A/N: Woohoo! My exams went well today! Surprisingly... I officially love math and english literature! Ok, I'm so dorkie...Gets pelted with eggs... I shall treat you all with an update and if you've been waiting for some John and Torrie action... wahey, you got it! wink wink

Chapter Twelve

Torrie sat with her head against the bathroom wall, her eyes swollen and blinded by tears. She bit her lip and sobbed trying not to wake anyone. But turns out she did.

"Torrie, oh my God are you ok?" John asked rushing into the bathroom and picking her up gently. She hugged him tightly, surprising John.

"Oh John," she cried. "I don't want to be here… I'm so scared!"

"Shh it's ok," he assured her. "It'll be alright, I'm here…"

"I hate staying here! I just can't help but feel that there's something bad about my room!" she wailed.

"Don't cry please," he asked of her. "That won't make things better…"

"Well what can I do?" asked Torrie. "I'm a girl!"

"Is this about Randy?" he asked. She paused.

"I miss him so damn much John," she replied. "Don't you miss your girlfriend?"

"Heather? Sure I do…" he lied.

"I don't even know why I'm here, I hated the idea of it and I only came her so that you'd come too!"

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes really! If not I'd be Christmas shopping or hitting the gym with Randy right now!"

"Are you drunk?" asked John.

"No…" she said softly. "But I wish I were… that'd help me forget…"

"I'm sorry you had to come because of me…" he frowned, breaking apart their hug. His shirtsleeve was completely drenched in her tears. He looked into her sweet eyes and wiped the tears of her face.

"If there's anything I can do to make it better I-" John said but was interrupted by Torrie.

"Stay with me tonight…"

"What?"

"Stay with me tonight…" she repeated.

"I know but what? Why?"

"John I could really use a friend… I tried waking Dawn but she took four sleeping pills and it's like waking up the dead…"

"Dawn of the Dead," he chuckled. She smiled too.

"Please?" she asked as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.

"Sure thing," he smiled.

The two lay awkwardly on the mattress narrow, sharing the towel. They stayed still and silent, it had been a long time since they were this close to each other.

"I'm sorry to bother you John," Torrie apologised finally breaking the ice.

"Don't worry about it," he shrugged. "Anything for you,"

"Anything?" she asked.

"Yes, anything…" he answered, unsure of whether that was a good idea.

"Could you not hog the towel please?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Oh…" he said as he let go of his end of the towel and covering her with it.

"If you don't feel right you can just leave after I sleep…" she suggested.

"Anything," he shrugged once again, facing her with his arm propped up, supporting his head. He watched her and waited for her to face him. There was hardly any light, except for the moon, shinning through the thin blue curtains, highlighting her face and curvaceous body.

"Do you miss your girlfriend?" asked Torrie curiously.

"No, not really to think about it…" he answered modestly. "Do you miss Randy?"

"No, not now," she whispered gazing into his eyes. She watched him move closer, she moved towards him. They closed their eyes and let their lips do the rest, engaging in a avid kiss. She felt his arm slither around her, cradling her. They both rolled, John on top of her, John's hands cupped Torrie's face firmly, Torrie's arms caressing the back of his neck and the other around his waist. She slid her hand up his shirt, removing it. John removed his shorts without hesitation, the two still locking lips, he removed her tank top and shorts, they both stripped off their undergarments and looked at each other with grins on their faces and indulged in a satisfying night of passionate love making.

A/N: Phew that was steamy... wipes sweat off brow You know what to do, read and review...