The next day occurred with little annoyance from John. I figured the night before and his reading of my writing notebook had brought him back to earth. While we had been at the autograph signing in St. Louis, I hid out in the back doing the assignments that my teachers had emailed me, listening to my Ipod. I was hoping that it was a sign that clearer days were coming.

"Time to leave." John said, looking down at me from the door. I looked up from my position on the floor, taking the earphones out of my ear.

"Already? We've only been here for about…" I took out my phone and looked at the time. "Three hours?! Hm, time flies when you're doing homework I guess." I grabbed my stuff and got up to leave with him.

As the night wore on, there was nothing major to report about John's behavior. He still needed a coffee every five minutes but I could deal with that. At least he was being nice to me.

"So, everything's cool now?" Kane asked as I was walking back to the locker room to find John. He had given me a five minute warning of his departure about four minutes before so I wasn't in the mood for a long conversation.

"Yes, it's cool. I think I just had to get in his face a little. Or something like that. I don't know, not that it really matters to me anyway." I assured the big man next to me. As we got to the locker room John was coming out with his bag in hand.

"Good, you're here. I was afraid I was going to have to leave you again." John said, smiling. The joking tone in his voice made for a little comic relief.

Kane didn't find it that funny and gave John a slight glare before entering the locker room waving goodbye to me. John and I began to leave and he drugged along obviously with something on his mind.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, as we reached the car.
"Yea, starved." I replied, climbing into the passenger seat.

"Well, Randy knows this place and he wants me to go with him but since I have you with me I was wondering if you want to go. Kind of skip me having to drop you off at the hotel."

"Sure, that's fine with me but what about my curfew?" I asked, looking at the clock. I had about five minutes before I'd be breaking it.

"Well, if you won't tell, I won't."

I smiled and said that it was okay with me.

When we got there I realized that this was definitely someplace that I could imagine Randy hanging out. A little secluded night club. I looked at John in slight disbelief when we got out of the car.

"Are you serious?" I asked, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder as if to hold me up from fainting.

"Told you Randy knew a place. Don't worry we won't stay that long. Oh, and Sam is going to be here, Randy's fiancée."

"Yea, but…" Before I had time to argue or say anything my phone began to ring. I looked at the caller id and it was Alec. I stopped dead in my tracks and answered it. John looked back at me, waiting not-so patiently.

"Hey, listen I'm about to go eat can we talk later?" I asked, not wanting to begin a conversation to have it cut short.

"This won't take long I just wanted to tell you something." He said, and I could tell by the tone in his voice that it was serious.

"Okay, what's up?" I asked, a little hesitant to know why he called.

"I want to break up."

"What?" I exclaimed, making John turn to look at me from his position a few steps in front of me.

"I'm sorry but it's not working out. Bye." I stood there for a moment. A little in shock. I closed my phone and looked up at John, putting on a brave smile.

"What's going on?" He asked, a little bit interested.

"Nothing. Are we going or what?"

"Pepperoni pizza, large and four cokes." Randy ordered for us, smiling and wrapping his arm around Sam. I was genuinely having a good time or at least I would be if I could forget what had happened before we came in.

John leaned in next to me whispering in my ear. "What's wrong with you? You've been quiet and I've never known you to be quiet."

I turned my head to look at him, our faces were at an unsafe distance but I smiled comfortingly, trying to convince him of the lie about to exit my mouth. "I'm fine."

He examined my face, obviously not believing me completely. "Are you sure?"

Randy and Sam who had been off in their own little conversation took notice of the closeness of John and I and stopped talking. I took a glance over at the other couple and decided that I needed to get away from my three companions.

"I'm fine." I reiterated. "I'm going to dance." I said, rising from the table and making my way toward the dance floor.

My first ten minutes were awkward as I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd. I found it difficult to enjoy the music, let alone dance in such constricted conditions. When I found a decent spot though, where they seemed to move away from me, I stopped. I let out an aggravated breath before concentrating on enjoying myself. I was single, damn it, and I was going to enjoy it.

Not long after I relaxed and began the process of losing myself to the music did I feel hands on my sides. My first instinct was to shy away and I started to before I hesitated. I shuddered as the hands slid up and underneath my shirt, the owner of them pressing up against my back. I lowered my hands to rest upon his, tilting my head back and against his chest. He pulled me closer to him, grinding into my back. I shivered, biting back a moan as his grip on my sides tightened slightly.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I'd turned; eyes closed, and pressed my lips against his. I held back a whimper when he kissed back, somewhat roughly. One hand traveled around and up my spine, causing me to arch up against him.

As I pulled away, I opened my eyes to reveal a very excited John.

"Well, if I knew you'd react like that I wouldn't have waited to come dance with you." He said, cupping my cheek in his hand and grabbing my right hand with his free one, pulling me from the crowd.

"John, I see you pulled her out." Randy said as we approached the table and John just smiled nodding his head.

My face had to have been beet-red from the embarrassment that I felt. Randy didn't seem to have noticed my little sign of affection toward John. Sam, on the other hand, could have bore a whole through my face with the look she was giving me. I didn't think it was wise to stay there much longer.

"John, it's getting late and it's already been past my curfew. Maybe we should be heading back."

John agreed and we left. I didn't say anything to him on the ride back to the hotel. I couldn't figure out what to say. Up until yesterday we could barely stand to be within three feet of each other and I had just kissed him. As we walked up to our rooms, John stopped at his door and pulled me in with him.

"About what happened on the dance floor…" He began and I had a feeling that this conversation was going to take a very serious turn on my behavior.

"Yea, sorry about that I didn't know that it was you or I never would've done that." I reasoned, hoping not to make a big deal out of it.

John didn't say anything for a few minutes, and I wondered what he was thinking about but he finally said something. "Well, I guess that means that we don't have to have a conversation then. Which is good cause it would've been really weird."

"Agreed. So, never happened?" I pleaded, not willing to have this on my mind for the coming months we'd be together.

"Agreed." John said, though something in his voice made me think he didn't want to agree with me. "So, are you tired?" He asked with a hint of what sounded like hope in his voice.

"Not really, kind of wired actually." I responded, wondering where this was going.

"Good, neither am I. I figure we can stay up, watch some pay-per-view and see what we can get room service to bring us." John said, climbing onto the bed and turning on the TV.

I followed him, laying down next to him. He picked up the phone and ordered about anything he could think of and when it got up to the room, he found the scariest movie that was coming on to watch. I wasn't entirely happy with the situation but I also was in no place to argue.

After we finished the mass amount of food that we had ordered John laid back on the bed.

"You know, I hate scary movies and I wish to wring your neck for ordering this." I said to John looking back at him from my position at the foot of the bed. He laughed leaning forward and grabbing my arms, pulling me up to him.

He stopped tugging on my arms when I was laying next to him, my face a few inches from his. "Deal with it." He said, laughing slightly. I hit him lightly on his right arm and he began to tickle me. I convulsed in his grasp, laughing uncontrollably.

"Do you surrender?" He asked, pinning me down and tickling me more.

"Yes, I surrender, now get off of me!" I yelped, trying desperately to catch my breath. He stopped tickling but remained on top of me, pinning me to the bed.

He smiled, laying back down but pulling me with him. "Watch the movie and no complaining." He said, wrapping an arm around my body. I didn't want to smile but then again it wasn't my choice to be in the position I was in. John had his arm wrapped around me and I was laying on his chest. Was it just my imagination or was John kind of… hitting on me?