Chapter 8
Author's Note: Enjoy this mellow but longer chapter! I'm tryna ease you guys into the drama :P

John's POV

"Best friend! Best friend! Best friend!" I yelled.

"WHAT?!" Allison yelled back, from the bathroom.

I didn't answer right away in order to force her into coming closer, and to my pleasure it worked. Not more than five seconds later, she appeared in sight and I smiled.

"What?" she asked again, and this time in a much calmer voice.

"Nothing," I replied, smiling contently. "I'm just enjoying the name I get to call you again."

She rolled her eyes.

"You're so weird, John, I swear," she said laughing and shaking her head. I thought she'd go back to the bathroom, but instead, she stayed still.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, getting up and walking towards her.

Her head gradually raised, in order to keep her eyes fixed with mine.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I repeated.

"What, I cant look at my best friend now?" she questioned, crossing her arms.

Before I had the chance to answer, the door opened and in walked Randy and Tiffany.

"I'm gonna miss you two," Tiff stated as she hugged her best friend from behind.

"Whatever, you barely acted like I was even here," Allison bitterly said, rolling her eyes.

"I love you too Allie," Tiffany said, hugging her tighter. "And John," she then turned her attention to me. "You better drive carefully."

"Of course I have the most precious cargo with me. I'll be careful, don't worry," I promised.

"Are taking Son to a show before you drive her home?" Randy asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah," I answered, gathering all the bags together. "She's going on the road with me for a bit. Right Al?"

"You already know!" she answered with enthusiasm before going back into the bathroom.

"So…" Tiffany started to say, in a low tone of voice.

I raised my eyebrows as a gesture for her to continue. It seemed like she had something serious to say.

"You and Allison…" she said.

I shot her a puzzled look. What about me and Allison?

"Are you two really okay now? I mean, this isn't some fake bullshit right?" Randy asked.

"Hell no," I answered confidently. "We're back, we're really best friends again."

"Just best friends?" he question.

"That, I don't know. I have this feeling for her I've never had, ever. I'm still tryna figure it out," I replied honestly.

"Boy, you better not play games with her," Tiffany warned. "She's been fucked over by you once and you'd be a fool to think I'ma let there be a second time."

"Don't worry, Tiff. I'ma take it slow and steady. I'll being careful this time," I assured her.

"Whatever you say man. I'll be keeping an eye out though," Randy warned.

"So are we ready to go?" Allison chimed back in.

I smiled at how cute she was and said, "Yeah."

"Call me when you guys arrive," Tiffany ordered before giving her best friend one last hug before their departure.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," she responded, half-sarcastically.

A couple minutes later

We're back on the road. We, meaning Allison and I; the best combo I could think of at the moment. I had a few hours to drive but having her as my company made me wish it was even longer.

Upon reaching our first stoplight, I caught her glancing over. But see the thing is, I had already beat her to it.

"Driver, aren't you supposed to keep your eyes on the road?" She asked me jokingly.

"Not when there's something better to look at," I flirted, meanwhile showcasing my signature smile.

"Well, there's gonna be nothing to look at if we crash," she warned me.

BEEEEEP!

Apparently, the green light had replaced the red and the people behind us had grown impatient.

"Told you so," she muttered, shaking her head and sticking her pointer finger out.

"What? We didn't crash," I defended. "And you know what Al?"

"Hmm?" she looked at me again.

"I never really realized how much I missed you," I confessed willingly.

"Wow, talk about a complete change of subject. You digress in the oddest ways, John, but thanks anyway?" she said reluctantly.

"I meant that in a good way," I stated. "I'm much happier having you around."

"That's nice," she said plainly, resting her head against the seat.

"And you know what else?" I asked, this time keeping my stare on the road. I didn't quite have the guts to look her in the eye with what I was about to say.

"What?" she asked, reaching for a bag of chips in the backseat.

"I think I have a crush on you," I said, and immediately, she froze. The words that had just escaped my mouth seemed to process slowly.

"You weirdo, that's hella random!" she exclaimed. Somehow, she managed to turn this back into a casual conversation and I'm not sure if that was a good thing.

I didn't quite know how to respond and so I did what I was used to doing, I looked at her.

"Um, thanks, I guess?" she said, filling in the awkward silence.

I chuckled.

"May I ask how it happened?" she questioned.

"What do you mean how it happened? It just did," I answered.

