediately went to look for Michael and my favorite Mr. Bradshaw. There were five doors to choose from and all I had to do was look for the one that led to where the shoot would be. The place wasn't badly lit, but rather dim and had that murky vibe around it. The studio was pretty small (compared to the extravagant and high-end ones) which was why I got surprised that I didn't see Heath until he bumped into me, literally, midway through my tread. Where did Slater come from? I was always tiny enough to be knocked down on my butt, and one-man-band did just that.

"Whoa hey sorry," he panted and helped me to my feet. "Ya all right, Jilley?"

I'm freakin' fine baybayyy!

Actually, I just gave him a sincere smile as I got back to my feet. "Yeah it's okay," I reassured him, giggling because I thought the whole scene was funny it should've been caught on camera and gone viral.

"I'm really sorry, I was texting." He made an effort to straighten my clothes or something and his concern amused me. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Bradshaw called and told me that we're gonna have a shoot for a special episode of The JBL and Cole Show." I paused and suddenly remembered that Heath had been part of their show in the previous episodes and played as Bradshaw's storyline "beloved nephew" Clem Layfield. "Oh hey!" I gave his chest a soft slap. "Are you gonna be part of this episode too? Where are we shooting?"

His rock star eyes spelled confusion all of a sudden. "Huh? Um, I mean, I'm done with the shoot – "

"You guys are done shooting?!" My voice was a bit violent.

"No. I just got done with my photo shoot." He stared down at me, his expression indecipherable.

What photo shoot? I was starting to be puzzled all over again but before I went hysterical, I thought deeply and figured that maybe he wasn't gonna be in this episode of the show. That maybe The JBL and Cole Show special episode shoot was real, and that Heath just didn't know about the whole thing and that he really did have a photo shoot here. But perhaps he'd seen Bradshaw and Cole earlier somewhere in this creepy little studio and he might be able to tell me where those two were.

"Oh… I see," I said, relaxed. "Have you seen Michael or Bradshaw?"

I was focusing on the light at the end of this tunnel that was the "weird night" but I lost all hope when Heath innocently shook his head to answer my question.

I let out a sad chuckle. "Are you sure? You sure you haven't seen them?" I ran a hand through my hair.

"Yes," he said in a tone that told me he understood how I felt. "Honestly I don't think they're here… I mean my agenda here was the photo shoot. None of the guys mentioned something about The JBL and Cole Show. But, I don't know… maybe they just haven't got here yet and are on their way." He bent over and touched my shoulder. "Relax. Just wait here and hang around with the other guys back there. The photo shoot's right there, third door on your right." He pointed behind him.

So there was an ongoing photo shoot and other Superstars or Divas could be there, and I was standing here completely unsure about Bradshaw and Cole. I sighed because it was all I could react. "Yeah… yeah, okay, I guess. Thanks, Heath. You take care." I just didn't like it when my efforts went wasted, especially when I had to be rushed.

"All right, Jill. You too." He patted my cheek before walking past me. I watched him walk away, the soft glow from the lights shining over his enviable sleek red hair as it bounced with every step he took until he was finally out the door.

My instincts told me that I should follow Heath's advice and that maybe I should just hang around with the others while I waited for JBL and his partner "Maggle". While I'd begun walking my way toward the desired door, my mind resumed the circulation of unrelated thoughts and they collided with one another; they frustrated me. I just couldn't fathom how weird my night was getting. My hand gripped the knob and I decided I had to put on a calm expression so that I wouldn't unsettle my co-workers with my mood.

When I pushed the door open, the entire view took me aback. The Shield were there, standing with an evil yet very appealing painted cloth as their backdrop, posing like legit badass goons as the dude kept clicking and flashing his camera at them.

Ambrose. Rollins. Reigns. Jon. Jon. Jon. Jon. It was all I could think of.

"Whoa, hey there, princess." Punk's voice startled me more than I already was. I didn't even notice he was sitting right beside where I stood until he called. "What's up?" He pulled me by the arm for a hug. Speechless and weirded out by just about everything that was going on, I forgot to return the hug. "You all right? What's up?" He asked again when he pulled away.

I'm a hundred percent sure that at that point I really did try to say something, but failed. My mind was too boggled to even process words out of my mouth.

He chuckled, I think at my unresponsiveness. "You okay?" He asked, looking cool and calm as always. I just stared at him as he chewed his gum.

What is happening in this world, was what I wanted to reply to him. Jon, Colby, Joe, Punk. I looked to my left and saw Kofi and John-dango engaged into what seemed like a magic tricks exhibition against each other. What in the world were these guys doing here? Where could JBL and Cole be?

"Where's Bradshaw and Michael?" I finally managed a sentence to a very cool Punk.

His mouth opened and closed three times as he chewed his gum. "I don't know," he said with a shrug. I stared at him blankly because I simply didn't know anything anymore. "Oh, are they supposed to be here?"

