There was only one thing on the mind of most of the students walking SU's campus the first week of November; Homecoming. Even for the circle of people closest to Dean Ambrose, and Dean himself for that matter, this year's festivities were tops on their priority list. In a twist of irony so delicious it defied words, Dean was actually nominated (by DXA) for Homecoming Court, as were Alexa, Charlotte and Nia. In most universities, one has to be nominated to Court by an official school sanctioned club or team. Alexa was nominated by the cheerleading squad, Nia was nominated by the Future Educators, and Charlotte was nominated by the volleyball team. Dean learned of his nomination from his phone blowing up approximately 874 times during the movie. He chuckled, then showed Alexa and Roman his phone screen, where Christian, Kevin Owens, Chad Gable, and Curtis Axel all gave him praise for getting the nomination. Alexa wasn't super happy that DXA were the ones who nominated him, but she bit her tongue, since she'd be right there with him for all the festivities. Charlotte, upon seeing that she was also on the ballot, acted as though it was no big deal, although she'd told Roman she'd wanted to be the first female to "Win her class" every year she was in school; Showing Roman her tiara from last year by wearing JUST the head jewelry was what took Roman's attention in the first place.

Besides homecoming, Bayley was excited to restart her career from high school as a member of the women's basketball team. When she got home and told Zack, he was equal parts, if not more, excited for her upcoming season as she was. She impressed the coaches and her new teammates the first day of practice; Charlotte had heard the news from Nia, and since she was almost done with volleyball, she would renew her spot on the team and join her two good friends. And, just so no one worried, after Bayley made a powerpoint presentation (no, seriously) Zack congratulated her with ice cream sundaes and a few other things only he was allowed to do.

Bayley giggled, a little breathlessly, at Zack when he cuddled up next to her on the couch; Quality time with him was always such a good experience. She gave him a kiss on his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Zack. You always know how to make me feel nice."

Zack grinned. "Thanks, babe."

Giving her fiance another kiss on the cheek, Bayley cleared her throat to show Zack she was trying to be serious now. "How do you think basketball will go for me? Like, be honest. I haven't played in over a year and I haven't tried shooting with any real coverage; Nia stood in front of me and put her hands up, but she didn't try to block it."

"You shot over Nia and still made it?"

Bayley nodded her head. "Yeah?"

"Dude, Nia is super tall. If you can drain threes over her head, you'll be just fine."

"You think so?"

"I know so. From what it sounds like, you're a regular Stephen Curry. If you want to give it a shot, I'll support you, one hundred percent. I'll even wear a 'Martinez' hoodie if you want me to. What number did you decide on?"

"53."

"Why 53?"

"I wanted 35 but Ember already had that picked. I wanted to trade her, but she's a returning player so I let her keep it."

"Ok, then I'll wear a 'Martinez 53' sweatshirt."

"What about next year?"

Zack tilted his head. "What about next year?"

Bayley scoffed, punched Zack in the shoulder, then crossed her arms across her chest and slumped in her spot on the couch.

Zack had understandably begun worrying about his fiance's shift in mood. "What's next year, babe? Did I forget something?"

Bayley narrowed her eyes. "You forgot who's getting married this summer, which means you'll have to get a new sweatshirt next season."

Zack, realizing he made a huge, but not too serious, miscalculation, pulled Bayley into his lap. "Babe, you know I can't wait for our wedding. It's going to be the greatest day of my life; I finally get to marry my best friend in the whole world."

Bayley smiled. "Aww, Zack. Second best though."

Zack arched an eyebrow. "Second best?"

"What about when you get to be a dad? Won't that be number one?"

Zack chuckled. "Yes. Of course it will be. But, right now, the wedding will be the best day ever. Just think: You in a white gown with your favorite flowers, walking down the aisle, me waiting for you…" Zack chuckled to hide from Bayley that he was getting choked up, but she noticed.

Bayley giggled. "Zack, you don't need to hide from me when you start crying. It's sweet, and it shows you care about me and really want this wedding to happen."

Zack let out a breathy chuckle. "Of course I care about you, babe. I wish we could be married tomorrow. But, we have so much left to plan."

"I thought your dad was planning most of it?"

"He's getting food, the venue, and the service all set up. We need to pick the cake, the color schemes, the dress, the flowers, the groomsman, the bridesmaids… I don't want to sound rude, babe, but you need to decide who's going to walk you down the aisle."

Bayley giggled. "Oh, that's easy: Roman said he would do it."

"He did?"

"Yeah. We talked about it a few days ago. He said he'd be honored to walk me down the aisle. So that's covered."

"What kind of cake do you want at the reception?"

Bayley's smile grew twice its size. "Can we do an ice cream cake?"

"Why am I not surprised you'd ask that? Uh, I don't know if they do ice cream wedding cakes, but I can have my dad look into it. But, just in case, think of a non-ice cream flavor."

Bayley slowly nodded her head. Other than chocolate, and birthday, she didn't really know a kind of cake. Ice cream was always her favorite (because who hates ice cream?) and she always got one during a special occasion. Other than deciding on a dress, this was going to be the hardest part about the wedding.

"Ok, Zack," Bayley said after a confident head nod. "I can think of a cake flavor. Don't you worry, it'll be awesome."

Zack smirked and, remembering what Bayley said, wiped the tears out of his eyes and gave her a kiss. "Just as long as you meet me at the end of the aisle, I don't care what kind you pick. You're my best friend, Bayley, and I love you."

Bayley wasn't worried about the burning in her face; She blushed every time Zack said something sweet like this. She was worried about the burning between her legs, however. Apparently, this is what feeling "horny" was, but it usually came when Zack kissed her or when she watched him at cross country practice. Usually, she didn't crave Zack's "attention" for a few hours after she was pleased. And since she was sitting on her future husband's lap, talking about their wedding, she had still not gotten the chance to pull her shorts up, which meant Zack had powers that Bayley didn't understand. She didn't complain; She liked it when Zack gave her "girl blowjobs". It was nice.

"Zack," Bayley whispered. "We have a problem."

Zack furrowed his eyebrows together. "What's wrong, babe?"

"You caused the problem, Zackary," Bayley gestured at her 'private area' with her hand. "You gonna do something about it?"

Zack's heart skipped a beat. "W-what? You wa-"

Bayley roughly crushed her lips against Zack's; It was something she never tried before; Zack was easing back, wrapping Bayley in his embrace to take her with him. Bayley kissed Zack on his lips, then his chin and neck.

Bayley sat back; She jumped slightly when she felt Zack's bulge press into her exposed 'special place' through his shorts. "I love you, Zack," She curled her fingers under the hem of her t-shirt, gave Zack her best 'sexy smile', then pulled the fabric over her head; It got stuck about halfway, which made Zack laugh.

