Chapter 5
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John's POV

It was late in the afternoon when our paths crossed for the first time since last night.

"Good afternoon," I greeted, walking back into the hotel room from the gym. Allison was on the bed, lamely flipping through the channels to the television.

"You too," she simply answered without making any eye contact.

The tension, that I thought had gone away, came right back. I didn't even get a chance to walk further into the room before she got up and left.

A couple minutes later I heard the door open and in walked Randy.

"Where's Allison going?" he asked and I shrugged. "I thought you guys were okay now?"

I sighed, "Me too."

"What happened?" he asked, taking a seat on the chair across from my bed.

And I told him.

Last Night

"No Al, we can't do this," I said, lightly pulling her away. We went from making out to undressing, and something in my mind made me stop.

"Shhh," she whispered in my ear. "Don't say that, John."

"Al, please, stop," I pleaded. "I don't wanna take advantage of you like this."

"I don't care John, I want this," she said, attempting to tug on the zipper of my shorts. "We want this."

I took her hands away from my bottoms and placed it in my own hands. I looked her in the eye and said, "Al, listen to me. We can't do this right now, not when you're drunk-"

She kept moving around and I knew she wasn't listening but I continued talking anyway.

"If we wanna do this when we're both sober we can," I stated. "But not right now. I care about you too much to let this happen when you're drunk."

She looked at me blankly before her head came crashing against my chest. She laced her hands tighter with mine and didn't say anything more. Eventually, she fell asleep.

I then took a minute to close my eyes and tried to absorb everything that just happened.

Allison was in my arms again, and for as long as it could last, that's all that mattered. I didn't bother going to sleep because I couldn't dare miss a single breath of hers to hear, a single movement of hers to feel, and a single moment with her to experience.

"See I told you, you guys would end up in bed the next day," Randy laughed.

"Man, that's not even funny," I said shaking my head. "She was acting weird again this morning, and I don't know if she remembered last night."

"She probably does," Randy stated confidently. "Knowing her, yeah."

"I guess so cos we're back to being awkward again," I sighed, leaning my head against the backboard.

"Well, I gotta get back to my wife. Just call me if anything," Randy said, getting up. "Don't worry too much, man. I know you guys have a past but I know Son's ready to move on from it just as much as you are."

I nodded, half-convinced.

I closed my eyes and tried gaining some of the sleep I lost last night.

One hour later

I woke up to the television on with Allison on the floor; digging through her bag. I didn't say anything until she noticed I was awake.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, sitting up.

She shook her head.

"Are you okay?" I questioned, desperate to keep a conversation going. I was failing terribly.

"Yeah," she answered, plainly. She pulled out a pair of jean shorts and threw it on her bed. "Actually…"

She turned to face me and the look in her eyes slowly made me question if she did remember last night, or not. A softness came across her face, and it loosened every tense muscle in my body.

"Let's go eat somewhere," I suggested.

She didn't take a second to nod and agree. "Yeah, it just hit me how hungry I am."

Allison's POV

I read through the menu front to and back and had trouble deciding what to order. It wasn't because there was nothing I liked, but the complete opposite.

"Do you know what to get?" John asked, across the table.

I looked up and met his eyes which instantly caused the answer to escape my mind.

"Al?" he lightly pulled my menu down to get a better view of my face.

I snapped out of it, and answered, "Um, actually, I don't even know. I like everything."

He laughed. "Go ahead and order anything you want, I got it."

"Hmm," I said looking down on the menu only to look back up to John.

"Since you like everything, how bout I order for you?" he offered. "It'll save you the trouble."

I smiled and nodded. "Sounds good, Cena."

"You know, you're gonna have to stop calling me that," he said to me after the waitress came and took our order.

"Cena?" I asked and he nodded. "Why? That's your name."

"Cena doesn't sound cute though," he reasoned.

I laughed. "I didn't know your name was supposed to sound cute?"

He smiled back at me and my heart melted. I've always had a soft spot for the combination of his eyes, smile, and dimples. Every time he did that thing, that smiling thing, I'd loose all thoughts. We must've looked at each other in silence for a whole minute but we didn't care. It probably could've gone for another one but the waitress came in with our drinks.

"You two make a cute couple," she complimented.

I was just about to say we weren't together but John spoke up before I did.

"Thanks, we get that a lot," he said proudly.

I shot him a what the hell look then plastically smiled to the waitress.

"We get that a lot?" I questioned after she was gone.

"Well, didn't we used to?" John asked back.

I thought about it for a second and he was right. We did used to always get that, "That's cute."

"Yeah you are," he flirted.

"No, I meant it's cute how you remembered," I smiled.

"Yeah and I meant what I said too. You are cute," he replied, sliding his hand across the table to meet mine. For some reason, this made my heart melt even more.

A few more minutes of flirting passed until our orders came. The first thing the waitress put down was my plate - fried chicken with mashed potatoes. He knew me too damn well. I gladly eyed my plate and took the first bite. I was ready to take my second until the last plate she set down caught my attention. It was a hotdog, half topped with mustard and the other topped with relish.

I can't believe he still remembered that. You know what's even more unbelievable? I'm actually starting to like this, and I swore on myself, I wasn't supposed to.

Author's Note: Short chapter but the next one's gonna include Allison and John's past. Finally right?!? Haha, look out for that one! And of course, thanks for all the reviews. Keep them coming :)

April 2, 2010