I apologize for the lack of updates over the past month – my job got really busy and, of course, it was the holidays. However, here is a new chapter for you to enjoy! Please leave a review letting me know how you like the story and if you enjoy the way things are going :)

July 20, 2015

Rami was seeing red. He was on a manhunt for Colby and Jon and he was going to stop at nothing until he found them. He didn't care if Raw was about to start soon; he didn't care if either of them were in the opening segment; he didn't care if he had to search the entire night. He didn't think he'd ever been this angry in his entire life.

He knocked on each door, peered into each room, looking for either one of them. He hoped he would find them together, but that was just asking for too much. Whoever he saw, he asked for them – and they guided him in the right direction. He knocked on one door and opened it quickly, seeing Claudio in the room. He didn't bother with formalities. "Where's Colby?" he demanded.

Claudio didn't answer at first. "What do you need Colby for?" he asked back.

"I need to find him, Claudio," Rami refused to answer.

Claudio sighed at Rami's revelation. "I haven't seen him," he said calmly. "But I can tell you what they said."

Rami's eyebrows rose. "You can what?"

Claudio looked at Rami. "Listen…I was kind of around the corner when it happened."

"What did they say to her?"

"Jon called her Her Royal Highness, the Princess of Montreal. Said you got quite the catch since she's worth eight billion dollars," Claudio began. Rami inhaled sharply, trying to maintain his composure. "Colby told her she should have known better. He was very condescending, calling her princess. Accused her of thinking she was better than anyone else. Jon said to her, 'poor little rich girl'."

Rami had had it. He turned to leave quickly, but Claudio was quicker, grabbing his arm. "Don't do anything stupid, Rami."

"I'm not," Rami dismissed him, trying to leave again. Claudio still had a firm grip on his forearm, holding him in his spot.

"I mean it Rami. Don't go crazy."

"You don't have to worry. I'm not gonna do anything stupid," Rami said. Claudio believed him enough and let go.

Rami had never made a more empty promise in his life.

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Mapleeeee where'd you go? I can't find you! – Fergal

Back at the hotel – Eleanor

Why?

Wasn't feeling very well. I think I have food poisoning.

:(

Can you keep an eye on Rami for me tonight please?

I will, but I'm already failing.

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Rami kept popping in an out of rooms. He was getting frustrated with his search, but he wasn't going to stop until he did what he needed to do. The prolonged search just made him antsier.

He turned a corner and came upon a large opening that led, eventually, to gorilla, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed the all-too-familiar two-toned hair of Colby. He stopped dead in his tracks and walked over to him. Colby was speaking with a runner, but when he noticed Rami, he shooed the runner away.

"What did you say to her, huh?" Rami demanded as he kept walking towards Colby.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Colby demanded back.

"Come on princess, tell me what you said to her."

Colby rolled his eyes. "Come on, man! We were just having some fun."

"Fun? You call that fun?!" Rami didn't know what possessed him to make him so volatile. He saw a look of confusion flash Colby's eyes – in all the years they had known each other, Rami had never acted this way. "If you want to rip on me about it, by all means – rip on me. But if I hear you've spoken another word about her or to her, I'm gonna fucking kill you, do you hear me? Stay the fuck away from her unless you're there to apologize."

Colby saw the fire in Rami's eyes and knew he was serious. He tried to maintain his composure but seeing Rami like this was throwing him out of loop. The Rami he knew never got angry. "Pass the message on to Jon for me, princess," Rami griped before he walked away.

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Fergal couldn't believe what Nattie had told him. She had showed him what the dirt sheet had written about Eleanor and Rami – he pretending to act surprised when the revelation of Eleanor and Rami being in a relationship came up, but he was genuinely surprised when Nattie started to tell him what she vaguely knew about her family.

"I called my uncle Bret. He said something about them owning the Montreal Canadiens a long time ago," she mentioned.

Fergal thought back to the portrait of that Desjardins guy in the Bell Centre in Montreal, and how he asked Eleanor if there was any relation. She had lied when she said no. "They owned an entire hockey team?" he asked.

Nattie nodded her head. TJ was listening intently too, scooping some food into his mouth every now and then. Nattie continued to scroll through her phone. "Those pictures the site had up made it seem like she's one of those socialites, you know? And I mean, she is…but I Googled her family cause I got curious. They do a lot of philanthropy. It's amazing, really."

"Really?"

"They financed the building of an entire new wing at the Montreal General Hospital. Her mom's birthday party raised like two million dollars for the Canadian Cancer Society. It's amazing."

Fergal couldn't believe what he was hearing. "That's insane."

"I wonder why she kept it a secret," Nattie pondered out loud, shrugging her shoulders and locking her phone. "I mean, does Rami even know?"

"I have no idea," Fergal shook his head, unable to process all this new information.

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Eleanor wanted to check exactly what the dirt sheet said. She Googled hers and Rami's names together and it was the first news article, so it wasn't exactly hard to find. The blurb was small, and it didn't elaborate much on anything else, although they had included some other pictures of her posing with family friends at charity events that included the dreaded "daughter of" that she hated. She assumed whoever had sent that email to Paul had sent the email to the dirt sheets as well.

