Chapter 4
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Author's Note: This is officially my quickest update, and it's all for my readers :) Enjoy!

Allison's POV

I must've locked eyes with John at least five times in the past five minutes. Each time seemed to get more awkward and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. The road trip hasn't even started and I already wanted it to end.

"Am I driving?" John asked to anyone who was willing to answer.

No one did, and so he looked at me.

"What?" I asked, looking back.

"Am I driving?" he repeated.

I shrugged. "Well, I don't know the way."

"So you don't mind me driving your car?" he asked.

"Naw, go ahead," I answered, opening a bag of chips.

Silence fell back into the room except for my loud chewing. I did that on purpose.

"Are we there yet?" I asked as everyone got into the elevator.

"If you're talking about the elevator, then hell yeah, we're here," Randy answered, smartly.

I sighed.

"Having an attitude doesn't help, Allison. You might as well make the best of this," Tiffany lectured.

I sighed again and didn't say anything until we were ten minutes into the drive. I was sitting shotgun, with John driving, and the two lovebirds in the backseat.

"Can we stop by a seven eleven or some gas station? I want food," I said.

I looked at John who nodded and said nothing in return. He must dislike this just as much as I do.

About another five minutes passed until we found our stop. I got out of the car and quickly headed to the chips aisle.

"Cheetos, doritos, fritos, lays.." I said as I grabbed each one.

"Are you really gonna eat all that?" someone asked and I turned my head. It was some guy with brown hair and green eyes. He looked decent, kind of my type, but not really.

I thought about it and put all the chips back. He walked closer and laughed, "Hey I didn't mean to make you not want them anymore. I was ju-"

"Don't worry, you didn't. I decided I want cookies instead," I said as I got a box of oreos. "Thanks for the concern buddy."

I walked to the counter and he trailed right behind me.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"One you'll probably never hear again," I said as I paid for my food.

"Oh come on, don't you wanna make a new friend?" he asked smiling. "My name's Richard."

"It's nice to meet you Richard, but I gotta go," I said before walking away. I got about halfway out of the store until he grabbed my hand.

"Why don't you stay and talk to me for a bit? Come on, what's your name?" he asked again. I pulled my hand away but he grabbed it back. This guy sure knew how to turn into a creep, fast.

"Hey, let her go," John said walking into the store.

Richard didn't hesitate to do as he was told and simply apologized, "Sorry man."

"I could've handled that myself," I said when we got back in the car.

John only looked at me but didn't say anything, again. What's wrong with him? I know I've been a total bitch to talk to but he doesn't have to make this awkward.

Ugh, I'm being hypocritical.

Thank the lord for the radio, I put that shit on blast and I didn't care how loud it got.

"CAN YOU TURN THAT DOWN??!!" Tiffany screamed for probably the tenth time, but I didn't hear her until now.

I shook my head but the volume got lower anyway. How the fuck?

"Thank you, John," Tiffany said contently.

I rolled my eyes and sunk down on my seat.

John's POV

I've been driving in silence for two hours and everyone else gladly fell into sleep. My speed was well over the limit but my mind still ran a lot faster. Allison's been acting cold all morning and it intimidated me. I didn't know how to react. Was I supposed to be nice or mean back? Confused, I settled on not saying anything at all.

I stole a glance at her, as I reached a stoplight. She was sleeping on the window and her nose hole grew every time she breathed in. That, was one of the many little things I noticed about her.

"Can we eat somewhere?" Randy asked, waking from his sleep, along with Tiffany.

I turned back to look at him and nodded, "Yeah sure."

About a couple minutes later, I found an exit and took it. "Is Denny's aight?"

"Yeah," Randy answered. "Should we wake up Allison?"

"No, I think we should just let her sleep and get her a to-go," Tiffany answered. "You know how she is when you interrupt her sleep."

"True, very true," Randy nodded in agreement. "Are you gonna eat, John?"

"No, actually, I wanna take a nap. Just get me a to-go as well," I answered, pushing the seat back as far as it could go.

I easily fell into sleep after the couple left to eat.

Forty-five minutes later

"John John Johnnnn," I woke up to hearing a faint voice call my name repeatedly. It was Allison. She was curled up in her seat as she clutched her stomach.

"What's wrong?" I asked moving a little closer to her.

"It hurts," she whined.

"Here," I said handing her a bottle of water. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

She shook her head and grabbed my wrist. Her nails dug onto my skin and instantly, I felt her pain. She closed her eyes and her body sunk harder into the seat.

"Do you want Tylenol? I can buy you some," I offered but she shook her head again.

