"Becky, I need to talk to you."

"Okay, way to knock, Cody," Becky's reflection in the mirror rolled her eyes at him as she finished applying her mascara.

Cody smirked at her, "What? It's not like you're gonna show me anything I haven't seen before."

She twisted back on the cap and whirled around to face him, her dark hair following, "Keep it up and soon, you won't be able to remember what I look like without my clothes on," she finished and turned back towards the mirror.

The dark-haired twenty two year old behind her approached her slowly and wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his head on her shoulder, "Baby, you're kind of hard to forget…"

Becky let out a deep sigh as she looked over their reflection, "If only you weren't so damn good in bed I might actually follow through on that threat."

"Mhmm…" he trailed off, trailing kisses down her neck to go along with his words.

"Come on, Cody… you said you needed to talk to me," she wriggled in his grasp. "What is it about?"

"Hmm?" he asked her absentmindedly.

"CODY," she pushed him off of her and faced him. "What did you need to talk to me about?"

"Oh," his face dropped noticeably and he rubbed a hand over his black spikes. "Yeah…"

Her green eyes darkened, "You're hiding something. What?"

"I was just talking to Orton…" Cody continued to avoid her piercing stare.

Growing impatient, she waved him on, "And…"

"AND," Cody's sapphire orbs held her gaze, "He said that you're starting the program with your sister… tonight."

He was still hiding something. She was sure of it.

"And…?"

His eyes shut for a moment and opened again, "They want you to share a dressing room… just for tonight."

Becky's once content mood dropped dramatically. This was not how she wanted tonight to go.

Sure, she was going to have to work on a program with Charlie, as Vince had told her, but no one had EVER said they'd have to share a dressing room. After her little incident at the Hilton, Becky had vowed never to share anything with her sister, let alone personal space of any kind.

She'd much rather do that with Cody… so she did. Often.

"I guess that means I have to go to go there now, huh?" Becky asked, her emerald eyes no longer sparkling.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm sorry, Becks."

"No," she waved him off with her right hand, "No apologies necessary. I'll see you out there for your match, okay?"

"Right," Cody nodded as she moved for the door. "Can I at least get a kiss goodbye?"

A slight smile crossed her face, "Only if you're there to give me a kiss hello when I come back."

Cody's blue eyes grew brighter as he grabbed a hold of her arm and planted a light kiss on her lips, "Always."

Becky walked through the open dressing room door and made her way into the room that once partially belonged to her. Now, though, instead of Charlie's belongings being strewn across half of the room, they were scattered everywhere.

And where was Charlie West?

Of course, she was neither alone, nor unoccupied.

As her younger sister stood just beyond the doorway, she watched the conversation unfold before her.

"So uh…" the platinum blonde man continued to smack his gum as he leaned against the wall, "What are you doin' after the show?"

"I don't know," she shrugged innocently, twirling a lock of equally blonde hair around her index finger. "Why?"

A smug grin crossed the Wisconsin native's face, "Well, I was just thinking that you and I…"

Before the conversation could go any further, Rebecca decided to clear her throat and spare herself the nightmares and therapy later on down the road.

A clearly annoyed Charlie whipped around her head and frowned, "Oh… it's you."

"Yep," Becky smiled brightly, "The one and only sister you've got."

"Unfortunately," she muttered and turned back to her suitor, "Listen, I'll meet up with you after the show, okay?"

He nodded and walked passed the statuesque blonde, towards the door, and nodded at the younger sister, "Rebecca."

"Kennedy," she stated plainly.

"Kennedy," he added and walked out of the room.

"I'm going to take a shower," Charlie announced abruptly and opened the door to the bathroom before closing it behind her sharply.

It was certainly going to be an interesting night.

"So are you?" Becky asked her sister, lacing up her black wrestling boots.

Charlie looked up from her cell phone as she sat, legs crossed, in a black leather love seat, "Am I what?"

"Going to see Ken tonight?" she continued on further with a genuine curiosity.

"Probably," she shrugged nonchalantly and flipped her hair. "Why… care to join in?"

Becky could swear she had just thrown up in her mouth, "You're sick."

"Get a grip, Rebecca," Charlie laughed at the raven-haired woman. "I'm only kidding."

"It's hard to tell sometimes, Charlotte," she countered, using her sister's not-so-beloved full first name in kind.

"You're the one who has turned into a totally different person."

"And you're the one who dumbs herself down just to get some."

In complete frustration and anger, Charlie rose from her chair and stormed out of the room.

"Gee," Becky mused to herself, alone in the room, "That went well."

And that was when it dawned on her.

The only way she knew how to get attention from any guy she actually liked... was by sleeping with him.

"You missed my match," Cody complained as Becky arrived at the gorilla position, only to find him returning with his tag team partner, along with their belts.

She stopped dead in her tracks and sighed, "I got sidetracked on the way… Vince came looking for me and I couldn't blow him off."

"Well then, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," his platinum-haired partner clapped him on the shoulder and smiled at Becky before walking down the hall.

"Bye, Bob," Becky returned the gesture and then looked at Cody. "Come on, let's go somewhere. I'll make it up to you."

