Chapter 7
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Author's Note: Oh yeaaah, more flashbacks in italics for you guys! Enjoy :)

John's POV

It took awhile for me to stop staring at the closed door, but once I did, it took a whole lot more for me to walk away.

Just to go back to bed? Just go back to bed?! Damn, does Allison really think it'd be that'd easy for me to disregard what just happened? Nah. I closed my eyes, like a scared kid, hoping that when I open them back up, everything would be better.

Slowly, my eyelids started raising but the feeling in my heart didn't change, and the worries in my mind didn't fade. In fact, they only got worse. How could she kiss me and just walk away?

I know. She made sure to do it before I did.

"Are you and Allison okay?" Randy asked the very next night the drunken incident happened.

I simply shrugged. I just had sex with my best friend. Are we okay?

"I've never seen you two so separated," he continued, taking a seat in front of me.

"You haven't seen us together all day, no big deal," I shrugged some more. I tried to make everything seem casual, but of course, I failed. Randy saw right through me.

"No big deal?" he repeated. "You never go an hour without mentioning Allison, and now you can barely look at her. I saw you two-"

"What? You saw us what?" I asked instantly.

"At the locker room awhile ago," he answered. "You two must've been no more than five feet apart but you acted like a whole country was in between you guys."

I sighed, looking down.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Man, it's complicated," I answered.

"Did something happen?" he asked.

"Every single wrong thing that could've ever happened," I replied, looking up.

Allison's POV, present time

I didn't know where to place myself. If I went to the hotel gym, chances are, I'm gonna run into John sooner or later. If I go to the cafeteria, I'd torture myself with all that food and no money. If I go to Tiffany's room, well, that isn't even an option.

So where did I go? Up a million flights of stairs to end up on the top level of the hotel parking lot. I've always been afraid of parking garages but when you're this upset, nothing's scary. It was empty and dark with a few faint lamp posts. The wind blew just enough to be detectable but not enough to cause shivers down my spine. The thought of John, however, that sent shivers down my spine.

I didn't know what was more unbelievable: that kiss or the way I pulled away from that kiss.

"That kiss," I muttered to myself, placing my hands on the railings. I clutched that metal so hard, out of frustration, my knuckles probably turned white. I didn't bother looking, I was too consumed with thoughts in my mind. I swung my head back and closed my eyes.

"Why are we at this again John?" I asked, groaning. I was talking to myself but I didn't care. I itched so bad to kiss him again and it took everything I had to pull away. I had to. Now it's killing me, because as much as I didn't want to stop, I had to save myself from repeating the past.

"Are you and John okay?" Tiffany asked as I walked into her hotel room.

"I don't know," I answered, taking a seat next to her.

"You guys have been avoiding each other like crazy today. It's not normal," she stated, concerned.

"No," I groaned. "He's been avoiding me, I've just been taking it."

"Why, did something happen?" she question.

I swallowed a huge lump in my throat before I managed to say anything. "Nothing that would ruin us though, I mean.."

"Wait, what?" she asked. "So something did happen?"

"Yeah but we should be fine," I sighed, confused. "We're best friends, nothing's off limits right?"

Silence. She shot me this look only a concerned mother would give to a child.

"You guys had sex didn't you?!" she exclaimed.

I swung my head against the back of the couch and took a deep sigh. It felt impossible to admit and so I froze like a statue.

"And you're in love with him aren't you?" she questioned, and immediately, my head jolted forward.

"IN LOVE WITH HIM?!" I exclaimed in question form. "What makes you think that?"

"Well for one thing, I'm your best friend and he's your 'best friend' right?" she started to say, and I nodded. "I sure as hell know you don't look at us the same way."

"What the fuck are you talking about Tiff?" I asked, with my eyebrows scrunched.

"The look you give him, there's something different about it," she answered. "And for another thing, yeah best friends are supposed to be comfortable doing anything with each other. But sex, Allie, sex isn't one of them. That's what couples do."

"I know but-" I tried to find the words to defend myself but nothing came to mind.

"See, John understands that. But you, Allie, you obviously have feelings for him if you're not trippin over what just happened," she explained. "Because deep down inside, I know you wanted it."

"And he didn't," I whispered.

She was right. How could I possibly think having sex with my best friend would be okay. It's not, especially when this 'being in love thing' isn't a mutual thing.

I had goose bumps thinking back on that day. Yeah, I was in love with John Cena, my best friend. Problem is, no one knew at the time, and I had gotten pretty good at denying it to myself. Then that incident happened. I made love to him, and he had sex with me.

John's POV

I felt trapped. All I could do was think about Allison, wait for Allison, and plan what I would say to Allison. I've never glued my eyes to the television this much but it provided enough distraction to keep me sane until her return.

To my surprise, my waiting shortly came to a stop. Not even a full hour passed since she closed that door, and now I heard it open. I placed my sight on the entranceway and soon enough, I saw her. She walked herself across the room without saying a single word.

I swear, you can cut a knife through this tension.

I stole a glance at her once she got on the other bed and she looked content, ignoring me.

"Al," I finally said. "Can we please talk?"

It took a few long seconds for her to respond, but she did eventually and said, "Sure."

"That kiss-" I started to say, quickly realizing I shouldn't have began my sentence that way.

"It crossed the line," she stated sternly. A piercing look came my way, and instantly, I felt intimidated.

