Melina walked into her hotel room. Within the darkness she could immediately compose the outline of her bed, desk, bedside table, and dresser. Her hand went up to the light switch on her wall and flicked it on. The tall lamp standing in the corner lit up. She looked around her room taking in every last detail. A queen size bed sat in the middle of the room. The picture of her mom sat delicately upon her bedside table, right next to her alarm clock and lamp. Through the clear doors, leading out onto the balcony, she could see the beautiful stars illuminating the sky along with the moonlight of the full moon. Perfect night for a moonlit walk with the person you love, she thought, slightly sad.

Melina walked over to her dresser and grabbed a white spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of light pink and blue-stripped pajama pants. She left her room and entered the bathroom, one door down. The light purple and green walls lit up as the light was turned on. She walked over to her purple ceramic sink to wash her face and brush her teeth. She changed into her pajamas and put her other clothes in the dirty laundry basket. She walked back to her room, turned off the light and fell on her bed staring up at the ceiling.

"Ugh…this is just too much," she shouted. Rolling over, she turned on the lamp and opened up the drawer in her bedside table and withdrew her diary. She grabbed a pen from the drawer and closed it again. She flipped through the pages until she found the one she was looking for.

Dear Diary,

I met this really nice girl today. Her name was Mickie. I was crying about my mom's death when she came up to me and asked me if I was okay. Sure she was a stranger, but I just felt like I trusted her so I told her. I know I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, but she was so caring and pretty. She had the prettiest eyes and long brown hair. Anyway I'll probably never see her again. She lives in Virginia, that's like across the country. I just wish I could talk to her one more time…I can't believe my mom is really dead. I miss her so much and it's only been a day…

She stopped again knowing she wouldn't be able to read the rest of the entry without crying. She flipped through again and found an empty page to write on.

Dear Diary,

Today I found out that the Mickie I met years ago is the same exact Mickie that is my rival and the one I might be in love with. This is just too surreal. 20 years ago I just wanted to talk with her one more time and now I barely talk to her because she is my enemy. I don't know if she remembers or not, but if she doesn't then I don't know if I should tell her. Will I act all uncomfortable around her? Would she want to know? I can't be sure.

In three days it's the day my mom died and the day after that is the day I met Mickie 20 years ago. What will happen? I don't know. I have a feeling she doesn't remember; I mean I never even told her my name. And I know hers because of her mom I guess. Ugh things are too crazy right now.

Love always, Melina

She looked back over the entry, then closed the diary and positioned it, along with the pen, back into the drawer. After blowing a kiss to her mother's picture, she turned off her lamp and went back to staring at the ceiling. She looked at her clock and was amazed to see the time: 1:15 am. Finally sleep overcame her. Slowly her eyes closed and she was falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning Melina went to the locker room and saw Mickie talking to Candice. She went up to them.

"Um Mickie can I talk to you for sec." Melina asked nervously.

"Um sure." She turns to Candice. "I'll see you later okay Candi."

"Ok hun." Candice said

"So, what do you want to talk about now Perez are you gonna go on and on about how you deserve a title shot or is Beth gonna come out of nowhere and beat me up?" Mickie said.

"No, I just want to talk." Melina said. Mickie looked at Melina's eyes something about them just seemed so familiar.

"Ok shoot." Mickie said.

"I was a little out of my mind yesterday-"

"Don't I know it," Mickie interrupted.

"Look I realized something shocking yesterday, okay? It had my mind going crazy," Melina finished.

"So are you gonna tell me?" Mickie asked.

"I can't tell you," Melina mumbled. She thought about telling Mickie, but she decided that she wasn't going to. If Mickie did remember she could figure it out herself.

"What? You're mumbling," Mickie said.

"I can't tell you," Melina said.

"Why not?"

"I just can't, okay?"

"No, it's not okay!! Melina you've been acting so weird lately and I just want to know why. I know you and me are not the best of friends but I'm concerned about you."

"Fine, do you know what this weekend is?" Melina asked, lying.

"No," Mickie said.

"Yeah, you wouldn't-"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Mickie, you're blowing this out of proportion right now and before you say anything just listen to me." Mickie didn't say anything so Melina kept going, "This weekend is the anniversary of my mom's death. It's been on my mind, okay?" This was a lie and Melina knew it, but Mickie didn't. It made sense too; the facts were true, just the situation wasn't.

"Oh my gosh, Melina. I am so sorry. Why…" Mickie broke off as a thought came to her mind.

"Mickie, hello Mickie James are you ok?" Melina asked after a long silence. Mickie snapped out of it.

"Huh um yeah."

"Listen meet me at the park near the hotel by the swings in an hour we'll talk more there ok?"

Mickie just nodded.

About 25 minutes later Melina stepped out and wrapped her body in a towel. Steam filled the bathroom from the heat of the water. She walked back into her room and went straight to her suitcase to find the perfect outfit. She looked through her piles of clothes. After a while she had on a pair of faded blue jeans and a pink and white t-shirt. Glancing at the clock she realized she only had 20 minutes. Quickly she walked back to the bathroom to blow dry her hair and put on her make-up. She added a thin line of eyeliner and a light layer of light pink lip-gloss. With ten minutes left Melina grabbed her purse and made her way to the park.

Mickie was already there. She was sitting on one the swings looking at the little kids running around, she smiled as she watched them. Melina sat in the swing next to her.

"Hey" Melina said

"Hey" Mickie looked back at the kids. "Look at them hard to believe these kids are our future huh?"

Melina just nodded.

"So what did you wanna talk about?" Mickie asked.

"Umm let's go for a walk first." Melina said.

"Okay, where?" Mickie asked.

"I don't know just anywhere," Melina answered.

Melina and Mickie started walking. Then the conversation Melina had been dreading came up. "How are you feeling?" Melina gave her a strange look. "I mean about your mom and all. It must be hard losing a parent."

"Mickie please, I really don't want to talk about this. It's hard enough just thinking about it. Just drop the subject," Melina pleaded.

"Okay, wait."

"What?"

"You said you learned something shocking, but you knew your mom was dead," said Mickie.

"Oh right…the shocking thing was…was that this weekend was the anniversary," Melina lied horribly. Mickie caught every break in Melina's explanation.

"You're lying," Mickie stated.

"What? N-no I'm not."

"Melina what is really going on?" Mickie questioned.

"Nothing," Melina quickly said. Crap, this is not good. She broke through my lies.

"Okay, fine don't tell me. I just have one question."

"Shoot."

"How many years ago did your mom die?"

Damn, she obviously suspects something. Maybe she really does remember, Melina thought.

"Uh…"

This is it. This will confirm my suspicions, Mickie thought.

"Well?"

"Twenty years ago," Melina answered.

I knew it, I knew it. She's the one, Mickie thought. "Oh okay."

"Why'd you want to know?" Melina asked.

"You've never said how many years ago your mom died, so I just wanted to know," Mickie lied. Wrong, I just wanted to know because it would confirm my suspicions. Mickie was obviously way better at lying; Melina didn't suspect a thing.

Maybe she really doesn't remember, Melina thought.