"Fine," the blue-eyed wrestler relented. "Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere you want."

"Um… how do you feel about sand?"

Becky plopped down onto the sand at the top of the slight hill in her dark blue jeans and eyed her boyfriend.

"Cody, isn't the water kind of cold?" she asked him, watching as he stepped into the water, his acid-washed jeans cuffed at the bottom.

"Becky, this is Florida," he chuckled heartily at her question, "We're not in Wisconsin and this isn't Lake Michigan. It's really not that bad."

"But it's nighttime…"

"And it's warm," he corrected her with a smile and waded a little deeper.

Her emerald eyes glinted in the moonlight as she watched her boyfriend's movements carefully.

For most of her life, she had been the girl waiting on some guy to sweep her off her feet and looking on as her sister stole the hearts of every guy she met.

But there he was… standing in front of her, the bottom of his jeans starting to absorb the water brought on by the crashing ocean waves.

Cody had saved her from herself in the end.

What had started as a simple frustration with her identity crisis had morphed into this incredible relationship, but where it had come from, she didn't know.

What she did know was that she was incredibly lucky to have snagged herself seemingly the only guy on the roster interested in a woman that didn't play dumb or threw her sexuality around like she was auditioning for Playboy.

The fact was, Cody Runnels had become her savior of sorts. And while as a Catholic girl, this was a little blasphemous, Becky didn't care. He was her own personal Jesus.

Alright, so he didn't have a long beard or long hair, but he had managed to resurrect the old Becky West.

And that had to count for something, right?

"Aren't you coming in?" his voice knocked her back to reality and she looked up to find him standing above her.

"Me?" she asked him incredulously.

"No, the palm tree behind you," he mocked her. "Of course you, stupid."

"I'm not dressed for the beach, Cody," Becky informed him and pulled at her navy and silver foil tee shirt.

"And I am?" he extended a muscular arm out and stretched out his hand to her. "Come on, it's not that cold, I swear."

"Okay," she sighed in exasperation and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

Cody waited for her to slide off her flip flops and after doing so, he led her towards the water. Unfortunately, a wave crashed and covered Becky's ankles in water.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed and jumped slightly. "Now I'm all wet!"

"It's water, it'll dry… but it's not too cold, right?"

"I guess not and you're right, it'll dry," she admitted as smirk appeared on her face. Moments later, she kicked a large splash of water right at Cody, "As will you."

"What the fuck, Becky?!?" Cody yelled loudly, digging down into the water with his hands and splashing her.

As they continued to mess around in the water, Becky couldn't help but be reminded of the lake house her parents once owned on Lake Michigan. As kids, no older than eight and twelve, she and her sister used to have water fights down in the water until they got so cold at night, their lips turned blue.

But that was a different time… a happy time.

A time when she and Charlie were best friends…

When they'd set off fireworks on the fourth of July because they had something to celebrate…

And they'd watch the sun set over the lake before bed…

When their mother would tell them their favorite stories from her childhood before they slept…

And dreams of the perfect boy would fill young Rebecca West's head.

What did she dream of, exactly?

She dreamt of the strong tall boy with love in his heart and bright eyes that only wished to look at her, the one who would play Prince Charming and rescue her in the end.

"Hey, hey!" Cody protested as she began to stumble backwards, pulling on his arm as she went down. "I am not the captain! I do not go down with the ship!"

But his words came too late as Becky managed to pull him down into the water with her, soaking him up to his elbows as he fell beside the seated woman, who was slowly backing up closer to shore.

She looked over at him and smiled apologetically, "Sorry. Kind of lost my balance."

He got up and walked over to where she was now sitting, in the moist sand where few of the waves would wash up, "You. Suck."

Her dream guy was a gentleman and treated her right, putting her well-being before his own. They'd live in a house with a yard and they'd spend Christmas with their families, altogether in one place, seated around the dinner table and talking with each other.

But those dreams died along with her childhood on the day her parents separated.

It was all just a childish fantasy.

It was all just an overactive imagination.

But every now and then there were moments like this…

Moments where it seemed as though the family was still together…

And her parents slept in the same bed…

And every night at the Wests' was like a sleepover….

Moments where she remembered what it was like to be happy…

And that the perfect man really could exist beyond her dreams.

"Becky?" his blue eyes narrowed at her as she just stared out into nothing. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, I didn't mean anything by it…"

"I love you," Becky blurted out and then clasped her hand over her mouth. "Oh shit, I-I-I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from…"

"Becky," he shook his head at her and placed a finger to her lips. "It's okay. I love you too."

"You-you do?" her eyes lit up as she stared into his intently.

A boyish smile spread across Cody's face, "Yeah."

"You really do?"

"Yes, Rebecca," he replied sincerely, sending shivers down her spine as he bent down and kissed her, pressing her back into the sand. "I really, REALLY do."

And as Becky and Cody laid entangled on the sandy shoreline, the waves crashing around them and sliding between their bodies, the electric contact between their skin proved one thing for certain:

She wasn't dreaming.

A/N: Once again, a little update. I thought this was a little romantic and dealt with some of her past issues, which is going to be very important later on… I think.

Read and review, please!!!

Danielle