"Is Allison alright?" Tiffany asked as she got back into the car.

"Her stomach hurts," I answered sympathetically.

"Do you want the back seat?" Randy asked her. "There's more room for you there."

She shook her head for the third time.

"Are you gonna be alright?" I asked and her grip loosened up.

"Yeah," she answered opening her eyes. "Those damn oreos."

I laughed and she slapped my chest.

"Don't laugh at me," she complained, sitting up. "How many more hours?"

"A little less than two," I answered, turning the engine on.

"Well, try to get us there a little sooner, Cena," she demanded.

"I'm guessing you feel better now?" I asked playfully.

She slapped my chest again. "Shut up, you're mean."

I laughed some more and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm glad you two have finally broken the ice," Tiffany said. "It's about time."

"Watch, tomorrow, they'll be in bed together," Randy joked, laughing.

"Yeah, and you'll have no ride to Vegas," Allison snapped back.

I laughed.

"And you just keep laughing huh Cena?" she turned her attention back to me.

"Why do you keep calling me Cena?" I asked, smiling. The fact that I was having a simple conversation with her made me smile. "Cena sounds so formal."

"Well," she started with a smile of her own. "I am formal."

Allison's POV

Another hour passed and things we're definitely calmer than the other two. The tension disappeared and the silence went away with it.

"Yup, you're formal alright," John teased as he looked at me. I was dancing in my seat to the radio.

"I'm glad you agree," I said, nodding.

We locked eyes for more than three seconds before the laughter became unbearable to hold in. There really wasn't anything funny but we laughed in unison anyway.

"I spy with my big eye," I started after our laughing died off. "Something red!"

"Wow, there's so many red lights in front of us though," John complained. "And I thought you said you were formal?"

"Formal people play games… sometimes," I explained. "I'm an example. So do you give up?"

John shook his head and smiled at me.

"Do you give up?" I asked again.

He shook his head and mumbled something.

"What'd you say?" I questioned, leaning closer to him.

"Nothing," he lied because I could've sworn he said 'not on you'.

One hour later

"WE'RE HERE!" I exclaimed, relieved my ass can finally breathe. "We have got to hit the clubs- NOW."

"Now?" Randy asked. "We just got here."

"Yeah and we just spent four hours sitting our asses off," I reasoned. "Come on, let's have a little fun."

"But I need rest," he protested.

"You'll rest when you're dead," I explained. "Seriously, lets go!"

"You can go," Tiffany offered. "You and John can go."

I groaned. "I thought you guys wanted all of us to spend time together."

"We haven't even gotten our rooms Son," Randy reasoned.

"Fine," I gave in. "John you're coming right?"

He smiled at me. "You already know."

John's POV, Midnight

"We're room 453 memba John, memba," Allison laughed as we got into the elevator. She was drunk and I had designated myself as the sober driver.

"No that was the last hotel," I answered calmly. By the time I finished my sentence, she was already on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"Al, get up," I grabbed her by the waist and allowed her failing body to rest against me. We were on our way to Randy's hotel room to get our key but cooperation failed to join me. So, I carried her over my shoulders and reached our destination the faster way.

"Here," Randy said, handing me the key. "Your room's next door."

And with that, I went in and carefully laid Allison on the bed closest to the door. I took off her shoes and pulled the covers up to her chest. Her eyes were closed, she wasn't saying anything, and so I figured she was fast asleep.

I walked into the bathroom to change and when I walked out, she was sitting on the bed watching TV.

I chuckled.

"Come here, come here, come here," she repeated, tapping the empty space beside her. "Come lay down."

"Al," I said walking to the edge of her bed. "You're drunk, just go to sleep."

"Drunk people need friends too!" she whined, making a face. "Please John, don't leave me."

"I'm not," I said sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Don't sleep on the other bed, I'm scared," she whined.

"Don't be scared Al, I'm right here, don't worry," I said rubbing her hand.

"Lay down," she ordered, grabbing the neck of my shirt and pulling me closer. I didn't resist but I quickly realized I should've. She tugged on me so hard I didn't get a chance to anticipate our lips landing perfectly on each other.

I didn't know if she meant to do this, but neither of us seemed to stop it. I knew this was everything against the roles we've been playing but the feeling of her lips was too damn irresistible.

Author's Note: Ironic how I mentioned loosing interest yet I updated pretty fast huh? Haha well, I'm tryna get these chapters written up before I loose all interest. I hope you guys liked this one! Thanks for the reviews, I'm only continuing this for you guys :)

March 28, 2010