Author's Note: I own diddly squat. The only thing that's mine is Aracely… and anyone else you don't recognise. I got this idea the other day when I was thinking about how you can't judge a book by its cover. Enjoy.

Nothing Lasts Forever

Chapter Five

"Lee?" She heard, somewhere off in the distance it seemed, but struggled to climb out of the sleep she was currently in. The moment she felt hands on her she jerked awake though, and tumbled out of the arms she'd been in and landed on the ground with a grunt.

"Shit! Are you okay Lee?" A voice she now recognised as Cena's asked. She fought the urge to rub her eyes and smear her makeup, and nodded a little, slowly straightening out her legs and getting up from the floor.

"Yeah I'm good, you just surprised me is all." She said. She still had some issues, though she certainly wasn't affected in the way Cena seemed to think. She noticed the sympathetic look on his face and finally scowled a little at him, "Don't look at me like that, I'm just a light sleeper in that aspect." She told him, grabbing her bag.

She heard the man sigh and then shut and lock the door, "Well come on then. We're at the hotel. Shawn isn't here though, and I don't have key or anything so you're coming to my room."

'Joy' She thought to herself, but she simply nodded and followed him into the hotel, thankful that there didn't currently seem to be any fans swarming around. It was a simple process today, to get the room key and head up. She noticed there were two beds and walked over to one, dropping her bag onto it before flopping down and staring up at the roof, wishing she could have just stayed with Jeff.

"You sure there isn't another reason you were so jumpy when I touched you earlier?"

Aracely had to fight back a groan when Cena's voice interrupted her thoughts. For once, he was actually right, there was a little more to it than her just being a light sleeper but she was hardly going to tell him that.

"Yes Cena, I'm sure."

"Why do you always call me Cena? You can call me John, you know."

"I know. I just prefer Cena…" She said, shrugging a little and looking over at him reluctantly. He was watching her with a small, thoughtful frown on his face.

"You don't have to put up those walls you know. I'm not going to judge you, whatever has happened."

"I'm a light sleeper Cena, that's all it is." She told him, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. He just kept watching her, observing her makeup and clothes as she lazed on the bed. His gaze wasn't perverted, but it did make her feel uncomfortable- like despite the fact he had said that he would not judge her, he most certainly was.

"There's a pretty girl underneath that mask of eyeliner and lipstick you wear Aracely." He said softly and she couldn't help the way her jaw twitched.

"I'm sorry you find my makeup unattractive Cena, but believe it or not, I'm wearing this cause I like it. It's not to hide anything and I look just fine with it in my opinion." Her voice had gotten a little colder and she grabbed her bag, fishing out her ipod and stuffing the buds in her ears immediately so she wouldn't have to listen to anymore of Cena's misguided worries.

She also pulled out her sketchbook. In the back of her mind she was aware of the fact that he was still watching her and he probably still had that stupid soppy looking frown on his face but she honestly didn't care. Whatever he thought was going on with her, he was far from right. She wasn't depressed, she wasn't hiding from the world, she wasn't on drugs and she was perfectly happy with who she was.

There were little things that she still had concerns and insecurities about, but on the whole she was actually doing quite well. He just couldn't seem to see that because she was different.

'When the hell is Jeff getting here?' She wondered to herself, fishing out her phone and continuing to ignore John, who appeared to be on his own phone now.

Jeffy, when are you getting here? God help me if it isn't soon. She sent Jeff in a text, imagining him laughing on the other end when he received it.

I should be at the hotel in about half an hour sweets. I'll let you know my room number then and we can art. Was his response, but she could just tell he was smiling as he sent it, just as he probably knew she was about to tear her hair out.

It amazed her- she'd never met anyone who understood her instantly like that before, nor someone she understood the way that she did Jeff. The two were intrinsically linked.

Thank god. I can't wait.

And with that she went back to her sketch, phone lying beside her on the bed. When it buzzed later with Jeff's room number she was up instantly, turning her ipod off and shoving it hurriedly into her bag. She was a little more careful with the sketchbook, then ramming her phone into her pocket.

"What are you doing?" Cena asked, sounding confused and she grimaced, forcing her face to straighten out before she turned to look at him.

"Oh uh, I asked Jeff to tell me when he got here. Want to work on some art with him. Shawn already said he didn't mind if we hung out again."

John just stared at her for a moment, not really sure what to say and she hated the look on his face. She didn't roll her eyes though, since it wouldn't help her cause. "Okay…" He said reluctantly, "Well… I'll see you later." He thought he should take it easy with her. Eventually she would open up.

The moment she was out the door, backpack secure on her shoulder, she rolled her eyes. After that she felt a little better and went hunting for Jeff's room, intensely relieved to see his face behind it when the door swung open. He laughed just at the look on her face and welcomed her in, letting the door click shut behind them both.

Author's note: So, I'm kinda on a roll tonight, and here's a chapter for this too! I honestly don't remember the EXACT plan I had for this anymore, but I still have a basic idea of what I was doing, so here we go! I hope you enjoyed the chapter :) Maybe if you're really lucky I'll update again soon lol.