Chapter 6
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Author's Note!!!: Flashbacks of John and Allison's past are italicized, brought to you by yours truly! Enjoy readers/reviewers :)

We tell each other anything and everything. You can ask either of us any, absolutely any, question about the other and we'd know the answer. That's what best friends are for and that's what John and I have been for the past two years.

"Hey, I see you guys are good now," Tiffany said smiling.

John and I had just walked into her hotel room, wondering what the plans were for the day. She looked at us with the biggest smile on her face, and we blinked.

"What?" I finally spoke up, in the middle of her awkward stare-down.

"Nothing," she smiled some more. "I just think it's hella cute. You guys are hella cute."

"Naw, we're cuter," Randy said, shaking his head.

"Allison alone is cuter than the both of you," John shot back. All eyes looked to his direction and he simply smiled.

"You know, I actually have to agree with John on that," Tiffany said. "No offense to us, babe."

"Anyways," I started to say. I'm not much a narcissist and so any form of compliment usually had me uncomfortable. I asked, "What are we doing today?"

"Well Randy and I…" Tiffany started to say, and immediately used that look with her eyes that always got to me.

I shot her one back, I knew where this was going. Her unfinished sentence was her way of telling me she had already made plans but they didn't include John and I.

"But-but Allie," she started to say. She only called me that when her persuasion failed, and this was definitely that time.

"Whatever, I don't even wanna hear it. It's cool," I said. I started walking out and John followed me.

I stormed back into my hotel room and planted my feet infront of the bathroom. I crossed my arms.

John then laughed, and I mugged him.

"Why are you laughing again?" I asked. "They made us all go so we can hang out. Now that we're all here, they're just making everything about them!"

"It's not that bad," John stated, still smiling. He grabbed both of my shoulders and lowered his face so they were at eye to eye level with mine. "Think about it, do you really wanna be stuck with those two?"

I pouted my lips as I thought of the answer.

"I mean, they'll be ignoring us the whole time," he reasoned. "At least now we can do whatever we want."

I buried my face onto his chest and quickly felt his arms wrap around me. This was the most comfortable position my body's ever been in and I didn't hesitate letting it stay for as long as it could. Eventually, I felt his face come closer and he whispered into my ear, "So what do you wanna do today?"

I escaped his embrace but only enough so I could look up at him. I answered, well actually, I didn't answer, "I don't know."

"You like roller coasters right? How about we go to an amusement park?" he suggested. "It'll be a date."

"A date?" I repeated in question form.

"Sorry, I forgot my manners," he apologized. "Allison, will you please go on a date with me?"

Although Tiffany's eyes hadn't worked earlier, John's try seemed to succeed. A smile formed my lips and instantly, he knew my answer.

"Alright, we'll leave in fifteen minutes," he said. "I'ma take a shower, care you to join me?"

I slapped his arm, knowing it did absolutely nothing but at least I got to touch him one more time. "Yeah right, Cena."

He chuckled and planted a kiss on my cheek before he walked away. We were definitely getting comfortable with each other again. Somehow, his attempts on trying to ease me down was working well for him, and me.

John's POV

I was in the driver's seat once again, but it didn't matter. All I had to do was look to my right and I'd be at ease. I did that frequently and Allison seemed to notice.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" she asked after probably the fifth time she caught me.

"Why do you keep noticing?" I asked back with a smile that eventually turned into a laugh. "I don't know, I can't help it. You're a sight for sore eyes, lemme tell you that."

"Mm, thanks?" she looked at me and it made me feel relieved. They say, when a person looks at you for more than two seconds, you've officially crossed their mind.

"You've always been like this Cena," she stated, fixing her eyes back on the road.

I looked at her again, "What do you mean?"

Flashback

"You're gonna kill us!" she screamed right before I swerved into the shoulder.

I had lost direction of the wheel after attempting but failing to tickle Allison. No one died, she was laughing, I was laughing, and so everything was alright.

"Having me as your passenger is too much of a distraction isn't it?" she asked me after we calmed down enough to talk.

I leaned my head back against the seat and looked at her. "Who cares."

"I CARE!" she expressed. "I don't wanna die."

"Do you really think I'ma put my best friend's life in danger like that?" I asked her, sitting up.

"Dumbass. What do you think just happened?!" she asked back, sitting up as well.

"I saved us," I answered proudly.

"We could've died!" she exclaimed.

"We could've but we didn't," I said sternly. I loved her front. She always over-reacted but deep down inside, we both knew she could care less. She's different than any girl and I had extra admiration for her because of it.

Present time, later that night, at the hotel

"Thanks for making up for Tiffany's lack," Allison said, smiling at the stuffed monkey I had in my arms.

"And thanks for winning me my first stuffed animal," I said, clutching it tighter. She had won it at the basketball booth and gladly named it Winnie.

"I'm tired but I don't wanna sleep yet," she said after reuniting with the bed sheets. I gladly watched her body fall back onto the bed. We had a hell of an adventure riding every single rollercoaster, and the simple sight of her was my relaxation.

"Do you wanna order a movie?" I suggested, taking my shirt off to replace it with a new one. An answer failed to come from her and so I waited.

