Chapter 2

A/N: Like always, I'm being stupid and starting this chapter early. It's going to end up coming out late and stuff being wrong… Whatever. I'm going to try to get it out today, which will really be awesome. I love being awesome.

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(And yeah, I'm done with HBW… I know there's still some questions and stuff left, but I promise most of them will be answered in this one: ) )

Eventually everyone did wake up. In this slow, boring process, John, Chris, and Randy fell asleep; and Seany was left to lie on the couch and wake for something fun to happen.

She was thinking about the first few months that she had known John and Chris. The Eiffel tower- where all three of them had been surprised at one time or another and ended up taking home a gift that Seany had no clue was coming. Although the only person who didn't enjoy Napoleon was Chris; he was slowly but surely growing fonder of the cat.

As if on cue Napoleon strolled into the room, only about half the size he was supposed to grow to be. Of course he was still growing, but anyone could tell that the kitten would be small. He really was a doll- a real suck up to Seany, and even sometimes John. He only bothered Chris because he knew he could get away with it, and who would pass up an opportunity like that?

Seany grinned and whistled at him, causing his small black ears to perk up. As if he was a dog, Napoleon's tail began to sway from side to side as he trotted over to the soft fabricated couch, jumping up and onto Seany's side. As he purred he dug himself a space in between Seany and Chris, curling up into a ball on top of the blanket.

"Hey baby boy," Seany whispered, scratching behind Napoleon's silky ears.

"Yeah, same to you." Randy said smoothly from across the room, lying still on the floor beside the couch that John was sleeping on. "This is so friggin' boring." He added in a low yawn, resting his head on his arms.

"Shut up." Chris muttered, pulling himself closer to Seany.

2 ½ hours later…

Seany had finally fallen asleep when it was time for a certain someone to wake her up again- someone who had already awaken her that morning. Except this time it had a twist; he was waking her up to the tune of 'Deck the Halls'.

"Time to get up out of be-ed," Randy started, throwing on the lights. "Fa-la la-la-la, la-la la-la. If you don't you will be de-ead; Fa-la la-la-la, la-la la-la!" He ripped the covers off of her, causing Napoleon to tumble onto her in an angry ball of soft fur. "There's some breakfast on the ta-ble-"

"My god!" Chris yelled, pulling Napoleon off his face. "I knew I should have never let you in."

Randy grinned proudly. "Hey, c'mon- Demi's got breakfast ready." He informed them, winking at the two as he finally left them alone and walked away.

"Demi can cook?" Seany asked quietly, turning her head to face Chris.

He shrugged. "I guess so."

15 minutes later…

"Yee-haw y'all!" Randy exclaimed spontaneously, mostly out of effort to get his new accessory noticed. He had two chairs, one to sit in and one to prop his feet on, with a white cowboy hat on his head to cover most of his dark hair. "I'm so hungry it's not even funny."

Seany began to laugh just out of spite of him. "Really? I thought it was hilarious." She started to sit down at the table, now once again serious. "God, I can't remember the last time I even tried to cook. I suck at it." She admitted, scooting her chair back slightly.

"Wait- stop." Randy commanded her, causing her to freeze all of her movements while she was in the process of sitting down. "Is that a stretched-out stomach I see?" He asked, lifting up her shirt slightly so there was a clear view of her bulging-belly.

"Yes, and it's about the 5 millionth time you've seen it." Seany responded, pulling her shirt back down to the way it was before and sitting down. "What's up Dave?" She asked the wrestler across the table, who was clearly not completely awake.

"Huh? Oh, nothing much." He responded, looking down at his plate that consisted of eggs, bacon, and a glass of milk in front of him. Everyone's was the exact same thing- except for their drinks, which varied from person to person. Seany had orange juice, John was drinking Gatorade (yes, for breakfast); Chris and Randy were drinking orange juice and Demi was drinking milk.

"You need a girlfriend." Randy said, taking a bite off of a strip of bacon and chewing it while he talked. "Really."

"Uh, no." Dave muttered, picking at his eggs.

"Dude, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Seany- how frickin' awesome would it be to watch her and Demi make out?"

