Author's Note: I know, I know, I began to write a story months ago and did not get anywhere with it, and that was my fault. But this story that you may read below is something I am really proud of. I have almost thirty chapters of it done and I could not be more excited to publish it! Let me know what you think (: it would be greatly appreciated!

Millie's POV

Knock, knock, knock. I was pretty sure that whoever was at my door seriously wanted to get their point across as to me opening the door for them. I slowly, and with an ounce of hate in my body for my disrupter, crawled out of bed and walked toward the door. I opened it rather forcefully and almost slapped myself for not realizing it would have been Adam.

Adam Copeland stood before me with a smile on his face as he shook a bag, it had grease stains and I grabbed it from him.

"Someone is rather greedy this morning," he said with a smirk.

"I should have known it was you."

"Sorry to disappoint love," he said and kissed my forehead.

I shut the door after he entered and watched as he flopped on the bed and turned the TV on.

"I got you a bagel and chocolate milk, hope that's good."

"Yeah, thank you."

I guess you could call Adam my boyfriend, I mean he sure acts like it. Unfortunately, he and I have always been on and off. One second we are the cutest God damn couple in the world and the next we are screaming at each other getting ready to rip each others heads off. Now because of our relationship most people know Adam and I are off limits. It's like how Mike and Maryse are or Natalya and TJ or even John and Melina. Adam and I may have never made 'us' official but we care about each other and we don't plan on changing that. We like spending time together and the fights we share are rather ridiculous. I don't see him not in my life and for now I will be happily enjoying our time together.

"Did you sleep here last night?" I asked, the events of last night were rather vague considering most of us went out last night and I'm one hundred percent sure I had a lot to drink.

Adam looked shocked. "Was I that forgettable?"

"I was drunk! How do you expect me to remember?"

"Stop drinking so much could work."

I rolled my eyes and took a bite of my bagel hoping to refrain myself from saying something I would later regret. It's not like I have a drinking problem but when we have those rare occasions where we all go out well I like to enjoy myself. Last night was our second night in Atlanta for WrestleMania and we all were in need of a good time. I think we did karaoke but even that seems distant.

"Sorry I like to have fun," I said finally.

"There is a fine line between having fun and out of control."

"I was not out of control!"

"You threw a punch at Randy when he tried to help you up from falling. Not quite sure you want to leave that impression on everyone when your so close to getting the Diva's championship belt."

"What are you my father? You are probably being overdramatic about the whole thing."

"Whatever Millie, just start acting your age would you?"

I stood up and grabbed my things and Adam shot up from the bed after me.

I began to shout. "If I am such a horrible person to be with because of my age then why don't you fuck someone who is older huh? You do realize that you don't need to be with me."

"I think you are the one being overdramatic!"

"Oh thats right because I'm the twenty seven year old who needs to start acting older and more mature. Maybe you should start living a little."

"There is a time and place for that Millie and is not when you are in the running for a title. I don't feel like having this conversation with you anymore."

"Good, because I'm leaving," I said and pulled the door open and headed down the hallway. Adam was right up my ass and I walked faster.

"Stop making a scene and come back into the room so we can talk," Adam said.

"With you? Absolutely not, you can go fuck yourself."

"Millie!" Adam shouted and grabbed my arm so I was forced to look at him. I stared into his green eyes and felt myself begin to melt.

"Let go of me," I said.

"No, not until you listen to me."

"No I get it Adam, you want an older woman. Someone who will watch Law & Order with you and go to bed at eight-thirty and make you dinner. I will never be able to do any of that and I get it. I am obviously not what you want."

Adam ran his hands threw his hair, he always did that when he's angry. Oh Jesus, I hope he doesn't spear me.

"Millie you are the most frustrating woman I have ever met."

"I get that a lot," I said with all honesty.

A door opened down the hallway and Michelle McCool stepped out with Mark Calaway. They looked rather dressed up for it being nine in the morning.

"Hey Millie," Michelle said. "I knew you were out here as soon as you shouted at someone to go fuck themselves. I'm sorry you had to be on the receiving end Adam."

"I'm used to it," Adam said.

I gave him a look as Mark placed a hand on my shoulder. Or as I should call him...Uncle Mark. My dad and Mark are brothers which just so happens to mean that the Undertaker or the phenom even the last outlaw as fans call him is my uncle. I'm close with him considering he helped me break into the business and sadly he is always watching every move I make. I love having a protector but I am going to throw a party when WrestleMania is over.

"Hey Uncle Mark," I said with an innocent smile.

"Can we have a word, please?"

I gulped. There was no way of getting out of a conversation with this guy. I know its weird but whenever he goes all strict guy on me I can't help but think of him in his ring attire. That's some scary ass shit.