"How bout we just forget it ever happened?" she suggested.

Everything I planned to say went out my head, and I choked on my words. Not even a single utter managed to come out.

"Alright? We'll just do what we have to do and it'll be over before we know it," she said, resting her head back on the pillow.

Silence. What was I supposed to say to that? Yeah, alright, okay, whatever you say? Even when every single ounce of me wanted to disagree and fight to keep us civil? But I took it. I stayed submissive to her wishes, even when deep down inside, I knew neither of us wanted it to be like this.

It became official, we're back to square one, and possibly even further back.

Allison's POV

3:00PM?!

My eyes were only half open when I realized what I saw wasn't a lie. I instantly sat up and groaned. How could I have over slept that much? I banged my head against the palm of my hand and sighed. I tried to relax and turning my head to look at the bed beside me was my initial action.

It was empty. John was no where to be found, and instantly, every single second that happened last night, came right back into my head. I found myself crashing back against the pillow and sighing.

How could we fall back into the same place? How could we have possibly shared another destructive kiss? How did we end up here again? How does this feel twice as intense as before?

These questions wouldn't stop coming but they were interrupted by the ring of my phone.

It was Tiffany.

"Hello?" I answered.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"What are you talking about?" I asked back.

"You and John, what happened?" she asked persistently. "Something's wrong with him. He's not talking, he's staring into space, he's benching only 50 pounds. Like whatta fuck is that about?"

"Nothing happened," I lied.

"Bullshit," she called me out, and so I hung up.

We decided on forgetting last night ever happened and talking about it would only undo the agreement. Tiffany called back but an answer failed to come the first time, the second time, and even the third time. I got up and put all my belongs together.

I had to get out of here. I saw no good in staying here and so I packed.

"We leavin?" John asked when he walked in and saw me.

I looked up, surprised by the sternness in his voice.

"Give me a couple minutes to pack," he said without even waiting for my answer.

I blinked and didn't say a word. My mind took awhile to adjust to this kind of John. He seemed cold and careless, but I guess he was trying to match my attitude?

I shook my head and continued packing anyway. The way he's acting indicated that I'm right for wanting to leave.

"Whoa, what's going on here?" Randy asked when entering the room with Tiffany.

"We're driving back," I answered plainly.

"WHAT?!? Allie don't go yet," Tiffany started to plead. "I want us to all go clubbing tonight."

I rolled my eyes.

"Pleeeeassseeee," she repeated. "I don't know what's going on between you two, but I'm not gonna let you it leave it like this."

"Come on John," Randy joined in. "Lets all go out tonight."

"I'm not the one that wants to leave, ask her," John explained harshly, not taking a second to stop his packing.

"John, let me talk to you outside," I ordered, getting up and walking towards the door. I turned back around when I noticed he didn't follow.

"This is our room, why do we have to leave?" he questioned when realizing every single eye was focused on him.

"Damn someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Randy muttered. "Let's go baby."

I took a deep breath just as the couple walked out. Once again, John and I were alone, only this time, I had no trouble calling him out.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" I asked him, crossing my arms.

"You're asking me that?" he questioned, looking at me. Every single negative emotion a person could possibly have was plastered all over his face. "Look how you're being."

"Excuse me?" I asked, feeling hot as soon as he finished his sentence.

"You're the one being difficult. My bad for kissing you," he stated carelessly.

"Yeah John, that's your fucking bad," I said shaking my head. "And it's my fucking bad for being too sensitive about it."

"You know what, you're right Allison, let's just forget about it," he said shaking his head as well. I could tell he was trying to hold his composure but the frustration bled through the tone of his voice.

I sighed, continuously tapping my foot as a form of self-relaxation. It wasn't working.

We went on for a minute without saying and doing absolutely nothing. Suddenly, I felt a softer atmosphere fill the room. I didn't have enough time to prepare for it but I found myself in the most comfortable place in the world once again: his arms.

"I know you're still stuck on the past and I'll take full responsibility for it," he started to whisper into my ear. "I'm willing to get past it if you are."

"It's hard," I complained in a whisper. "Honestly John, this is fucking hard. Standing next to you, talking to you, touching you."

"It doesn't have to be hard," he started, lightly using his oversized fingers to massage my temples.

"It is though," I said in a soft groan. "You were my best friend and to have you turn into a stranger after that one night?"

He pulled away from the hug to be met by the piercing look in my eyes. I could tell it killed him.

"Do you know how low that made me feel? To have you, of all people, turn their back on me just because I got drunk and had sex with you?" I swallowed a huge lump in my throat before I continued. "John, I'm sorry for being some lover in disguise but what was I supposed to do? "

"Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked lightly.

"I guess having sex with you was my way of telling you John, but look where it got us," I explained and he sighed.

"I'll make a deal with you," he said confidently. "We'll go back to being best friends, exactly the way before any of that happened, and we'll see where it takes us."

I stood there, not sure if I should take on his offer. Is this deal even possible?

"Deal."

I guess we'll see.

Author's Note: Damn, I had trouble with this chapter! Ahaa. So that was some more of their past, I hope it wasn't confusing. Does it make sense why Allison's been extra guarded now? And believe it or not, there's still a little more of their past I have to uncover. Which, in return, will cause trouble for their deal. Dun dun dun! Thanks for reading, please review :)

April 19, 2010.