"Hm," she muttered thoughtfully and opened the bag of chips meanwhile. "Interesting."

I laughed, trying hard to mask the awkwardness I felt. She was taking this a lot differently than I thought she would. Then again, I didn't really think of her possible reactions in the first place.

"Come on, you know you have a crush on me too," I teased.

Instead of replying verbally, she shot me this stare.

"Is that a no?" I asked and she laughed.

"John, I think we both already know the answer to that," she said, placing a chip in her mouth.

And with that, the tense muscles in my body began to relax.

Allison's POV

"It goes on and on and on and on! Don't stop believing! Hold on to that feeling," he sang.

"You know, for a guy who's had an album out, you're kind of a terrible singer," I said. "Thank God we're here."

"Ouch Al, that was harsh," John said, clutching his chest. However, I quickly learned he didn't take my criticism to heart because before I knew it, he was singing again.

"Don't stop believing! Hold on to that feeling," he sang some more.

"John, please!" I begged, clutching his arm. "We're already parked for God sakes, you can stop singing now."

"You don't like my singing?" he asked in laughter, and I shook my head.

"Damn, I fail at impressing you," he groaned.

"Eh, just in that aspect," I said, making a face.

"Well, just watch my match close and carefully tonight, you'll be impressed," he stated confidently.

"Uh huh, whatever you say best friend."

A couple minutes later

"CODY!" I exclaimed the minute I stepped foot in the hotel lobby.

I was walking side by side with John until the sight of Cody caused to me to walk a little faster. He had just inched away from the front desk and I was determined to get closer to him.

"Allison?" Rhodes squinted. As soon as he had his confirmation that it was me, he stretched his arms out welcomingly and said, "Damn I haven't seen you in awhile."

He picked me off the ground and spun me around, just like always. Gently laying me down, he flashed a smile before turning his attention to John. He said, "Hey man."

"Yo," John greeted plainly.

"How long you here for?" he asked, turning his attention back to me.

I smiled, and shrugged. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," he began to say with a flashy smile. "We should hang out again."

"Sounds good," I approved, nodding my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw John shift into his place uncomfortably.

This was awkward.

"Alright, I'll call you later? I have to get going now, I needa workout," he said.

"Aight," I said waving good-bye and smiling.

"Again?" John questioned, as soon as we were walking alone. "Hang out again?"

"Um, yeah John, I've hung out with him before. Why are you so anal about it?" I asked, taken back by his domineer.

We both paused but instead of giving me an answer, he walked away and went to the front desk. I planted myself exactly where I was and looked at my best friend in disbelief.

"I don't like him," he claimed, as soon as he got back to me with our keys.

"And why?"

"I'm just," he paused for a few seconds. "I'm just kidding, Al."

I shot him this stare to let him know I wasn't convinced. Then the next thing I knew, I was off the ground. He had grabbed me by the waist and lifted me over his shoulder.

"John!" I squealed. "Is this really necessary?"

He let out a soft chuckle and continued the long walk to our room.

"Best friend," I whined, helplessly dangling my whole body. "I don't like this."

"You don't have to," he laughed.

"Best friend!" I fussed again, pounding on his back as if it did anything.

"You're up in the air, don't make me tickle you Al," he warned, gently hovering his hand over my tickle spots. He knew me too damn well and he always found a way to work that against me.

"I don't like you," I stated, surrendering to his dirty trick.

"You don't have to," he laughed again. "You already love me."

"No I don't," I pouted, attempting one last time to wiggle out of his grip.

"Al I warned you," he mentioned right before placing his hands on my sides and doing his infamous tickle attack.

"John! Don't!" I screamed, helplessly kicking and punching whatever I could. "Stop!"

"Don't stop?" he taunted me and laughed. He knew how much I despised being tickled and any time he found an excuse to do so, he took it - willingly and gladly.

"Cena!" We heard someone call out from somewhere.

John was in the middle of laughing before he turned to faced Mr. McMahon.

Oh. What a downer.

"Cena," he called again, walking closer and fixing his suit simultaneously. "Do you happen to have any idea where your good friend Randy is?" he asked.

After finally laying me down, John wiped his mouth before looking eye to eye with the boss, he replied, "I don't know, sir. You have a phone why don't you go ask him yourself."

Before McMahon had the chance to protest, John patted his shoulder and took my hand to swiftly walk away.

