She confuses me more than I like. A little mystery is always OK with me, I enjoy figuring something out every now and then, but Candice… she just confuses me. And she always seems to confuse me the most when she comes back from having a "Girls Day". Gossip, giggling…understandable. It's the mood swings that get me.

It's the tiredness from one night to the needy attention the next. The "I want to lay in bed all day and eat ice cream straight from the container" to making me dinner. Sometimes it's all too much for me to handle. A lot of has happened since she came back from her injury. Maybe she had some sort of life altering experience, but I like to think that would be something she would share with me. It's been over two and a half years, but there's something about her…

I lost my trail of thought when Kelly walked in front of me at the airport, bouncy and ready to go on the plane to head home for an entire five days. She could only be so lucky. "Hey Kelly," I said while she walked by. Her face blushed. Cute.

"Hi John." The bounce in her step disappeared when she sat in the chair next to me, her blond hair providing a wall for her to hide behind. "What are your plans for the next few days?"

"Chill, I guess. Nothing planned, probably hit up some bars with the brothers, sleep in lots, be with Candice, nothing too exciting. What about you?" Her sunglasses looked too big to be on her face, she was probably hung over. It wasn't the best-kept secret that she liked to party. "Anything exciting? Breaking some hearts?"

She blushed and it was cute. "No," she said bashfully. "I might get together with the girls, I haven't seen them in a long time. Five days just seems so long, but I feel like I'm going to accomplish nothing. Maybe I'll just stay in bed the whole time. They know I'll be home, if they want to do something, they can call me. Right?" She reached into her purse, took out a bottle of Advil, popped two in her mouth, and dry swallowed them. I bit my tongue so I wouldn't make an inappropriate comment; sometimes it was just too easy. "Well, that's my flight." Funny, I didn't hear any voices from the speakers… "have a good five days off. See you next Monday."

She was gone before I could say bye to her. Yet another confusing woman. Sigh. I give up. Kelly always seems more distant than everyone else. I don't know if it's because she's so young or because she had almost zero experience coming into wrestling, but something about her makes me think she needs someone to open up to. She even got on the plane by herself, whereas most the Diva's go in huge groups so they can all hug before they leave. Maybe Candice will know…

"John! Snap out of it!" Candice was standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. "What were you and Kelly talking about?" Oh no, I knew that tone. She was jealous.

"Nothing. Just plans." I pulled her into my lap and gave her a kiss on her neck. "Why Missy, what are your plans? Got anyone special to spend it with?" She tensed for a moment before she kissed me back. She likes kissing. "Is there anything you want to do? Dinner, visits, have someone over?"

She nuzzled into my neck, "not really. Let's just relax, I feel like we rarely do that anymore." She was half right. It was her that hardly relaxes anymore, always on the go with training, photo shoots, and appearances, shopping with the girls. Candice was always a busy person, but lately it's been constantly. I can't even remember the last time we just sat down and talked. In fact, I couldn't even remember the last time we were in bed together, or the last time we even…

"Good thinking. I'll relax with you all day long if that's what you want to do. I'll relax with you so much…"

"John, enough," she said giggling. "Let's get our stuff and head towards our plane. We were called a few minutes ago, but you were talking to Kelly so you wouldn't have heard it." There it is again, more jealousy. Candice picked up her bags in a huff, without allowing me to help her before she walked off in front of me, almost running. I don't get these sudden mood swings, this one almost made me snap, but we were in public, people know who we are..

I'd just like to know why she's been like this the last six months.

"Candy…" I caught her by the arm. "What's the matter with you?" I whispered the last part as I could see people giving us looks just from how I was holding her arm.

She jerked her arm out of my grip and continued on with her way, steps ahead of me. Now she was in her jealous mode, which can last up to four days. That's how long it was last time when she saw me talking to Mickie. Apparently, I can't wish her good luck before her matches or ask what she was doing on her days off either.

Candice didn't talk to me until we were in the air and I was half asleep while leaning against the window. At least it wasn't four days this time. "Baby," she whispered, leaning on my shoulder. "Can we talk?" Can we? All I've wanted to do is talk since you had that photo shoot in Hollywood six months ago and you started acting all strange. But hey, of course we can talk now. It's not like I was trying to sleep or anything.

"Sure babe. What's up?" I turned my attention to her and I could see Kelly curled into a ball on her small seat, cuddled with her blanket she always seems to travel with. She looked like she was somewhat at peace, which was more than I could say for myself at the moment. Little Blondie needed sleep.

"I don't mean to get so jealous. Its just…" she stopped to think about her next words. I hate it when she does this. "I don't like seeing you talking to other girls when I'm not there." Biting tongue. Mouth tastes like blood. Biting too hard. "And I see you talking to Kelly, and she's so young and pretty… I just don't like seeing you with other girls."

