A/N: Sorry, this is a really weak chapter, I wrote it and didn't know what I was doing… sorry but I can't get myself to focus, my mind is somewhere else at the moment. fears another writer's block

Please make your reviews as honest as possible, I welcome criticism. Just DON'T comment about the pairings, I will not add Stacy in this story. She won't fit into the plot. Soz.

Chapter Fourteen

Torrie lay on her wafer-thin mattress with an ice pack to the left side of her head, in fact the left side of her entire body due to the fall. Dawn and John were in the room with her. John sat on Dawn's mattress whilst Dawn sat next to Torrie, comforting her when Big Show walked in.

"You're lucky John was there to save you," chuckled Show. "Are you better now?"

"No…" answered Torrie as she gazed at the ceiling, thinking of what she had done the previous night.

"Well it's fine Torrie, I mean we're all scared of spiders," Dawn smiled stroking Torrie's hair. Torrie glared over at John who was the wise-ass who came up with the whole 'I saw a spider and fainted' idea… John looked away uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.

"I'm sure it was huge, I mean the bigger ones are poisonous… I'm freakin' scared of spiders" admitted Show. Dawn, John and Torrie looked at him strangely. "What? I am ok…"

"Well if it's ok with you, I'm gonna get breakfast… I slept well last night and now I'm up and starving," said Dawn. Torrie nodded and allowed Dawn and Show to leave. It was the two of them left all alone, again.

"So me and you…" said Torrie.

"Yeah we did…"

"With Dawn…"

"In the room, yes," nodded John.

"Whoa… didn't she wake up?"

"Yes she did actually…"

"W-what?" stammered Torrie. "Did she see us?!"

"She woke up and went 'I am Dawn of the Dead!' in a really creepy voice and I think she was sleep-talking… But don't worry, she went back to sleep after that."

"Do you realise that you took advantage of me?" she asked in a serious tone. John looked at her, offended by her comment.

"Hey, you looked perfectly awake to me! You should've told me you were on crazy pills or something…"

"I had some of Dawn's sleeping pills cos I couldn't sleep…" she sighed as she slapped her forehead, knowing that she shouldn't have taken those pills.

"Look I'm sorry I scared you last night, and I'd never dream of taking advantage of you and you know that!" he assured her. "I'm kinda sorry to say I enjoyed it…"

"You what?!"

"Hey don't freak out ok! Don't deny that there's always been a sort of tension between us! Being so close together again just brought back memories…"

"Don't keep using our past as an excuse John," Torrie said rolling her eyes. "I just feel bad, for not feeling as bad as I should… I mean, I wish our past could be an excuse but it's just so, so, so, wrong… "

"Look, last night all you needed was a little comforting cos you missed Randy… and you were tired and confused…"

"I was half asleep John…" she said firmly. "Whatever happened last night wasn't real ok, I was sleep-talking, sleep-walking… sleep-shagging even!"

"Don't get so stressed out! Chill!" he said casually, putting a comforting arm around her. "I don't feel guilty for what I've done. Not one single bit… because I know I'm wasting my time with Heather."

"Really?"

"Yes really. Last night don't you think we both sorta confessed something? I mean… I would never take advantage of you like that! Never! I really do care for you…"

"That won't make things better,"

"Are you happy with Randy?"

"What? Of course!" she answered unconvincingly.

"You could be happier with me…"

"I'm not sure John…"

"Break up with him…"

"No… No! No I won't do that to him! He loves me and trusts me…"

"And now you've broken that!"

"Dumping him for you won't make things better!"

"But at least you're being honest to yourself!"

"Who said I had feelings for you anyway?"

"I can see it in your eyes Torrie," he answered. "I still love you… I'm sure you love me too! Just admit it!"

"There will always be something between us," she smiled. "But that's over… we're over…"

"What are the odds of bumping into your first love somewhere in future? Very thin, don't you think we're together again for a reason?"

"John, you're beginning to sound like Dawn…"

"But last night was amazing," John grinned. "You learnt some new tricks!"

"Seven years changes a lot John," she smirked. He smiled and held her hand tightly as he kissed her forehead. "It feels unreal, I can't believe I'd sleep with you."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked insulted.

"No, nothing against you but, I'd never thought I'd cheat on a boyfriend… and I hate that I don't feel as guilty as I should be feeling…"

"So you don't feel bad?"

"Not really… and that's bad! That's terrible… what kind of girlfriend am I?"

"A good girlfriend, for me…" he said, with that he leaned in and pecked her on the lips. "I'm prepared to leave Heather for you… after last night, my feelings for you have grown stronger and I can't hide them anymore…"

"I've got to admit, I've been having dreams of you lately. When we were on the plane I dreamt that we were going to crash and you turned around and told me you loved me, that's all I had ever wanted to hear from you…"

"So you'll break up with Randy?"

"…Yes," she hesitated to answer.

"That's not convincing enough…"

"Maybe I don't want to break up with him…" she sighed. "I just need a little time to think this through, it hasn't sunk it yet…"

"Ok," John nodded disappointedly. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving her alone in her room.

Torrie lay down and chucked the ice pack away asking herself why she wasn't feeling guilty-ridden. Just then Dawn had returned with a plate of scrambled eggs.

"Hey," Dawn greeted, she lay the plate and fork and knife next to Torrie. "I got this for you,"

"Dawn I'm confused," she sighed.

"Is this about John?" asked Dawn sitting next to Torrie. Torrie nodded with a frown. "Look, you haven't seen each other for such a long time. He was your first boyfriend. That's a special bond you two have. He was your first love…you just never forget them."

"I hate it when people say that… that's no excuse for anything."

"Ok, well… listen to what I have to say and see if it relates to you." suggested Dawn. "You see his face in every guy you date, you just can't get him out of your head. When you hear his voice or someone's similar to it, you tremble and go all weak at the knees, goose bumps covering every inch of your frigid body. When you see him, your mind freaks out and your try to play it cool but manage to make yourself look like an idiot, and then he looks at you dead in the eye - you melt inside. The softness in his eyes makes you want to tear yourself up inside. You imagine your conversation with him in your mind and at night, he's all you think about. You cry yourself to sleep wondering why you had to let him go in the first place then wonder what it would've been like if you hadn't broken up. Then soon, you realise, you're in love with him. All over again."

Shit. Dawn was right. Back when Randy had asked her out in the cafeteria, she recalled looking at Randy and only seeing John in him. She had picked out all the similar characteristics that Randy and John had, like their cocky-smirks, their sense of humour. Basically she loved the 'John' in Randy.

"I have to do something," Torrie said coming to a realisation. She got up in a hurry, finally realising what she wanted to do, no matter if it was wrong or right. There was no wrong or right in love.

She hurried over to the kitchen, where John was alone, sipping on orange juice. She ran over to him and leapt into his arms and planting a kiss on his lips.

"So I guess that means you'll break up with him!" John laughed surprisingly.

"Yes!" she chuckled as she hugged him tightly.

"Tell me your not dreaming…" he joked as they broke apart. She pinched his cheek playfully.

"I better not be…"