A/N - Happy Friday!

I've been looking forward to posting this chapter since I starting writing it a couple of weeks ago. Let me know what you think about the structure of the writing, if you like it, it might be something I can use again, or I can try something else different - just to keep my brain awake and you guys guessing!

I've got a favour to ask today, if you do review (and please do, this time it'll help even more than it would do normally) I need to decide what I'm doing with Wrestlemania. I have written my Wrestlemania chapter, and I'm not going to give too much away, but I want to know if you want me to run with my own storylines from Wrestlemania onwards (tying it in with the WWE storylines where it works) or just go with the WWE storyline blow by seeds are being planted in this chapter, so see what you can pick out! I'm having a play around with a few ideas.

Also, had an idea for another fic…so I might be working on that over the weekend instead of this one. Anyway…without further a-do. Hope you enjoy chapter 25, and please review! Your words of wisdom do really help me with what I change, chuck or add in.

Chapter Twenty-Five - Tears and Laughter

I stormed out of the kitchen and ran to the stairs. Climbing the stairs to my third floor suite gave me time to pound anger and frustration into the ground. Each stair as his face, smiling down to at hers. In her dress… Her silver dress hanging in all the right places. Her hair. Her glossy chocolate brown hair, poker straight, falling perfectly around her face.

As I reached the third floor, I burst through the door and paced along the hall, forcing the card in and out of the slot in the door handle. I could hear voices coming from the conjoining room. Hopefully they wouldn't hear me. Pulling the dress off the back of the door, I threw it onto the floor before slamming the bathroom door shut. Punching the wall in frustration, I locked the door, stepping backwards and sitting on the edge of the bath, I slowly began to cry.

Earlier that day…

I was acutely aware of a sound coming from the distance. Most probably from next door, ever since they went out for dinner, Louise and Matt were even more inseparable. They spent every waking moment together. I was happy for them, and that my plan was working, but it sort of left me on my own. None of us had really seen a lot of Jeff since the taping, which I presumed meant that he was with Debbie.

I didn't bother checking the time before I got out of bed, I would only fool myself into thinking that I could roll over and longer procrastinate from the hellish day ahead. Stephanie needed all hands on deck for putting finishing touches to the hall before the banquet and everyone else arrived, and I had stupidly agreed to help her. To begin with, I had hoped that it would mean that I wouldn't have to make an appearance, but she was having none of it.

Tonight I would have to face Simon, and I had no way of getting out of it.

After showering and getting dressed, I carefully hung my dress for the evening on the back of the door. It was perfect. Well as perfect as a dress could be to me. Silver, with a black shawl and bag to match. I wasn't terribly looking forward to getting ready, so Louise had agreed to straighten my hair for me. Even if I wasn't enjoying myself, I wanted to look good whilst rotting in my own personal hell.

I banged on the conjoining door as I was ready to leave, "I'm going to make hell look pretty, see you for lunch?" I shouted through,

"Yeah sure, have fun!" came the reply, followed by a giggle from Louise. I didn't want to think what Matt could have possibly done or said to make her cackle like she was doing.

Matt looked down at his watch for the fifth time since I had come back for lunch. "You waiting on something?" I asked,

He sighed, "Just thought Jeff would've been back by now."

"Oh, right. He still with Debbie?"

Matt glanced at Louise and shrugged his shoulders. There was something they weren't telling me, but I was too concerned about my impending doom when bumping into Simon to give it another thought. I would have to keep the thought of Jeff and Debbie out of my head for the night if there was anyway I was going to get through this.

"You should start getting ready without me, I might get stuck in the kitchen or something."

Louise sighed, "No. We're not going downstairs without you. I have to dye you hair, and I'm your plus one. You are not facing him without me."

"Without us," Matt added, smiling at me. "I said I'd look after you, remember?"

I nodded, picking at the plate of food in front of me. I was hungry but I couldn't be sure that I would be able to keep anything down. I was nervous my first night on Smackdown, wandering around the locker room, not sure where I would fit in. I felt a churn whenever I saw Jeff with Debbie. The fear I felt for the probable meeting with Simon consumed my body. Everything would be so different if it wasn't for him.

"So what dress did you decide on?" Louise asked, sensing that I was getting lost in my thoughts.

"Silver," I sighed.

