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Chapter Two:

Once Riley was out the shower, she dried herself off and then tied the towel around her. She opened the bathroom door and walked back into the room. She noticed suitcases on the floor, and made her way over to one. She opened it and looked thru the items. She assumed they were hers, she didn't really expect her fiancé to wear thongs or boy shorts. She pulled out a pair of black lace boy shorts. She then found a pair of black bellbottom jeans, and a cute red and black Gingham corset.

Once Riley was finished getting dressed, she walked to the dresser of the room and looked in the mirror that was near it. She looked at her hair, she needed to do something with it. She noticed that on the dresser was a purse. She picked it up and emptied its contents onto the dresser. She picked up a thin card and looked at it. Her mouth opened slightly. It was her ID. Everything was the same…besides her birth year. She was born in 1991, but on the card it said 1981. She was 26 years old.

"Only ten years." She replied silently to herself. "Just ten years!" she yelled sarcastically.

She put her card back in the purse and then looked at what else she had in there. Make up, a brush, her cell phone, ponytail holders, her hotel room keycard, a credit card, car keys, another set of keys, cash money, permanent markers, black fingerless gloves, and a small book type thing.

She took the brush and began to do her hair. She put it in two braided pigtails. She glared at her hair, she hated her blonde highlights and the fact her hair was shorter. Well, she'd have to get her hair done; she'd make a note of that. It would be like extreme make over: Riley edition. She put her hair brush and ponytail holders back in the purse. She looked at the makeup she had and began to do her make up. A natural eye shadow color, with thick black mascara, eyeliner, and clear lip shine. She then put her makeup in the purse. Next, she grabbed the book thing and looked thru it.

"Ah, I'm a busy woman." Riley frowned. She wondered why she was so busy. She looked for today's date, which she assumed was November 17.

"November 17th, 1pm - autograph signing, 5pm - dot com photoshoot, 10pm – Flight to Miami, Florida for SS." Riley read. "SS? What the hell."

Riley turned the page to November 18th. "November 18th! Me, Mickie, Michelle, Torrie and Kelly vs. Beth, Jillian, Melina, Layla and Victoira." Riley laughed. "What the is she? Me…us. Ugh!" Riley rolled her eyes and then put her book into the purse.

She grabbed her cell phone. She didn't understand anything that was going on, she needed someone to tell her what have she done for the last ten years. She looked thru her cell phone contacts, and didn't see the person's name she was looking for. She glared before dialing his number, well…she hoped it was still his number.

"Hello?" a deep Hispanic voice answered.

Riley grinned. "Angel! It's me!"

"Me? Who the hell is me? I'm me, and shit I'm right here."

"Audison, Riley. It's me, Angel."

"Riley?" Angel asked. "What the hell, chica. I haven't talked to you since you dropped out of high school."

"What!?" Riley yelled. "I dropped out of high school? Are you fucking serious!?"

"You did to get away from your father, girl. Your father and us. Your father was going to send you to Military school; he said you were a bad kid…after you set the house on fire. People at school said you were a psycho, and I'm sorry Riley, but I agreed. You were sent to the hospital and almost didn't make it. But, days later, we found out that your mom and Cassie had got into that car accident. I felt bad for what I did, Riley."

"What did you do?" Riley replied. Whatever he did probably wasn't anything extreme, he would never hurt her. This she was sure of….well, thought she was sure of.

"I spread vicious rumors about you, all these lies and stuff. You stopped talking to us, me, Monica, and Jewel. When your father said we were going to send you to Military school, then I don't know what happened. You had disappeared from Canada like days later. My mom found out, about two years later, your father had sent you to live in Green Bay, Wisconsin, in the states to live with your Aunt on your mom's side."

"Aunt Jenna? She and my mom couldn't stand each other!" Riley replied. "Ah, no wonder my father would send me to live there." Riley replied. "That bastard, and…Angel. How could you do that to me?"

"Riley, you know what happened." He replied avoiding the question. "So, tell me…why did you call me if you didn't call to be my friend again?"

"I needed to know what happened, how I got here!"

"Where?" Angel asked confused. "You confuse me."

"And you piss me the hell off." Riley replied. "I called to talk to my friend, the one that made everything right all the time. But, I just found out you were quick to turn your back on me. Didn't hear my side of the story. I'm a psycho to you, huh? Well, you haven't seen anything yet!" Riley hung up her phone. She threw it in her purse, and glanced at the clock that was on the wall. It was almost eleven O'clock. She smirked; she had a few hours before that signing thing.

