Dallas. I don't know what I was doing when I got a plane ticket to come here, but here I was in a hotel room that was far too expensive for me to afford, but it was all I could do because I didn't have enough to save for a house and didn't like the idea of living in an apartment. So, here I was in some expensive hotel room for five days with no one to share it with.

Such a depressing life I lead.

The hangover that I currently had was making my head throb, and for a second I questioned if I was drinking too much on a regular basis, but decided against it. No more than the average just-turned-legal-age girl was. But then again, I wasn't the average girl. Just last week I was at some stupid New Years party with my far older co-workers, making an ass out of myself as I attempted to give poor Cody Rhodes a lap dance. That was the last thing I remembered of that night, and then I woke up in his hotel room with another hangover.

I had a quick shower and got dressed, not feeling in the mood to stay in this room for another minute. With my sunglasses on my face, I kept my head down and my eyes focused on my feet so no one would interact with me. When I was doing the Walk Of Shame on New Years Day, I had a little girl come up to me and ask me for my autograph. It was early… well, it was around eleven in the morning… and I felt so guilty. Here's this little girl, her big blue eyes and her blond hair in pigtails, asking for my autograph, and I couldn't even remember anything past ten o'clock from the night before. "Did you see the ball drop?" I asked her while she gave me a pen and a napkin.

She nodded her head excitedly. I don't remember watching it. "Daddy had me on his shoulders so I could see over everyone. It was really pretty." She was adorable, and of all the wrestlers in the hotel that were slowly coming down, she only paid attention to me. I'm a horrible role model for this kid; I didn't even brush my teeth before I left Cody's room. Not only was I trashy in that I didn't remember what had happened the night before, but now I don't brush my teeth before I go out in public.

This time I did brush my teeth, and while I was making my way towards the lobby from the elevator, a pair of arms were wrapped around my waist and spun me around. Spinning around is never good for a hangover. I kicked them in the shins to put me down, but they more so dropped me, and then they dropped themselves. I'm lying in the middle of everyone's way with John Morrison on top of me, laughing. I'm pretty sure I was the only one that didn't find this humorous at all. "Hey Kels, just waking up?"

"Get off of me." Things have been awkward since this make out session we had after a lame autograph session we both had to attend for WrestleMania. If Miz hadn't walked in when my shirt was off in the limo, it wouldn't have been so bad.

"Want to get some breakfast?"

"Not with you. Leave me alone." I needed time alone with my thoughts, so I could write them down and try to figure out my life, because that seems to be an issue I've been avoiding lately. When I got up from off the floor, I could hear his footsteps behind me. This is never a good sign.

Out on the sidewalks, the sun was blasting down on me. It hurt my head even more. Today seemed like that no matter what was going to happen, it was only going to make my hangover even worse. All the way to this tiny café I remembered from the last time I was in Dallas, he followed me. Then he sat across from me at the booth I claimed near the back, sunglasses still on. He wasn't wearing his sunglasses, but from what I recall, he's never had a drink in his life.

Then he stared at me, waiting for me to start the conversation. I pulled my little book that I kept in my purse to start writing stuff down, except I got sidetracked by what I had written down the last time, something about how I was going to help my life change by helping him. John Cena.

It was still quiet until we ordered our food. Pancakes and bacon sounded delicious, but apparently, it wasn't as appetizing as a fruit salad because that's what Morrison ordered, with a glass of water. "Whoa Johnny, slow down," I said sarcastically. "Don't live too wildly."

"How's your head?" He shouted. Asshole. I made note to not make fun of his diet again. "The sunglasses are a nice touch today. Weren't you wearing those at the airport the other day too? When aren't you wearing your sunglasses?"

"Is this an intervention?" I asked him quietly. I really didn't feel like being ridiculed at the moment. "I just kind of want to eat and go on with my day."

"We're worried about you, Kelly. You show up hungover, fly hungover, and drive hungover…it isn't good for your system. You could get kicked off the road if you keep it up like this, and no one wants to see that no matter how bad they treat you." He was referring to Victoria with that statement. She never liked me. "You're only twenty-one…"

I took a drink from the bitter cup of coffee that was in front of me and stayed quiet. I knew all that, none of it was new information. Candice mentioned it when we were shopping the other day, because she was worried too. But whatever, I just wanted to be alone. "What were you going to do today?" he asked me.

I didn't know the answer. "Go shopping? I don't know. Maybe go to the gym…"

"Work out those toxins, good idea."

"No, Johnny, not to work out the toxins. Fuck, can you leave me alone? Please?" Then our food came, which meant he wouldn't be leaving until he was finished eating. Today was not meant for me. I picked at my food, not feeling very hungry all of a sudden. Being around him always does this to me, and the awkward tension never helps. My pancakes were cold by the time he finished his fruit salad and was on his third glass of water. He was quiet while he ate, but I'm sure he heard the girls giggling at the table next to us… it was too loud for my head.

