I was kind of rushing to get this chapter out so sorry if it's not that great. I wanted to write Sunday but then I slept more than I meant to and then there was football and when there's football..well, let's just say I don't do much else. And then tonight there was football and Raw and more football and yeah...i got a little caught up. I'll update again, within the next day or two, I promise. Read, Enjoy, & Review!

Chapter 20...

"Wait a minute," Randy picked up a couple towels as he and John walked out of the hotel gym. He handed one to his friend, "You're telling me you want to dump Paula because you think Brianna might want you back?"

Randy knew this was going to happen. People were so damn predictable sometimes.

"I said I was thinking about breaking up with Paula," John corrected, pulling his t-shirt on as they made their way down the hall. "And I know she wants me back."

"Did she tell you that?" Randy asked.

"Not exactly," John admitted.
"Then you don't know," Randy laughed.

"I could just tell," John shrugged.

"Because she almost let you kiss her?" Randy smirked.

"If you knew Brianna, you'd get why that means something," John said. "When she's with the person she wants to be with, she wouldn't even let another guy get close enough to kiss her. It just wouldn't happen."

"Dude, you've only seen her with one guy other than you," Randy laughed.

"And when she was with me, she would never have let someone else kiss her," John smiled, obviously feeling smug.

"John, you're famous. You're one of the biggest names in our business, you're on TV, you have a movie coming out, you make a lot of money," Randy reminded him. "Chicks are all over us all the time. She's gonna be tempted. It doesn't mean you two are gonna get married and have a bunch of babies."

"Bro, she doesn't care about that," John said. "You should see her place, she has more than enough money of her own. And she's on TV too."

"Yeah but how many people watch So You Think You Can Dance?" Randy made a face.

"It's the highest rated summer show," John answered. "Bri told me Fox picked it up for two more seasons before this one was even in it's third week."

"Whatever," Randy shrugged. "A near kiss doesn't mean anything. You're gettin' all whipped over nothing."

"I'm not whipped," John laughed. "And it's not nothing."

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Brianna turned her hat to the back, breathing a little heavily. She was trying not to get frustrated with the dancers but it was difficult. They had to get into hair, makeup, and wardrobe in a few hours and it seemed that half of them had forgotten the choreography they'd been working on for a week. Kelis would be there in an hour to work on the routine and Brianna wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She absolutely loved the singer as a person but she wasn't the greatest dancer in the world. Brianna wanted the rest of the dancers perfect so that once Kelis got there, she could focus most of her attention on her. It didn't help that one section of the choreography was to be done blindfolded. They'd done it perfectly before though, more than once. She just needed to get them back to that point. That would have been easier if she could manage to focus. Her mind kept drifting to John and how close they were the night before. She kept thinking about how he smelled and how incredible he looked with his shirt off.

Damn it Bri, focus

She had worked up a sweat from running through the routine so many times so she pulled off the tank top she was wearing, leaving her in a sports bra and baggy pants. She tossed the shirt aside, picking up a water bottle, "So I'm a little confused…I'm not with you guys for, what, two days and everything goes to hell?" No one said anything.

"Melissa, Shae, Brenda, and Fallon, you go take a break," Bri instructed, pulling her pants up a little. The four of them were currently doing a great job.

"Natalie, you come up here with me," she waved the young woman up. Natalie was the best dancer on the shoot, and admittedly, a favorite of Brianna's. This was her eighth time working with the young woman and definitely not her last.

"The rest of you are gonna watch Natalie and I go through it once, then we're all gonna work this until it's right. Okay?"

The remaining dancers nodded. Brianna pulled the stereo remote out of her pocket and restarted the song. She held up two fingers, letting Natalie know they were working on the second of the four routines.

"5..6..7..8.."

Brianna and Natalie went through the routine with Bri counting or calling out the movements, making sure the other dancers were watching. Once they finished, she paused the song, turning to the others, "I know you all can do that."

Brianna heard her phone ringing in her bag near the door.

"And you will," she smiled. "After a brief break."

A few of them laughed as she ran over to her bag.

10 Minutes Later…

Brianna walked back toward the dancers, most of them were going over the steps together. Natalie was sitting against the mirrored wall. She smiled as Brianna approached, "Who was that? John?"