"Yeah. JBL and Cole Show. Special episode. Bradshaw called me and told me to be here now." I guess the oddity of my night had turned me into a robot. And I didn't care what Punk or others thought of it. I was so befuddled.

"Well they're probably on their way now?" Punk said, echoing Heath's assumption from earlier. "Come on, take it easy. Just hang around here a little bit while waiting." I nodded impassively.

"Punk, your turn!" the photographer suddenly called, and Punk immediately got up to walk where he was supposed to go and I hadn't really realized it but Jon was suddenly in front of me. He was in his Shield gear. So were Joe and Colby. I kinda heard the two of them say hi, but I was too fixated on Jon. I barely greeted the two. No matter how perplexed I was I should say hi to Jon.

And then he was talking to me. Asking 'what's up'. I'm not sure what I was saying but I was probably rambling about I have no idea what. And then he was smiling. Chuckling, actually. That dimple sucking me in. That earring glistening like a star. His eyes were like the dark and cold sky, peaceful. Delightful. And then he was taking his black sleeveless shirt off. Not in front of me. He quickly put a clean white shirt on. And then he was asking me if I wanted to go to the rooftop. Somehow Punk overheard this from where he stood and shouted something about the rooftop being a cool place. And then I just nodded to Jon despite not even being sure if this studio had a rooftop-hangout-area kind of thing. I nodded and I wondered why I wasn't protesting and explaining to him that I had to wait for Bradshaw and Michael. And then Jon was leading me to the door. Then we were taking the stairs. He was holding my hand.

I had no idea why everything was passing by like a haze.

But I was now standing on top of this building and I was catching my breath just a little bit. I was three stories above the ground and the cool breeze caressed my face, blowing through my hair.

"Hey." Jon lightly touched my arm, which was covered by the long sleeve of my hoodie. I almost forgot he was here…that he was the one who took me here. He was looking down at me, his eyes looking droopy as usual even when he wasn't sleepy; it was the most adorable piece of droopiness you could ever look at. The wind was making a mess of his dirty blonde hair; I could only see the color because of the only lamp post that lit this place.

"Hey." I had no idea why my voice was croaky, neither had I any idea why we were here. I smiled shyly.

"Pretty windy up here, huh?" He brushed his hair back from his face.

"Oh, I love it." My voice was back to normal. Then I remembered something. "What are we doing here?"

He looked at me with his lips pursed; an expression he made that was equivalent to a shrug. "Enjoying the wind?" I didn't say anything because for the nth time, I'd no idea what to say. I watched him walk to the bench that faced the roof terrace, near the lamp post. I followed him and we sat down.

Wow. This is awesome. For a moment I forgot about how strange it had been for me. I suddenly felt that I could relax for a while.

We were on the rooftop and this building was just three stories high, but we were sitting on this bench and it was overlooking to the ocean of city lights and while this kind of view might not be breathtaking to other people, the fact that I could stare at this sight, enjoy the cool breeze, and do them both with Jon sitting right next to me was already taking my breath away.

I looked to Jon. He was squinting against the gusting wind and licking his lips. I smiled without him seeing. Then something hit me.

Doesn't he have a question for me?

"Jon?" He just looked at me. I licked my lips. "Didn't you tell me earlier you had a question?" His expression was blank. Then he slowly started smiling. "What?"

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head and chuckling. "So did JBL call you?"

"Yes," I said. I knit my brow. "That's your question?"

He spread his arms and laid them on top of the back-rest of our bench. "Sorta." He looked to the view in front of us.

What in the world? He'd told me earlier that it wasn't the time or place, I had to wait for hours and now he was gonna ask me if JBL called me? "Seriously? What do you mean? What's your real question?" Now I was bugged.

He unflappably looked back to me. "Did you drive tonight?"

I thought he was acting weird. "Is that your real question?"

"Did you drive tonight?"

Good grief. "No. Took a cab." I rolled my eyes. "Is that your real question?"

He touched his earring. "Do you think I need a new earring?"

"Is that your real question?" I gave him a death stare.

He pursed his lips. "Do you think I need a new earring?"

I gave up and sighed. "No, it's all right." Now I knew he was just teasing me. I could just tell by the way he looked at me while asking these weird questions. I just chose to deal with it.

"Oh," he breathed. "Have you had dinner yet?"

I looked back to the city lights and into the wind. "No," I said unenthusiastically.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not quite," I said, not looking at him.

He scooted closer to me. "Can we have dinner later?"

"Sure," I said, not really caring anymore what else he might ask me.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

My jaw dropped after answering him.

The word came out exactly how all the rest of my previous replies did – automatic and sure. But when I'd dropped "yes" I suddenly felt like a lump formed in my throat, and now my heart was racing. I was sure of what I'd said, but I wasn't sure what I'd heard. Was he really asking me to be his girl now? I was surprised by myself but more by Jon.

Very slowly, my eyes drifted to his…um, blank face.

