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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 27

It was the middle of the night and Paige couldn't sleep. She quietly walked out of her room, which was located on the first floor, and walked into the kitchen. She searched through the fridge and the pantry, trying to find a late night snack. She pulled out some orange juice, pouring herself a cup. She then grabbed the jar of peanut butter from the pantry and set both items on the counter. She grabbed a spoon before hopping up on the counter, unscrewing the peanut butter lid before sticking her spoon in and bringing out a spoonful of the delicious spread. Whenever she woke up in the middle of the night at home, she would immediately get these same ingredients and sit in front of the TV until she got too tired to stay awake any longer. She thought about turning on the TV but she didn't want to wake anyone up. So she sat there in silence, with the lights on very dim, drinking her juice and eating spoonful after spoonful of peanut butter.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" She heard someone ask her. She jumped, scared, and turned her head towards the doorway. Even though the light was barely on, she could make out the silhouette and light shading on Randy's face.

"You scared me." She said quietly as he walked toward her with a smile.

"Sorry, but why are you up so late?" He asked, putting his hands on her knees.

She shrugged, sliding the spoon into her mouth. "Couldn't sleep." She replied once she swallowed. "Why are you up?"

He too shrugged. "Same." They sat in silence for a few minutes. "I miss you."

She giggled, closing the jar of peanut butter. "What do you mean? I'm right here."

He rolled his eyes and using his hands on his knees, pulled them apart so he could stand between her legs. "No, I miss being with you…you know intimately."

She smiled, looping her arms around his neck. "Aw, I missed you too." She said. They sat in silence again, this time though, the air was thick with sexual tension. It wasn't long before their lips had connected in a passionate kiss. Randy's hands were resting on the counter on either side of her hips, his mouth moving expertly over Paige's. Paige's hands were gently raking the base of his neck with her fingers, letting out a throaty moan every once in a while.

The kiss went on for quite a while, neither needing to come up for air. They were so into the kiss, they didn't hear someone come downstairs, nor did they see the lights flick on.

"What the fuck?" An angry voice said each word slowly. Paige and Randy immediately sprang apart, Randy jumping back to the other side of the kitchen, looking wide eyed at the angry party. Paige had assisted Randy, pushing him away from her as she sat up straighter, hitting her head against the cabinets behind her in the process.

"John." She said quietly yet full of fear. He looked so mad, it was almost scary.

John's eyes were radiating with rage. He had woken up in the middle of the night with a craving for something sweet and he came down to the kitchen and caught his best friend making out with his ex girlfriend. Again he must ask, "What the fuck?" Randy and Paige were both silent, each wearing a guilty expression. Paige knew she had to say something or do something. She jumped off the counter and slowly walked in the direction of John.

"John, now it's not what it looks like." She said softly, holding her hands out in front of her as a peace gesture. She reached down to grab his hand but he threw it back at her.

"What the fuck Randy?" He asked, looking over the woman, eyes connecting with the younger man. "You're supposed to be my best friend."

"John, I am." Randy said, stepping forward.

"No Randy, no, best friends don't make out with their best friends girl." John said coldly.

Randy couldn't help but point out, "John, she is not your girl."

John ignored the correction and turned his gaze to Paige who looked like she was near tears. Normally that would weaken him, but not now, he was way too pissed off now. "And you, making out with my best friend? After we slept together? Did that night mean nothing to you?" He spat at her.

"Wait, what?" Randy asked, focusing on Paige whose shoulders slumped.

"Oh she didn't tell you?" John asked cruelly. "Yeah, a couple months ago, it was great, well at least I thought it was, apparently it meant nothing to this slut." He said, getting louder.

Paige looked up at John with a heartbroken expression. How could he just call her a slut like that? She let out a sigh, she had to remember he was angry, he was saying things he didn't mean. "John, now let's stop. Let's sleep on this and we can all talk in the morning." She said, moving to the right to walk around him and go to her room. John however, stepped in her way.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked angrily.

"To my room." She said, looking up at him.

His gaze darkened. "No, fuck that. You can't sleep here."

She tilted her head to the side in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"You cannot sleep here," He said, punctuating each word. "You're no longer welcome in this house." Paige couldn't believe her ears. He was kicking her out. She had never, ever been kicked out of the Cena house. Especially not in the middle of the night. She opened her mouth to protest but saw the look he was shooting her and knew it would be no use. She glanced at Randy, hoping for some back up but he seemed completely and utterly pissed at her. And she had completely and utterly fucked up. Things had gotten too confusing and too out of control and she had kept everything in, hoping it would all work itself out. She hung her head and walked around John, heading towards the front door. She opened the door, stepping out into the cold night air, closing the door quietly behind her, not wanting to wake anyone else up. She slumped herself down on the porch step and that's when the waterworks came. She tried to stop them but it was no use. She was sobbing. She had had a good life, with a good boyfriend, and a good ex boyfriend turned good friend and she had messed it all up. She sat there crying for a good ten minutes before she heard the door open. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and face, trying to catch her breath before she turned around. It was Dave and he looked very concerned.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked gently, crouching down to rub her back. She couldn't form any words so she just shook her head, signaling she couldn't talk about it. "I heard you crying so I came down to check it out, and I passed John on the way. He said you are sleeping somewhere else tonight." She nodded and after a few minutes of him rubbing circles on her back, her sobbing was under control and she now had the hiccups and very damp cheeks. She turned to him and forced a smile.

"Can you please go into my room and grab my things? I need to call a cab to take me to a hotel." She asked. She had thought about going home, but it was too late and her house was too far away, the cab fare would be ridiculous.

Dave grinned at her and nodded, disappearing into the house. When he reappeared, he had on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, carrying her luggage and he was holding a pair of car keys. "Come on, I'll take you to the hotel and you can tell me all about it." He offered, heading in the direction of the rental car everyone had pitched in for.

"No Dave, you don't have to. I know you're probably tired." She said, though she was following him anyway.

"Nonsense. I'd rather help you out than sleep." He said, putting her things in the back. "Here, put this on, you must be freezing." He said, taking off his sweatshirt and handing it to her. It was true. She was only wearing some shorts and a small t-shirt so she gladly accepted the sweatshirt. She was too tired to argue with Dave so she just let him have his way and walked on the passenger side of the car, sliding in.

Once they arrived at the nearest hotel, Paige got herself a room and she walked with Dave to her room in silence. When they settled into the room, Dave sat on the couch, motioning for her to come sit with him, which she did, then she launched into the whole story. Starting from the beginning when she first hooked up with Randy and ending with the mess that had happened tonight. Dave didn't really give her any input, just listened to her as she let it all out, something she needed to do. He rubbed her back to whole time, even after she finished, to soothe her. It seemed like she had fallen asleep when he carried her to her bed, tucking her in.

"Why don't you just crash here?" Paige offered in a sleepy voice, opening her eyes. "It's late."

Dave smiled and rubbed her hand. "Thanks shorty but I better get back in case I'm needed to break up any fights." She nodded in understanding, who knew what they were capable of. "I'll see you tomorrow." Dave said before leaving the room, leaving Paige with nothing to do but fall asleep.

A/N: I know i said i'd update Sunday or Monday! but school is keeping me extra busy. It's so hard for me to end stories, i never want them to end lol but this one should be done in a few chapters. Thanks again for all the reviews!!