A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I hope you know I appreciate you taking the time to do so...so thank you!

It's been a little while since I last updated. I've been busy with classes+finals (And will be busy with summer classes). Let me know what you think after reading this chapter. It's kind of a big ball of suck :/ I may rewrite it later on.

&& Don't forget the large chuck of text in italics is a past event/memory/flashback...you'll have to pay attention to where it cuts in & ends.


"What is this?" a man inquired with a crisp tone, pressing a mobile device toward Melody's face.

"Um, a cell phone?" the diva said with a shrug of the shoulders—uncertain of the answer he wanted.

Jaggedly tapping a finger to the screen, the blue-eyed individual directed her awareness to the mobile web page he had up. "This," he rigidly stated before reciting the message out loud. "FINALLY! Mel-Mel found another way to spell RKO: B-F. Boyfriend.' I knew something was going on between you two!" he instantly accused, with eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Whoops. She knew she had forgotten to do something earlier that morning. Mike had made the announcement on Twitter—his latest obsession—after she had told him what happened. With a quiet chuckle, she curled a strand of her around her finger. "Oh yeah, about that-"

"Are you out of your mind?" the former intercontinental champion proclaimed, stuffing his cell phone back into his pocket. "Baby, I am Chris Jericho…you don't cheat on me with some jackass!"

"Kid, come on," Randy asserted, wrenching the pillow from her grip. "One favor - that's all I'm asking."

Dragging a hand through her tangled bed-head hair, Melody formed a pout on her lips - a trick her parents claimed was her biggest weapon as a child. Something she also used frequently on Randy, especially when she was in the mood to watch The Notebook. "I don't want to do it. The idea makes me nauseous."

"One favor," the man recited again, knowing that although Melody hated the notion, she'd ultimately cave and grant him his request.

He was out of his mind; Melody was sure of this. Did Randy truly expect her to prance around as his pretend girlfriend? Needless to say, he was attempting to pick the wrong flower out of the bouquet. "Can't you get someone else to do it?"

"Like who, Dee?" he bluntly retorted, feeling suddenly annoyed with her unwillingness. "You're virtually the only pair of tits that I'm around." Melody shook her in disapproval, though Randy seemed oblivious to this. "And I guess I was wrong in thinking my friend would want to help me."

"Oh, I'm sorry," the woman mockingly replied. "Forgive me for not remembering that I 'practically worship' the ground you walk on."

"Who told you that?" Randy defensively asked, though he was fully aware. John really needed to shut his trap and meddle elsewhere. Randy never understood why his old friend constantly felt the urge to play Melody's knight in shinning armor. Perhaps because John had his own short-lived history with her. At least that's what Mike constantly claimed…

"Why?" Melody frowned as she leaned back against the headboard. "Are you mad that someone told the puppy to stop following you around?"

"I was kidding," he reasoned. She had always understood that his ego was over-inflated and the cocky attitude was standard with him…but he seemingly had to remind her now. When the scowl didn't fade from her face, Randy rested a hand on her knee. "You know I honestly don't think that, right?"

"I think you need to get out of my room," Melody bitterly remarked, shoving his hand away.

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Standing in the back lot of the venue, Randy anxiously waited for her arrival. "Her" being his ex-fiance. She had called a few days earlier and suggested that they meet up to talk, since RAW was broadcasting live from Missouri that coming Monday. Foolishly, Randy had replied with, "I'd have to see if my girlfriend is okay with it." And this genius answer was countered with, "Oh. You're seeing someone? …I'd love to meet her." Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! Why had he said that? He would have claimed that it was in effort to make his ex jealous, but she didn't seem the least bit envious. And what about Melody? All he did was ask her for a favor and it somehow snowballed into an unnecessary dispute. One small favor; That was all he wanted and she wouldn't agree. Now he was going to look like a pitiful dope and it was because of Melody. They had avoided each other over the course of the weekend and his attempt to find someone to pose as his girlfriend failed miserably. Damn that Melody! It was just one favor, was that too much to ask?

The sound of heels clacking against the pavement brought Randy out of his thoughts and he looked up to see her walking up to him, with that darling smile of hers. "Hey Sam," Randy meekly greeted. She looked prettier than he had remembered and a familiar warm sensation found its way to his heart. Though a part of him resented her, the other began to yearn for what once was.

"Hi! You look great," she complimented with a bright grin before wrapping her arms around his neck. The light scent of her perfume, the softness of her brown locks, the ease in which she fit into his arms, it was all coming back to him…oh god, he was practically falling in love with her again…

"Excuse you," a third individual piped in. "Can you please get your hands off my boyfriend?"

Randy didn't bother to look, he knew who it was. The girl had the weirdest timing, but she truly did always come through for him. Sure enough, he released his former-flame from the embrace to discover Melody standing there with a slight frown—with her hands on her hips, no lesslooking like the perfect image of an irritated girlfriend. In spite of this, Randy wasn't sure if he wanted to kill Melody for ruining the moment or bow before her for coming to his aid.

"You're dating Melody?" Samantha wondered in bewilderment.

Pushing herself in between Samantha and Randy, the diva coiled her own arms around Randy's waist. "Yes, he is," Melody answered for him - with a glare directed toward the other brunette woman.

Samantha nodded slowly in reply, seemingly skeptical of the relationship. "Boy, you didn't waste any time, did you Randy?"

Forcing a dry chuckle, the man brought Melody closer to him. "Well, I guess I always kind of knew I was in love with her."

Melody grinned widely before getting on her tip-toes to meet her lips with his. The thought of kissing him had always sickened her, but she had to admit, it actually wasn't so nauseating. It was almost...nice. Weird! This kiss was lasting too long. Pulling away, Melody cleared her throat just as Samantha stormed away from them. "Oh my god, am I that good of an actress?" she whispered with a growing giggle. Giving him a slight push, the young woman formed a minute distance between her and Randy. "And you're welcome, by the way." Ruffling a hand through her hair, she began to turn toward the doors to head back inside. She hadn't taken more than a couple of steps before she was pulled back and Randy's lips crashed into hers again.

"Chris, relax" the diva stated. "This whole thing is just a charade..."