"I love you too, Bayley." Zack raised himself to meet Bayley's sitting position. He assisted his fiance in the removal of her shirt; Bayley showed her appreciation by kissing Zack again.

Bayley let out a nervous, breathy chuckle. "Zack?"

Zack looked back at her. "Yeah, Bay?"

She gave Zack a deep and passionate kiss. "F-f-fuck me, baby."

Zack's eyes widened. "What?"

Bayley's eyes and face shifted into the most serious look Zack had ever seen. "Take your c-cock and put in in my p-pu-p…. Please?"

Zack bit his lip, trying desperately to keep his laughter in. The request then hit him. Did she really want him to do that? What the heck happened to waiting until the wedding? "You sure, baby? I can wait for you."

Bayley shook her head. "Please, Zack."

Zack slowly nodded his head. "Ok, babe."

Bayley shifted herself to let Zack pull his shorts down; She giggled, as she always did, when she saw his 'thingy'. Bayley kissed Zack on the lips, then the chin, then gave the head of his 'thingy' a kiss before wrapping her lips around it. Zack sighed, took a handful of Bayley's hair, and tried desperately to keep his release from coming too soon. After a painful five minutes, Bayley lifted her head. She gripped Zack, gave him a quick stroke, then began easing herself onto his erection.

"Baby…" Zack groaned.

Bayley felt the head of Zack's thingy push inside her; It wasn't something she felt before, but she knew she liked it more than any of Zack's fingers.

"Zack, oh my God,"

"BOO YA!"

Bayley jumped and fell off the couch; Zack sat up. "What the fuck?" He asked.

"Yo," Enzo and Big Cass had barged into the room; It was obvious they did not know what was going on. "Whata ya up to, Z-Man? Got the girlie over?" Enzo asked, starting the his signature dance that everyone found annoying.

"Fuck, Enzo, get the fuck outta here!" Zack shot back.

Enzo was about to yell back, but he noticed the fully nude girl hiding behind his couch. "Yo, Big Cass, the Bayls is naked. What the hell was goin' on in here?"

Bayley, holding her crumpled t-shirt against her bare chest, pulled up her shorts and escaped to Zack's bedroom; Zack pulled his own shorts back up but stayed sitting on the couch, figuring he embarrassed himself enough for one day.

"We're you just tryin' to get laid, man?" Big Cass asked Zack.

Zack shrugged. "I dunno, man, why? Does it matter now?"

"Oh, shit," Enzo danced crazily into the living room. "My boy's gettin' his dick wet! How you doin'?"

"Eh, he's got blue balls now, 'Zo." Cass cackled.

Zack rolled his eyes. "I fuckin' hate you guys."

Enzo calmed down from his fit of laughter. "Ah, shit, G, I'll be outta ya hair in a second. We's got to be shootin' hoops if I gotta keep my spot, naw sayin'? Big Cass needs to work on his game if he wants to keep his spot too."

Zack chuckled. "He's seven feet tall. No one is taking his center spot."

Big Cass shrugged his shoulders. "True. But at least I've been laid before."

Big Cass and Enzo broke into another fit of laughter; Zack remained silent and shook his head slowly. After another moment, Enzo left the dorm hall with Cass. Zack, sitting still for another second to make sure the coast was clear, jumped to his feet and reluctantly made his way to his bedroom.

"Babe?" He announced; He found his fiance sitting on his bed, shirtless but wearing her shorts. "Hey, baby, I'm so sorry that happened. It… The guys…"

Bayley giggled. "Hey, it's ok, Zack." She gestured at him to join her on the bed. When he sat beside her, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "They're dumb boys. It's ok."

Zack chuckled nervously. "So, uh, about what was going on before they walked in…."

Bayley blushed. "It… Felt really good, Zack. I only got a little bit in, but it was so good."

"Yeah? I think it was pretty cool too."

As much as Bayley liked the feeling, she felt bad about trying to have sex before she was married. Sure, she had done basically everything else with Zack, but sex-sex was saved for marriage.

"We should wait until we're married until we do that again, Zack." Bayley admitted. "It felt nice; Like, really good. But we need to be married before we do the whole thing."

Zack nodded his head. "Absolutely. I feel the same way. We can go nice and slow from now on."

"Oh, no, I want to still give you blowjobs." Bayley dropped her head and giggled. "I want to give you one right now. But, until you finish, this time."

"You want to do both at the same time?"

Bayley smiled brightly. "Of course, babe. Can I be honest with you?"

"Absolutely."

"I think it's kinda hot that those two almost caught us. Like, I really want to give you a blowjob. And I really want you to kiss my special place."

Zack felt his chest tighten, as well as all his blood rush to his groin. "O-ok, babe."

Zack laid on his back. Bayley kicked off her own shorts, then pulled Zack's off. She gave him a giggle, then positioned herself above Zack to pleasure him while he returned the favor.


With the exception of Sasha, the love of Becky's life was soccer. Aside from the side glances she was getting from Coach Ziggler and Carmella, today's practice was a thrill like it always was… And that may or may not be because of Renee. Like the game from the previous week, the newly minted "Dynamic Duo" made each other look like superstars by using their own strengths working together to freaking dominate.

After practice, in the locker room, Becky's new ink had drawn the curious look of a few teammates. More importantly, the matching tattoo on Renee brought about excited chatter. Peyton had jumped to the conclusion that the matching marks meant the two had begun seeing each other; Becky was quick to put the theory to bed. Still, it didn't stop the wandering eyes and hushed talk.

Sasha, liked she did everyday, waited for Becky in the parking lot. Volleyball practice was hell on earth after their loss the past week. Most of the girls blamed Sasha for not working hard enough; Coach Moretti and Charlotte thought otherwise, but Sasha could only hear the unconstructive criticisms from the others.

Sasha's rainy day was hit with a ray of sunshine; Becky appeared from the locker room, bright smile and eyes sparkling. Sasha stared longer than what was probably necessary, but she didn't care. When Becky got close, Sasha returned her smile with a grin of her own.

"Hey, Becks," Sasha gave her girlfriend a kiss and a hug. "How'd practice go?"

"Good. Still got ma star'in' spot so…"

Sasha grinned. "Good. Practice kinda sucked for me, but I'll tell ya later."

After a quick drive home, Sasha and Becky retired to their shared bedroom. It was a long day for both of them, so they both decided that going to bed early was a good idea.

Sasha wasn't sure why she made their bed every morning since they'd just mess it up later that night. Still, Sasha pulled back the covers after changing into her pajamas and slipped under the blankets.

"Hey," Sasha began when Becky entered the bedroom. "Before you ask: I want to go to bed because I'm exhausted. Any other day, we'd have sex first."

Becky chuckled. "No problem, lass. I'm kinda spen' too." She pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing and searched the floor for her SU sweatshirt. "Class too' too long an' pra'tice wears me ou'."

Sasha tilted her head. "The heck is that?" She pointed at Becky's hip. "Did you get a tattoo?"

