The next morning when I got to the arena I sought Candice out, whether or not I should tell her was nothing but an after thought. I had to say something.

"Candice you know how the other day you asked me if I was serious about John coming onto me, and I said no. Well, I lied he really actually did."

So I told Candice the whole story including last night's confession.

"Did you say it back?" She asked when I finished talking.

"Say what back?"

"That you were falling in love with him too." She clarified.

"No, I just went to sleep, or at least tried to sleep. Why would he tell me that he was falling in love with me? That's just cruel." I replied, taking her bag off of a chair and sitting down.

"Not if it's the truth."

"The truth? You can't seriously think that."

"Well, like you said the first day, he was hitting on you. And you two are always together and he does seem to take special attention to the things you do and he never treats anybody the way he treats you."

"Yea because he treats everyone else pretty much decent. He treats me like crap most of the time."

"Maybe you should be thankful for that. I mean if he was nice to you all the time, would you feel for him, the way he says that he feels for you?"

I thought about the few times when John was civil or nice to me and I truly did enjoy that part of him. He was funny and sweet and I did love him. "Holy crap, I love him."

"You love him? What? You just said that you didn't and that it was cruel for him to say that."

"I know but you got me thinking and I just realized that when we're together it's easy. I don't have to try to impress him because I know no matter what nothing will. I can be me and I love that."

"I can't believe I helped you realize that you were in love with him. That was not my intention." She paused for a moment then realized what she said. "I didn't mean it that way. I just meant I wasn't trying to encourage the two of you."

"I know what you meant and don't worry nothing is going to happen. I won't put John in that much danger because he wants to be with me. Besides, he's probably a little hesitant to say that again since I didn't say anything last night."

I made my rounds through the arena. Smackdown was never my favorite show but it was okay to be in the back. I got cornered by the Undertaker later in the night and he pretty much ordered me to go out to dinner with him. I assumed he wanted to know how John was treating me now.

I couldn't find John and his cell phone went to voicemail so I just left him a message saying I was out with Mark and I'd be back later.

Dinner was a bunch of boring topics. How was life treating me? And other topics that weren't too much to be talked about.

It was along the lines of one o'clock when Mark and myself got back to the hotel. If there was one thing I had in common with everyone, I loved to eat. His room was a floor above mine so I left him in the elevator going up. As I approached John's door, I fiddled with the idea of knocking. Before I could make a decision for myself a blonde exited his room.

Her hair was a mess and her clothes were in the same condition. I stopped, my mouth open as she turned to shut the door and John appeared in the doorway, kissing her goodbye. She tiptoed past me and I just stood there and when John saw me, he froze as well. I could see his eyes were red and his movements gave him clear away, he was drunk.

His voice didn't hide it either, "Michelle, you're late." Slurred through every word, almost so it to be inaudible but I knew a lot of drunks and had learned to decipher words.

"Hey, just got back from dinner. I'm going to sleep now." I walked by his door and to mine, rummaging through my purse for my key.

"You're staying in your room? But I thought… you're not staying with Jeff?" He had sobered up in those few seconds and barely slurred any of his words.

"I wasn't with Jeff. Mark took me out for dinner. To make sure you were still being civil towards me." I opened the door but he had left his room and followed me into mine.

"I'm sor…"

"Don't apologize. I don't want to hear another one." I cut in. I pulled my hair out of the pony tail and through the rubber band on the table. "I thought you were serious last night. Apparently not. I guess its all for the better."

"I was serious but you didn't say anything I assumed you didn't feel the same way. I assumed you just saw me as a friend."

"Yea well you know what they say. When you assume things, you make an ass of you and me. I can't believe I thought that I might have liked you." I lied; I couldn't say that I loved him. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was hurting that much.

"It is for the better then. I couldn't have handled it if you didn't love me." John turned and walked back to his room. And I went to sleep.