**Ellie, you know what? I'm calling you E. Thanks. I don't usually stop writing a story once I start to post it, so this will continue on. Thank you psycho bunny. You gave me the BEST idea for the story! THANK YOU!

Ok does anyone read Anne Rice "The Vampire Chronicles? I've been a huge fan she's ENDING the series in June! Ok I am so pissed off I'm going to cry now. I think she's going to kill Lestat (**

I walk back to the table and slam the apple juice on the table. Misty grins at me. I slam myself on the chair opposite her and lean my elbows on the table.

"I only bought that for you because I want to talk." I make it clear. I'm not still in love with her. She smiles.

"I never said you were. Ooh a bit feisty there John, are we?" She asks.

"No. I just wanted to tell you I am NOT in love with you anymore. I just wanted to let you know so you don't try to hit on me."

"Yeah. Sure. Ok John." She said like she doesn't believe me. I let it slide.

"Alright. How do you do it?"

"How do I do what?"

"You know what I'm talking about!"

"I do not!" She snaps. By the look on her face I know she doesn't know what I'm talking about.

"How do you get people to fall for you so fast? How do you get them to love you years after?" I ask sincerely. She takes a swig of her juice and smiles cockily at me.

"Well," She crosses her legs. "Shouldn't you be able to answer that?"

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" I snap. She leans over; her shirt falls down a little. She knows I looked and she smiles.

"That's how." She sits back triumphantly and smiles.

"I should have known you would use your body."

"Don't you?"

"Don't I what?"

"Don't you use your body to get what you want?"

"I most certainly do not!" I protest. She rolls her eyes.

"I didn't mean as in a prostitute." She emphasizes prostitute. "I mean you're a wrestler right?" I nod. "Well, you use your body. If you were fat and old you wouldn't be half as popular."

"What about Rikishi?" I ask, totally missing her point. She becomes annoyed. She starts swinging her leg and playing with the bottle. That makes me crack up. It makes her even more annoyed.

"John, you missed my point! And why are you laughing?" She snaps. I smile.

"Nothing. Just seeing you play with a bottle, which is long and hard, amuses me." I say innocently. She stands up and almost sends the chair flying back.

"You would!" She snaps and storms away. I sit there laughing. I think I finally cracked.

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I walk back over to Adam and sit down next to him. He barely glances at me. I try coughing and other various techniques but he doesn't look.

"Are you mad at me Adam?" I ask. He smirks.

"No. I love being left alone for an hour in an airport." He answers. I sigh.

"I'm sorry man. I just needed to get some shit straight."

"Have fun." He answers, gets up and walks away.