So, I'm back with an all new story featuring Cassandra Leigh Farrelly. And as always, I do not own Smackdown, Drew McIntyre or Wade Barrett. ENJOY!

Sheamus & I were in his dressing room backstage, waiting for Smackdown to start. I was lying face down on the couch, listening to my iPod while he was getting dressed in his ring gear.

"Cassie, do yeh need anything?" he asked. No reply.

"Cassie, do yeh need anything?" he asked a little louder. Still no answer.

Frustrated, he turned his attention to my feet. The flip-flops I was wearing earlier had fallen off when I laid down on the couch. He quietly snuck over to my legs and grabbed my ankles. Before I had a chance to react, he started running his fingers up and down my soles.

"Sheamus! S-stop it! Please stop!" I shouted, laughing in between.

After a minute, he stopped tickling my feet. I rolled over onto my back and mock-glared at him.

"Why do you insist on going after my feet?"

"Ah was trying to get yer attention and yeh didn't respond. And ah knew that tickling yer feet was the most effective way of getting yer attention."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Honey, there are easier ways of getting my attention. You could have tapped me on the shoulder."

"But, where's the fun in that?" he teased.

"Ah, look at the lovebirds having another quarrel!" a voice rang out.

I looked towards the door and chuckled.

"Drew McIntyre, get in here!" I shouted, smiling as Drew wandered into our dressing room. I stood up and gave him a huge hug.

"How goes it, Droopy?" I asked, using my childhood nickname for him.

"Not bad, Hammy. What was all the commotion in here?" he asked.

I giggled at his nickname for me. Drew & I had been best friends back in Ayr, Scotland. My parents passed away when I was 6 and since neither of them had siblings, I was sent to live with my grandparents. That's when I met Drew or 'Droopy' as I called him. He in return called me 'Hammy' because of my last name.

"I was lying on the couch listening to music and couldn't hear Sheamus talking to me. So he decided to tickle my feet!"

Drew shook his head and laughed.

"Still ticklish, eh?" he asked.

"Droopy, people don't stop being ticklish. Besides, you're not the only one who knows about my ticklish spots."

Drew looked at Sheamus, who shrugged.

"She told me the night ah won the World Heavyweight Championship, fella. Of course, she found out about mine as well."

"Who would've thought that the big bad Celtic Warrior could be brought down with tickling!" Drew teased

Sheamus growled.

"Listen here, fella. That bit o' information stays in this dressing room, got it?"

Before Drew could reply, I spoke up, smirking at him.

"Y'know, I seem to recall a certain day back in Ayr when a certain someone had an 'accident' from being tickle tortured. Care to explain, Droopy?"

I watched as Drew's face slowly turned red with embarrassment, while Sheamus began chuckling.

"It seems like the 'Chosen One' has a ticklish secret as well!" Sheamus teased.

"Look, it's obvious that we're all ticklish, so let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?" Drew pleaded.

I nodded my head 'yes' and looked at Sheamus, noticing that he had a mischievous glint in his eye. He looked at Drew while nodding at me. They shared a knowing smile and moved towards me with outstretched fingers.

"Guys, this is so not fair! Please don't do this!"

"Don't do what, Hammy?" Drew asked innocently.

"Tickle me!" I shouted.

"If you insist, Cassie!" Sheamus said with a smile.

Within seconds, they had me trapped on the couch. Drew was tickling my feet while Sheamus tickled my upper body.

"Coochie coochie coo!" they teased.

All I could do was shriek while my toes were being tortured and my stomach was getting raspberries.

"Oh my god, Sheamus! Your facial hair is making it worse!" I squealed.

Sheamus and Drew were having so much fun tickling me that they didn't notice the tall figure in the door.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?!" the figure shouted.