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Amy's POV

"Thanks for dinner, big guy" I smiled. Just then my phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn't recognize the number on the screen, but I almost had a stroke when I saw what it said:

Hey Amy. It's Cody.

Chris told Randy and Ted that you've made up your mind. Just thought I'd give you fair warning.

-Cody

"Bestie" I growled. "I'm going to kill Jackass."

"What did he do now?" he sighed. I handed my best friend my cell phone as we entered the elevator. He let out a loud gasp after he read the text message. "Oh crap. Bestie, just go back to your room. I'll take care of this"

It seemed like a good plan until the doors opened up on his floor…and we were greeted by Randy and Ted. As soon as I saw it was them, I immediately looked down at the floor.

"Dave we need to talk to her" Randy sighed. "Please?"

"She's not ready to" Dave grumbled. "When she is good and ready, she will. Please guys…just leave her alone."

I happened to look up at that moment and caught both Ted's and Randy's eyes, gazing at me…begging me to tell them. What the hell is my problem? I am making this even worse by dragging it out.

But I just can't do this right now…not like this. Before even thinking about it, I opened my mouth.

"I will after RAW this Monday."

As soon as I said it, I mentally kicked myself in the ass. Great. Now I HAVE to tell them. I am going to kill Chris. DAMN HIM. Like the song says, I DO blame Canada! Why did he have to open his mouth and tell them I'd made up my mind? Stupid god damn Canadian is going to get it tonight. I just might hide all of his hair products for this one!!

"Hey, um…Chris is in our room" Randy stuttered. "He's pretty drunk."

"Oh geez" I scoffed. "I better take him back up to the room."

"I'll help you" bestie offered.

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"You are dead meat, Canadian" I hissed. Even though I knew it wouldn't do any good, I smacked him upside his stupid head. This guy is completely drunk right now. "And I thought you had a big mouth when you were sober!"

"Blondie" he slurred. "I lurve you."

"Pulling that card won't work this time, Canadian" I sneered. "Now because of what YOU said, I told those two I was going to tell them after RAW Monday!"

"'Bout time, blondiekins" he snickered. "Good night." Before I could say anything else to him, his head hit the pillow and he passed out instantly.

"God damn Y2Jackass" I muttered as I crawled into bed and turned out the lights. He was going to get it from me tomorrow.

Around 8 hours later, I woke up to the sound of Chris barfing his guts out in the bathroom. I can't say it's the most pleasant sound to hear first thing in the morning, but I am glad to know that he is suffering. I got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom door. Leaning against the door frame, I began snickering at my loud mouthed friend.

"Why Chris! Feeling a little ill this morning?"

"Don't start blondie" he groaned as he flushed the toilet. "I am never touching that crap ass American whiskey again."

"It's not crap. You're just an amateur. I can train you in the whiskey ways, you know."

"No thanks blondie" he groaned as he flopped back down on the bed. "I'll pass."

"Well unlike YOU, big mouth, I'm hungry and require breakfast. Should I bring you back something, jaws flapper?"

"What's with the jabs this morning blondie?" he questioned. "Is it your 'woman time' again?"

I walked over to Chris and smacked him upside the head.

"No you MORON. YOU opened your mouth to Junior and Randy last night that I'd made up my mind! And I felt so guilty about it that I said I'd tell them after RAW Monday!"

"Oh" he said. "Um…I'm sorry blondie. Forgive me?" he asked as he made his most pathetic puppy dog face. "Pwease?"

I glared at Chris at first, then went over and hugged him as I sighed. "Fine. I forgive you, but you're still a jackass."

"Well you're still grumpy" he chuckled. "Can you bring me back a bagel or something bread-like please?"

"I guess Y2Jackass."

I grabbed my hotel key and headed towards the door. As I boarded the elevator, I thought about how much my life is going to change come Monday night. And I hope I don't lose either one of those guys.

I pulled out my I-Pod and put it in my ears so I could relax a little. Once the elevator dinged, I got off and made my way towards the breakfast area to grab something to eat for myself and my big mouthed roomie. I saw my best friend sitting there with his new girlfriend, Barbi so I decided to go over and say hi.

"Hey lovebirds" I said in a sexy voice. Barbi just giggled while bestie rolled his eyes at me. "How are we this morning?"

"Great Amy! How are you?" Barbi smiled.

"Well I've been better."

"Did you kill Irvine?" bestie asked me. I looked at him and shook my head.

"No but I thought about stealing and hiding his hair products."

"I hope you didn't. He'd put a hit out on you for that" bestie laughed. I just smiled at him and shook my head.

"Well I'm going to go grab some breakfast for me and big mouth. See you two later. Love you bestie" I said as I hugged him.

"I love you too, bestie. Try not to murder Irvine" he smiled.

I went over, grabbed some food, and made my way towards the elevator. The doors were just about to close when a hand stopped them from doing so. I was surprised to see that my other best friend, Junior, was the one who stopped it.

"Hey wifey" Ted grinned. "You're lookin' fly as hell this morning!"

I just smiled at Junior and rolled my eyes as I pulled him into a hug.

"Idiot."

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Conceited jerk."

Junior and I started cracking up after our little exchange. We were all smiles until Junior got a serious look on his face.

"Wifey" he started. "I know you're going to tell myself and Randy your decision on Monday. I also know from talking to Dave that you're worried about losing the friendship of the guy you don't pick. Well…if you don't pick me you're not going to lose me. It may hurt like hell for a while, but you're still going to be my best friend. Wifey, I love you more than anyone in the world and no matter what, we are BFFs for life."

I could feel my eyes filling up with tears. That was one of the sweetest things I had ever heard in my life. Junior could sense my emotions so he reached over and brushed his hand on my cheek.

"Please don't cry, wifey" he sighed.

"Junior I can't help it" I said as my voice cracked. "That was such a nice thing to hear."

"I meant every word" he said as he cupped my face in his hand. Just then the elevator dinged on his floor. "I love you. I always have and I always will" he whispered in my ear. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and got off the elevator.

This is going to be harder than I thought.