She put on her black fingerless gloves, and then put everything back into her purse. She found her black vans, and put those on her feet before leaving the room.

Once she shut the door, she began to walk to the elevator and down to parking. She looked at her car key; she had no idea what car was hers.

"Riley!" a voice called.

Riley turned around. The person walked over to her. Riley smiled. "Hello, person. Who are you?"

The person raised an eyebrow. "Okay, are you drunk?" the person laughed.

"No, just wondering why you aren't answering my damn question."

The person frowned. "That is no way to treat your cousin!"

"It is when you don't like your cousin."

"You love me." The person replied simply.

"I do? Oh, okay then."

"What's wrong with you?"

"That guy apparently proposed to me!" Riley held out her left hand.

The girl grinned and hugged Riley tightly. "Pull away, slowly." Riley replied, whispering in her hear.

The girl pulled away from Riley. "You're so not yourself."

"Tell me your name."

"Misty." Misty answered.

"Ohhh, you're my cousin!" Riley spoke.

"And one of your best friends. I'm also Ken's best friend."

"You should feel so proud." Riley mocked.

"Okay, check your attitude when you speak to me!" Misty replied angrily, she turned around and then was about to walk away.

"Misty!?"

Misty turned around. "What?"

"Which car is mine?"

"None, your car is parked in your drive way, at Ken and your house. In Minnesota. These cars are rentals."

"Don't be a smartass."

"But I do smartass so well."

"I've noticed." Riley replied blinking. "Just tell me."

"That one!" Misty replied pointing to a navy blue car.

"Thanks, Misty!" Riley hugged Misty quickly before running over to her car.

Riley took out the car key and then went to put it into the keyhole. It wouldn't go in. "Gah! Work you fucking key!" out of nowhere, the car alarm went off and it began to beep. Riley back away from the car, and then looked to Misty who was laughing.

"Have fun finding your car!" Misty laughed before walking away.

Riley glared.

"Breaking into other people's cars?" a voice asked from behind.

Turned around. "Haha, not funny."

"With you nothing ever is."

"What's your problem?"

"You. I asked you to marry me last night and today you're…"

"I'm?"

"Like this."

"You don't like this side of me?"

"You're acting like a child."

"I am!"

"You're 26!"

"You don't understand, Kennedy!"

"Kennedy?"

"That's your name isn't it?"

"You've always called me Ken." He replied.

"You know, maybe we aren't a good thing. Us, this engagement. This relationship."

"What are you saying?"

Riley took the ring off her finger and then handed it to him. "I'm sorry you've wasted how many years we've been together."

"Five." He spoke as he looked at the ring and stared at it.

"And, I guess it was a good five years."

"You guess?"

"Yes, I guess. That's what I'm always doing…guessing. I don't know anything; I don't even know which car is mine!" Kennedy took his finger and pointed. "Then one right there."

"Thanks. I owe you one."

"You don't owe me anything, you've already given me enough." Without saying anything else Kennedy walked away.

A tear fell down Riley's cheek. She wished she could be the person he wanted her to be, but she didn't know anything about him or their relationship. She watched as he walked away.

Riley walked to the car he pointed at. It was a blue car, she unlocked the door and got in. "I am so glad that Angel used to let me drive his car."

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Riley smiled hours later as she looked in the mirror. Her chestnut brown hair with blonde highlights was no more. Her hair was now pure black.

"Thanks, Sarah." She told the hair dresser who did her hair.

"No problem, hun."

Riley pulled out her money. "How much?"

Once the woman named her price, Riley gave her the money and then left. She took out her cell phone and looked at what time it was. It was 12:45. She sighed, and looked across the street. She smirked, right there across the street was a tattoo parlor. She of course didn't want any ink (she'd save that for when she'd have more time), she was interested in getting a piercing. She walked across the street, after looking both ways, and then entered the tattoo shop. She walked over to someone.

"Hi, I'm Riley. Does this place do piercing?"

"Yes, we do. I'm Nigel. I do the piercing."

Riley smiled and nodded. "Cool, so…can you put a permanent hole in my body?"

"I'd love to, right this way." He replied as he led the way. Riley followed.

"So tell me, darling, what do you want pierced?"

"Hmm, well. I always wanted my eyebrow pierced…but then, I always wanted my belly button pierced."

"Hard decision."

"Ugh, I know. Hey!"

"Yea?"