Brianna laughed at Natalie's sing-song voice. Natalie was the first dancer to arrive at the studio that morning and when she asked why Bri was so tired, Brianna told her about her night.

"Was he calling to tell you he cant live without you?" Natalie wiggled her eyebrows.

"Why did I tell you anything?" Bri asked, sitting beside her, watching the other dancers rehearse. The four she'd sent on break returned and joined in.

"Because you needed someone who wouldn't judge your every thought and action," Natalie reminded her.

"Right," Brianna nodded.

"You didn't say I couldn't tease you a little," Natalie shrugged.

"It wasn't him," Brianna said. "It was Maya."

"Is that the little girl you brought to the Candyman shoot?"

Brianna nodded, smiling.

"She's so cute," Natalie smiled. "What'd she say?"

"She's packing for a trip and she wanted to know what I thought she should take," Bri explained. "And she wanted to talk to John."

"She likes him?"

Bri nodded, "Quite a bit."

"I cant blame her," Natalie said. "My little brother loves wrestling and I've seen that guy. He's gorgeous."

"Yes he is," Brianna nodded. "He's even better when you get to know him."

Natalie was about to say something but Brianna held up a hand, "Don't forget why I told you."

"Fine, fine," Natalie relented.

"Alright ladies," Brianna stood up, then reached down, helping Natalie up. "Let's run through the second setup, this time we're gonna do it with the blindfolds on."

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Raquel yawned, rubbing her head as she rolled over in bed. She blinked, squinting against the light from the window. She rolled the other way, opening her eyes to look at the clock. Maintenance had gotten she and Jeff out of the elevator at 5 A.M. Jeff walked her back to her room before making his way to his own. She fell asleep about 15 minutes later. It was now Noon and she didn't have the slightest desire to get up. Panicking the way she did the night before took a lot out of her. She hugged her pillow, closing her eyes again, hoping she could get back to sleep before someone called or came to her door. An unfamiliar scent touched her nose, not unpleasant, just unfamiliar. It smelled like a mix of soap and cologne. She opened her eyes, looking at the arm she had wrapped around her pillow.

Well that explains it

She was wearing Jeff's t-shirt. She couldn't remember why she had it on but the scent was strangely..comforting. She thought back to the way he took care of her in the elevator. Sure, they fought for a while first but in the end, he'd actually been there for her. It was a surprise..A nice one. She couldn't believe she was having pleasant thoughts about Jeff. It was completely foreign to her. But as long as no one else knew about it, it was okay. She closed her eyes again, nuzzling the pillow as she felt herself drifting off to sleep.

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"Dad, I don't know if that's a good idea," Shane shook his head.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Vince asked.

"I don't know it's just kind of..an invasion of privacy," Shane shrugged.

"How so?" Vince asked.

Shane shook his head, knowing there was no point in arguing. When his father thought he had a good idea, he was going to roll with it, regardless of what anyone else said.

"Nevermind Dad," Shane said. "I'll make a couple calls and get it set up."

Vince smiled, "Good."

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Wednesday…

"Come on Rocky, Bri told us to be there at noon," John said, waiting in the doorway of Raquel's room.

"Oh shutup, you're only in this much of a rush 'cause you wanna make out with my sister," Raquel walked out of the bathroom, stepping into the shoes she'd placed by the bed.

John was beginning to regret telling her about what happened..well, almost happened, with Brianna. They had breakfast together and she'd told him about her elevator ordeal and before he knew it, he was telling her about Bri.

"Watch it," John pointed. "There isn't very much keeping me from telling Jeff how sweet you think he is all of a sudden."

She glared at him, "I never said he was sweet. I said it was somewhat sweet of him to try and comfort me that night."

"And you said it with this little gleam in your eye," John teased as she walked out past him.

"Don't start with me Cena," she warned.

"What?" John laughed. "I'm just sayin' it's kinda cute that you two got stuck together and had to cuddle to keep each other warm."

"Eww," Raquel shook her head as they reached the elevator.

"You know, it's nice to have something to harass you about," John said. "Now I get why you have so much fun messing with me and Bri."

"What kind of a friend are you?" she asked, trying not to laugh.

"The best kind," John put an arm around her shoulders. "The kind that gets great joy out of your discomfort."

She elbowed him in the side.

"By the way," he said. "Just for that, you're sittin in the backseat with Jeff."