Randy was close to being knocked out of his chair by the pillow that hit him upside the face. "Not at all." Chris answered, taking the pillow and flinging it to where he had first gotten it. "Unless we weren't married. Then it would be cool."

"Chris!"

"I mean no. Not cool."

It continued on to be quiet, except for the pinging sound of John hitting his silverware against the plate, and his glass hitting the table just a little too hard- while everyone else ate in what could closely resemble peace. If Randy wasn't there.

"God, this freakin' butter…" Randy muttered as he tried to get 'just the right amount' of butter to use on the roll of bread that Demi had made everyone. Seany had to admit that she was quite the cook.

"Here- stop, let me help." Seany stood up a corner of the way, reaching for the knife in Randy's hand when the chunk of butter that he had been trying to uncover finally got loose. And hit her square in the face. "Randy!" She screamed, falling back down into her chair as she tried to clean her face off.

"Man, that was so gay." John smirked from the other side of the table, mocking Randy.

"Oh, you want some too?" Randy asked, holding up another blob of the dairy on the knife.

"Psh, bring it on bi-"

The word hadn't left John's mouth before the pile of butter was sent his way. "Shit!" He swore, wiping at his face as he fumbled around with silverware.

"Oh, payback is a bitch."

John threw some eggs at him- while Randy threw the orange juice out of his drink across the table. It wasn't long before you couldn't tell who was throwing what, and there was a distinct line between each side of the table- marked by the constantly flying food.

Seany couldn't do anything but watch through the amount of butter that was still smeared on her face. All she knew was that she wouldn't be the one to wash their clothes that night. It was actually amusing to her to watch the fight- a real entertainment. For free.

"My breakfast!"

The exclamation in shock, disappointment, and sheer hurt is what caused both men to stop what they were doing and look at whoever had said it in such a high pitched voice.

High pitched meant a woman's. There were two women- Seany and Demi. Seany was quiet, enjoying the fight, and would have said something earlier if it would have really bothered her. Besides, Seany didn't make or buy the breakfast, so it wasn't hers. Which left one person for the voice to belong to.

Demi had a few spots of eggs and some of the gravy for the rolls on her blouse. She was standing stock still, as if frozen. Her deep blue eyes were moving from John to Randy, as if begging them to apologize. She looked as if she were about to cry- and Seany wouldn't blame her; if Seany ever knew how to cook, and she had spent so much time on a good breakfast just for it to be wasted by a food fight between two idiots; she would cry too.

"I- Demi..." John started, brushing off what he could off of his hands. She merely shook her head and hurried away, leaving Seany now angry at them and the rest of the room quiet. "Dammit!" John hit his fist against the table, his hands looking like he had just stuck them in a bag of flour.

"I can't believe you guys." Seany shook her head, feeling sorry for the girl. "Do you know how long it took her to make this?" She asked, getting no reply from either one. "You're so immature." She muttered angrily, under her breath but loud enough for everyone to hear it.

Another 1 ½ hours later…

Everyone had gone their separate ways- Seany went to the second floor for her room up there, lying her bed and watching TV; still angry at the two and hoping that Demi was alright. She had a 'grumpy' expression on her face, and didn't watch anything for more than five minutes before she changed the channel and glanced out the window just incase Demi had gone outside.

Chris had checked on Seany a few times, but got the hint after the second time that she really didn't want any company. Even if he didn't do anything wrong. That didn't stop him from walking around and stopping by every 15 or 20 minutes, but it did stop him from going in there and lying in the bed with her.

John had chased after Demi, and by what Chris had told Seany, was still frantically searching for her after an hour. It was a big place, and anyone could easily hide there without being found. Randy had actually lived there for a week without any of the three knowing- until the last day, when he came up and told them he was moving back into his 'boring old house'.

He himself had gone downstairs into the arcade room, hooking up a PS2 to the wall TV to try and play his guilt away; but continuously lost. Every now and then they could hear him yell at the TV or throw a controller or something against the wall- but no one went after him. It was just a mistake, and some harmless fun gone bad. Seany really didn't mark him guilty for it.

Dave had staid on the bottom floor, on the deck beside the kitchen. There he could sit and think about things, be alone- and help Seany look for Demi. No one could blame Dave for the incident, and being so kind and down to Earth, he would easily be someone to talk to the other woman and get her to come back inside with at least just him or Seany.

