Sorry this chapter is like a page shorter then usual but I really just wanted to start writing about the match and decided to save that for the next chapter! So enjoy and don't forget to review! I love hearing all the great things you guys hafta say!
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Kiara Dailie adjusted the bag over her shoulder and kept her gaze to the ground like John had told her too—less people recognize you that way, was his claim. She heard him yawn to her left and grinned after remembering what had happened that morning.
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The alarm started to go off and Kiara felt someone nudge her in the back to try and wake her up.
"Kia, shut that off. It's too early."
Squinting her eyes after hearing a male's voice, she looked at the clock before quickly turning over to face whoever the voice belonged too. John was laying there, a peaceful look on his face as he burrowed further down into the covers.
She looked around suspiciously and lifted the covers up to take a quick peek and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw they were both still fully clothed. She turned off the alarm and then rolled back over to face him, her curiosity getting the best of her.
So what's your story John, what aren't you telling me, she asked herself silently. She reached her index finger out to brush an eyelash off of his cheek and froze when he opened his eyes.
"I could do with waking up like this every morning." He mumbled with his eyes only half-opened and a tired smile across his lips. He took her hand in his own and tucked them under his chin, causing Kiara to move a little bit closer towards him. "So did you sleep well?" He asked.
"Why are you in my bed?" She asked instead of answering him.
He shrugged lazily. "I didn't want to go back up to my room so I just stayed here until you fell asleep and then joined you."
Kiara pushed back the covers and swung her legs over the bed as she sat there contemplating what he just said.
"Are you alright?" He asked, sitting behind her and resting a hand on her shoulder.
Kiara nodded and kept her gaze forward so he wouldn't see the look on her face. "I'm good. I think it was just something I ate yesterday." She jumped off the bed and walked over to her suitcase where she dug through it nervously. When she found what she was looking for she dashed into the bathroom. "I'll be right out!" She called to him as she slammed the door.
"You just made a complete fool of yourself." She whispered to her reflection in the mirror, splashing some cold water on her face. She quickly changed from her pajamas into some appropriate, comfortable flight clothes and was out of the bathroom in less then twenty minutes.
"Don't come out yet!" Kiara heard John yell from the room as she began to turn the doorknob.
"Why not?" She called back.
"It's a surprise!" He replied and despite the fact curiosity was getting the better of her, she put the toilet seat down and sat on that.
She propped her head on her hand and felt like going back to sleep when the door was pushed open and John poked his head around.
"Can I come out now?" Kiara asked dryly and he nodded. She stuffed her dirty clothes into the bag and followed him out into the room. "You ordered breakfast from the room service." She commented dumbly.
"Not only that." He started, taking her by the elbow and guiding her over to the bed. "But I talked to the lady down in the kitchen and asked her what was the best stuff to give someone who wasn't feeling well and I got some of that. I packed your stuff too and already called a cab so you wouldn't have to do any of that stuff."
Kiara stood there in awe, not finding the heart to tell him she just said that because he made her really uncomfortable, and forced a smile. "You really didn't need to do this."
At the rate this was going, she expected him to give her some incredibly heartfelt answer and instead he just shrugged. "I need you to be healthy so we can both kick ass tomorrow."
Relief washed over her. "Well thank you for caring about my ass kicking abilities Cena. I really appreciate it."
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And it had been weird, but for some reason she was immensely relieved when he was just worried about how she was going to do in his match against the Undertaker and not because he had feelings for her. That would have been too weird and she honestly probably wouldn't have been able to handle that.
Kiara shifted in the seat on the bus as soon as she felt her neck start to cramp and then looked up as she heard the driver say they were about fifteen minutes away from the arena for the house show. She nudged John with her elbow and right away he started to whine.
"Don't wake me up yet, I was having this really good dream about this hot ass girl and—"
Kiara cleared his throat and he opened his eyes and started to blush.
"I'm just used to traveling with guys." He explained. "They can relate to the stories I tell them. Why'd you wake me up anyway?"
"Because we're almost there and I figured I should give you some time to primp." She said teasingly, sitting back and watching him do exactly that. Once he was finished she shook her head. "Are you done now?"
"Yes, I'm done now." He replied, mocking her bored tone of voice. He followed her off of the bus and into the arena where tomorrow he'd be going up against one of the most intimidating men in the whole federation, and Kiara would be right there in his corner cheering him on.
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So I still don't know if the two should get together or not and I'm still not sure what John's problem should be. Any suggestions??