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Song Credits: Alone With You by Jake Owen

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-Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can't stay.. don't slip your hands up my shirt and tell me it's okay-

The small amount of light that slipped through the crack in John's curtains eased him awake. He stretched out his limbs and let out a satisfied sigh as his joints popped. He paused as his arm hit something solid, yet soft. Smiling slightly, John took in the sight of a sleeping Laleia. Rays of sunlight bounced off her chocolate hair making it shimmer. Both of her hands were folded under her cheek while the rest of her body was curled up in a tight ball. John never understood how but she always managed to stay in the exact same position all night as she slept. Her breathing would also slow to the point where it sometimes scared him that she made no noise as she slept.

In the week that she had been in Boston, other than when she went to visit her niece at her parents' home Laleia barely left John's side. As well within that week, she hadn't heard from Randy. Not even once. It wasn't for lack of trying on Laleia's part. John sighed as he stroked her sleeping face, thinking back to the previous day.

"Guess I missed you again.. fifth time, wow I have terrible timing. Anyway, call me please."

Her small laugh in the message could not hide the pain she was feeling. Laleia loved Randy very much, but John still could never understand why.

"He doesn't deserve you," John murmured as he continued to watch her sleep.

Laleia was not a light sleeper so John didn't worry about starting a fight with his comments. He trailed a hand down her side gently. He smiled as he looked at her sleeping attire: her own pajama shorts covered her bottom while her torso was swimming in one of his old t-shirts. Neither of them slept alone the entire week she was there. However, Laleia had warned John that there were to be no slip-ups of any kind. John frowned slightly. He understood why she laid out these rules but was not happy with them. What he didn't know won't hurt him, right?

There was the conundrum. They had been in this situation before where they had both given in to their urges. Each time it happened, Laleia would act as if it never occurred and avoid John like the plague. John agreed with her terms if only to avoid that situation. But still, he always wondered what would happen if Randy did know about the affairs he and Laleia had had in the past. The night in the tree house was still as fresh in John's mind as it was the moment it had happened almost a year ago.

"How long have you been watching me sleep.."

John's eyes shifted from staring off into space back down to Laleia. Her arms were draped over her face as one of her cerulean eyes poked through the space between them to look up at him. She giggled slightly as she removed her arms from her face to smile up at him. Naturally, he returned her smile with a warm one of his own.

"Not long."

"You need to stop that," Laleia wagged a finger at him gently. John grabbed her finger and twisted it gently.

"Ahhhh! MERCY!" Laleia yelped as John bent her arm back into submission. John laughed and let it go.

"Foolish."

"You're an asshole." Laleia gave him a stern look but he could see a smile trying to break through.

"Just the worst," he chuckled.

Kicking off the covers from her bare legs, Laleia stretched out on John's bed. Before John could react, Laleia had rolled off his bed with a thud. Peering over the edge of the bed, John tucked in his lips. The poor girl was poster child of being accident prone and clumsy.

"Only me," she said before he could make any comments. John burst out laughing as threw his legs over the side of the bed. He scooped up her small body with ease and placed her back on the bed.

"Only you," he agreed, then blew a loud raspberry on her cheek.

John and Laleia took their time getting dressed. As close as they were, Laleia still made John turn around while she changed. Begrudgingly, he respected her wishes but still took advantage of the reflection off his bedside window. He gulped and stumbled as he slipped on pants, catching a glimpse of her bare back and nothing but a small pair of laced panties covering her bottom.

'Oh, God.' His mind muttered. It took all of his resolve not to turn around and take her right there.

It was the Sunday before the Raw Supershow would be emanating from the TD Garden in Boston. Although she had family in the area, Laleia was required to stay in a hotel with the rest of the Creative Department. Meetings for initial story boarding ideas were to begin that afternoon.

"At least let me take you for breakfast," John whined.

Laleia shook her head, "Oh that is exactly what I need. You taking me to breakfast in your home town," she said while shooting him a pointed look.

"Touché," he muttered as he turned onto the highway. John wanted to take her to the hotel himself; there was no point in having her pay for a cab when he was going to see a few of the boys at the hotel anyway. They spent the majority of the hour long drive into the city in a comfortable silence.

John pulled into the underground parking lot of the historic Park Plaza hotel. He then drove to the most deserted end of the lot and parked in the furthest spot possible. Putting his SUV in park, John slipped on sunglasses then flipped up the hood of his sweatshirt.

"I would hate to have to do that all the time," Laleia motioned to John's attempt at disguise.

John shrugged, "Comes with the territory."

"And I thank God everyday that I stay backstage.."

Laleia rolled her suitcase along the hard, concrete floor of the parking lot up to the elevator. In an almost protective motion, John hurried Laleia into the elevator then pushed the 'Close Door' button. Laleia raised a brow as the doors slid shut but didn't question his motives. As the doors reopened, Laleia stepped out alone and moved to the front desk. John rode along in the elevator until Laleia texted him her room number. Patiently, he waited at the door of her hotel room on the 10th floor.

"Yes, Roxanne, I'm here. Yes, I know the meetings begin in an hour.."

