All I Wanted Was You, John O'Callaghan.

When we managed to find Lisa and explain to her that Alex was being chased by deadly, infatuated teenage girls, we left the mall quickly. It was already around 7 PM, so the sun was right in between the horizon.

I got out of the car and shut the door behind me. I walked over to The Maine's tour bus, but I didn't head in just yet. I leaned against the bus and watched as the Sun started fading lower and lower.

"You always liked this time of day." John told me.

I wasn't surprised that he was here, and I didn't turn to look at him either. I watched the sun with wide eyes as the colors lit up the sky, making it seem like everything was on fire. I finally turned to look at John and gave him a small smile.

"I like the Arizona sunset better." I admitted to him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I leaned my head against his chest. It was moments like these--where he would show his love for me in the small things he did.

"You miss home, don't you?" He murmured.

I sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I do."

It was true, but I didn't realize just how much I missed Arizona until I said those words. I missed the way the sun would beat down on you at any time of day; even in the morning. I missed being able to walk a few blocks to my parents' house for our regular Sunday Lunch. I missed the desert that I loved to hike in and I missed being at my house.

John didn't say anything for the longest time. I knew the subject hadn't been dropped, because John always had something to say. His fingers were twirling a strand of my hair, which meant he was thinking about something.

"You can always go back home..." He said his words slowly, as if he was calculating something.

"But you can't stop--" I never got to finish my sentence because his words froze me.

"Without me..."

I swallowed hard as adrenaline pumped through my veins. I hated this topic, because I knew how John felt about me being on tour with him. He wanted me to go back home, study, and make something out of myself. All I wanted to do was be with him, and it seemed like sometimes, he couldn't understand that.

"No. Out of the question." I said stubbornly.

"Come on, Jens." He pulled away from me silently to make eye contact. "You need to go back to school; get a degree! I know how much you want to get that Journalism degree. I can see it, by the way you look at the sun, how much you miss Arizona."

"John, no, I'm not leaving." I wasn't going to home; not without John.

"You need to do something with your life, you can't keep staying around here." We've had this arguement so many times; I was sick of it.

"God, John! When are you going to understand that I am staying here, with you?" I took a step away from him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I just think it'll be better for you--"

I shook my head. "I am not going home unless you say you don't want me here."

"Jenny, you know that's not fair!" John sighed, frustrated.

"It's plenty fair." I snapped.

"Jennifer Benson." He said firmly.

I blinked, shocked that he would use my full name. "John Cornelius O'Callghan." I retorted.

"Don't turn this around on me, because this is about you." He pointed a finger at me. "You need to go back to Arizona, you need to go to college, you need to think about your future."

"I can make decisions for myself. I can choose to stay here with you. Because I love you." I stated vehemently. "Why is that so hard to understand?" My voice was softer now.

"Jenny." The word was a moan.

"Don't 'Jenny' me." I muttered. "I'm staying unless you tell me you don't want me here."

John opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off with a glare.

"I'm not talking about you wanting me to go to college. I'm talking about you, John O'Callaghan, being selfish and telling me you want me here." I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Some part of me was saying that I was setting myself up for rejection; that John would say he didn't want me here just so I could get my career in Journalism. I knew though, that he would say he wanted me here. He needed me almost as much as I needed him.

"Come here, Jens." He opened his arms for me, signing his resignation from this fight.

I gave him a weak smile and stepped into his arms, glad that this fight was once again over. I hated thinking about leaving his side, about going back to Arizona while he saw the world without me. We've been inseparable for our whole lives and I wasn't going to change that now.

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"I wanna be more than a story to tell your friends!" I danced to the beat as I made a snack in the small--no, tiny--kitchen they had on the tour bus.

"How could you?" John asked, mocking disappointment.

"What?" I asked, looking up. The song still played in the background and I couldn't help but tap my foot along to the addictive beat.

"Every Avenue? Really?" He frowned.

I laughed. "You are such a drama queen." I muttered as I turned the music up just to piss him off.

"You are such an idiot." He shot back.

"At least you still love me." I put the donut in the microwave and pressed the time for 8 seconds. I grabbed some eggs from the mini fridge they kept there and cracked it, spilling it's contents in the hot pan.

"Does that mean you don't love me?" John asked as he leaned against the small counter space next to me.

I shrugged and smirked. "Maybe."

"Oh, now, that's just cold." He scrunched his nose in disgust.

"You know what else is cold?" I asked, stirring the eggs on the pan with a plastic spatula. "My donut, and that's because of you."

John rolled his eyes and started muttering about 'being unappreciated by girlfriends.'

Once my eggs were scrambled and ready, I put them on two separate plates, knowing that someone would come and say 'hey, I'm hungry; let's steal Jenny's food.' I would point fingers--Pat--but he wasn't here right now.

I grabbed a soda from the mini fridge, popping the top and set it next to my plate. I took the donut out of the microwave and moved everything over to the couch and the stand next to it. I sat down on the couch and propped my feet up, leaning my head against a cushion.

John, who had been silent, leaned over me and pressed his lips to my ear.

"Tell me that you love me, and it'll be alright." He whispered in my ear, his voice taking a sultry tone.

The sound of his musical voice sent shivers down my spine and I turned to look at him, my face heating up. His face was so close to mine and as I looked into his eyes, I knew exactly why I fell for him in the first place--also the reason I couldn't bear to leave him.

He was full of surprises.