The club Ava gave him directions to was so new he hadn't even heard of it yet. But Ava was already on the guest list, or her alter ego was.

"Welcome to Rendezvous Ms. Styles, right this way."

The bouncers unclipped the velvet rope and let the two of them past, shouting to someone else to show them up to a private suite.

"You can take off your sunglasses." John shouted to Ava over the pounding music.

"That's what you think. They cost nearly eight thousand dollars, I need to get my wear out of them." She replied, pushing the door to the suite opening and tipping the bouncer.

The private suite was made entirely out of glass, dimly lit and decorated in cream standing high above the dancers and drinkers below. Ava threw her bag and coat onto one of the sofa's and went over to the main wall. She put her hands on the glass and looked down.

"Sometimes I think I don't belong here." she muttered so low that John didn't hear.

He stood right behind her and looked over her shoulder.

"Sometimes I don't think me and Josh are meant to be together." she went on. "Sometimes I think I should of just stayed where I was."

Once again, John heard nothing. Ava turned back to him.

"Come on, let's order ridiculously expensive drinks."

She picked the menu up and scanned it quickly. John wanted to ask her more about what had happened in the parking lot. For that brief second that she had cried, when she'd been human again, John wasn't sure what to do. He had adapted to Hollywood's version of Ava Carson so quickly that he couldn't remember how to handle the real her. Where was the script when he needed it? By the time Ava's voice had snapped him out of his thoughts, where was someone in the room ready to take his drinks order.

"I'll just have a beer" he said quietly and Ava dismissed the man with a wave of her hand. She got up and went back to the wall.

"This is the first time I've been out without an entourage of fifty since....."

"Before you met Josh." John finished with her. It wasn't a question because he knew.

She nodded. "Yep. Me and the girls I use to live with would lie to get into bars in the hope some casting director would see us and catapult us to fame. It's stupid really."

"It happened to you."

She nodded again. "Yeah. I was just a nobody."

"You where never a nobody."

Ava laughed, a stage laugh of course. "Don't go all sentimental on me John. I was a nobody, but no matter what happens as of now, I'll never be a nobody again. People will always remember me."

The man came in and set their drinks down before leaving quickly.

"Do you ever wish....."

"No." Ava interrupted. Whatever he had to say, she didn't need to hear. "I've got everything I dreamed of. I don't wish I had anything else, I don't need it."

We know this isn't true, because ever since she said John instead of James, as much as she would of loved to deny it, Ava knew she was falling back in love with him. She wished she had him. Even when the thoughts went through her head then, she was quick to chase them away and remind herself of gorgeous Josh somewhere in Africa, of her Oscar in the display cabinet of her mansion in Hollywood and of her millions in the bank. Her and John never worked the first time around, they certainly wouldn't work out now, nine years later. Not with so much between them now.

Nathen didn't speak to Ava for two whole days, which was just fine with her. She was still debating whether or not to fire his ass. There where thousands of people all dying to work for a star like her, replacing him would be no problem. She was halfway through shooting a scene when Nathen stormed on set.

"Cut!" he yelled. "Cut!"

"Hey! That's my line!" the director shouted.

"What is going on?" Ava asked.

"I need to talk to you right now."

He grabbed her, digging the tiffany's bracelet into her arm and dragging her off the set into her trailer. Wouldn't this be the final straw for you? If you earned millions of dollars and was adored by millions of people world wide, would you let a nobody humiliate you in front of Eric Bana?

"Explain this to me!" he shouted holding something up.

Ava didn't even look at it. "I don't have to explain anything to you."

"No. But you will have to explain to the world's media and your husband. You told me nothing was going on."

Only then did she take the thing out of his hand. It was another magazine and on it's front page there was a huge picture of Ava and John in the club.

'EXCLUSIVE! Ava Carson's secret affair! Full details inside and we talk to Ava's sister!'

If it had been the same magazine as last time, she would of dismissed it. Only it wasn't. It was a good, reputable magazine, one she read herself. Ava quickly flipped to the pages it stated the story as being on. There where three pictures, one of the two of them in high school, one at the wedding and one at the club. She began to read but Nathen pulled it from her hands and did it for her.

"It looks like it's over for Josh and Ava Carson as we exclusively reveal Ava's affair with high school sweetheart and wwe superstar John Cena. If our pictures of the two seen getting close two nights ago aren't proof enough we spoke to Justine Ashcroft, Ava's older sister who confirmed it all." Nathen lowered the magazine. "How can you just throw this all away! Ava are you insane!"

"I am not having an affair with John! We went out for drinks after you abandoned me and that was it! It's nothing!"

"Ava this is twice something like this has showed up since you two met back up. Even your own sister says something is going on!"

"That I can sort right now." Ava told him getting up.

It was time for a little trip home.

John didn't see the magazine, and to say he didn't even know about it would be a lie. His mother called him that morning as soon as she returned from the store.

"I hope you know that you're breaking up a marriage!" was how she started the conversation

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

"You and Ava Carson! It's all over the magazines! I mean of course I remember you had a thing when you where kids, but I didn't know you where seeing her again. John I thought more of you! She's married!"

"I've seen her, but I'm not seeing her. We're friends. We e-mail."

"They say you're having an affair! Even her sister said so!"

John swore mentally. Things could only get worse, and of course we know they will.