I followed him into a darker hallway that held the vending machines. Cue the graveyard music...

"What's going on?" He asked me.

"Nothing, we were just disagreeing," I replied.

"Don't lie to me Amelia," he said with the sternest voice ever. He even used my full name, now that is a problem.

"It's really nothing, we are fine."

"I don't really care about you and Adam. What is this that I'm hearing you went out last night?"

"A bunch of us went out."

"So I have been told, but why is it that everyone only remembers you being drunk?"

"Maybe I was the only one having a good time."

"Maybe you were being an idiot. You need to shape up or ship out. I am getting fed up with these same conversations and please be decent to Adam. He seems to be be the only man who can actually deal with your odd outrages."

"Thanks Uncle Mark for that, it was really appreciated that your telling me I am not going to get anyone besides Adam."

"He doesn't have to be with you Millie. He understands the way you act but he still accepts you and is happy with you. You should really start returning the favor and treat him well before he finally does leave."

I huffed, my uncle was always right and that annoyed me so much.

"I thought we weren't going to talk about Adam."

"You're right, I need you to stop being crazy and keep the drinking to a minimum. I'm pretty sure you want to keep your job and you worked your ass to get so close to the belt. Don't mess it up now."

I nodded my head. "Alright, fine. I will stop being crazy."

"That's my girl, and apologize to Adam would ya? The poor guy looks like he does when I give him the tombstone."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, he does sort of look like he is going to shit himself."

"Language, please."

"Sorry, sorry," I said as he led the way back to Adam and Michelle.

Its still weird to think that Michelle is my aunt. She is only four years older than me and I swear Michelle and I were friends before Uncle Mark and she met. I blame myself for hooking them up because it's insanely awkward when it's your uncle and close friend in the business but they are cute together. I'm just thankful that Michelle doesn't make me call her Aunt Michelle. Then we might have an issue.

"Where are you and Michelle going?"

"Breakfast, want to come?"

"No thanks, Adam already brought me breakfast."

"And then you cursed him off? Why does he keep you?"

"Hey, I find that offensive."

Michelle gave me a smile before taking me in her arms and guiding me back to my room. She opened the door as she asked me about the fight. Of course I explained it to her while she gave me the same riot act as Uncle Mark did. At least I'm not Adam, he is stuck listening to whatever my crazy uncle is saying to him. Actually, Uncle Mark and Adam are probably discussing the latest episode of Law & Order.

"Do you want to get ready together tonight?" Michelle asked me.

"Yes, Barbie and Eve are coming here too. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course. I can do hair."

"Awesome, I would love that."

Tonight just so happens to be the Hall of Fame ceremony. I had the perfect dress for it and I will be inducting Sunny with a few of the other Divas. I also will be Adams date even though I doubt he wants to go with me. But I think in all seriousness he is kind of stuck with me.

"Alright, I will be over at around three. Okay?"

"Okay, see you then!"

Michelle left the room as I sat at the table and drank my chocolate milk. Adam still wasn't back and I wondered if he ever was. My question was answered when he walked in a few minutes later.

He and I stared at each other for a good two minutes before I broke the silence.

"I'm sorry I am such a bitch to you."

"I can't believe you think I would leave you for another woman."

"Well...You are older than me and handsome and woman would snatch you up in a heartbeat."

"That doesn't mean anything. I can't believe you would think that. You are the only one I want."

I felt myself blush. "Really?"

"Yes Millie, gosh, don't I prove to you every day that all I want is you?"

I looked down at my feet. "You did bring me a bagel."

"Yes, Millie, I would bring you a damn bagel everyday if that's what makes you happy. I love seeing you smile and that never quite works out when all we do is fight."

"I know, it's just once one thing is put into my head you can't really stop me. It's one of my flaws I have been trying to work on."

Adam smiled at me. "I can't believe you think I go to bed at eight thirty."

"I can't believe you think almost punching Randy Orton in the face is a bad thing."

"Millie, seriously?"

"Alright, I'm sorry. I bet he was asking for it."

"You were singing Rod Stewart songs and then tripped over your own feet. I think the man meant well when he decided to help you up."

"Was it at least a good punch? Diva material?"

Adam smirked and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You throw that punch in your next match and you're golden."

I nodded my head. "Awesome. Do you think we can go take a shower now?"

Adam thought about it for a second. "I think that would be okay."

He picked me up bridal style causing me to laugh. As we entered the bathroom and he kicked the door closed with his foot I felt as if our relationship was merely based on fights and sex. I knew right then and there that the new clean and fresh Millie would be a changed person when she walked out that bathroom door. It was time to be a lady. And a damn good one at that.