John peered around the corner at the sound of her voice. Laleia paused as she turned the corner then frowned as she turned her phone off.

"Oh, no," she protested, "a room right on the corner?"

"Can you explain to me why Vince has the creative staff stay here and not the Radisson or something?"

Laleia slid her card key into the old door then pushed her way inside, "Apparently he gets some sort of business deal here."

"Guy's a billionaire," John shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed her in, "you think he could spring for something bigger."

"Yeah, you'd think that wouldn't you?" Laleia shook her head and tossed her bag into the corner of the small room.

"Why aren't you staying with Randy?" John pried gently, but winced upon receiving a glare from Laleia.

"For some reason, Vince has been corralling the whole of Creative in a hotel separate from the Superstars," Laleia explained in a huff.

John chuckled, "You're just pissed you have this corner room next to the elevator."

"You and I both know that any high school kids with credit cards spend their weekends here."

"Hey, we used to be those kids," John smiled.

Laleia pushed her hair from her face and smiled slightly, "Exactly my point."

In order to kill some time, John and Laleia decided to relax and watch some television. However, they wound up turning down the volume of a local cable show as they became enthralled in a conversation. They spoke of memories they had in this very hotel: Laleia's first illegal drink at John's insistence, John's first near arrest, both of their first blackout moments. They laughed at all the stupid things they'd done as teenagers.

"Oh, how times have changed," Laleia mused.

"And now, you're getting married.."

Laleia looked up at John. He was right, it was a little over a month until Laleia and Randy's wedding. John still would not agree to be in attendance, but in her gut, Laleia knew he wouldn't miss it for the world.

"I am indeed," Laleia turned to stare at the ceiling. So much had happened in four years. Two relationships that almost tore John and Laleia apart for good. A pregnancy that unexpectedly brought them back together. More fights than they had ever taken part in within the first 13 years of their friendship. And now a wedding; not the one either one of them had predicted.

"Hard to believe." John murmured.

"I'm almost 32, John," Laleia kept her eyes on the ceiling; "I wasn't going to be single forever."

John had no response for her. It wasn't that he expected her to be single forever. It wasn't even that he had expected her to wait for him. It was the fact that they both had dropped the ball on what could have been their own relationship that bothered him. It pissed him off that whenever they got close to anything that resembled a relationship that she would run. However, if the past four years had taught him anything, he was just as at fault as Laleia was.

"You have to tell him."

Laleia sat up and turned to look at him, "What?"

"You have to tell him," John repeated as he caught her gaze.

"John," Laleia shook her head, "you know I can't do that."

"As much as I hate him, he deserves to know, Bambi," John urged.

"Do not Bambi me when it comes to this," Laleia growled.

John sat up as Laleia shot off the bed, "Laleia, you slept with me while you were still with him."

"Keep your goddamn voice down.."

"I will not!" John's temperature was beginning to rise. How could she not feel guilty for marrying a man on whom she cheated?

"He will never know about us." The muscle in Laleia's jaw was beginning to jump as she tried to keep her temper in check.

"If you won't tell him, I will."

Laleia's whole body began to burn. She turned to face John as he stood behind her. Searching his eyes for clues, her body began to shake.

"You wouldn't do that to me."

John coughed a laugh, "Ley, you are doing this to yourself."

"Stop it, John."

"Laleia," John took in a breath to calm his ever rising temper, "you surprise me."

Laleia crossed her arms, "You cannot say you wouldn't do the same."

"Frankly, Laleia, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

"You are a fucking liar, John Cena," Laleia snarled as she pushed him away.

"You've never been on the receiving end of being cheated on."

"Get off your high horse, John."

"You have no idea what it's like," John spat.

"Then help me prevent him from feeling that pain," Laleia begged, "it takes two to tango. We were both in the wrong. I know you hate him, but you're preaching how much it hurt, yet you're the one wanting to inflict that pain on another person.

"But-"

"I'm done talking about this, John," Laleia's eyes flicked to her watch, "I'm going to be late for my meetings."

"I stand by what I said," John crossed his arms, "you need to tell him."

Laleia grabbed her briefcase, "And if you love me like you claim to, you won't say a word."

As Laleia calmly waltzed out of the room, John sat back on the bed defeated. He couldn't say anything now. If he did, surely he'd never see her again. Still, he couldn't believe how selfish she was being. This wasn't the Laleia he loved. He just wished he could understand what had changed her so. Regardless, John prayed that she would come to her senses; he would be there to catch her when she fell. Gingerly, he pushed off the bed and left her hotel room. Crossing the hallway, he took the emergency exit to a separate floor then took the elevator down to the parking lot.

As the noise in the hallway came to a halt, Roxanne emerged from around the corner. Her heart was pounding as she vibrated with excitement. Every word out of Laleia and John's mouths about their affair was now in her grasp. Laleia had been a thorn in her side from the moment she had confronted Stephanie about Roxanne's impromptu script changes. She despised Laleia for forcing her to walk on eggshells even in a position of authority. Her lips curled into a wicked smile. Everything was about to change.

"Karma's a bitch, Laleia..."


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