A/N: I do not own any characters except for Lilly and Aaron. Everything is owned by WWE and Vince McMahon. If I owned these characters I would be rich, but obviously I'm not rich and I don't own them. I do not own any places either.

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Chapter 1.

Life is a battlefield. I mean, you may think that I'm taking it from Jordin Sparks' song "Battlefield"and I am; but to be totally honest, it does kind reflect my life. For me, the physical and emotional twins, as I call them, took a very large toll on my life. From where you stay, it may be 100 times different from what I see. But, thats okay, as we all have different point of views on everyone's story. There was this guy. I'm not gunna go into detail; but he hurt me a lot. Crushed me; is a better word for it. It's kind of sad, I guess, it was a very good thing to learn from, though. I'm not saying what happened was good, either. I'm not going to go into detail. Now, there's this other guy. To be honest, he's stunning -not that I'd ever tell anyone-, but with my past, I would never be able to think like that again, because of that first guy, he was stunning; but, underneath it all he was... totally different... after a while. I know this guy's past too. Total player. Stunning. Beautiful blue eyes. Ripped. And he's like best friends with this total player chick; who also happens to be my ex-best friend.

Now, I have told my new best friend about this, how you say.. crush. She and her boyfriend -who happens to be my best guy friend- think that I "should embrace this opportunity, and use it to my advantage" her words, not mine. It's weird, I know. They're always trying to get me to date, and I feel bad for all the guys I went on blind dates with, 'cause there's nothing wrong with them. They were all completely nice, not one a jerk. I knew they had told them I have a hard time with guys, and I also knew that they had all wondered what had happened with me, but I would never tell them. And it wasn't that I didn't have fun on these "dates", I did, but none of those guys had anything that stood out to me, nothing that could have broken down those walls. Each one of my friends have told me to at least try on these dates, and I do. But like I said none of them have that special something that could break them down. None of them understand that though, I try to tell them that I can't just let anyone in. They need to be special, be trusted, be careful with me, and my heart. After a while, I guess they all got sick of my whining about how they all weren't right. I tell the guys too; "It's not you, it's me, seriously", and each one answers the same, "That's what they all say". And I can't help but feel sick to my stomach, but I know they will find someone; someone that can return their love, their happiness. That person is certainly not me.

Anyways, this other guy, I've only met him once, not by choice, but there was something about him, something different, something that maybe could have gone far enough to break down all the walls, but with his past- sleeping with girls, leaving in the morning, then not even TALKING to them- I knew if I let anything go farther, I would have been.. screwed over, broken even. Because that's the way he plays the game. The way he lives his life. I like to think this is because he's broken, like me. Like something had happened that made him not trust girls. But then I remember what he does, has sex with them I mean, then forgets them. Sometimes I see their sad faces -the girls; some are friends- and I know. I mean, he's slept with like the whole locker room, not including me. 'Cause of this, they all come running to me, to help heal them. Usually, I'm like "We're going to go clubbing, girlies". They're faces are all the same. It's like something has been taken from them. They're faces are filled with blank stares, they are pale, tired. They tell me he makes you feel so special, then once he gets you in bed, and the morning comes, and he's gone. They cry, and he pretends like he didn't do anything. It's kind of frustrating; but still, there's something there, in his glaze, that pulls you in and makes you fell special. It's weird, yet intoxicating.

Me, I don't let people in. Only very few have made it past my ups and downs, my troubles, my worries. And none have ever ruined it. I'm very glad for this. They've all dealt with my ups and downs, my troubles, my worries. I'm not goth, just emotionally and mentally broken. I'm not emo either. I don't cut, and I don't cry in public. Sometimes I have to, but most times I can make it to a bathroom, or a private space. Other times I just hold it in. All my friends are amazing. I love them all to death for dealing with me. They all help me get though everything. Still, sometimes I get a little bit jealous, 'cause they've all got someone, someone special to them. And I know that this is my problem, my reasons for doing this to myself, for not letting anyone else in. But, with my experiences, how can I trust anyone else? This, to all my friends , is quite easy; and that's probably why I don't understand it. I'm not saying I'm stupid, I'm actually pretty smart, both boy, street, and school smart. They say I need to just have sex with this guy, but not to get attached, 'cause I'll get hurt. It's so STUPID! I tell them this, and they shake their heads at me. I don't understand at all how this is supposed to help me; but okay.