Becky nodded her head. "Yeah, do ya li' it?" She approached Sasha's side of the bed to give her a better look at the tattoo. "Jus' go' it a few days ago."

Sasha traced her fingers over the fancy handwriting. "'Dynamic Duo', huh? Who's that? You and me?"

Becky shook her head. "No, me 'n' Renee go' mat-"

"Hold on," Sasha raised both her eyebrows. "Renee Young?"

"Yeah?"

"You're kidding right? You went and got a tattoo with Renee Young? How'd she talk you into that?"

Becky sighed. She should've figured this was not going to go well for her. "She go' one ta match. We go' a discoun'."

Sasha jumped out of bed. "You got matching tattoos with the girl that tried to get you to quit soccer? Becky, you're joking right?" Sasha threw her hands in the air when Becky remained quiet. "Becky. What the fuck? How could you do that?"

"I didn' thin' it was a big deal, Sash. I' was a funny thin'-"

"You're fucking her, aren't you?"

Becky's eyes shot open. "Sasha Banks!"

"You are, aren't you? I'm so fucking stupid. This makes everything make sense now."

Becky shook her head. "I can' believe you, righ' now." Hiding her teary eyes from her girlfriend, Becky took her pillow from her side of the bed and stormed into the living room, making extra effort to slam the door on her way out.


Beta Pi Omega was abuzz with excitement. Christian Cage, stalwart leader of the organization, was basking in the glow of having two nominees onto the ballot for homecoming court; himself, and, in what had to be considered something of a surprise, his prize pledge Dean Ambrose was nominated by DXA for freshman court. At Stamford, as at most major universities, every "class" got it's own "prince and princess" as well as an overall "king" and "queen." As a senior, Cage desperately wanted to claim the crown for himself and his house. But there was another factor. Last year's senior winner, Trish Stratus, would be returning to campus to crown 2017's Homecoming Queen, and Christian could only see this as one more chance to let the knockout blonde know how he felt about her. He'd been madly infatuated with her since the first time he saw her, when she'd led his campus tour when she was a freshman and he was a high school senior. They'd become acquaintances, through the Greek system, and then friends, but she'd had a serious boyfriend at Boston University until fairly recently. Rumor was he dumped her when he was drafted by the Vancouver Canucks and hadn't wanted a committed relationship while he lived the life of a minor league hockey player. And now Christian was chomping at the bit for one more opportunity at a romantic encounter with the vivacious young SU alumna.

But for now, there was the matter of decorating the house and float for the homecoming parade. This year's theme, "Paradise Cove," lent itself to a tropical motif, so now the pledges were toiling away after football practice, working tirelessly to transform the cavernous BPO house into an island treehouse fit for dozens, if not hundreds, of BPO's and their guests of honor to party after the game. The pledges were working in shifts, with non-athletes working during the day and football players coming in after practice for a few hours. With most of the guys only having class two days a week, the work was coming along as scheduled, and Dean, Roman, and Zack were doing their part, at that very moment stacking bamboo shoots every twelve feet as instructed by Brother Owens. That wasn't the hard part for Dean. The hard part was when, at about 9:15, the "social committee" of Delta Xi Alpha showed up with lemonade for the boys. Dean, upon seeing who was standing next to DXA president Candice Michelle, rolled his eyes and glanced toward the sky.

"I'm being punished for something, aren't I?" Dean asked the heavens, his inquiry not expected to really garner any response. Mandy Rose, clad in one of the most gorgeous outfits Dean had ever seen, and smelling more like heaven than any one person should, coyly approached Dean with a tall glass of lemonade and a giant grin.

"Hi Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes, then glanced at Roman for direction. Roman, himself flabbergasted by the insanely forward nature of the blonde freshman, just shrugged and shook his head, as if to say "I don't know what her problem is either."

Mandy grinned. "We came to bring you some refreshment. Also, DXA were the dreamgirls that nominated you to homecoming court. You are my freshman crush. When you win prince and I win princess, we'll get to take pictures together in front of sixty thousand screaming fans."

Dean shook his head. "Why? Why do you insist on antagonizing Alexa? You know I'm with her, right? Like, for the long haul."

Mandy folded her arms and snickered. "Oh, Dean, come on; You say long haul, I say three days tops."

"As much as I appreciate the assertive behavior, Mandy, I'll have to pass. Lex tells me you know about the little bundle of joy, so if that's not a big enough hint that you and me will not be gettin' together anytime soon, I don't know what it's gonna take."

Mandy grinned, causing a feeling of confusion and dread in Dean. Why was she smiling after he blew her off? "Ok, Dean, I guess that's that then, huh? Well, no worries. Good luck on Friday. I'll be rooting for you."

"Since that's your job, I guess."

Mandy giggled, but in an 'evil mastermind' sort of way. "Good one, Dean," She winked, then sauntered back to the group of girls she was previously standing amongst; She added a little extra sway to her hips as she walked.

Dean shook his head as he returned to his BPO brothers; Zack had been watching the scene unfold while he sipped at his cup of lemonade.

"She's crazy, Dean." Zack informed Dean of the obvious.

"Yeah, no shit, Zack." Dean looked back at the group of DXA girls gathered around their half-finished float; Mandy was engaged in a conversation with her house's president, but she continued regular side glances at Dean. "We should torch their float, just to get our point across." Dean continued.

"Oh, sure we should, Pledge Ambrose," Kevin stated in a mocking tone of voice. "Then, when the girls are all good and pissed at us, no one gets laid. Good idea, dipshit."

Dean shook his head. "I have a girl."

"Yeah? And some of us are trying to fuck the DXA prez. Don't fuck with my chances."

"The only one that fucks with your chances is you, Kev." Sami chimed in from atop the float.

Kevin rolled his eyes, among a few laughs from his BPO brothers, and gave Sami the finger.

Dean made eye contact with Roman. "Any advice? Espionage? Arson?"

"Stay loyal to your girlfriend?" Roman replied.

"That I can do; I'm not Se-"

"Fuck you both." Seth interjected before Dean could finish, getting a chorus of laughter from Dean, Roman, and Zack.


It hadn't fully sunk in for Nia that she was on Homecoming Court. She didn't consider herself one of those girls who didn't care at all about her appearance, nor had she purposely cut herself off socially, but for most of her time on campus, she'd neglected her social life on behalf of her academic and athletic career. That was before the drastic change in Lex's life, which in turn led to her own life being scrambled. She would've never dreamed she'd be in a committed relationship with the most feared defensive lineman in the conference, who also happened to be president of the university's most prestigious black fraternity. She also wondered if she'd have avoided the circumstances that led to all this change if she'd have known how permanent the developments seemed to be. It wasn't that she was unhappy. Far from it. She had to admit that this semester was the happiest she'd been since she'd travelled cross-country from California to attend SU.

