Hey all! This isn't a very intense chapter--more like a stepping stone to the next major part. The next chapter will be fairly similar--and I think I'm almost done with that one! I've updated the myspace and have finally eliminated all the spammers. I've got some things about to happen with it, so add it if you want in.

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Chapter title is by The 88. One of those relatively unknown bands. So as always, enjoy and let me know what you think!


Cody and Sarah emerged from the house and went over to the pool. Everyone looked up at the pair and laughed—it was fairly obvious from the looks on their faces as to what had happened upstairs. Ashley, who lacked the ability to be subtle, spoke out. "Looks like you two had a pleasant evening." Sarah chunked a beach ball at Ashley, confirming what the group already knew.

John noticed Brittany was blushing, "Are you okay?" She looked up at him, "Yeah, just hungry. I'm going to head in and restart breakfast." John said he would help again and followed her out of the pool. Brittany grabbed some of her brother's clothes that she had taken years ago and gave them to John. "They probably won't fit great, but my brother is only a bit smaller than you." John thanked her and peeled off his wet shirt. Brittany flushed again and left the room with some clothes for herself, headed towards the bathroom. What if he wants me to sleep with him now? What is wrong with me? Any girl would kill to be in my position and here I am not even wanting to do it. Okay, that's a lie. I want to—I'm just not ready to. She sighed to herself as she put her shirt on, walked back to the kitchen, and cleaned the counter off.

John walked into the kitchen as Brittany was pulling out the last of the ingredients. She looked up and thought her brother's clothes had never looked better. The shirt fit like John's normally did—tight enough to see just how muscular he was. The track pants weren't as bad as she thought they would be. Well, those were his lounging pants. I guess they were baggier than I thought! She smiled and went back to the task at hand. John couldn't seem to figure this girl out. One minute she was bubbly and flirty—the next she was quiet and somewhat closed off. The couple made breakfast and called the others in to change. Brittany lent more of her brother's clothes to Randy. As the group ate, the guys shared more stories about life on the road.

Sarah became more excited the longer she listened to the stories. She hadn't even told her two best friends about the letter that came in the mail yesterday. I guess now is as good a time as any. I wonder what Cody's reaction will be. She took a deep breath before beginning, "So I got a letter yesterday." Sarah looked up smiling and laughed as the girls attacked her. "Oh my god! Why didn't you tell us?" "Did you get in?" Brittany and Ashley were ready to lunge across the table. Sarah just nodded as her friends jumped up, screaming and bouncing around the room.

The guys were more confused that ever. Cody was more curious than anyone else, "What did you get in to?" Sarah turned to face him, "OVW." John and Randy stared, almost in shock. None of them realized any of the girls wanted to actually wrestle—which made them wonder about what Brittany and Ashley wanted. Cody shook his head, not believing he heard her correctly, "As in wrestling OVW?" Sarah's stomach dropped. He's mad. She simply nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak anymore. She stared into Cody's deep blue eyes searching for a reaction.

Cody couldn't believe she was going to be with him training. He suddenly realized Sarah looked as if she was ready to cry and felt bad. "I can't believe I get to be with you all the time. I must have done something pretty great to get this kind of karma!" Sarah threw her arms around his neck as he picked her up and spun her around. A celebration ensued and lasted until the late afternoon.