"What are you thinking about?" he said, leaning back in his chair and slowly scratching his stomach, lifting up his shirt a little bit; he definitely heard the girls next to us. "I know when you're thinking because it's the only time you're quiet and not smiling." He just wouldn't leave me alone. The worst part out of all this is that he never takes the shrug of the shoulders as an answer, he always wants you to indulge in what you're feeling. The problem is, telling people what I feel never makes me feel better, it just makes me feel worse. Then I get paranoid that they're going to tell someone so I have that to worry about on top of everything else. I never told anyone that I've cheated on my ex-boyfriend before except John, now I'm all freaked out because I'm pretty sure he told Candice. Now I'm going to be the unfaithful drunk in the locker room instead of just the drunk. This is what goes through my mind, and this is why I have to write it all down instead of 'talking it out'.

I wish I could go back to bed.

"You know he still has a girlfriend."

"Who?"

"Cena." What the hell? Of course I knew he had a girlfriend, I just talked to him on the plane a few days ago. "I saw you talking to him, and just thought before you got too close for comfort…"

"I'm not an idiot. I know he's with Candice. We were just talking, just like you and I are right now. People can do that, you know." He shrugged his shoulders as an answer. Ugh! He can shrug his but I can't shrug mine? What kind of a world do we live in?

He ordered for the check and told the waiter he would pay for the girls beside us as well. They actually swooned when they thanked him and didn't even bother stopping him. I knew what he was doing. Playing the Mr. Nice Guy card so he could get more fans. He annoys me. When he paid for breakfast and left a hefty tip for the waiter we left the café and he took me to the gym that was back at the hotel. I should've known this is where we would end up.

"Hop on the treadmill," he ordered. I gave in, because I know there was no use to fighting with him. He would probably pick me up and spin me around again. I started at a slow pace and held onto the sides. My sunglasses remained on my face. "We'll do thirty minutes of cardio, then we'll work on your arms and your abs, they could use toning."

"Your face could use toning," I mumbled my pathetic comeback low enough so he wouldn't hear me.

The timer on the treadmill said we had been going for ten minutes before he spoke to me again. "So, Dallas," he said, running at a pace I couldn't even bother to keep up with. "I didn't know you had a place here." I mumbled something so lowly even I don't know what I said. "A hotel for five days? Any reason why?"

Of course there was a reason. He just didn't have to know about it. Although it was quite depressing that I hadn't seen my reason just yet… I still had three days… "No reason," I told him. "I just really like Dallas. They have nice stores to shop in, and I needed new outfits anyways because I have this photo shoot next week, plus an autograph signing and a radio interview. I need to look good, Johnny." Mission accomplished: he kept his mouth shut until we hit the weights.

I sat on the floor while I stretched out and he sat across from me, placing his feet inside my knees to stretch my legs out even more while he pulled me forward towards him. I never remembered it hurting this much when I had done this stretch with Cena, but I usually wasn't hungover. I remembered he laughed when I tried to pull him towards me and he didn't even budge.

"So, what have you done the last two days?" I asked him, picking up small weights because I didn't feel like being there. When I worked out with John, I used heavier weights to keep up with him, but I always ended up sore the next day. Morrison didn't deserve the attention I gave John.

"Oh, you know. Worked out, visited some cousins, hung out with Melina. We're going out tonight if you would like to join us. It's a double date with Candice and Cena, but we could probably find you someone and make it a triple." The last thing I wanted right now was to go out, unless they were buying drinks. Maybe if I batted my eyelashes enough I could get a drink on the house. My head gave a quick throb, and that was the last time I thought of a drink for the rest of the day. "I think Miz might be around visiting some friends. Unless you want to go out with Cody." Then he gave me a wink. He knew what went on New Years Eve.

I laid back down on the floor to do sit ups, but then he stood on my feet. "I know what's up, Kelly."

"Do you now?"

"I do. And I'm here to remind you that he has a girlfriend." I reached up to slap him but he caught my hand and took my sunglasses off with his other. He stared down at me, right into my eyes and shook his head. "It seems that I also need to remind you that he loves her and would never do anything to hurt her."

I couldn't help by smirk. He was hurting her by talking to me while she was sleeping. I never took Candice as the jealous type, but now her cover up about being 'worried' about me made sense. He was probably hurting her more than he would ever know. Biting the inside of my cheek was the only thing I could do, or else I would blurt it out to Morrison, and he's the last person that deserves to know this type of gossip. When he stepped off my feet he went on his own business and began to do sit ups, so for pay back, I straightened out his knees and straddled him on the hips, right in the middle of the gym and in front of whoever was there. He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down and leaned forward my hair covering our faces as if it was a wall. "He talks to me," I whispered. "That's hurting her enough."

Getting off of him, I stuck my sunglasses down the middle of my tank top and began to head back to my hotel room, trying to find they key in my wallet. Once again, I could hear his footsteps behind me, and they didn't stop until we had both reached the elevator. When I pressed the 7 in the elevator, the floor of my hotel room, I noticed he didn't hit any buttons. Which is funny, since we weren't staying on the same floor.

All the way to my room he followed me, stalking me because I knew something that he didn't. I knew the one piece of information of the biggest star in the company that I promised I wouldn't share with a single soul, and yet here I was with John Moirrson at the door to my room. At any given moment I could just spill it out and tell him how Cena thinks Candice is cheating on him… but I wouldn't do that.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked him, opening the door to my room. He followed me inside, and once the door was shut, he backed me up against it and kissed me.