A/N: Thank you to coors1977 and alys for reviewing. I know the whole Kate/John getting together dragged on a bit, but how Kate views herself and why will be important later on. I just want to say to coors1977 it didn't feel as in anyway that you where knocking me at all when you said Kate needed to give herself a break, she does, she just doesn't know how to. I'm glad she seems so real and that was a foreshadowing! Anyway, as always enjoy!-Kiera

The conversation between me and Toby didn't last very long, apparently my Aunt Janet had been around to try and persuade him to come get me. I thanked the gods that I didn't have a hangover the next day, but then remembered all about John and the messiness that was going on there, which made me feel sick. I had more luck avoiding John that day, until the end of the night when he was standing behind me as I was packing away. My heart stopped and I tried to act normal.

"Hey, good show tonight. The crowd was so loud!"

He just smiled and nodded and I desperately tried to figure out what he was going to say. I wondered if I should bring up the night before, but decided against it.

"Is everything alright?" I asked nervously.

"Not really."

"Why what's wrong?"

"Everything you said last night."

Not this again, I really didn't want to have to go over it all, I just wanted to forget it ever happened and be John's friend. I picked up the camera case and started twisting my hair again.

"I told you it was all ok and it is."

"No its not. How can you not see how much I like you? No matter what you say to me I still keep coming back, doesn't that prove anything to you?"

I hadn't even thought of it like that, but there must be a reason.

"I'm not doing this to make you feel special, but you are."

I almost laughed out loud, there wasn't anything remotely special about me, and even my Mum would tell you that. I was just Kate, and that was the end of it.

"John…"

I didn't even get a chance to say anything else, to make an argument of any type because John kissed me. My mind completely froze over and I couldn't move, I just stood there like an idiot when I know I should have been basking in the fact that John Cena was kissing me. By the time my mind had started processing the information John had pulled away and for once I had nothing to say.

"I have no idea how you see yourself or what you think of yourself, but I see a totally different person and you should too. Now, if it isn't too much trouble and if you finally believe me, I would like to take you out. Is that ok?"

I still couldn't move, John took my silence as a yes.

People don't believe me when I say I've never been out on a date. With first boyfriend he just asked me to be his girlfriend one day and that was that, we'd been together a month before actually went out with just the two of us and me and Toby where never boyfriend/girlfriend, we where never in the stage before that. We just went from being friends to being married as quickly as that. I had no idea what to do, how to act, what to wear or where he was taking me. We where going out after the show a week later, so I had to be presentable for work as well which pretty much meant jeans. All attempts with make up and hair products failed miserably and I only had time for lip gloss once the show had finished. I looked a mess and I felt like one too. When I'm nervous I either put the chain I'm wearing in my mouth or mess with my bottom lip which makes me look insane, I was alternating when John showed up and my heart ended up in my throat.

"Ready?" he asked

No, I was never going to be ready. I would need plastic surgery and a stylist to be ready, but there wasn't much time so I just said yes. I was already wondering what John wanted out of this. Just sex? Because I'd been there before. Or could it be possible that he really liked me and wanted something more? I supposed I'd find out.

Dinner went without many problems until just before desert arrived. I was wondering if he though I was a pig if I ordered cake when he suddenly asked

"Why did you come here?"

"What?"

"Why did you come to America? What was so wrong with were you where?"

"Everything," I muttered. "Me and Toby discussed moving somewhere else in England but I needed a clean break."

"Who's Toby?"

I swear my whole brain just screamed 'Shit!'

"Oh Toby, he was my housemate. Best friend really."

John nodded and looked back at his menu. I sighed internally, it wasn't a lie, was it?