I'm meant to be on hiatus, but it's now twice that I've posted since I've said that. I can't resist my Melly bear though.
Here you go, another chapter.

The only thing I own is the idea. Melissa belongs to x.Monster.x.

Four weeks previous.

Blue-green waves rolled in and onto the golden sandy shores as the sun set upon the beach. Looking from the footpath a few metres up, any passer-by would notice the abandoned beach ball lying in the sand. Looking closer, they may even notice the flip-flops and runners sitting on top of two shirts. But they would have to look very closely to notice the two figures in the water.

One was a few inches shorter than the other, her dark hair blowing slightly in the light breeze. The other was taller, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. Zack hadn't planned on this happening, he didn't know what to expect. But Melissa had kissed him.

As the need for air became more and more vital, Melissa pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. A small smile crossed her face as Zack raised his head.

"Um, I-."

She was lost for words. What was there that she could really say? She'd kissed him. Melissa looked down at the crashing waves as she ran her thumb over her bottom lip. There went her plan on leaving men alone for a while. Three weeks after making that promise to herself, she'd gone and kissed someone.

"Hey." Putting his hand under her chin, Zack lifted Melissa's head up to face him.

"I'm sorry."

Shyly, Zack smiled. "Don't be." Leaning down he kissed Melissa gently before taking her hand. "Come on. We need to get back to the hotel."

Nodding, Melissa followed.

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Current day.

"Melissa?"

The dark haired young woman looked up as her long-time friend, Mickie James, walked into the room.

"Are you still writing in that thing?" Mickie pointed to the dark leather diary that rested on Melissa's lap. "You never seem to put it down."

"After my holiday I didn't have time to write. It calms my nerves and I'm so damn nervous about tonight…" Melissa took a deep breath. "Sorry."

Mickie laughed and sat on the bench next to her friend. "Don't be. Becoming a part of the WWE is a huge thing. Be glad this week is going to be all tri-branded. From Sunday onwards, I won't be here to keep the guys away."

Melissa turned to look at Mickie. "Micks, I'm scared. I'm finally living my dream… But it seems so scary."

"Hey, I totally understand. You're new and you don't know anyone. You want to make a good impression. It's normal to be scared." Mickie gave her friend a hug. "Believe me- you'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

Mickie nodded, smiling. "I'm positive, Missy. You're funny and friendly and lovable… Not to mention totally gorgeous. You'll need a pole to keep all the guys away."

"Very funny, Mickie." Melissa punched her friend playfully in the arm. "So, are there any you have your eye on?"

Mickie James laughed. "No way, hon. You wanna go grab something to eat from catering, or meet some of the guys?"

"Sure, let's go meet some people. I may as well get it over with." Melissa tucked her diary into the side of her bag and followed her friend from the locker room.

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"Dude, you suck."

"No way, I'm being serious here!"

"Right and you're about as serious as Kelly denying she has implants."

Melissa tapped her fingers nervously on the side of her leg as she and Mickie James approached the door to the men's locker room. She could hear the conversation that was coming from inside and began to chew slightly on her lip. 'How did I get into this? Why did I decide to be a wrestler instead of something normal like a doctor or salesperson?'

Mickie knocked on the door and stood, waiting for an answer. "Are you okay?" She asked Melissa, who smiled weakly.

"I'm fine, Mickie."

The door swung open quickly and Melissa smiled slightly at the sight. A tall, dark haired guy was leaning against the doorframe. He was wearing nothing but tight pants which were flared at the bottom. He obviously worked out every day and had a body that looked as if it could rival that of Adonis.

"Hey." He said to Mickie, glancing from her to Melissa.

"Hey, Morrison. Are you guys all decent in there?"

He glanced behind him before nodding. "Fresh blood, huh?"

"Something like that." Mickie James rolled her eyes. "Are you gonna let us in?"

Morrison stood back to allow Mickie James to enter and Melissa followed, smiling at Morrison as she entered who, much to her delight, smiled back. As she entered she glanced nervously around the room. It was well lit, and had lockers against one wall and a row of benches on another. There were plastic chairs scattered around and clothes strewn over the tops of the lockers and the bench.

"Guys, listen up!" Mickie James announced with an authoritative air, capturing the attention of those around her. "This is Melissa Anderson, she's Smackdown!'s new diva."

A wolf whistle came from the corner of the room, where a male with an arrogant look on his face was standing. "Is she related to Ken? He has a big mouth, and it might run in the family. She'll need it when we-."

"No, she's not." Mickie interrupted quickly, before the self proclaimed 'Lady Killer' could explain any further. "And if I hear one word from Melissa about you annoying her, Orton, you'll find that some parts of your anatomy no longer work."

His eyes widened and he moved his hands down to cover himself, earning a round of laughter from the room.

"That goes for all of you, not just Randy." Mickie added with a smile on her face.

Melissa laughed as her friend began to recall her history. Mickie James knew Melissa so well and could recite her wrestling history as if it were her own. As Mickie spoke, Melissa looked at the men scattered around the room. Randy was standing in the corner, playing with a thread on his shirt. A man Melissa would recognise anywhere was sitting on one of the benches wearing his own merchandise, as she'd expect. John Cena had been Melissa's least favourite superstar for as long as she could remember.

"So, how long are you here for?" Someone with a thick Southern accent called from the bench.

"I have a one year developmental contract and, if Vince likes what I'm doing, then I'll get a standard four year contract."

"Very nice." The male, average height with misty green eyes and blue and blonde hair smiled. "I'm Jeff, Jeff Hardy."

"It's nice to meet you." Melissa was well aware of the North Carolinian's high-flying antics.

"Melissa, I believe you already know Randy." Mickie James began to talk to her friend as the room broke out into chatter again. "That one over there… Well, you know who he is. Cena is as much of a loser in real life as his on-screen self is. Um, the guy who let us in is John Morrison."

"He's hot." Melissa mused.

Mickie James laughed. "Don't let him hear you say that. It's already hard for him to get in the door with his huge head; we don't want to suffocate any more than we already do."

Melissa looked around the room, hazel eyes scanning everyone quickly. "Hey, Micks?"

"Yeah?"

"Who are they? The blondes in the corner by the lockers?" Melissa asked slowly, frowning. They all looked alike, but had their differences. Melissa was sure she knew one of them. He looked up, his eyes widening slightly, before turning back to his friends.

"The taller one in the black shirt is Adam, or Edge to the fans. He's a heel, arguably the best there is. Orton is the only one who can rival him." Mickie James explained. "The one to his left is Curt. He was originally one of the 'Major Brothers', who were kind of like Edge's minions. They helped him cheat once by posing as him."

"And the other one?"

"He was the other Major Brother. He and Curt are part of the stable called 'La Familia', which also includes Edge, Chavo and Vickie."

Melissa nodded. "So what's his name?"

"Zack Ryder."

There you go, Mel.
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