But with happiness like this came increased pressure. Now her name, which up to this point had been as unrecognizable as an all conference center's could be, was on a ballot for senior court next to names like Brie and Nikki Bella and Candice Michelle. She'd avoided joining sororities and other social situations for the exact reason. But "lucky" for her, she was nominated for homecoming court. To add more fuel to the fire, she was up against SU pretty girls, Nikki Bella, Brie Bella, and DXA president Candice Michelle. Nikki and Brie were spoiled, daddy's girl, bitches. Nia hadn't crossed paths with Candice before; Not that she was complaining.

Much to her delight, (not that she'd ever admit it) Titus was nominated for king. Which, of course, meant that there was a possibility of them both winning and being crowned together. Nia wasn't exactly a girly girl, but she'd be lying if she said she resented the idea of winning a sparkling crown to wear during halftime while her king dominated the gridiron.

Right now, Nia was staring at herself in the bathroom mirror in Titus' apartment; She had just stepped out of the shower and was in the process of changing into her pajamas. She often found herself looking at herself, wondering what the hell Titus saw in her. She hit a growth spurt during her freshman year; At the same time, her metabolism slowed down drastically. So, not only had she grown to just over 6 feet tall, but she had put on a few pounds along with it.

She was keeping a running tally in her mind of the kind of money it was going to take to be able to get herself together in time for Saturday's festivities. She was already upset that her folks didn't have enough notice to get all the way to Connecticut from California. In fact, the one week format from nomination to ceremony was one of the things that was set to change starting next year. The complaints about this time frame were finally strong enough that school administration even agreed to have a special presentation at graduation where the members of homecoming court and various other award winners would have an opportunity to pose for pictures at the ceremony for their parents and loved ones. That didn't help Nia, though. Growing frustrated by the mounting expenses in her head, Nia picked up her phone and texted her best friend and roommate, who was currently picking up Dean for a quick dinner after he finished for the day at BPO.

Hey Lex. Y'all coming back here after dinner?

She waited for a moment, still staring into the mirror, before her phone vibrated with a response.

Yeah. Dean's worn out, so he's going straight into the shower and then I'm putting him to bed. That might...take a few minutes.

Nia shook her head. She didn't want to hear that.

Ugh. TMI.

LOL. Sry bud. You asked. Y?

Nia snickered and shook her head. Despite the unnecessary details she often got, it did make her feel good that her best friend could talk openly about physical affection with her fiance.

I need a dress for saturday & I have a feeling I'm gonna hafta get one made. Wanna come with me to formal shop tomorrow?

Nia could see the grin on her friend's face in her mind. Alexa loved to shop. When she was with Adam, it was one of the few things she could say she was doing without arousing Adam's suspicions. And in a "post-Adam world", it was still one of Alexa's favorite ways to pass the time. Sure enough, her answer cam quickly and succinctly.

YES. Girl. I need a dress for halftime and an outfit for the party BPO. And maybe shoes. Yes. Definitely shoes.

Nia chuckled aloud this time. Alexa could be ridiculous. But she was also the best friend Nia had ever had.

U r insane. Any time tomorrow?

Yeah. They're not making the Homecoming nominees cheer this week. They're bringing in, like, high school girls from the local schools to fill in. So I don't have practice. So yeah. Any time. Do we need security?

Nia shook her head again.

We should be ok. Although maybe we should bring AJ. She's the most dangerous person I know.

LOL. Yeah, she's crazy, but I think she's with Dana tomorrow.

Cool. Well, 4 PM tomorrow. I have to grade some papers, but after. Maybe something with sequins? Idk. Wasn't prepared to be nominated.

Nia studied herself again in the mirror. She wasn't sure what she was gonna do. But she felt better knowing that Alexa was going to be there with her, helping her pick out a killer dress (and maybe some shoes) and reassuring her that her body image issues were in her own head. Nia's phone buzzed again.

Girl. I yelled at the entire cheer squad for nominating me. I'm half convinced Mandy plotted the whole thing as a joke. Which leaves me with one option; look a million times better than her and flaunt my gorgeous fiance in her face.

Nia smiled brightly.

Sounds like a plan.


A little before midnight, Sasha creaked open her bedroom door and poked her head into the living room; The tv was on and illuminated the silhouette of her orange haired girlfriend. Slowly, Sasha slipped out of her room and tiptoed up to the couch. Becky had her back resting on one of the arm rests; She turned her head when she sensed someone's presence. She sighed when she saw it was Sasha, and sat upright so she could sit too. Sasha sat down next to Becky. The couple sat in silence, watching the rerun of Friends Becky had on.

After a very long five minutes, Sasha snuck a peak at Becky; She was facing the tv, but it was clear she had been crying. That tore a hole in Sasha's heart and made her feel like the worst person to ever walk the Earth. She slowly slid her left hand over Becky's right; Sasha sighed in relief when Becky laced her fingers through hers.

Sasha gave Becky a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry, Becks."

Becky chuckled dryly. "Yeah? Ya shou' be," She turned her focus from the tv to Sasha. "Cheatin' on ya? How cou' you even tink tha'?"

"It was stupid to say that. I'm so sorry, baby," Sasha raised Becky's hand that she was holding and kissed it. "I saw the tattoo and freaked out. I know I used to be the same way, but I don't get how you can be friends with someone like her."

"She has a girlfrien' now too. She was self 'atin' jus' li'e you use' ta be. She sai' sorry, I forgave her, now we're frien's."

Sasha nodded her head. "Ok, I understand. Just like how you saw past my hate and started dating me."

Becky chuckled again, but with more spirit behind it. "Oh, no, lass. I was in love wit' ya the firs' day I go' here," She smirked at the bashful smile that statement brought to Sasha's face. "I saw ya in line, couldn' ge' ya ou' of me 'ead. Then, ya 'appened ta be ma roommate."

Sasha dropped her head. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"'Course."

Sasha relocked her gaze with Becky. "I felt the same. I just didn't know how to deal with it."

"Are ya 'appy ya figured it ou'?"

Sasha kept her gaze locked with Becky while she leaned into her and pressed her lips to hers. "Yes, Becky. I'm so happy I came out to you and get to be your girlfriend at the same time. There's no other girl I'd want to be with."

"Are ya jus' tryin' ta ge' me ta forgive ya?"

Sasha giggled. "Is it working?"

Becky pecked at Sasha's lips; As she leaned into the kiss, her free hand slipped passed the waistband of Sasha's sweatpants. Becky kissed a line from Sasha's jaw, up her neck, and to her left ear. "Yes, lass." She whispered, beginning to work magic with her fingers.

"I love you, Becks." Sasha hissed between clenched teeth.

Becky giggled. "I love ya too, Sash."

The two young lovers gazed deeply in each others eyes. Sasha leaned her forehead against Becky's; She pinched her bottom lip with her teeth to try to eases her heavy breathing, but Becky was making it hard to stay calm.