"Ew, why are we holding hands?" I asked upon realizing that we were indeed holding hands. We probably were for a few long seconds but it was too comfortable to notice.

"Why not?" he asked, opening our hotel room.

"Whatever, let's go out to the balcony!" I suggested, keeping our hands laced as we go outside. "It's so pretty!"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before examining every beautiful inch this view had to offer. I always had the tendency to 'over' appreciate the outdoors, or so John says.

"Best friend, look!" I ordered, taking a second to look away from the view to see his reaction.

"You act like I haven't seen anything prettier," he chuckled, not taking his eyes off me.

I wasn't quite sure what he meant but the way he's been looking at me has been…something. He's managed to make me feel like the prettiest girl in the world without even saying anything.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed with his.

"You mean, how the way you look at me too?" he asked, forming an innocent grin.

I immediately looked away and groaned to myself.

Damn, he got me there.

Thankfully, I escaped having to answer because the place was suddenly filled with his ring tone. I slickly looked back at the view as he answered his phone.

"Hello? Yeah, I got it. Yeah. Uh-huh," I heard before I walked away for the bathroom.

John's POV

"JOHN!"

I had just hung up the phone and was about to steal a glance at the view until I heard Allison's voice.

"Yeah?" I yelled, while walking back inside to see her not in sight. "Where are you?"

"I'm um, I'm in the bathroom," she stated. "Can you um, can you go through my bag and give me a tampon?"

"A what?" I asked knowing all too well what she said. The shyness in her voice was just too cute, I had to hear it again.

"A tampon," she repeated. "Please?"

I shook my head and laughed. This wasn't the first time I've gotten her a tampon, but the last time was definitely a long time ago. I unzipped her bag and went straight to the secret compartment. Without trouble, I found one and something else. Taking both items, I walked myself to the bathroom and handed her the tampon.

"Thanks," she murmured softly. Saving her from further embarrassment, I walked away and waited.

Taking the other item into hand, I smiled.

"Do you need this too?" I asked, putting it up to view as soon as she returned.

Her eyes widened, and she stopped dead on her tracks. She had the biggest whatta hell look all over her face.

"Whatta- John- I-" she stuttered.

In my hand was a vibrator. The corners of my mouth raised up, as I walked towards her.

"JOHN!" she fused, punching my arm. "That's not mine!"

"Yeah, it's totally mine," I joked.

"Tiffany bought it for me," she excused, flushed.

"And you kept it," I mentioned, putting the toy down on the table.

"John, seriously," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Look," I started to say, taking a seat beside her. "If you want that kind of pleasure, you don't need a toy. I'm always here."

"No, I'm not after the sex," she claimed, shaking her head.

"Well there's other activities I can do to pleasure you," I reminded, putting my face closer towards hers.

She smacked my chest the minute I finished my sentence. "Ew, shut up."

I laughed, "It's alright, Al."

She shyly buried her face against my chest as I gladly wrapped my arms around her.

Later That Night

"Good match huh?" I bragged. I had just finished another live show, and for once, came right back to the hotel room. I had Allison with me, and that's all I needed.

"Mm hmm," she muttered, immediately reuniting with the king sized bed. "Best friend…I'm sleepy."

I looked at her with ease and smiled. My cheek muscles have been over worked for the past few days but it was for a good cause.

I joined her on the bed and easily placed my arm around her. She scooted closer and nestled her face against my neck. I took a second to look away and the item on the table immediately caught my attention.

'Well there's other activities I can do to pleasure you,' I remembered saying.

I massaged her sides and she reciprocated by gently running her hand up and down my arm. It was light but her touch was unbelievable. This went on for a couple more minutes until I felt her body move even closer towards mine. I began to feel her pouted lips lightly brush against my neck.

I felt myself get weak, even with this simple form of physical contact.

For a person who claimed to be sleepy, Allison was pretty damn sensual. Without complaint, I pulled my body up and hovered over her. Her eyes opened to look into mine as I slid my hand down her thigh.

"Remember what I told you earlier?" I whispered into her ear.

"Mm," she muttered, lightly nodding her head.

I trailed my hands higher towards her inner thigh and she didn't seem to protest…

Author's Note: Ohweee, this was kinda a filler chapter, prepare for the next one! Thanks for reading, reviews are appreciated ;)

April 24, 2010