Damn, I'm babbling. I should introduce my self. That's what your supposed to do anyways. My name is Lilly Marie Johnson. I was born on August 29 1980 in Los Angeles, California. That makes me 24 years old. I'm a blondie, with intoxicating blue eyes, or so I'm told. Currently, I work with the WWE, meaning I'm a wrestler. I've been wrestling for a year in the WWE, and a year in OVW. If you asked me about my boss, Vince McMahon, I'd have to say he's not actually that scary, even though he seems to be on the T.V. But mostly, I have to say this about Vince, because his daughter, Stephanie McMahon, is one of my best friends. Her boyfriend, Paul Michael Levesque, a.k.a Hunter -my nickname for him- is also one of my best guy friends. I guess you could say I told them they should date. My other best friends Ashley Marie Massaro and Matthew Moore Hardy a.k.a Matt are also together. It's sad, all my friends are dating.. *sigh*. They are my BEST FRIENDS IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. I've known Matt from way before the WWE, when we lived in North Carolina with my currently single, older, brother, Aaron Carter Johnson. He was the one who told me I should be a wrestler, since I used to watch wrestling at my house with Aaron.

Me, Matt, his brother Jeff, and my brother Aaron all dominated the small, but lively, town of Cameron. North Carolina. Before knowing them, it was hard for me. Seeming as I knew no one, when I moved there after a giant fight with my parents. I was only 18, and I had just graduated school, a few months before. But one I found out that Aaron lived there, he introduced me to Matt and Jeff and their friends; and me and Matt had been best friends ever since. Matt met Ashley when I was 20. They were both training in OVW, and some of their friends said they should go out on a date. So, they did; and when they came back to N.C, it had been 8 months. After that he introduced me and Ashley, and we hit it off. We've been best friends ever since, we even celebrated my 21st (2001) birthday together. When Matt came back he had all these stories to tell. He told me, Aaron and Jeff all these stories, and with one unanonymous descion it was said that I was to be a wrestler. I tried out for OVW, and made it. It was really fun, actually. Traveling was hard though, and I started to miss Aaron. Even though his is older than me, he is like my best friend. When I was younger he helped me escape the house for parties, help me when my little sister was born- did I mention that? I have a younger sister named Ella- but a few years after Ella was born, Aaron left for college. I never found out where he went until now.

It got easier though, as when I was 22 (2002) -after about a year in OVW-, we got called up to start on Smackdown! in the WWE. My first match was me and Ashley against Candice Michelle and Torrie Wilson; it was a bra and panties match. Yes, thats right, my first match I had to strip down into just my bra and panties. It didn't go that far though, as me and Ashley only got our tops taken off, and won the match. Of course it was scripted, and we were glad that the producers had enough confidence in us that they let us win our debut match. And we did please them, too. We got huge props from the crowd when we were done. After that, me and Ashley and Candice and Torrie became a huge feud between us. Shortly after, me, Ashley and Matt became friends with Hunter and Steph; and the rest is history.

Of course you're wondering about the two guys, so I'll tell you their names. The first one is Jack Tomlenson, and the second is Randy Orton. Jack and I broke up a long time ago; and Randy and I have only met once... Did I mention he is now friends with my ex- best friend, Melina Perez? You also are probably wondering how we met. It went something like this...

"Lilly, I want you to meet someone", Paul (who will from now on will me known as 'Hunter') asked me.

"Sure, who?" I asked him. We were backstage in the arena, and I was sitting on a crate talking to Ashley.

"The newest member of Evolution, Randy Orton", Hunter told me, starting to smile. He pointed behind him, and started to laugh. "Oh, great," I thought "It's the dick that like ruined the girls in the locker room". This guy may have been stunning, and amazing in the ring, but he was extremely rude. Me and Ashley both thought so. We were the only girls -besides Steph- who haven't actually slept with him.

Forgetting this, and not wanting to seem rude, I got up. He walked towards me. "Hello, Lilly," Randy spoke. His voice was extremely sexy, and it sent shivers down my body.

Masking my delight -I've gotten very good at this- I spoke, "Hi, Randy/ Dicki-" Hunter's hand shot up and covered my mouth.

"Lilly, I'll be right back. I need to talk to Ashley. Play nice," Hunter said. I bit down on his hand. He yelped. "Ow, Lilly!"

"Bite me, Hunter. I'm not talking to him," I declared, all while wondering what Hunter needed to talk to Ashley about, and why I couldn't be there.

"You don't have to. You can just sit there, and be a... rock," He said, smiling and obviously satisfied with his work. Then he walked with Ashley behind a coridor.

I turned towards Randy. "I'm not talking to you," I stated again.

I noticed him look into my eyes. He must have seen something in them because his expression changed. He quickly looked away. "I have to go," he said, and stood up to leave, then he stopped. He turned back around. Looking at me once more, he lightly touched my cheek then slid his thumb across my cheekbone, as if wiping away a tear. The last thing I saw before he turned around, was the mixture of pain and sorrow upon his face. I sat there with my mouth hanging open until Hunter came up and wrapped his arms around me. As we sat there -Hunter with his arms around me, my head on his shoulder- I realized what Randy had did. I was crying.