I bit my toungue as hard as I could to keep from spilling my guts to John right there on the spot. I hadn't been around when Randy got into all of that trouble a couple of months ago with his Anger and use of drugs, But I didn't want to say something that would cause a scene about that bag, because I had a feeling that whatever was in it could possibly ruin who he was and what he had in store for him this coming week at No Mercy.
"Elizabeth." John said shaking me a bit. "What's going on with Randy? Did he say something to make you feel threatened or obligated to keep some kind of secret for him?"
"No!" I shouted, although my insides were screaming "Yes!"
"Then what is it?" He demanded.
"John, It's nothing, really. You were right."
"Right about what?"
"I just don't want to see my brother and the guy I care about beating the crap out of each other." I couldn't tell if he was buying it or not by the expression on his face, but i was trying really, really hard to make it sound like I meant every word that was coming out of my mouth.
"But you said it wasn't that..."
"I just meant that it wasn't entirely that."
"So you lied?"
"No!"
"Then what is it? What else is there besides that?" He was confused, as was I. I could feel my hands begin to shake as I tried to think of a logical answer to tell John.
"It's just a phobia of mine." I whispered softly.
"What's your phobia?" He asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
"People getting hurt."
"Thats your phobia?"
"I know what you're thinking, It's really-"
"Retarded to have a phobia like that?" He said finishing my sentence for me. "Yeah, I know, considering the fact that you grew up in a household with a father like yours that had Injuries left and right." John was laughing now. That made my shaking ease, since I knew I was off the hook.
"Hey." I said softly giving him a shove. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Maybe." He smirked as he stepped closer to me. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Hmmm." I mumbled as I backed away. "What am i going to do about it." I pondered this question in my head with a smile on my face as John backed me against the wall, placing his hands on my neck gently as he brushed my cheeks with his thumbs.
"This." I whispered. I moved in towards John, closing the small gap that was between me and him, causing our lips to crash against each others. The kiss was heated, and it lasted for what felt like forever.
"Woah." I gasped once John finally pulled away, searching for the breath that I needed after such a powerful kiss.
"Woah is right." John grinned. "I should make fun of you more often. I like the outcome of it."
"Remind me of that later tonight." I said ducking under his arm so i was no longer backed against the wall.
"Remind you of what?"
"That kiss." I said softly, turning to face him. "There just went your victory reward. You know, for your match tonight."
"Aww come on!" John whined. "That means im not due another one until.." He paused. "Tomorrow!"
"You had to stop and think about that?" I laughed.
"I never was good at math."
"That wasn't math, John. That was you shoving your foot into your mouth." I pointed out.
"How?" He said raising an eyebrow, followed by smacking himself on the forehead. "I shouldn't of said tomorrow!"
"Exactly."
"Well, what if I had said I was due one right now?"
"Then you wouldn't be whining and wanting to shoot yourself in the foot right about now." I said as I picked up his water bottle and unscrewed the top
.
"You tricked me, though." He argued.
"It's called Reverse psychology."
"Something you major in." He groaned.
"I guess you could say that." I said shrugging my shoulders with a smile and taking a sip of the water.
"Well, I guess you could say that I don't want you drinking my water." He said taking the bottle from me, regardless of the fact that it was still placed on my lips.
"Johnathon!" I screamed. He snickered as I wiped the water from my chin and flicked my wrist to fling the water off. "You're Crazy."
"Only for you, baby."
LATER ON THAT NIGHT.
"I'm so tired." I announced after John and myself had reached the hotel room. I flopped onto the bed and took in a long, deep breath, making sure i exhaled it just as slowly.
"Tell me about." He said dropping both of our bags near the door. "I didn't sleep a wink last night."
"How come?" I asked, propping myself onto my elbows.
"Do you even have to ask?" He replied, pulling off his shirt. "I was glad you were coming."
"Well, i didn't mean to cause you to have lack of sleep." I smiled.
"Don't worry, you're not the only girl that's ever kept me awake all night long." I scowled at this remark, causing John to laugh.
"But," He added as he flopped down next to me, both of our feet still touching the floor, regardless of the fact that he was lying completely down and I was propped up. "You are the only one that's held onto my heart for as long as you have."
"And how long is that?"
"Ever since the very first day i layed eyes on you."
"John, I hated you when we first met!" I said, sort of in shock at his answer.
"That doesn't mean that I hated you too."
"How can you love someone that you didn't even know?" I asked. "Expecially when that person disliked you with a passion."
"Easy." He said softly, turning onto his side and propping his head with one hand so he was facing me. "It's a feeling you get in your gut. A sensation, if you will." I could tell that he was smiling from the corner of my eye, and it made me smile as well.
"Well." I whispered softly. "You just put me in a bad situation, Senor Cena."
"How did I do that?"
"You just stole my heart from right beneath me, and I was laying here trying to get it back, But it said that it never wants to come back home." I said placing my hand over my chest. "Looks like it's yours forever."
"Hmph." He scoffed. "I've been trying to get mine back for nearly 3 years. But It's no use, once they're gone, they never, ever want to come back."
"That actually doesn't sound half bad." I smiled. "I'll keep yours, and you can keep mine."
"Only if you promise not to break it. I mean, theres alot of girls, and I do mean alot, that would kill to know that they had my heart in the palm of their hands."
"Me? Break It?" I laughed. "I should be saying that to you. You're known as the heartbreaker, not me."
"Well then theres nothing to worry about. It's well taken care of." He smiled standing up. I took a look around the room, and to my surprise, there was only two beds. One for Randy. And then another one for what Originally would be John. Most of the time John And Randy shared a room to cut back on hotel expenses, But Usually when I came out on the road, The guys planned ahead and John had his own hotel room, as did Randy have his.
"John." I said softly as I watched him walk over to the closet. "There's only two beds."
"You just now realizing that?" He asked as he pulled out a blanket from one of the shelves. "Randy's going to sleep there for tonight." He paused and pointed to the bed closest to the door. "Well, If he shows up anyways."
"And what about you?"
"Looks like I've got couch duty." He said as he threw the blanket onto the couch and grabbed one of the pillows from Randy's bed.
"John, You can sleep on the bed. You've got a big match tomorrow night, and you need your rest."
"If I slept in that bed, And Randy happened to drag in at the late hours of the morning, How do you think he'd react if you were there too?"
"I'd just take the couch for one night. Problem solved."
"I don't think so. Like you said, It's one night. After tonight, Him and Myself will have seperate rooms and we wont have this problem." He shrugged it off and walked over to where i was now sitting at the foot of the bed. "You sleep here, And I'll be fine." He said kissing my forehead. "Now go to sleep." I nodded slowly and got up to change in the bathroom. Five minutes later after I had washed my face and slipped on one of John's T-shirts, I exited the bathroom. John was already sleeping soundly on the couch, occasionally letting a snore slip out. I pulled the blanket over him and watched the expression on his face as he breathed in and breathed out, making the most adorable face I had ever seen.
"Night." I whispered, kissing his cheek and walking over to my bed. I turned out the light and climbed under my own blanket, clutching it to my body snuggly. I wasn't sleepy, just more like exhausted. I kept tossing and turning hour after hour, vowing death to John if he didn't stop snoring.
That's when it happened. I heard someone slide a keycard on the otherside of the door. They slowly swung it open and shut it, causing the door to make an aweful creek. "Stupid door." He mumbled. I heard him curse as he stumbled over one of the bags John had sat down near the door.
"Randy?" I whispered.
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