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Why was it that guys I had plans with always stood me up? Was it payback for something I had done wrong? Was it karma for something I had done in another life?

"Claire! You're still here!" It was Adam. Maybe I hadn't been stood up. I stood up to greet him,

"I thought you weren't going to show up..." I said honestly and he shook his head,

"I'm not that mean." He said, "But I'm going to have to cancel." I looked down at my shoes. Of course he had to cancel.

"Oh," I sighed, "Um, that's okay."

"It's not because I don't want to hang out with you, Claire. I'd love to hang out, but I'm getting old and I've been on my feet all day and I'm tired."

"Adam, you're thirty six. You're not old." I said incredulously, "How could you even think you're old?"

"But I feel like I'm nearing sixty... Are you okay with getting back to the hotel? Or do you need me to take you?"

"Could you take me? Randy was my ride here and he's long gone." I smiled up at the blonde man, who nodded and led me to his car.

"You should be telling Randy off, he's not old enough to be sleeping at this time. He should be out partying." I laughed involuntarily as Adam started the car and began to drive,

"He doesn't like the amount of people who hit on him." I answered with a laugh,

"How about you? Would you sleep with Randy?" he asked and I turned to look at him, hitting his arm.

"God! I've been there! Like 10 years ago! You knew that too!" the smirk he put on his face didn't go unnoticed and I hit him again, "Be quiet! You're the one who had a live sex celebration!"

"Ah, yes..." he trailed off and didn't say anything more.

I let out a yawn and was suddenly grateful that he had called off our 'date' – it wasn't one, by the way. This career took too much out of anybody in it, including those who didn't even wrestle.

"Why were you crying?" I jumped slightly at the abrupt question and once again set my eyes on Adam.

"Don't worry about it, it was stupid."

"People don't cry for stupid reasons." He stated.

"You obviously don't know me very well." I sighed, "Seriously, don't worry your pretty blonde head about it."

"Isn't the saying 'pretty little head'?"

"Your head isn't little." I said calmly and turned back to look out my window, but I didn't miss the surprise on his face,

"Miss Bonnet has jokes." He said through gritted teeth.

"I have lots of things."


-Tuesday, February 16-

Boom. "For fuck's sake, Cody! People are sleeping!"thump. "Cody!" bump. "SHUT UP!" bang. "CODY!" smash.

"BOTH OF YOU!" I screamed, probably waking up people next door, across the whole and on the next floor. Everything went quiet and I rolled over to go back to sleep, but a heavy weight on the bed stopped this from happening, "Get off my bed, fat ass." I kicked the person and heard the thump they made with the floor, "You need to lose weight."

I squealed when the person sat on me, "TED! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!" his hands went to my sides and he began to tickle me, making me scream even louder.

"Who you calling fat, Bonnet?" I took in a deep breath when he stopped tickling me,

"You!" I couldn't help myself. He began to tickle me again, "I GIVE!" he stopped and moved so he was beside me, "God."

"How are you feeling? I heard about the Cody thing." I looked at him with a stern look, "Are we not talking about that?"

"I'd rather not." We stopped talking when the bathroom door opened and Cody came into the room,

"When did Claire get here?" he asked Ted, was he not speaking to me either?

"Last night. You were snoring." Ted told him and Cody nodded his head slowly and got changed silently – or as quietly as he could.

"I have a flight at three." I told Ted who took his eyes from Cody and met mine.

"We have a house show tomorrow." Cody stated.

"I've talked to Vince and got the week off."

"You going to Mississippi?" Ted asked and I nodded, "And then you're going to Quebec?" I nodded again.

"Why are you going to Mississippi?"

"I have to sort a few things out." I answered Cody's question with a lie. I'm getting really good at lying to people.

"When's your flight?" Ted saved me from anymore of Cody's questioning.

"It's at three. I have to be there at two."

"I'll drive you there." I thanked him and hugged him while still lying down.

"Why aren't you two married?" Cody asked, "Seriously, you act like a married couple and you were together as kids, your best friends... How are you two not married?" I looked at Ted and we both laughed,

"Cody, in all honesty, if we'd been together when I was with Randy, but not before then, it could have happened... We were too young and Ted had wandering eyes."

"Me? Coming from Mrs Randy Orton!" my jaw dropped and I punched him, "You wrote it on your damn notebook! I saw it!"

"I did not! That was Christie! She wrote it on there!" Christie as in Christie Mathis (Ricci), our Sunday school friend. "And you had eyes for Kristen! Don't put all the blame on me." I struggled as Ted put me in a headlock.

"You two should be married." Cody said with a shrug, "It'd make so much more sense."

"Marry this thing?" I kicked Ted's legs repeatedly to make him release me, "I think I'd rather kill myself. GET OFF ME!"

"Besides," Ted slowly released me, "If she was married to me... You wouldn't have slept with her."

Everyone stopped moving. Ted realised what he had said and fully released me. Cody stopped his packing but kept his eyes on the jeans in his hands. I sat on the bed and stared at the opposite wall.

Good going, Theodore.