This whole thing seemed unreal, and I said nothing until she fell asleep, curled up with her back turned to me. Me talking to other girls, who were my co-workers, and she's jealous? Good thing I didn't mention how I want to punch out every guys lights when they even look at her, let alone talk to her. I trust her with Maria because Maria keeps to herself, and is usually hanging out with either Carlito or another Diva. Even when she's around Carlito I make sure I keep my thoughts to myself, but because I was just having a conversation with Kelly…

I looked around the plane and noted who was asleep and who wasn't. It'd be nice if one of the guys were awake because neither of them can understand women either. Not even the womanizer himself, CM Punk couldn't understand what the hell Candice was talking about. It still boggled my mind she didn't like me talking to the other girls.

Getting up from my seat I walked up the aisle, Candice and I were seating near the entrance, and began to look for anyone that was slightly awake. There was no one. Even the guys were clocked out, which was a strange occurrence since it was usually at least four of them that stayed awake and tried to make sure everyone else stayed awake; but not tonight. Everyone was asleep on this flight to Dallas.

I began to walk back to my seat until I felt a tug on my pants. I looked down, and there was Kelly, still with her sunglasses on and her headphones around her neck. "What are you still doing awake?" I asked her while she took off her sunglasses. The poor girl was definitely hung over from the night before.

"Thinking," she answered, cuddling with a blanket that had teddy bears on it. "There's not much else to do. Take a seat?" She motioned to the seat beside her, which was empty. I really had nothing better to do, so I sat beside her and watched as she slightly blushed. I took note that she changed into sweatpants and a tank top, whereas before we were on the plane she had on super tight jeans and a tube top, as if she slept in her clubbing outfit the night before. She seemed comfy, calm, and hung over. "So, what are you still doing awake?"

Then it hit me. Kelly was shopping with Candice earlier. Candice, Maria, Kelly and Mickie, they all went shopping earlier for their precious "Girls Day". Surely she must know something… "Same thing, thinking," I answered.

"About?" Now she seemed interested. Maybe she did know something. "I know we don't talk much, but maybe it's something I could help you with?"

It's like she read my mind. How did this cute blond know there was something I need to talk about? Was that why she was so quiet? Was she the type that just sat back and observed everyone else and their problems? "Maybe," I whispered, looking over to where Candice was to make sure she was still sleeping. "Candice has been confusing me lately. Just acting all strange and awkward… what was she like when you were shopping with her?"

Kelly cuddled with her blanket more while giving me a smile. "She was funny. We went into a couple of lingerie stores and she bought the cutes… I'm not telling you," she said with a wink. "But then her and Maria had this great idea to go into an… adult store?" She raised her eyebrows. I never knew she was so expressive. "I've never been in one before, and there's all these… toys. Her and Maria kept talking about you and Carlito… it was embarrassing, yet very funny. Don't worry, it was all nice things, trust me." She patted my knee, as if to reassure me. "She seemed OK though. Why?"

"I don't know. I just think she did something and she doesn't want me to know about it."

"Like what?" Her voice went down to a whisper and she leaned closer to me. "Just throw something out there. What's the first thing that comes to your mind that she would feel guilty about?"

I thought about it, and couldn't come up with anything. She maxed out my credit card once, but she told me about that. That was during month ten of our relationship. Then there was the time where she told me she was going on a spa vacation with her sister for the weekend, but she ended up posing for Playboy. That was month seventeen. But what would she have done on month twenty-four… our two year anniversary? "Anything?" Kelly asked me, her eyes concerned.

I shook my head. There was nothing. "I don't know, Kel. I really don't."

"John, dig deeper. You know there's something. Can I tell you something?" She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, and I had a feeling this was a pretty big deal. All I could do was nod my head. "It wasn't that long ago, but before I was signed, I had a boyfriend. And he was wonderful don't get me wrong. But when I was modeling, he wasn't there, but other guys were, you know? I saw those guys more than I saw him, and I became close with those guys. How long were you out with your injury?"

"Three and a half months. I don't get it, Kelly. What are you trying to tell me?" She really was confusing me. I always hated it when women would talk in code, and you had to catch the subliminal message… I never could.

"I cheated on my boyfriend, John. You were off the road for three and a half months; she's been acting strange for how long? I'm just throwing it out there…"

"Do you think she would? Just from shopping with her today, did you get that vibe from her? Did she say anything that…" Now my head was spinning. Looking over at how innocent Candice seemed at that moment made me cringe. She would never do anything like that to me… would she? "Kelly, you need to tell me…"

"She was fine, honest to God. But I promise you," she stuck out her pinky, "the moment I see her acting odd, I'll tell you. Promise."

I remembered the last time I pinky swore someone. I was eight years old, and in the tree house that Hailey Nanolini's father built for her after she begged him for countless days. I know this because she lived next door to me and she was also my first kiss. We pinky swore to never tell anyone on the playground, and we both kept our promises.

Kelly seemed like someone I could trust, so I hooked my pinky in hers, and within good timing as well: The speaker just went off and told us we were about to land. Everyone began to stir as the stewardess politely shook everyone awake, but I made sure I was the one to wake up Candice. I would wait until she was fully woken up until I had a good talk with her, but for now, I know nothing. Just like she knows nothing about my little pact with Kelly.