But who could have spilled the beans? Eleanor felt like Nancy Drew solving a case. It would never be Jean-Philippe and Margot – they knew the perils of the media themselves and Jean-Philippe especially would not want to subject Eleanor to more than she was already subjected to. It couldn't have been any of her close friends who she introduced Rami to at the benefit dinner – she had sworn them to secrecy and she was confident they would never break her trust. It wasn't her parents, surely, or any of Rami's friends, for that matter – she didn't think he'd even told them he attended.

She held her head in her hands. Think, Eleanor, think! Who did you introduce Rami to at the party? Who was there? Who would say something?

Then it hit her – Vivienne. Vivienne Lapointe must have spilled the beans. She was the only person that spoke so quickly and so much (about Rocket, about her engagement, about their new house, about her ring) that Eleanor couldn't put a word in edgewise of "Hey, if any media asks, don't tell them Rami's name". Eleanor sighed as she came to the conclusion – mostly because she knew she wouldn't be able to yell at Vivienne about it. Vivienne was somewhat annoying, but she had a good heart, and Eleanor knew she wouldn't have told anyone to get ahead or for some payoff. She was probably drunk when she let it slip – not that that excused the behaviour – but deep down, Eleanor couldn't be angry. Disappointed, maybe, but not angry.

She heard a keycard being scanned through the door and it opening. Sitting at the desk, she was the first thing Rami saw as he walked through the door. He closed the door quickly behind him and walked to her as she stood up to greet him. They wrapped their arms around each other tightly before Rami guided them to the bed, crashing down and lying beside each other. Rami nuzzled his head into the crook of Eleanor's neck. "I'm so sorry," he mumbled.

"Stop apologizing, it's not your fault," Eleanor said, pulling away and grabbing his face in her hands. "This was out of your control."

Rami looked into his girlfriend's eyes, wondering if he should tell her what he said now or later. "I…I spoke to Colby."

"What did he have to say?"

Rami looked down. "Let me rephrase that. I yelled at Colby."

"You what?"

"I told him not to go near you or speak to you again unless it's to apologize," Rami explained.

"Rami!" Eleanor exclaimed.

"Claudio was apparently around the corner and heard what happened, so he told me what Colby said to you and I responded accordingly," Rami explained further.

"That part doesn't matter…I…Rami, you yelled at Colby? He's one of your best friends!" Eleanor exclaimed, not believing Rami even had the capacity to yell at anybody, let alone one of his best friends. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Don't worry about it."

"Rami, he's been one of your best friends for like, ten years. You guys survived the indies together. You can't just yell at him!"

"Eleanor."

"Don't Eleanor me, Rami. There's no way in hell you're going to ruin a ten year friendship with Colby over me. I can handle Colby having a problem with me, but he shouldn't have a problem with you," she said sternly.

"If he's got a problem with you he's got a problem with me," Rami countered. "I'm not gonna have him speak like that to you or about you. It's ludicrous. He's a 29 year old man – he should know better."

Eleanor knew Rami was right, but she still didn't want Rami and Colby's relationship to be strained. She bit her lip. "You need to talk to him tomorrow Rami. I mean it. I know how much his friendship means to you."

"Is that what you really want?" he asked. Eleanor nodded her head. Who was he to say no? He had to give in. He would walk from Newfoundland to British Columbia if she asked him to. "Okay, fine. But only for you."

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With Eleanor taking a quick shower, Rami took the opportunity to call Colby. Of course – Rami could predict this from a mile away – it went to voicemail. Rami sighed as he heard the operator's voice before the beep. "Hey, it's Rami. Listen…uh…Eleanor wants me to talk to you. She wants me to apologize to you. She said, and I quote, 'There is no way in hell your ten year friendship with Colby is going to crumble because I came along. You fix it now because I know how much the friendship means to you.' I just want you to know this is the type of girl you're talking shit about. She's not cold. She's not what you think she is. So uh…give me a call. Talk to you later."

He didn't know how Colby would react when they met up. Rami knew Colby would agree to talk to him – he just knew. Rami just wondered now if it would end in another screaming match.

As he sat up in the bed, contemplating the situation, Eleanor emerged from the washroom wearing an old t-shirt and plaid pajama shorts. Her hair had been towel-dried, and she decided not to tie it up in a bun. She smiled meekly at Rami before joining him on the bed, grabbing her book. She kissed Rami quickly before settling her head on his stomach, using it as a pillow. She opened her book as Rami decided to scroll through his phone, keeping himself up to date on world news and his friends on Twitter.

After a while of silence, Rami could feel Eleanor shift slightly. "Rami?" she asked in a small voice.

"Hm?"

"When did you know you loved me?" she asked.

"That time we had tacos in the park," he answered without hesitating.

Eleanor's head shot up. She shifted her body to look at Rami. "Tacos in the park? That was our first outing."

"Yeah, I know," Rami said nonchalantly.

She shifted her body again so that one arm was draped over Rami. "You knew then?" she asked, astonished.

"I was crazy about you, Eleanor. I still am."

Eleanor couldn't believe it. She let her book fall to the side as she climbed fully on top of Rami, kissing him forcefully. "You're unbelievable," she mumbled in between kisses.

They continued to kiss, Rami slipping his hands under her shirt. "Did your head hurt against those rock solid abs of mine?" he asked.

Eleanor giggled before playfully slapping him in the chest. "Don't push your luck Samsquantch," she said before lifting her arms above her head, Rami slipping off her top.