Author's Note: Okay, so this chapter is just a little something I put together! It involves Maryse, my absolute favorite...Even though I saw she is getting surgery and won't be around for a little while. Totally upsetting. Anyway, I might post one more chapter before the end of the night. I'm in the giving mood (: Also, I know some of you may be wondering what's going on with the whole Millie/Nick situation but that relationship is adding the drama I need for the story. Don't worry loyal readers, Adam will be back soon. Enjoy and be awesome!


"How does this look?" Maryse asked me as she stepped out of the dressing room wearing a tan dress that clung to her skin. It looked absolutely amazing on her, making me slightly self conscious of my own body.

"Girl, you look hot."

"Yeah?" She asked as she looked into mirror, twirling a bit.

"If you don't buy that dress you would be insane."

Maryse laughed. "It's settled, I am going to get it."

I smiled as she walked back into the dressing room. It's Friday and here I am in LA with Maryse as we shop and then plan to go out to dinner with Mike and Chris Jericho. Maryse stated, the night I went with her for the NXT show, that she really wanted a new dress. Or in her case a few new dresses.

I bought two dresses while she was on her fifth. That was okay though for Maryse, she knew how to use her money wisely and in the end always had great clothes. I was jealous, that I must admit. She was unlike any other diva, and knew how to rock it. She knows she's gorgeous and uses that to her advantage.

"You excited for tonight?" She asked me.

"For dinner?"

"Yeah, I mean neither one of us has seen Chris in a while."

"Yeah, it'll be nice. Thanks for inviting me."

Maryse walked out from the dressing room and smiled. "Of course I would have invited you anyway. As if I want to spend my whole night with just Mike and Chris."

I laughed. "They both are great."

"I know, you're right."

An hour later we both sat at a tiny little cafe that Maryse said had the best cupcakes. I know what I am getting this chick for her birthday next year.

"So, I heard you have a date with Nick," she said casually.

"And you heard this from who?"

"Mike, he told me the other night. Apparently Nick was really happy about it and flat out blurted it to the whole locker room."

"Well, that's just wonderful."

"Hey, I think it's really great that you two are going out. After Adam brought that girl with him to the paper view I would want to move on too."

"That whole thing was really shocking and kind of hurtful."

"I understand, if that happened to me I would cry...But I mean that sort of happened to you," she said, inclining my panic attack.

"I guess so, it happens sometimes I just can't control it."

She nodded her head. "What's it feel like?"

"It feels like something is trapped in my body and can't get out. It's like my whole heart starts to beat so fast and I feel a rush of heat. It feels like I am going to die from being so scared. It's frightening and all I want is for it to be over. But it never ends quick enough."

Maryse took a sip from her drink and looked out into distance. It was a beautiful day in LA. "Is the whole calming down thing that Barbie did supposed to help you?"

"Yeah, if you calm me down and reassure me that I will be okay then it ends and I feel better. If that doesn't work then there is the whole breath in and out shit. I take medicine though, everyday since I was sixteen. It helps most of the time but sometimes it doesn't work."

Maryse looked upset with me. "How could you not tell me?"

"I'm sorry Maryse, but it's not something I'm comfortable with. I didn't want people to judge me because of that."

"I wouldn't judge you though, I would never do that."

"I'm sorry, I hope you understand that I didn't keep it a secret because I wanted to. I did it so no one had to see me like that."

Maryse stared at me. "That was the scariest thing I have seen in a long time. Don't ever hide anything like that from me again."

"I promise I won't."

Maryse looked at me skeptically before she flagged our waitress and ordered three cupcakes. Later on in the night I shared a rater interesting dinner with Chris, Mike, and Maryse. I never truly realised how funny Mike and Chris are together. It's like joke central and the jokes aren't even that good. Its them laughing thinking the jokes are funny that really gets you. It was slightly awkward knowing that Chris is really good friends with Adam and he most have known about the breakup. Or worse, how I almost attacked Clarissa. But, if he knew anything he didn't show it.

After dinner was over Maryse and Mike said their goodbyes to Chris and I before getting into their car and driving off. The valet was still getting both of our cars leaving he and I to just stand with an awkward silence.

"So, are you getting the Divas title anytime soon?"

"So far it's set and stone that I'm getting it at Over the Limit, but you never know with Vince he is always changing shit up."

"I know, that's why you need to take charge and tell him like it is. That's how I got most of my titles. You just got to shake him up a bit. The man is like putty."

"Not so sure about that, lately he has been so hard on all of us. It's been crazy. With Adam and Michelle gone, and Punk planning not to resign it's like we are losing everyone who made a statement in the WWE."

"I have to agree."

"Yeah, you aren't coming back any time soon. My uncle is so out of shape that I doubt he will be at next years WrestleMania. It's so sad watching everyone you have grown up with to fade away. It's just really tough."

Chris put his arm around me and kissed my cheek. "No matter what you kick ass Millie. You are still standing proud in the WWE because you are a great diva. Don't worry about everyone else, just focus on you."

"That's always been hard for me."

"I know, but somehow you get through it."

"The best I can," I replied as I saw my car in the distance. It was pulled to a stop and I went over to the drivers side.

"Hey, Millie!" Chris called out.

"Yeah?" I asked as I threw my purse into the car.

"Sorry about you and Adam. In my honest opinion, I think you are better off without him. Don't tell anyone I said that."

I smiled. "I won't, bye Chris."

As I pulled out of the parking lot and drove off into the LA night I realized that I was better off without Adam. I would be okay. I would be happy. In other words, I would just focus on me.