"Huh? What?" she asked after snapping out of her daze. I was taken back by her stare, it's not like she hasn't seen my abs before. "Oh, a movie! Yeah sure, why not."

"Aight," I said, occupying the empty space beside her. "Comedy? Horror? Action? Romance?"

"You pick," she said, slickly managing to steal a short nap before I picked a movie.

"Al?" I said, lighting pressing on her arm to wake her up. "You watchin?"

Her eyes fluttered open and it stayed fixed on mine before she looked at the TV. After that, silence followed, and that was the most we had all day.

"Why are you so far away from me?" I asked ten minutes into the movie.

She silently looked at me with a small grin. I reached my arm out welcomingly and she scooted closer, resting her head on my chest. Hell yeah I loved the roller coasters today, but nothing compared to this. The feeling of serenity, perfect satisfaction, and comfort.

Being on this bed with her, in my arms, blurred everything around me. I felt like a whole tornado could pass and I'd still feel calm. All I needed was her, all I wanted was her. I was in such a comfortable position I hadn't realized she had fallen asleep. Once the movie ended, I did too.

Or at least I thought so. I felt a faint movement in my arms and eventually, I re-opened my eyes. The most beautiful pair I've ever seen was looking into mine.

"Did the movie end?" Allison asked, clearly still half-asleep.

"Yeah," I answered, lightly running my hand through her hair and massaging her scalp. She then rested her chin on my chest, where her head used to be, and continued starting at me.

"What happened?" she asked, breaking silence.

"Well Abby and Mike.." I started to say, referring to The Ugly Truth.

Allison kept her stare and that look in her eyes made it impossible for me to hold back. I looked at every inch of her face and once I got to her lips, I was fighting with every fiber of my body not to kiss her. As I continued talking about the movie, I felt her fingertips press against my skin and it sent shivers up my spine. I reached a state of shock and instantly, I felt speechless.

I blanked out.

"And then?" she asked, smoothly running her hand up and down my biceps. She was stopping to put pressure on every vein she felt.

"They ended up in a hot air balloon," I said, feeling my face come even closer to hers. "And they kissed… just like…this."

I gradually closed the space between us as I continued looking into her eyes. I know we kissed last night but this was different; she wasn't drunk and I wasn't fighting her. I placed my palm onto the contour of her jaw and the sweet taste of her lips sent every possible Godly emotion through my body.

I've never felt like this before.

Our kiss continued to deepen as I hear a small moan come from her mouth. I could tell she wanted this just as much as I did. Our lips glided so perfectly, and-and suddenly they stopped.

It took a couple seconds for my brain to re-wire and realize that I wasn't kissing her anymore. I stared at a new pair of eyes and my mind went blank. I was speechless. I saw her eyes close then open back up a second later. She had pulled away from the kiss, and now she was pulling away from me.

I felt my heart rip in half.

She looked away and walked away without saying a word.

My whole body turned cold, and the halves of my heart stopped racing. By the time she left my sight, I fought myself and found the strength to follow her.

"Allison," my voice barely managed to come out, but it did.

She was holding the doorknob, but she froze when she heard me. I walked closer and took her hand.

"Allison," I repeated

"John," she said my name, turning her pale face towards me. "That kiss wasn't supposed to happen."

I stared at her, knowing that in any second, she could be out the door. I tugged on her hand hoping she'd give into another hug. But she didn't. The two feet distance, that felt like twenty miles, between us stayed.

"Al," I said, barely breathing.

"Stop," she pleaded. "I need space, just go back to bed."

Allison's POV

And with that, I left.

I continued walking, hoping if I went far enough, I'd forget everything that just happened. Maybe, just maybe, the distance I traveled by foot could make up for my fear of history repeating itself.

John Cena was never supposed to have me again. He can't. He just can't.

"Al, what are we doing?" he asked me.

I was too busy pulling down his shorts to answer and so he spoke up again, "Allison."

He grabbed my hand and lessened the space between our faces. I had trouble looking at him clearly because the alcohol was really starting to kick in.

"What are we doing?" he asked again.

I answered with a kiss and to my surprise, it quickly got heated. He pulled me closer and I nestled my body, perfectly on top of his. Our kiss began to deepen, and slowly, clothes began coming off.

Limitations and boundaries were inexistent between John and I. We're bestfriends, we're allowed to do whatever we want with each other. Even this, an innocent drunken moment, can't ruin us. Right?

Wrong, you're absolutely fucking wrong. That form of intimacy, involving sexual activity, ruined everything. I can't let this happen again. I refuse. I lost him this way once, and I'm not about to let it happen again. We shouldn't have even gone this far.

There's no way I'ma let there be a second time around. John and I are nothing, we have to be.

Author's Note: THE END! Haha just kidding. What do you guys think? Their past isn't fully covered yet, wait for the next few updates for more unvealing. Bare with me though, my laptop's getting reformated AND it's prom week so time's a little tight. Before I go, I have to thank my awesome reviewers! Especially those who's left one for every chapter, you guys are seriously the only drive I have for finishing this story. Otherwise, I would've bounced a long time ago, just like (most of) my old readers from my old stories. HAHA aight, Ima shut up. Take care, beautifuls.

April 11, 2010.