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1 Hour Later…

John and the rest of the group followed as one of the production assistants led them down to the set. He could hear the song playing loudly and assumed that they were currently shooting. They walked down a short set of stairs and then found themselves surrounded by a bunch of equipment, fans lighting, and a few cameras. He could see the director sitting in a chair behind the camera with a monitor next to him.

"There they are," the PA pointed and John followed her direction, spotting Kelis and the dancers. The set was almost like a warehouse and the dancers were in varying skimpy leather outfits. He struggled to keep his mouth from dropping open when he saw Brianna. She was in a black leather bra, matching shorts that barely covered her, black fingerless gloves, and stiletto heeled boots that came up to her knees. Her hair was flowing in waves and looked a tiny bit damp and her skin was glistening thanks in part to oil and beads of sweat. John knew she had a great body, that was obvious enough in clothes, but he hadn't seen it in this state of undress in a while and the sight was mesmerizing. Not to mention the way she was moving. His focus was solely on her as her hips moved to the music, and he could see the muscles in her toned stomach.

"You might wanna close your mouth John," Raquel advised. "Something might fly in."

He did so but couldn't bring himself to stop watching her.

"She's a great dancer huh?" Raquel smirked.

"Yeah," John nodded, not really paying attention to the choreography. "Great dancer."

"Cut," the director yelled. "Very nice ladies. That's lunch, I'll see you all in two hours."

The lights came up and everyone started milling around.

"I'll tell Brianna you're all here," the assistant smiled, beginning to walk away.

Brianna pulled her blindfold off, handing it to someone and going to talk to the director. They watched some of the video on his monitor, pointing things out to each other and speaking in hushed tones, both of them nodding. The PA walked over, looking a little nervous to interrupt their conversation. Brianna looked up, giving her a smile and she relaxed. John couldn't hear anything they were saying but after a few seconds, Brianna looked in their direction, her smile growing brighter. She quickly said something to the director, patted the PA on the shoulder and then rushed toward them.

"Hey everybody!" she smiled. "I'd hug you but I'm all greased up..Gimme like five minutes to change. I'll be right back."

"I'm coming with," Raquel announced.

"Okay," Bri shrugged. "We'll be back."

She turned to walk away and Raquel walked past John, giving him a mischievous smile. Great, just what he needed, Raquel was up to something.

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"I thought lunch was supposed to be at noon," Raquel said as she and Brianna walked.

"No, I just figured you'd make everybody run late so I told you noon so you'd be here on time," Brianna laughed, taking off her gloves as they walked out of the studio and through the lot, toward her trailer.

"Nice," Raquel laughed.

They entered the trailer and Bri tossed her gloves on the counter.

"Jesus, it's freezing in here," Raquel wrapped her arms around herself.

"That's how I like it," Brianna laughed. "Perks of being the choreographer."

"Freak," Raquel laughed as her sister began wiping her oil off with a towel.

"You should leave it on," Raquel said. "John looked like he was gonna have a heart attack when he saw you all half naked and oiled up."

Bri laughed, continuing to wipe herself down.

"So is Brooke supposed to be here soon?"

Bri nodded, "Yeah, in about 15 minutes."

"And you're gonna tell her you're taking the job?"

Brianna grabbed a pair of sweatpants off of the small couch behind her and pulled them on over her shorts, "Yup."

"I'm sure she'll be happy," Raquel nodded, sitting on the couch.

Bri pulled on a shirt, "Yeah, I'm sure she will."

She picked up a brush and started to pull her hair up.

Raquel crossed her arms, "So you're really not gonna tell me about what happened last night?"

Brianna stopped brushing, turning to face her sister, still holding her hair in her hand, "What?"

"I cannot believe you," Raquel shook her head slowly. "You almost make out with John and don't tell me?"

"I didn't tell you because it was nothing," Brianna said. "Almost doesn't count."

"Yes it does," Raquel insisted.

"No it doesn't," Brianna laughed, finishing her hair. "It was a momentary lapse in judgment."

"You are a horrible liar," Raquel pointed.

"What?" Bri laughed.

"If it was really nothing, you would have told me," Raquel said. "You tell me everything. You didn't this time because-"

"Because it was nothing," Brianna cut her off, pulling off her boots and putting on a pair of gym shoes. "Now let's go..I'm hungry."

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