"But I liked the purple one," Matt said, crossing his arms.

So did Jeff. Maybe that was part of the reasoning for not picking it. I loved the purple dress. It was the one I had seen first, but then Matt had to go and tell me that Jeff had said it was his favourite. I couldn't wear it, Debbie would never let me hear the end of it. She would be able to use it against me if she found out that Jeff had said it was his favourite. So silver it is.

I paced nervously in the kitchen as guests started to arrive. Stephanie was standing by the door with a clipboard under her arm. "You should be getting ready. Go!"

"Nah, I think I should stick around here, make sure there's no more serviette disasters?" I suggested.

Stephanie sighed, "No. You're going to get ready." She grabbed me and pushed me backwards through the door so that I was still facing her, "Go and slip yourself into that amazing silver dress and oh." She stopped, her eyes widening at whatever she had spotted behind me. "You know, I think I preferred the purple dress. Did you bring that one with you too?"

I spun on my heel and looked over in the direction where Stephanie had been staring, wide eyed and open mouthed. Simon was standing at the entrance to the main hall, his beautiful wife on his arm. She wore a flowing silver dress that clung to every curve in her body.

I stormed out of the kitchen and ran to the stairs. Climbing the stairs to my third floor suite gave me time to pound anger and frustration into the ground. Each stair as his face, smiling down to at hers. In her dress… Her silver dress hanging in all the right places. Her hair. Her glossy chocolate brown hair, poker straight falling perfectly around her face.

As I reached the floor, I burst through the door and paced along the hall, forcing the card in and out of the slot in the door handle. I could hear voices coming from the conjoining room. Hopefully they wouldn't hear me. Pulling the dress off the back of the door, I threw it onto the floor before slamming the bathroom door shut. Punching the wall in frustration, I locked the door, stepping backwards and sitting on the edge of the bath, I slowly began to cry.

The sound of voices approaching the door became louder. The first voice I could make out was Stephanie's, then Louise's. The third voice was male, but wasn't Matt's. Then Louise again, and the sound of the door conjoining our room with Matt and Jeff's opening.

The door handle jolted, "Kat, please open the door." Louise sighed, "We have to get ready."

"Not going," I called. "She's wearing my dress Lou. Her hair is the same freaking colour as the dye. It's just creepy and weird and I can't do it. Go with Matt, you two and Jeff and Debbie. You won't even notice I'm not there." I could picture her holding her head in her hands, she was probably glaring at me through the door. But they had no way of getting me out. And there was no way I was going back out there. "I thought I could handle it, but I can't. I just, I can't."

I wallowed in silence and self pity for ten minutes before another voice was clear, "Will you just try and talk some sense into her?" I heard Louise say. Then there was a thud of something against the door.

"Are you going to unlock the door or am I goin' to have to knock it down?" Jeff's voice was soft, caring, he sounded concerned. I knew he wasn't joking. He had the strength to knock through the tiny bolt keeping the door closed. "Kitten, please, just unlock the door and we can talk?"

"Did they tell you?" I asked, knowing that Jeff would have demanded an explanation why my dress had been flung onto the carpet and I had locked myself in the bathroom.

He tried the door handle again before speaking, "Yeah, now unlock the door."

"What about Debbie?" I asked instinctively, considering that she didn't want Jeff and I to be alone together. I hardly thought she'd be thrilled at the idea of us alone together in the bathroom.

A faint noise came through the door, that I couldn't quite decipher. Jeff spoke again, "We broke up."

I stood up slowly and lifted my hand to the door, unbolting it. I moved away from the door and stood facing the bath. He opened the door slowly and every step he took closer to me, I could feel the tension build from my toes throughout my body. "Simon's a dick, okay? And you'll look amazing in any dress you wear," he whispered, taking me in his arms. "We can talk later, but we both have to get ready, I'm puttin' some purple in my hair, you might find something you like in my bag of tricks?"

I wasn't exactly sure what to say, how could we leave talking to later. Him and Debbie had broken up and he knew about Simon. How could he be so calm and collected about it, "But what about you and Debbie? And what about what Matt told you?"

"Later," he repeated, stepping back and pulling off his shirt. "You do me and I'll do you?" I couldn't help but smile as he looked at me with a cheeky grin on his face. "Hair of course," he winked at me.

"Of course."