After a few minutes, several pumps of Becky's fingers, and a symphony of moans from Sasha, Becky smiled and kissed her girlfriend when she reached her climax. Sasha shivered and kissed Becky harder when her fingers slid back out of her sweatpants.

"Your turn?" Sasha asked quietly, as if someone would hear them and put a stop to their antics.

Becky smirked. "If ya insis', babe."

Sasha giggled and shook her head; She curled her fingers around the waistband of Becky's pajama bottoms and gave them a good tug. Becky understood that as her signal to lie on her back and spread her legs to fit Sasha between them. Sasha gave one more pull and removed the black bottoms from her girlfriend.

"I'm sorry I jump to conclusions so fast." Sasha whispered.

Becky simply rolled her eyes and laughed.

Sasha kissed Becky's partially exposed stomach; She caught glimpse of the tattoo, and gave that a kiss too. Becky shivered at the touch, finding out quickly that that was a very sensitive spot that she very much liked to be kissed or touched. Sasha gave a few kisses to the inside of Becky's thighs, then lowered her head to the sensitive area between her muscular legs. Becky's head leaned back onto the arm rest of the couch; Her fingers tangled in Sasha's purple locks and tugged gently. It amazed Becky how good Sasha was at this since she was the only girl she had ever been with. As it often was, Becky had hit her peak in mere minutes.

Sasha raised her face, cum dribbling down her chin, and smiled at her love. "Forgive me?"

Becky, breathless, quickly nodded her head. "Yes, lass, I forgive you."

Sasha glanced at the tattoo again. Though the reason for the ink was still bothersome, she did think it made Becky look sexier than she already was (if that were possible).

"Ya know," Sasha began. "I like the tattoo on you. I wouldn't mind it if you got more."

Becky smiled. "Yeah? Wha' if I go' one on ma arm tha' sai' 'Sasha'."

Sasha laughed. "Not yet. Maybe after our wedding."

Becky raised her eyebrow. "Weddin'? Ya wanna marry me?"

Sasha shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. How about we give it a year or two and see where we are?"

Becky nodded her head. "I like tha'. Maybe I'll propose a' gra'uation."

Sasha giggled; She slithered up Becky's half naked body and gave her a kiss. "Shit, sorry," Sasha wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her hoodie. "That was gross."

Becky slowly nodded her head. "A lil' bit, Sash."

After making sure all of Becky's fluids was cleaned from her face, Sasha gave her another deep and passionate kiss. Then, after helping her pull her pants up, cuddled with her and burrowed her face in her chest.


Dean wasn't sure what was happening. Now Tuesday afternoon, his week had so far consisted of well wishers congratulating him for his homecoming nomination, girls trying to slip him their number, working on the BPO house, and football. And the time he spent with Alexa. That was non-negotiable. And now he was giving an hour of his valuable free time to Curtis Axel. Axel, host of SU radio's "Afternoon with the Axe-Man," had politely asked Dean to come on the show and talk football and homecoming with him. Dean really, really didn't want to. He was tired, and he had practice at four, but Axel was a pledge brother, so Dean sucked it up and did his bud a solid.

The studio was actually fairly comfortable. Located in one corner of the spacious student center, the space had a large glass window that overlooked the common area and allowed patrons to see who was on the air. Upon seeing SU's "Freshman sensation" enter the studio, a small but not insignificant crowd began gathering to catch a gaze of the linebacker. Curtis quickly showed Dean where the microphone should be placed so people could hear him, and began the process of taking his show onto the air, pushing meter dials and mute buttons. As he made his final prep, Dean texted Alexa, Roman, Zack, and Seth, letting them know he was going to be on SU radio. The only response he got before having to take air was from his girlfriend, who texted simply; Oh lord. Don't say anything dumb. Dean grinned. His fiancee knew him well. He focused in on his mission as he heard Curtis' voice bellow out, signalling the start of his interview.

"Hey everyone, it's Curtis Axel here on 'Afternoons with the Axe-Man, and with me in studio today is freshman Stamford linebacker and homecoming court nominee Dean Ambrose. How ya doin', Dean?"

Dean gave a tight smile. "I'm good."

Curtis nodded, though he knew no one would hear the visual cue. "Cool, cool. Before we get going, you got anything you want to say to anyone listening out there?"

Dean grinned. "Yeah. To my ridiculously hot girlfriend Alexa, I wanna say, 'love you, baby.'" Dean emphasized the word "baby" so that she would know he was including their unborn child in his affections. "I uh, wanna say congratulations to Zack and Bayley on their engagement. They're gonna be the cutest, 'disney-est' married couple ever. Wanna give a 'shout out' to Nia and Titus. Wanna say 'what's up' to my 'Uce' Roman. Wanna tell my homey Charlotte that it actually does cure cancer. She'll know what that means." He chuckled wryly. "And I want to congratulate my boy Seth on going, oh," he checked his watch, "sixty hours without cheating on anyone. That's a big deal. Congrats, Seth. We're all proud of you."

Curtis chuckled, having seen the video of Dana and AJ destroying Seth's car. The interview began, with Curtis mostly asking Dean about that week's game, an expected blowout win against the University of Massachusetts. He asked Dean about life at SU, and Dean shared a bit of the story of how he met Alexa. Finally, Curtis grinned and asked him which girls he thought everyone should vote for. Dean chuckled, knowing that Mandy Rose was on the other side of the glass watching him.

"Well, obviously everyone should vote for Alexa. I think that's self-explanatory. I'm voting for Charlotte in the sophomore class."

"What about freshmen?" Curtis asked, curious as to how he'd respond with the irrepressible Rose peering in at him.

"Uh, I'm not sure who's on the ballot. Sarah Logan, I guess. She's cool."

Mandy Rose's evil grin fell as she heard Dean, and she stomped away from the window, angry that he'd again refused to acknowledge her feelings for him. Curtis laughed as he saw her storm away. Dean glanced over his shoulder, figuring out that she'd left in a huff, then turned back toward the microphone.

"And then I'm definitely voting for Nia Jax for queen. No questions asked."

Curtis nodded. "You think she's that qualified to represent our school?"

Dean nodded, then chuckled. "Well yeah, that, and she's my roommate's best friend and I don't want to die, so there's that."

Both boys chuckled. "I hear you, man. And then I'm assuming your voting for our fearless leader for king?"

Dean grinned. "Yeah, man, he gets my official endorsement, but you also wouldn't be an idiot to vote for my teammate Titus O'Neil. Either one of those guys would make a great king."

"What do you think your odds are in winning your class?"

Dean scoffed. "Odds? Man, I'm winning this thing, hands down. There ain't a freshie girl that doesn't find me dead sexy."

Axel, who had paused to take a drink of water, quickly inhaled to laugh at Dean's comment but breathed in a mouth full of water instead and began coughing.