It was about 15 minutes later when Seany finally left her room to go to the bathroom. Instead of going her usual route, down the hall and take a left; she went up the stairs next to her room and to one of the third floor bathrooms. At the time she didn't know what made her do it, but she found out what her intuition was telling her as soon as the reached the top of the stairs.

"John, it wasn't fair and it wasn't funny."

If Seany were Napoleon, her ears would have instantly perked up to the sound of the other woman's voice. It was a little cracked, as if she was crying or was about to- but Seany knew it was her; and if it wasn't for her saying John's name, then she would have rushed into the room across the hall from the bathroom.

"Dem, look- I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you." John's voice sounded soft and sincere, and Seany couldn't help but smile at it. She had only heard it once or twice, but you would have never guessed that he actually had it in him.

"Then you should have thought about that before you did it." Seany looked through the crack in the doorway just in time to see Demi cross her arms and turn from him. The look on John's face was filled with desperation and almost had a begging look to it.

"Demi please don't do this."

Seany was shocked at John's words. Was he actually begging to a girl? To anyone? She almost fell on her face as she watched him put his hands on her shoulders and move them down so they were cupping her elbows while her arms were still crossed.

"Why? Why should I even try?" Demi asked, turning around to face him. Seany could see a few tears silently slide down her cheeks. "It's not just what happened today John, you know that. You keep telling me; 'Oh, I want to take care of you, I love you Demi… Stay with me Demi, but don't tell anyone.' I'm fed up with it!" She admitted harshly, wiping away a few of the tears that were still on her face; yet she stopped as some more tears began to fall. "You're ashamed of me, John."

John looked as if he was at a loss of words. "No I'm not." He defended quietly, moving his hands down to hers. "I'm not."

"Yes you are! You said that Seany found out, big deal! You told her not to tell anyone, and she's kept her mouth shut. John, she and Chris are together, why can't we be open about it?" Demi asked, deeply hurt and frustrated about everything.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt." He answered simply, causing Demi to cry slightly harder.

"Well, good try with that one." She replied, turning back away from him and looking out the window. "How do you think I feel right now?"

There was a pause before John answered. Seany's hand was already over her mouth, to keep her from gasping at every detail of news that was sent her way. Eavesdropping her ass- it was getting her places, and she could use it to help.

"Demi, Seany has been hurt. That Jesse guy came close to breaking her arm. He's out for bloody revenge, and Chris and I stomped his ass into the ground. If he ever found out about you…" He stopped, moving closer to her and putting her arms around her gently from behind. "I love you, and if anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I would do."

The words did strike a chord that rang forgiveness in Demi; but she just couldn't take it. "I've been hurt John. I don't care who's out for revenge, and who stomped who into the ground. I don't care about that." She whispered, turning back around with her hands on his chest. "I love you too John; and you need to figure out what you would do right now. Because if a broken arm is that bad, I'm coming awfully close to having my heart broken. And you'll be the one to do it."

It almost made Seany cry. She cared about John and Demi, and didn't want either one to have to go through what they were. God, if John's heart ever broke she didn't know what she would do. He acted so tough with women on the outside, yet here he was, almost begging a woman to stay with him. He wouldn't look too sharp for a couple of weeks after.

John just leaned over and kissed her. Nothing fancy; just a good, heartfelt kiss. A romantic kiss. God, Seany wanted to be kissed like that. Crying and upset and her man's all upset and all the sudden he kisses her because he really does love her and wants to protect her. A million-dollar movie.

He pulled away after a few seconds; a few minutes after Seany's heart had began to melt for the couple. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked quietly, and Seany and John both knew that Demi had already forgiven him. She nodded a little at first, and then slightly faster.

"Yeah." She replied, resting her head on his chest as he held her closer. Things really were changing.

A/N: Sorry to stop it so soon! It will go on in the next chapter, but I thought I'd go ahead and add this to this chapter. Ain't it great? –giggles over story- I'm excited, no clue why. Anyways, can't wait to hear the reviews that every person who reads this will send in. Right? RIGHT!