"Can I get both?"

"I can do that."

"Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!" Riley replied, grinning.

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Riley glared as she looked at the road. "Come on, dumbass!" she screamed. "Okay, Riley…just shut up, this is how road rage starts."

Riley was driving to her signing, and was ten minutes behind schedule, she knew that once she got to her destination, she'd be twenty minutes late.

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Riley parked and walked into the mall where the signing was supposed to take place. She was looking for the game's video store. She saw a big line and walked up the stairs. She then turned and walked straight, passed the people.

"Oh my God, it's Riley." She heard people whisper. "What did she do to her hair? Did you see her eyebrow?" She paid them no mind, as she walked up to the front counter. She noticed that there were five people sitting in the chairs, one she recognized as Ken. The other ones were signing things so she couldn't see their faces. There was an empty seat next to Ken. Ken looked up, as Riley sat in the seat next to him. Ken did a double take.

"…what did you do?"

"Dyed my hair, got some things pierced. No big." She replied. She took a marker that was on the table and opened it.

"So…what am I signing and what is the name I'm signing under?"

"Riley, stop pretending to be clueless." Ken mumbled. Ken looked at a fan. "It's getting old really fast."

Riley looked at the person in front of her. It was a little eight year old girl.

"Hi…" the girl said shyly as she put her video game on the table.

"Hello, I'm Riley." Riley replied. "What's your name?"

"Isabelle."

"You're really smart, do you know my name?" Riley questioned.

"I'm eight not dumb. Who doesn't know your name? You're Riley St. James, my favorite Diva!"

"Thanks, Isabelle." Riley looked down at what she was supposed to sign. It was a Smackdown vs. Raw 2008 Featuring ECW, PS2 video game. "Isabelle, my special fan. By the way, I love your jeans, if I was only your size again! Thanks for the support, XOXO, Riley!" Riley smiled as she read what she signed. She handed it to Isabelle.

"Thanks." Isabelle replied as she smiled at Riley.

Riley gave a big sincere smile; something told her she would like this life.

"Can I have a hug?" Riley replied as she leaned over the table and opened her arms, Isabelle did the same and hugged Riley.

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"That was so much fun!" Riley said as she looked at Ken once the signing was over.

Ken looked at her. "Yes, it was."

"Oh my God!" Riley yelled. "Is that Triple H? And…Oh My God! Do you know who he's with?"

Ken blinked. "Shawn Michaels, Rey Mysterio, CM Punk and Torrie Wilson."

"Ugh, well…of course you do. You freaking work with them."

"Riley…I don't know if you've noticed this, but I think you have problems. If I were you, I'd go to the doctors, get it checked out."

"Shut up, Ken. What am I not getting?"

"You're a WWE Diva. You've been in the WWE for six years, since you were twenty. When you moved in next to my mom's house in Green Bay, to live with Misty and Jenna, you were sixteen. I've known you for ten years, and dated you 5 of those years. And, when you were sixteen you began training to become a Diva. Got signed in a developmental deal when you were nineteen, got your WWE contract when you were twenty."

"I've been in the WWE for six years?" Riley asked.

"You know, acting like a dumb bimbo, isn't cute." Ken replied. "I think you've taken way too many bumps in the ring."

Riley was silent. "I have to go." She looked at a clock in the room before she made her exit. Her photoshoot was in two hours. She left the room and headed to the nearest library. Once she was there she parked her car and walked in. After talking to the librarian and getting permission (and a library card), Riley went to the computer. She went to Google and then typed in her name; Riley St. James.

She clicked the first link, it was Wikipedia.

"Wow, this shit is so accurate it's fucking scary." She mumbled. "Moved to Green Bay… WWE Woman's champion… two times… close friends with Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas, Candice Michelle and Lilian Garcia. Cousins and best friends with Misty Brooks, Smackdown's Ring Announcer. … Ken Kennedy's girlfriend." Riley rolled her eyes. She went back to her Google search and then went to click her WWE profile page. She began to look through everything. She was laughing as she was watching a video of a clip of one of her match's with Melina and she rocked. She lost the match though.

She then looked through her photos. She smiled as she seen some of her with Ken. She guessed they were an onscreen couple, as well as off…well, was off screen.

Riley's cell phone rang.

"Hola." She replied, not bothering to look at who called.

"What the hell did we hear about you breaking up with Ken?"

"Excuse…me? Who is this?"

"Amy and Trish on 3way." The second voice spoke.