Dean laughed. "Is it that hard to believe? Damn, and I thought Alexa was right about me."

Axel, after recomposing himself, shook his head. "Well, I'm sure you have a good chance of winning with an attitude like that. So, anyway, how does the game look on Saturday? Can you guarantee a win for homecoming?"

"Abso-freakin'-lutley. There's no way we're losing to a couple of stuck up preppy pu… I mean… Sissies? Can I say sissies? Anyway, we're winning on Saturday. 142 to nothin'. Ok… Maybe not that high, but you get my point. By the by, as every pledge and member is already aware, BPO is having a kick-ass after party. I know I'll be there, celebrating a win and clinching a playoff spot, and I know I'll have my sssssssmokin' hot lady friend with me. Axel, my man, what lady are you briggin' along?"

"Uh, not really goin' with anyone specific; Just a group of friends from my psych class. But, ya know, bringing a date is like bringing a carcass on a hunt, ya know what I mean?"

"I'm two seconds from dropping an 'F-bomb' and getting this show cancelled, Axe-Man."

Both boys shared a laugh. Then, to end the show, Axel thanked everyone for listening and signed off in his usual 'Dick Clark at Times Square' way. After getting the all clear, Axel gave Dean a fist bump and thanked him again for showing up.

Dean, trying his best to ignore the small joining of women outside the studio, slipped his phone from his pocket to call Alexa and quickly turned his slow jaunt into a light jog to keep ahead of the group.


The scene at BPO was still as crazy as it was the night before. Every pledge and member was busy readying the house for what could possibly be 'Party of the Year' after the homecoming game; Some DXA girls were also there to help set up, with the promise that Christian would send over a few BPO pledges to help with DXA's float.

In his four years as a student at SU, this was the most nervous Christian Cage ever was. This was his senior year, he was BPO president, and thus this was his last chance to throw a rager that would be remembered for years to come. As of now, the president of BPO stood on the front lawn of his fraternity's home; The pledges he sent to help DXA were not really doing an acceptable amount of work, but instead were trying to flirt with the bitches they were supposed to be helping.

Frustrated, but mostly embarrassed at the lack of discipline his pledges had, Christian marched across the street to the half finished float; As he expected, one of the pledges caught sight of him and warned the others to get back to work.

"Yeah, that's about what I expected," Christian hollered to his pledges with a shake of his head. "Everyone's so infatuated with trying to laid, no one has time to help out around here. Well, guess what? This float isn't done by Thursday afternoon, no one's getting laid. How would you assholes like that?"

"If no one's getting laid, then that's bad news for you."

To Christian's left, just out of his peripheral, was the blonde woman he was trying so hard to impress in the first place. "Trish Stratus?" Christian addressed the SU alumni with a grin.. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, really?" Trish feigned anger for less than a second before rolling her eyes and giving her old friend a tender embrace. "You're in charge around here now? I guess they let anyone run things."

"Well, yeah, you were in charge of DXA last year, right?"

Trish laughed a mocking chuckle, then gave Christian the finger. "Very funny, Cage. Now how about you show me what's new around the kingdom?"

The 'Kingdom', as it was known by the SU student body, was the half mile stretch of road on Warrior Lane (renamed after the late SU amatuer wrestling star James "Warrior" Hellwig) that housed almost 65% of all fraternities and sororities the campus had to offer. As it was every week, the kingdom was, in lamest terms, a 'madhouse full of beer, babes, and a Beats sponsor'; BPO was referred to as the 'Castle' because of its structure and undefeated streak of 'best parties of the year' for seven straight years; DXA was always just shy of outdoing BPO by a small fraction (Trish had almost broke the streak herself a few times) every year.

Walking side by side, Christian led Trish towards BPO; It had only been a few months since the last time she was in the 'kingdom', but everything seemed different to her. Maybe it was because she was no longer a student and was now 'technically' a normal member of society with a job, apartment, and bills to pay. Still, she knew she'd love the stretch of Greek housing for the rest of her life.

Lightly, almost imperceptibly, she linked her arm in his, in that way girls sometimes do with boys they're familiar with. The two walked slowly and made small talk as they crossed the street and made the super easy jaunt back.

"So, no boyfriend, eh?"

Trish scoffed and shook her head. "That asshole decided he'd rather be knee deep in rink rats than stay with the girlfriend that helped him stay eligible for four years."

Christian snickered. "What kind of idiot would be dumb enough to let you get away?"

Trish grinned broadly and tried not to blush. "Christian. Stop. You've always known how to talk to me."

Christian grinned ruefully. "Not that it's ever helped."

There was something in Trish's expression that made Christian think maybe tonight would be different. Her wistful glance at her old sorority house, then at the man she was walking with. She blushed, getting as much color in her face as Christian had ever seen her get, and smiled. "There's a first time for everything, Christian. Just…" She paused, before releasing Christian's arm and taking his hand, although not interlocking her fingers with his. "Just be patient. I have to do DXA things Saturday. I have to crown the new homecoming queen." She paused again, before looking the BPO president in the eye. "But I'm planning on coming to your house after and checking out this island paradise you're constructing."

Christian grinned. "Hell yes. As long as you come find me as soon as you get here."

Trish smiled herself, the wide, genuine kind. "I will. Count on it."

With that, Christian gestured for her to follow him into the front yard of the BPO house, where several of the house's finest pledges were tirelessly laboring to complete the vision of the active's plan for the house.

"Over here we have our worker bees toiling away to build our 'tiki mansion.' And here are some of my favorite worker bees." He chuckled and lowered his voice, turning his face away from the house and toward Trish. "Don't tell the other bees I said that."

Trish smiled again. "Deal."

Christian gestured toward the working pledges. "Trish, this is Dean, Roman, Seth, and Zack. They're a few of our best and brightest pledges. Pledges, this is Trish Stratus. DXA alumna and reigning Homecoming queen. I don't think it's necessary to say you are expected to treat her with respect."

The pledges said hello to Trish by introducing themselves and shaking her hand. One pledge in particular, with a messy haircut and a crazed look in his eye, seemed to skip up to Trish and flash her a crooked grin.

"Trish Stratus, good to meet you," The man said. "I'm Dean Ambrose, pledge here at BPO, and part time barbeque connoisseur."

Trish arched an eyebrow; This boy's behavior wasn't new to her, but she liked his eagerness to impress people. "Dean, pleasure," She shook Dean's hand. "Are you sure you know what connoisseur means?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, being really good at knowing shit about other shit? Anyway, I thought I'd stop and introduce myself after I heard you were coming to town. I believe you know my girlfriend, Alexa Bliss?"

Trish's smile quickly shifted to a look of worry and concern. "Oh yeah, I remember Alexa."

"Right, you were best friends with her. I just wanna know what happened to you two. She hasn't mentioned you and everyone says you two were inseparable."

