John and Arianna did indeed stay up half of the night, making love to one another. The rough, unconnected sex was gone, only tender lovemaking over and over again. They were back together and back to their old ways. They were determined to be happy again.
They slept until early afternoon, being able to do so because the band had a day off. They, of course, made love as soon as they woke, then showered and went down to the hotel restaurant to get something to eat. Sure, they could have ordered room service, but they wanted to get out of the room, even if it was for just a little while.
They were seated at a square table for four but pulled their chairs as close together as possible. They sat together, talking and flirting, just like they used to and as if they had never been apart. The touches, the looks, the gentle kisses. They were back in deep, and it had only taken a matter of hours.
"Come on tour with me," John asked as he fiddled with Arianna's fingers.
She just had to stay with him. Forever. But she had flinched and looked totally shocked. Didn't she feel the same way?
"Won't the others complain? And my work," she backpedaled.
"Fuck the others. And your work can wait. I just want you with me. Please, Arianna. I don't want to be away from you anymore. Please," he begged.
Arianna bit her lip, unsure how to respond. Sure, she wanted to be with him, yet she knew if she took any time off now, everything she had been working for would be lost.
"Could you wait for just a couple of weeks? Let me get things settled at the studio-"
"Don't bother," John snapped, cutting her off.
He pulled away from her entirely and turned away from her. Arianna felt an invisible wall slide up between them as she watched him angrily grab his water glass and drink from it. Then he got out his pack of cigarettes, took one out, and lit it as he proceeded to ignore her completely.
"John," she started.
"No, forget that I said anything," he snapped, still staring ahead and away from her. Arianna slumped back in her seat, angrily crossing her arms in front of her.
"Aren't you being a little arrogant?" she snapped back. John cut his eyes indignantly sideways at her.
"Life is too damn short not to have what you want when you want it. If you can't have what you want, then you cut your losses and move on," he said, making a sweeping motion with his cigarette-laden hand.
He took a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke at her. She coughed and swatted the smoke away, making a disgusted face.
"Please don't be like this with me, John," she tried, taking a sweeter tack. "I want to come with you-"
"Then just do it!" he yelled, slamming his open palm down on the table and drawing the attention of the other restaurant patrons around them.
Arianna dropped her head, fighting the tears that wanted to come. Why was he being so rude to her? Why couldn't he just be patient? She wasn't telling him no, just not right now.
She heard a noise to her left and looked up to see Simon sitting in the chair. He was smiling, but that faded when he saw the serious looks on both her and John's faces.
"What is wrong with you two? You should both be in a good mood," he teased, but neither of them even cracked a smile.
Simon's eyes moved back and forth between them, trying to read from one of them what was going on. Finally, Arianna cracked under the pressure and let a single tear roll down her face.
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Unrequited
Fanfiction"Why do you allow me back into your life? You know I'm only going to push you away again," he said with all honestly, not to hurt her, but because he knew how he behaved with her. And a part of him doubted that he would change. Even for her. "Becaus...