"That's your question?!" I couldn't help but raise my voice in utter shock.

He grinned sheepishly. "That's your answer?"

A wave of assorted emotions washed over me, and my mouth didn't know if it should smile, laugh, or just stay stuck-open like that so I just clamped my hand over it. God had gathered all the butterflies from every garden around the world and sent them into my stomach.

I was hyperventilating in glee because of the decision Jon and I had just made: to make it official. Darn him for making me go through all the oddity of the night and his weird questions before I could hear him ask it.

He chuckled. "What's wrong?"

I put my hand down. "I'm just… I'm just… shocked. I guess." I breathed. "You're such a jerk!" I slapped his arm softly.

He looked at me incredulously but immediately started laughing. "What? You're crazy!"

And then we were laughing together and we were laughing as a couple for the first time and it was just beyond delight I couldn't fathom how wonderful I felt. For the first time ever I was finally in a relationship.

"So uhh," he spoke again after a few moments, "just to make sure… will you be my girlfriend?"

I pressed my lips together. "Yes." I stared back at him and hesitated…when I'd gathered all the strength I needed, I reached out and gently grabbed his face in my petite hands. I began to inch my face closer to his…

"Whoa, Jill." He let out a nervous chuckle, gently pulling my hands off and looking away.

I frowned. "What?"

"You're being aggressive. I didn't know you had it in you," he teased. I had to laugh.

"Sorry. I just feel great. You were just a dream, you know? And now I finally have you," I said sincerely, trying to look through his beautiful eyes and into his soul.

His eyes are glued to the ground as he smiled. "I have a thousand reasons why I want to make you mine." He looked to me, his hair being whooshed by the wind. "But if I try to tell you all of them now, I'd blow a gasket in my brain."

He inhaled, then exhaled. He swept some of my stray hair strands away from my face before cupping my cheeks in his hands. His palms were warm against my cold, wind-stricken face. He laid a tender kiss on my forehead. Now our noses were touching. Since the moment I'd said yes, my heart had been racing and I didn't think its beat could get any faster than it already was. That's why I surprised myself again when my heart picked up its pace more.

Our mouths were a hairsbreadth away. All we needed was one final blow from the wind to close the space between us. As cheesy as it might sound, it was like a fairytale. His enchanting eyes bored holes into mine. I'd always imagined them as the sky. And it was my whole darn sky and it was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes… and our lips collided… almost stopping the Earth.

His lips were thin and soft. A shiver went through me and I knew it had nothing to do with the cold weather. His lips almost made me fly. I had no idea why I wanted to cry. I was in love with this guy. I felt like hot butter melting with every passing second as our mouths remained glued. I couldn't fathom the joy of my first kiss. Our first kiss. Oh… the taste of true love's kiss.

We finally broke the kiss. My lips were feeling cold again, searching for that nice warmth only his lips could give. But my face was entirely hot and I knew just how red I was. Thankfully, it was night time and I hoped this lamp post wasn't enough for Jon to see how flushed I was. He was looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face, and I couldn't control myself from smiling. I had to bite my lips. I was so shy.

He chuckled. "Hey." He poked my ribs with his index finger.

"Stop," I said, playfully slapping his hand away.

"Come here." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest. "I don't wanna lose you. Ever."

"I won't leave you. Ever." I wrapped my arms around him. Suddenly, I felt like someone threw a brick at my head. Oh snap. "Crap!" I immediately pulled away from him, all panicky.

"What? What's wrong?"

"The shoot!"

He was confused. "What shoot?"

"JBL and Cole Show!" I pulled out my phone to check the time and see if I had any message. "They might be here already!" I was about to get up when Jon started laughing. I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

He laughed some more. I didn't get it. He let out every bit of laughter he still had inside before speaking again. "There's no JBL and Cole Show."

My life was a joke. "What?!"

He looked hesitant, but he was grinning. "Jill, it was a set-up. I just really wanted to be with you tonight. You can ask Punk, Joe, Colby, Bryan, Cody… they all know. And by now they already know too that you're my girlfriend." He smirked.

I gave him a death stare. "You're so bad." He only shrugged and resumed laughing. I found myself laughing along eventually.

And then I remembered everything weird happening to me this entire day.

I started to playfully babble about how weird my night had been and that it was all because of him, but he cut me off by kissing me quickly on the lips.

"Hey!" I slapped his chest softly. "Who said you could steal a kiss from me?"

"What? We're a couple now!"

Welp. That was true. Yeap, that's my man, ladies and gents.

And then we just spent more time on top of the world play fighting. He would catch me and lift me into the cold air and all that romantic stuff. I used to think that these things were cheesy and that they were only for sentimental fools. But now, I was reveling in joy every second and I couldn't even begin to fathom the bliss I was having.

"Jonathan Good – setting Jill Oliveira's heart on fire, 24/7."

I like the sound of that.

A/N: This is the last chapter, but stay tuned for more... ^_^

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