I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.

Brittney's Point of View-

We walked out of the restaurant after the bill was taken care of and we walked to the end of the row of cars looking the different directions of the cars we had parked at.

"Are you guys okay to drive after all the shots?" I asked as we made a square rather than a circle.

"It was half hour ago and we were drinking water along with soda, we will be fine." Wade said confidently.

"It was 3 shots, not three whole beers." Heath said.

"Just drive careful." I said as I worried about them, I hugged Wade whispering into his ear, "Good night Wade, thanks for earlier." I said hoping it didn't sound too creepy, but hearing his story about his grandma made me feel a little better and know that I wasn't the only one.

"Night Brittney, don't think about it." Wade whispered back in his sexy British accent smirking before I broke from his embrace turning to Heath who stuck his arms out ready for a hug,

"It's your lucky night because I have alcohol in my system." I said as I finally gave Heath a hug but not willingly.

"Congrats Brat." Heath said jokingly as I was in his embrace.

"Thanks." I said not in the mood to think of a remark back to him, I broke from his embrace turning to Justin, "I'm ready to go." I said done for the night, emotions were wild and I was just filled with so much of them that I wanted to sleep.

"Night guys." Justin said as he gave them his manly hugs before I followed him to his car where I climbed into the passenger seat enjoying the drive home looking out of the window. We got to the apartment complex climbing out grabbing my bag heading into the complex where I headed up the stairs when I got to mid stairs when Justin spoke, "You coming down to stay the night?" Justin asked.

"I don't know." I said turning around on the step still feeling emotional and weird about winning the belt.

"Well, I would like you too…is what happened at dinner still bothering you?" Justin asked as he slowly headed up the stairs towards me, I pulled my bag off my shoulder setting it down as I slowly sat down on the steps.

"Just overwhelmed with emotions from winning the Diva's belt that I still feel that I don't deserve then dinner and then having to adjust to the changes of you guys not being here, it's hard." I said not looking at Justin as I felt him sit down beside me, I stared at my hands in my lap as I felt Justin snake his arm around me and he grasped my shoulder lightly.

"Look, you deserve the belt and you are the hardest working person in FCW. You got the belt because you have passion, dedication, and desire for this business, not only in here…" Justin said poking at my head, "but in here." He said pointing at my heart, "If you didn't have that, you wouldn't have continued on the road to get to where you are today and that is why you got the belt, because you have paid your dues, worked hard, showed that you have improved and that your work hasn't gone unnoticed. Let's be honest, you have fallen through the cracks since you paired up with Wade and now it's your time to show. As for your dad, you're going to be emotional about that for rest of your life. I know that this schedule is going to be hard the first few weeks, I'm not even used to it and I haven't adjusted to it myself, I miss you on the road but I'm at a disadvantage because I got the guys and I'm trying my best to make it more like normal. If you continue working as hard as you are, prove yourself and redefine this Diva's belt then soon enough you will get your moment like how we are getting our opportunity." Justin said as I knew that he made a lot of sense, he is always the voice of reason and knew the right things to say. "Come on, go get into your pajamas, grab your blanket, your Shawn Michaels teddy bear that I know you sleep with and that Diva's belt then come back down to my apartment so we can eat some ice cream, I don't know about you but I have a sweet tooth." Justin said.

"What if I don't?" I asked finally turning to look into his brown eyes.

"I guess I'll move up to your room, and tomorrow your couch will have an imprint of my big booty on it." Justin said smiling.

"Like it doesn't already have one." I said sarcastically.

"What you trying to say?" Justin asked in a teasing offended voice.

"Nothing…" I said smirking.

"I'm tired, so get going." Justin said as he got to his feet pulling me to my feet without my help and I pulled my duffel up onto my shoulder feeling the weight of my belt in it that weighed more.

"Going…" I said rolling my eyes as I ran up rest of the stairs going down the hall grasping the strap of my duffel tightly then loosen it then tighten it back up letting what Justin said run through my mind knowing that I deserved this belt, I had worked super hard to get here and that if my dad was here he will be just as proud and one day I will get more recognition than just having one title reign. I let myself into my apartment going in tossing my bag onto my couch zipping it open pulling out my belt and couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face knowing that I had finally got it, Justin was right about how after all my hard work, dedication and passion I had put into my work I had finally got the thing that I have been working so hard for, it's the first step towards where I want to go. I put it aside to put back into the bag when I got done packing it and put the CD cases I had signed out from the audio department putting them next to my belt for tomorrow as I pulled the duffel with me to my room dumping out my attire that needed to be washed badly and put in clothes for the next few days and changed into my pajamas so I didn't have to pack them. I carried my duffel back out to the couch sliding the belt and CD's back into the bag before I went out to the kitchen grasping a water bottle drinking some before I went out grasping my bag heading downstairs to Justin's apartment feeling in a little bit better mood. Justin opened the door already having a bowl of ice cream in hand and he turned around heading back into the kitchen the moment he knew it was me. I shut the door behind me locking all the locks he had before I set my bag down next to the wall that was next to the entrance of the kitchen to make my own bowl. "Way to wait until I got here to get some ice cream." I joked.

"I made you a bowl, I couldn't wait to eat this delicious chocolate goodness." Justin said smiling as he took another spoonful of the chocolate ice cream he had dished out for himself seeing the second bowl he had dished out handing it to me.

"Thanks." I said smiling as I led him back out and into the living room where I sat on his couch making my legs into Indian style as Justin turned the television on turning it to Family Guy to watch, it was always a good choice when it came to us. "I guess the tiredness is catching up to me…I blame the tears I had shed at the restaurant." I said as I looked down at the chocolate stains from the ice cream in the bowl that I had just ate from before I looked over to Justin who was asleep already with his head propped up by the back of the couch. "Well, good night Justin." I said smirking as I stood up grasping the bowl that was still in his grip slowly trying not to wake him as I walked into the kitchen setting them into the sink running some water looking out to see him making sure he didn't wake up as I rinsed them out as best as I could before I walked out pulling the bag I had brought with me onto my shoulder going into the spare bedroom leaving the door open as I opened my bag to pull out the blanket I had brought down with me seeing the belt I had kept in the bag and pulled it out smiling as I brought it with me to the bed climbing in getting comfortable. It was a very comfortable bed, it was soft but yet firm enough for me and I spread the blanket across my body bringing my belt to my body wrapping my arms through the belt holding it close to my body as if it was the bear that I would snuggle with in my bedroom in my apartment, it so happened the bear resembled Shawn Michaels and I had gotten for my birthday one year but I forget by who.