Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the main charactor Tiffany.

Authors Note: Firstly I'd like to apologize for any mistakes I've made, I try my best to correct them all but truth be told I'm not the best speller and I have problems with grammar. So I'm sorry I hope there aren't that many and it doesn't affect the story. Secondly I'd like to again say i'm sorry for my lack of updates... thanks to everyone who's read my story, i really hope you enjoy it as much as i do...

It's hard living all your life being shy. I've tried to come out of my shell, but I can't seem to do it. I want to I really do, but it's not as easy as it seems. Looking into the mirror I made a promise to myself that tonight and from this point on I wouldn't let my shyness keep me down, it wouldn't stop me anymore I wouldn't let it.

Letting out a sigh I finished curling my long blonde mane, and checked my make-up one last time while trying to calm my nerves. Phil would be here any minute for our date and dare I say it I'm excited. Quickly I climbed into my outfit that B.B and I had picked out earlier on that day, we had decided on a simple pair of low rise straight-leg dark blue jeans with long black boots and a Purple off the shoulder long sleeved shirt.

I took a few more glances in the mirror before settling down on my bed to watch some TV while I waited.

An hour later and a few drinks from the mini bar I'd lost all hope of Phil showing up. I finally had given up and began to feel sorry for myself. The one thing I got excited about was just ripped out from under me.

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Earlier that day, in the hotel lobby, two WWE superstars were finishing up another long day and were on route to their respected hotel rooms, Chatting about insignificant thing until one spoke his mind.

"So Vickie told me her and Tiffany were seeing a movie tonight."

The other man flinched, his dark brown eyebrow arching in confusion.

The tall blonde man smirked getting the reaction he was looking for and continued.

"So no date huh? That's rough man." He laughed slapping the younger man on the back.

The elevator doors opened and the blonde Canadian took his leave.

"Later punk." He shot at the closing door.

"Adam" nodded the straight edge superstar.

Neither noticed their co-worker standing behind.

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I woke up hazy, my memory clouded. My throat hurt and my eyes took more time than necessary to focus on the tidy hotel room.

It wasn't long before my ignorant bliss was lifted and the events of last night or lack thereof, came flooding back. My chest tightened and my heartbeat increased.

Another failed attempt. How Embarrassing!

My body told me to stay in bed but my mind knew better, I had to get up and beautify the WWE for yet another house show. I loved my job but the embarrassment of last night's failed date was too much for my hung over heart.

After a very long shower my body felt a little better but my mind still hadn't drifted through the fog.

As I reached my suitcase my yellow jogging pants caught my eye. But there was no way I would go to work with bright yellow sweat pants when I was working with some of the most gorgeous women on earth. I grabbed a pair of black leggings and a stripped mid thigh long sleeve shirt with matching bra and panties and set off to get dressed.

My blonde curls was placed in a messy bun on the top of my head, I'm sure the eyeliner around my green eyes was already running from my constant rubbing of them, luckily I had my sunglasses covering my blood shot eyes. As I stepped out my car I realized it might have not been a good idea to drink three cups of star bucks coffee. I mentally listed what I had to do today before the show.

First and foremost find a bathroom and quick!

When I had number one scratched off my list. I made my way to my work station ready to face what the new day had in store for me. Unlucky for me I was not ready for the leggy blonde sitting in my chair.

Barbie Blank was not a person I wanted to talk to right now. I knew she was itching to know all the juice details of last night or lack thereof. I put on my game face and busied myself organizing my work space for the day.

"So" the striking blonde squealed, her blue eyes big with questions.

"Don't even start Barbie, I don't want to talk about it." I cut the diva off before she could even get started.

"I take it, it didn't go well." Barbie questions her mood darkening.

"But I thought you two would get along flawlessly."

"Maybe if he bothered to show up we would have." My green eyes focused on anything but the pretty face in my chair. I didn't want to see the pity in her eyes, even if she wouldn't admit it I knew it was there.

"No way! But Phil was so into you, you heard what the girls said. I talked to him myself yesterday morning he was looking forward to it." Her blue eyes darkening as her mood soured even more. "When I get my hands around that little twerp's neck I'll……."

"B, Please don't doing anything, I don't want you to make a big deal of this." I pleaded my green eyes wide.

"Please just a little, I'll get some of the guys to rough him up a little bit." She said almost cackling in delight.

"No! Don't say anything to anyone I don't want anyone to know, please B it could jeopardize my job." I begged. "I just want to go on working like nothing ever happened and have nothing to do with or see Mr. Phil Brooks again." I pleaded. I didn't want what happened last time to repeat itself. Let's just say Barbie went psycho on someone's ass, it wasn't pretty. But that a tale for another time.

"Don't worry Tiff, we'll find you your price charming."

I don't know what was more scary the look on Barbie's face, or the thought of her trying to shove me in the arms of an unwilling Prince. The truth was I had decided in my drunken stupor last night to focus more on my work and less on dating for the time being.

Just as I was finishing up on Barbie's silky locks a stagehand informed me that I was needed over in wardrobe.

Baffled I quickly bid farewell to Barbie and trailed behind the gentleman. My mind took me to places I knew to be incorrect, yet still I hoped that Phil would be sending for me, to proclaim how sorry he was.

A girl could dream couldn't she?