"Oh, hey, chicas." Riley decided to play along. She would be surprised if Kennedy didn't send her ass to the loony bin.

"Riley, did you break up with Ken?"

"Yes." Riley spoke.

"Why?"

"Who told you?"

"I heard it from Trish." Amy blurted out.

"Well…yeah, I told Ames and I heard it from the man himself, Ken."

"Well, I did break up with him."

"After he proposed! The day after, Riley? If you wanted to say no…that's all you'd have to say. Not say yes, and then say…yeah, I think we shouldn't be together!" Trish yelled angrily on the phone.

"We love you, girl. But, he's always been good to you. Why did you break up with him?"

"I…I don't know. But, you both scare me."

"You should be scared!" Amy yelled. Riley jumped in her seat.

"That was my ear you just yelled in!"

"Shhh!" the librarian told Riley. Riley clicked off of her program and shut down the computer.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

"I made a huge mistake with Ken. I should've never did what I did…and most of all, I miss him." Riley lied. She had to make this seem real, she had to feel like the other her felt…the one that was there yesterday, not the her with no memory of the last ten years.

"Then go and be with him."

"Yes, so you both can ride off into the sunset."

"Okay, I'm going to go and find him right now!" Riley stood up in her seat and began to walk out the library.

"Wait, before you do…" Amy spoke.

"What did Ken mean when he said you changed your hair and got…piercings?" Trish asked.

"I dyed my hair black, and I got my eyebrow and belly button pierced. No big."

The former WWE Divas were silent.

Riley got into her car. "I'm going to go find Ken, I'll talk to y'all whenever."

"Alright, girl…" Amy replied.

"Byes." Trish spoke.

"Love ya." Amy, Trish and Riley spoke in unison. Riley laughed as she got off the phone. She put her phone in her purse and then screamed. She had just talked to Trish Stratus and Lita! Her favorite WWE Divas of all time, and they were friends. Not only friends best friends!

"Life doesn't get any sweeter than this!" She, Audison 'Riley' St. James, was living out a million other girls' dreams. The only difference was she didn't have the experience or knowledge to move forward.

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Riley took out her cell phone as she walked to her and Ken's room. She was about to call to cancel her photoshoot when suddenly the phone rang in her hand. She jumped in surprise and dropped it on the ground. She groaned as she bent down to pick it up. She answered it without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Ms. St. James. Your photoshoot has been rescheduled for tomorrow to 45 minutes after noon. Is that alright?" a lady with an Australian accent spoke.

"Yes, that is fine. Just what I needed." The lady began to tell her the details of the photoshoot and where it would be located.

Once Riley hung up the phone, she made a mental note to write that down in her schedule book. She continued walking to her room. Once she was there she took her keycard, and then entered the room.

"Ken!?" she called as she shut the door.

"What?" came his voice from the bathroom.

"I wanted to know if we could talk!"

"We're talking now."

"About us." Riley replied softly.

"What about us? You made it clear earlier."

"Can you at least come in here so we could talk? Face to face."

Riley laid onto the bed and a second later, Ken came out of the bathroom. Riley's mouth opened slightly. Standing in front of her Ken, in a towel with water dripping down his chest.

"Alright, here I am…talk."

"I…I…I…" Riley stuttered.

Ken laughed. "You'd think you'd be used to seeing me like this."

"Yeah, you'd think." She mumbled. Riley licked her lips.

"Okay, so…talk."

Riley stood up and walked over to Ken. "Ken, I'm so sorry about what happened."

"Okay."

"I want us to be together again, like we used to be…like, two weeks ago."

"You don't want to marry me?"

"I do, but I don't think I'm ready for marriage."

"Maybe I was moving too fast." Ken sighed.

"No, it's me. I don't want to end up like my parents. Like my mom and dad did."

"Baby, we won't. We aren't like them."

"I know," Riley replied as she looked down. Ken took his fingers and gently lifted up her chin. Ken looked into Riley's hazel eyes.

"I love your hair." Ken replied.

"Shut up and kiss me." Riley replied as she wrapped her arms around Ken's neck. Ken leaned down and kissed Riley passionately.

Once they broke away, Riley hugged him. "I love you."

"I love you too." He replied. "Never forget that."

"Don't worry, I won't."

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A/n: Oh my Garfield! I was so surprised with all the reviews I got for the first chapter. Thanks so much, everyone. I hope you all liked this chapter, review and tell me what you think. - Tiffany