It was 6:13am. I couldn't wait any longer to talk to Jericho. Not only was I driving myself crazy overanalyzing every detail of the day, but I would be riding with all three of my Canadian friends today, and it wasn't likely I would have any other chance to talk to him. I stood outside his hotel room with my fist poised to knock on the door. With a deep breath and a haphazard prayer that he would actually talk to me and not just hide until the blankets, I brought my hand down against the door.

I heard him get out of bed, but I don't think he made it very far, as I heard a rather loud thud. This was quickly followed by a litany of curses. Just as I was going to return to my room, Jericho pulled open the door, the lower half of his body still entangled in a bed sheet.

"Oh Allicat, you better have a helluva reason for waking me up."

"I need girl talk." I explained, before brushing past him and into his room.

"So go talk to a girl."

"Don't be ridiculous, you and I both know that I don't get along with girls. Now humor me."

Jericho sighed, flopped onto his bed, and then gestured that I start talking. That's when I realized there wasn't a whole lot to say. I mean, what, do I confess I still have feelings for Edge? Um, okay, what female with a pulse doesn't? Do I go out on a limb and let him know that I might be feeling something more than friendly for Christian?

"Are you going to talk or just stare at the wall behind me?"

"Does Christian like me?"

"Did you really just ask me that? What, are we in middle school again? Christ, Alli, I don't know." He rubbed his hands over his face.

"You have to know, you're his best friend. Guys talk, don't act like you don't have big sharefests in the locker room."

"Well it's Edge that does most of the sharing about you…"

"Why am I not surprised. One of these days, I swear—"

"Hey, let's cut the bullshit alright? You and I both know that when the chips are down, and one of you is intoxicated or feeling a bit lonely, you shack up. It's a fact of life. I'm not here to judge." Jericho held his hands out as if to placate me.

"Yeah but I don't want that anymore. That's the thing, what Edge and I had worked for awhile, but not anymore. I'm a girl, I can't do the fuck buddy thing without getting attached. It's a fact of life."

"Yes, I've heard about this before…it seems the vagina is the headquarters for all emotions and sound reasoning." Jericho rubbed his chin as if deep in thought.

"Can you be serious for like, two seconds?"

"Well how do you know that Edge isn't feeling the same way? Maybe he's finally ready to grow up and settle down."

I pondered this thought. The blonde Adonis in a committed relationship. That didn't seem likely.

"Pack your shit up, I want to get on the road soon. Wake up the other blondie bears too. I'll be down at breakfast." I tossed out as I left the room.

Oh the continental breakfast. One of the few perks of being on the road near constantly. I filled a bowl with honey dew and cantaloupe before popping a wheat bagel in the toaster. As I waited on my bagel, I looked around to see many of my fellow wrestlers enjoying their breakfasts. It didn't look like anyone I was friendly with was awake yet, so I turned my attention back to the toaster that was now emitting smoke.

"Shit..." I popped the bagel up and pulled it out of the toaster, burning my fingers in the process.

I chucked the bagel in the trash and made a beeline for an empty table. It was force of habit really. Growing up I was always the loner. Despite the fact that I had been working with these people for almost two years now, there were only a handful I had warmed up to.

A small bag of ice was dropped on the table next to my hand. Christian slid into the chair across from me, precariously balancing a bowl of cereal on top of his morning coffee.

"Thanks."

He grunted in response. I had forgotten what my boys were like in the morning without their coffee. That explains Jericho's lack of enthusiasm at seeing me. I couldn't blame them really. We all had our vices. Caffeine for Christian and Jericho. Cigarettes for me. Sex for Edge.

"7 am and Allicat is already injured. Someone was feeling industrious this morning." Edge joked as he sat down at our table.

"7 am and Edge isn't pushing a nameless, faceless girl out of his hotel room. Someone is losing their mojo." I quipped back.

"Ouch. Your words, they wound me!" He made a dramatic showing of putting his hands over his heart.

"Alli, you up for driving first today?" Christian interrupted.

"Only if you are my navigator. Jericho can't follow directions to save his life."

"I resemble that remark." Jericho grinned as he joined the group.

"Don't you mean resent?" Edge asked.

"No, oh blonde one. Unlike many men, I can admit my shortcomings. It is because of this fact that I am internationally loved and admired."

"So how about we get a move on before we have another 'My ego is bigger than yours' contest, okay fellas?" I gave each of them a slight push in the direction of the exit.

When we reached the car, Jericho loaded up the luggage, while Christian opened the driver's side door for me with a flourish.

"Your chariot, mademoiselle."

The caffeine had definitely kicked in. That was my goofy partner in crime. I started up the car and scanned the radio looking for something to listen to. Jericho not so subtly pushed a copy of his band's CD across the center console.

"I think it's a bit early for Fozzy." I pushed the CD back.

Christian chuckled and put the radio on a classic rock station.

"Nice try though man…" Edge said as he ruffled Jericho's hair.