Christian slapped his hand on Dean's shoulder. "That's enough talk, Pledge Ambrose, go help set up."

"Right, I was just-"

"Now. Ambrose."

Dean held up his hands in a defensive manner. "Alright, I'm cool." He gave Trish a thumbs up. "Cool meeting you, Trish."

Trish flashed Dean a tight lipped smile. "You too, Dean."

Christian, after making sure Dean had gone back to work, turned back to Trish. "Hey, sorry about that guy. He's a bit…. Different."

Trish giggled. "Don't worry, Cage, he's fine. Now, I believe you brought up taking me to my favorite coffee spot on campus?"

"I did?" Christian wasn't sure what Trish meant, but he chuckled and nodded his head when she arched an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. "You're right; I did. Double mocha frappe with extra whipped cream?"

Once again, Trish locked her arm around Christian's. "Aww, you remembered. Such a great guy."

"Yeah, well, you do bring out the best in people."

Trish rolled her eyes. "Uh huh. Now, come on and get me my coffee."


Nia and Alexa were on a mission to find the Samoan woman the best dress they could afford. Thanks to a 'charitable donation' from Dean, Alexa was in possession of his debit card and given the ok to spend as much as she needed for her and Nia. The idea of taking the day and heading to New York for a shopping spree was discussed, but Alexa decided to stay close to home since Dean would surely flip out if she spent an absurd amount of money on just the dress.

Instead of a journey to the Big Apple, Alexa chose her favorite mall in town: Twin Pines Town Mall. It was a place she frequented before she met Dean, or even Adam, when she felt like her hard earned tuition could be spent on a new pair of jeans or a blouse or two.

Twin Pines Town Mall consisted of ten restaurants, too many clothing shops to count, a video store, and two jewelers; As they walked by the one of the jewelry shops, Alexa noticed a similar pair of earrings in the display case as the ones Dean had bought her. The selling price was $12,000, which shocked Alexa into audibly saying "holy shit" when she and Nia passed by.

After much debate on which dress shopped seemed the most 'affordable yet fancy', Nia and Alexa found themselves in an elegant looking shop named "Shagadelic Dresses"; They hadn't been to the place before, but the woman standing at the door seemed friendly enough when they approached and she gave them a warm smile and asked how their day was. Another woman greeted them when they entered the shop; She was a sweet, older woman in about her mid-fifties. The woman asked if they were SU students, then smiled and gave praise when they confirmed her theory.

"How nice; My nephew used to go to Stamford," The woman said to Nia; Alexa had excused herself to the restroom. "But he was expelled, sadly."

Nia smiled the best she could in the awkward situation. "That's too bad. SU is a really great place."

The woman smiled. "Yes, I've hear it is. Now, you and your short friend are here for some dresses? What's the occasion?"

"I got nominated for homecoming court, so I need a dress for that."

The woman smiled again. "Of course. I'll happily take your measurements," She gestured to the back part of the store. "Please, follow me."

Alexa meant to come straight back from the bathroom, but the aroma of vegetable oil fried chicken products caught her attention. As fate would have it, there was a fried chicken restaurant a few stores down from the dress shop she and Nia chose; She decided on a six piece, and though they weren't as delicious as the ones from Roadie's, they still hit the spot her growing fetus had demanded.

Taking extra precaution to make sure her face was free from grease, Alexa made her way back to the dress shop. She greeted the young woman outside a second time, then stepped inside the small shop. Inside was the most adorable and funny sight she had seen in some time: Nia, standing high on a pedestal, had bits of fabric hanging from her clothes while the older woman measured various spots on her body.

"Hey, Nia," Alexa greeted with a smirk.

"Shut it," Nia shot back playfully after seeing the smirk on Alexa's face. "She said they wouldn't have a dress my size, so she's taking my measurements to custom make one."

Alexa grew concerned; She knew buying a dress would be pricey, but a custom made dress would surely cost her way more. "Ok, how much will that cost? Is it more than a regular dress?"

The old woman paused from her job and shook her head. "Oh no, honey. It's regular price for you two. Especially since you both attend SU."

Alexa smiled brightly. "We appreciate that. Did you go to SU?"

The woman went back to measuring Nia, but kept the conversation going. "No, my nephew Adam did before he was expelled. He's such a sweet boy, I don't know why they would expel him."

Nia didn't have to look at Alexa to see the horrified look on her face. "Uh, what was his last name? I think I may have known him." Nia asked.

"Rose. His father is my half-brother. I don't remember what he said the reason he left was," The woman shrugged. "Enough of that. Let's get you all measured up and get you a dress."

Nia shot Alexa a side glance; She was frozen to the spot, fearing that the slightest move would somehow cause Adam to emerge into the store and further ruin her life. Alexa met Nia's glance; Nia silently mouthed "it's ok, relax" to attempt to comfort her, but she could tell Alexa was shaking.

"Hey, Lex," Nia said. "How about you call Dean and tell him what's going on? Get him updated on the situation."

"Is Dean the boyfriend?" The woman asked.

"Her boyfriend," Nia answered before Alexa could; Just by her body language, Nia could tell she was on the verge of tears. "My boyfriend's nominated for king, actually."

"Oh, how sweet. Maybe you two will win together." The woman sighed. "I think my nephew had a girlfriend once. But he said she lied to administrations about some… awful things. I think that's why he was expelled. I could be mistaken though."

Nia's heart nearly broke in half; Alexa was starting to tear up and hyperventilate. "Lex," Nia said more stiffly. "Call Dean and tell him what's going on; You know he'd love to hear from you."

Alexa nodded her head quickly and left the store just as fast.


Charlotte knew this was going to happen but she had been dreading homecoming almost as much as she was looking forward to it. Her mom was an SU alum, and had been crowned queen her senior year, which meant that she was without a doubt returning to campus to flaunt her past glory. Even worse, her half-brother, David, was going to be tagging along; He never won homecoming court, which he blamed on his father's involvement instead of his shitty attitude. Charlotte loved her mom. Charlotte didn't care for David either way; He never liked Sheila since he blamed her for the divorce of his mom and Ric; And since she owned parts of Ric's stock, he was forced to work for her and basically do her bidding.

Now Thursday morning, Charlotte woke up in the arms of Roman as she had the last few months. She wiggled out of his arms, gave him a gentle kiss to the chin, then tiptoed into the living room to get a start on the day.

