Chapter 2
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John's POV

Was I dreaming? What just happened? Was that really Allison? How awkward was that? What the fuck?

About a million questions flashed through my mind in that second her body left my sight. I heard the door close a few seconds later and before my head came crashing down. I stared blankly at the ceiling for a good minute before reality finally set in.

Yeah, that was her. The her who seemed more beautiful than I remembered but also more guarded than I remembered. Nothing in her presence felt familiar except for one thing. One thing, and that was the way she looked at me. There was something about her stare that made me feel like it was last year all over again. The year I spent every waking day with her. The year I allowed another being into all my thoughts, whether it was a consciously or unconsciously. The year I put myself through a completely different side of life, then back out.

The thought of seeing her again hadn't crossed my mind and so I laid here, unprepared. I didn't know how to handle my emotions, I didn't know if I was supposed to talk to her, hell, I didn't know if I'd even see her again. Questions wouldn't stop circling my head but by the time I began falling back asleep, I came to a conclusion. I had to get closure, one way or another.

Allison's POV

I found myself on a treadmill at seven-thirty in the morning, and my speed was unbelievable. I'm pretty beat from lack of sleep so I must be trying to run my emotions away. Honestly, I thought it was working until I heard familiar voices from behind. I quickened my pace thinking it'd go away but who was I kidding.

"Hey are you mad at me?" some male voice asked before I had the chance to see who it was. But see, I didn't need to look to know it was Randy. "Are you mad at me?" He asked again, this time putting a firm hold on my left shoulder.

I stopped the machine and simply answered, "No."

I looked at him, and then behind him. I barely missed the pair of eyes looking down on me but I didn't care because it was John Cena's. I rolled my eyes.

Randy frowned, "You are mad at me. I know that look."

"I'm not," I stated blankly. "I promise."

He looked at me like I was the biggest liar in the world.

"I'm just- I'm just tired that's all," I explained.

"Have you slept? Did you get a room?" he asked, concerned.

"No," I replied plainly.

Out of the corner of my left eye, I saw a figure come closer and closer. It was Tiffany and she too, looked concerned.

"Hey sweetie, why don't you sleep in the room right now? It's empty," she offered.

I looked further to my left and caught sight of John. Anything, absolutely anything, to get away from him made me answer, "Yeah, sure, whatever."

John's POV, Later that day

I contently walked into a restaurant by myself, determined to be ostracized from the rest of the world. For some reason, company was the last thing I wanted and I did good at keeping it that way. I couldn't understand why I itched so bad to see Allison but I did and I couldn't deny it anymore. Thinking about her had become a full-time occupation for the past 24-hours, and the malaise feeling about it, started going away.

I looked at the menu for literally two seconds when I quickly decided on a hot dog. Allison and I used to always share one: half topped with relish and the other with mustard. I hated mustard and she hated relish but we ate it for each other anyway.

But yuck! I really don't remember it tasting this nasty. I guess it's only bearable when you have the perfect distraction. I downed the last few bites and quickly drove back to the hotel. I was convinced my chances of running into Allison would be greatest there.

I walked in the room and immediately found myself smiling. I was looking at her. She was fast asleep on the same bed I was on a couple hours ago. I walked closer and noticed her shirt was a little lower than it should've been. Her white tank top had been tugged down by her arm so I took the liberty to pull up the blanket for cover.

I couldn't stop staring at her. It put me at ease and serenity like never before, but unfortunately, that came to an end sooner than later.

"John!" Randy called from behind.

I turned around and waited for him to continue.

"I have a surprise dinner party for Tiffany later. I need your help running errands," he said. "All of our mutual friends are invited."

"Um, is that your anniversary plan?" I wondered.

"Well, it's the first part," he said as he made what looked like a note. He walked towards the nightstand and sandwiched it between Allison's phone and the table. I figured it had the exact same information he had just told me but in written form.

"Let's go! We have a lot to do with little time," he ordered as he exited the room.

My feet felt planted on the floor so it took awhile to move. I was finally next to her again and now I have to leave? I didn't really care how motionless her state was right now, all I cared about was her presence. She's right there, she's so close, I'm literally breathing in the same air she is. But I knew I had to go. I'm sure I'ma see her later anyways.

At dinner

"SURPRISE!" everyone shouted as Tiffany walked into the restaurant.

She stopped midway with the most priceless reaction you could've ever imagined. Kind of like the one Allison had last night. Everyone sat down after all the hugging and I couldn't help but eye her empty seat. She's probably still sleeping.

About halfway into dinner, Allison finally showed up. In hand, she had cake and a hand of some guy on the other. Ouch. That burned harder than I would've ever expected.

Author's Note: Sorry if the story's going a little slow, but I already have ideas for the next few chapters. Review and lemme know wssup :)

March 19, 2010