"Ok, how hard can this be?" Charlotte asked herself and the package of bacon and carton of eggs on the counter in front of her; Roman was sweet enough to make her breakfast almost everyday, but since the last week of practice and prepping for the parade had left him too exhausted to walk, she figured it would be a nice change to try her best to return the favor. "Ok, this can't be too hard. Dean can cook and he's borderline insane." Charlotte turned to the stove; She wasn't sure what each knob was for, but lucky for her there was a small picture of which burner each knob controlled next to it. "Ok, um, this one?" Charlotte twisted a knob to '5' for what she thought was the front right burner. "And nothing's happening. Ok, that might be a good thing." Charlotte cut open the pack of bacon. This was probably the easiest part of breakfast, so she was definitely going to screw this up somehow. She gently laid a few strips on the pan and, much to her relief, the bacon started to sizzle. "I can see why mom hated making breakfast so much; It's fuckin' nerve wracking."

While Charlotte watched the bacon closely to see when it was time to flip it over, Roman shuffled into the living room. For whatever reason, he woke up to the smell of bacon. On top of that, Charlotte wasn't in bed next to him. To add even more to the mystery, he found his girlfriend standing at the stove with a carton of eggs beside her and a spatula in her hand.

"I must be dreaming," Roman mused to himself, finding the sight incredibly unbelievable. He considered sneaking up behind Charlotte and hugging her, but the poor girl would probably jump and either slap Roman with the spatula or knock the bacon grease off the stove and burn the dorm hall to the ground. Instead, he simply leaned against the door frame of Charlotte's bedroom and continued observing the phenomenon in her kitchen.

Charlotte steadily removed the pieces of crispy pork fat from the pan and set them on a plate she had prepared beforehand. "Ok, now eggs." She took an egg in her hand. "Seems easy enough." With WAY too much force, Charlotte hammered the egg into the side of the frying pan. Like Yosemite finally erupting lava, the egg exploded in a million different directions and covered most of Charlotte's face.

Roman tried his best to hush his laughter, but a few rogue chuckles escaped his mouth.

Charlotte turned on her heels. "Oh, this is funny to you?" She said in fake frustration. "I don't see you breaking egg over your face."

Roman nodded his head. "Yeah, cuz I have self control and know how to break an egg right."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, shook her head, and gave Roman the finger. Much to more relief, Roman had made his way over to the stove to hopefully takeover the cooking.

"You're actually doing really well, Char." Roman said, no hint of sarcasm in his voice."

Charlotte furrowed her brow. "Really? I just pulverized an egg."

"Yeah, but the bacon looks great and you haven't set anything on fire," Roman smirked. "Plus, you look kinda hot with goo all over your face."

"Very funny, jackass."

Roman broke off a few pieces of paper towel from a roll next to the counter. "Here," As gently as he could, Roman wiped the splattered egg off of Charlotte's face. "There. Now it doesn't look like you just got back from a frat party."

Charlotte smiled, but tried hard to hide it. "You are unbelievable sometimes. But I did do ok with the bacon?"

"You did awesome. Just remember to put a few pieces of paper towel on the plate to soak up the grease."

Charlotte nodded her head. "Right. What about the eggs?"

"You went a hundred percent. Ya need to bring it down to about seven."

Charlotte, very cautiously, picked up another egg. She hit the side of the pan again, but with much less force, and it softly cracked and oozed onto the pan. "Holy shit, it worked."

"Look what happens when you don't try to smash things."

"I think I got this down," Charlotte flashed Roman a smirk. "Looks like I don't need you after all."

"Oh, ok, in that case I'll move back into my dorm and stop buying you coffee."

Charlotte rolled her eyes again. "Oh, whatever, you can't stay away from me."

"No, I can not," Roman leaned against the counter; He decided to stay close just in case Charlotte actually did manage to set fire to something. "Anyway, when's your mom stopping by? I know you said she was coming today."

Charlotte sighed. "Yeah, she's coming in around one; She's bringing in my douchebag half-brother along too."

"Which one is that? David or Reid?"

"Uh, David. Reid's in North Carolina with his girlfriend. David is a… Cunt, I guess? He mooches my dad for money all the time, and then when my dad tells him to get a job, it's a fucking riot and excuses about how he can't get a job for whatever reason."

"He sounds lovely; I can't wait to meet him."

Charlotte chuckled. "He's an ass, but you'll love my mom. She's a nice woman. Like, almost nicer than Bayley, but she brags about everything she does. Not tells you about it, but really tries to tell you why her innovative thinking is going to save this country and solve its debt problem."

"Are you trying to get me to say 'fuck it' and not meet them or…?"

Charlotte chuckled again. "No, I want you to meet my mom; She'll love you. David? I honestly have no idea how he'll treat you; The guy has serious problems."

"He's not gonna try to lick me or anything like that right?"

Charlotte threw her head back and laughed loudly. "No, babe, he's not retarded. Just… An asshole."

"Well it's gonna feel really awkward when I lick him and he doesn't do it back."

Charlotte turned away from the stove and punched Roman in the shoulder. "Cut it out, Rome. My mom will not condone the 'Dean Ambrose humor', no matter how charming you think you are."

"I'm just hungry; I'll be back to normal whenever you decide to finish cooking."

Charlotte carefully lifted the egg from the frying pan onto the plate next to the stove. "Aha, there ya go."

"Hey, good job, Char. You did a really great job. Seriously."

Charlotte handed Roman his plate of food. "Thank you, Roman." She gave him a kiss to the lips, then swiped a piece of bacon from his plate.

"Do you want me to make your eggs? I don't mind and you said you like the way I cook them."

"No, I'm not really hungry," Charlotte sighed. "I'm just really nervous about my mom meeting you. She's nice, but if she sees something she doesn't like, even a little, she'll let the whole world know."

"Well, you like me, and we both know that's a miracle. So how hard can it be to impress your mom?"

"She's a racist."

"Ah. I see. I take it she doesn't know I'm Samoan?"

"No, I've told her. She said it wouldn't be an issue, but I wouldn't be surprised if she mistook you for the cleaning lady."

"Lady?" Roman echoed with shock. "Uh, last time I checked I was a boy. I have all the right organs and what not."

"Yes, that I can confirm," Charlotte ran her fingers through Roman's hair. "Maybe a trim would do you good?"

"No."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Not even a little?"

"No."

"Not even gonna humor the idea? After I made you food and kiss you and let you touch me whenever you want."

Roman paused like he was in deep thought, then shook his head. "No. Besides, we haven't had sex in, like, weeks."

"And whose fault is that, Mr. 'Football-BPO-stay-out-until-almost-one-in-the-morning-doing-shit'?"

"Football and BPO, mostly."

"Hmmm, too bad neither of us have class today and have the whole morning to do whatever we want," Charlotte began untying her bathrobe while simultaneously giving her best 'make me scream' look.

"Yeah, too bad I got a thing with a person at the place in fifteen minutes or I'd take you up on that offer, Char." Roman set his plate down on the counter behind him. "Breakfast was fantastic, babe. I appreciate you cooking for me after I was out all night."

"Do you really have a thing to do?"

Roman chuckled at the pleading look in Charlotte's eyes. "Yes: You." He scooped her up in his arms, kissed her roughly, then carried her to her bedroom.