Wednesday: October 3, 2007 11:23 AM

Chris looked at me as we sat in my apartment on the couch together. "What's bothering you so much?"

I raised my eyebrow. "What?"

"I can tell that you're upset. We've talked about your argument with Randy. We're literally going to lunch with your brother today. I think something that you didn't tell me about is bothering you."

I sigh. "Regal called me and Randy into his office on Monday. He told us that if we didn't stop arguing backstage, that one of us would be getting moved to SmackDown or ECW. Then, he talked to me alone and pretty much warned me that it was going to be me because it's easier. I pretty much lost my shit on Regal over all my frustrations with work lately."

"You told him that you thought that you should've gotten the chance to wrestle for the Women's Championship this Sunday?"

"I did."

"Good. That isn't right. Randy picks those fights with you."

"I know. It wasn't even Regal's decision. It was Vince's. I also have to do a signing with Randy on Friday."

"So they tell you two to knock it off and then make you do a signing together? That's stupid."

"I know."

"I'll talk to Vince. I'll get you out of this being moved to SmackDown or ECW thing."

"You don't need to do that, Chris."

"I can though. I'm on my way back to WWE. Vince is kissing my ass right now, and he also confirmed that I'll be on Raw. I'll make an issue out of the possibility of you being on a different show than me."

"What if he just moves you too?"

"He won't. I know that he won't."

"What if he doesn't care?"

"I'll make sure he does. This is unfair to you, babe."

"Does he even know that we're in a relationship?"

"If he doesn't know, we both know that Shane and Stephanie do know about us."

"That's true."

Chris kisses my forehead. "We'll figure things out. We need to get going, so we're not late to lunch."

"Yeah, you're right. Maybe I can show you how much I appreciate you when we get back." I wink at Chris.

Chris laughs. "I wouldn't mind that at all."

Tyler, Chris, and I sat down together to eat lunch. It had been rather awkward after we had given our greetings to each other, and we'd all gotten silent after ordering our food.

Tyler looked at me and Chris. "How often do you two even get to see each other right now?"

Chris sighs as he puts an arm around me. "Not much honestly, but I'm coming back to WWE next month. We'll be seeing each other all the time then."

"Hopefully." I mutter.

Chris shakes his head. "I told you that I'll talk to Vince about it."

Tyler raises an eyebrow. "Talk to Vince about what?"

I sigh. "Randy and I got told that if we don't stop arguing, then one of us will get moved to SmackDown or ECW. It'll probably be me. I'm surprised Randy didn't already tell you. You talk all the time."

"We haven't had much time to talk this week. He didn't mention it."

"That's surprising."

"Can't you two just not be around each other at work?"

"Believe me, that's a lot harder than it sounds."

Chris nods. "No shit."

"Can't you just not talk to him?" Tyler asks.

"I'm not the one initiating the conversations."

"I see. I'm sure you can figure something out though."

"I don't have a choice."

Chris gave me a reassuring look. "It'll get taken care of."

"I hope so."

Chris looks at Tyler. "I'm sorry about what happened by the way."

Tyler nods. "Okay, I'm still going to be weary of you for a while probably though."

I raise an eyebrow, not fully believing that Tyler accepted the apology.

"I understand." Chris tells Tyler. "I don't blame you."

I look at Chris. "This is really frustrating."

"I know, babe, but it'll get solved."

Thursday: October 4, 2007 11:15 AM

I had just dropped Chris off at the airport and was getting ready to drive to Chicago myself, so I could get some sleep in before the signing tomorrow morning. I was looking forward to having Chris at work with me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Chris saying something to Vince would only make things worse. I stopped by the gas station to fill up my car before the drive of about four and a half hours. Once I got the car filled up, I paid and got back in and started driving to get headed to Chicago. However, before I could even get out of Saint Louis, my car broke down.

I get out of the car and look under the front hood like I would actually understand any issues with my car. I never learned anything about cars, which was a bit disappointing considering the fact that my dad had worked as a car mechanic for literally my entire life until he passed. Unfortunately, I hadn't learned a damn thing about cars, and I was on a road that barely had any cars driving on it ever. I also knew Tyler was at work at the moment and that Kenny was out of town, so I didn't know who to get a hold of to help me.

I knew if I called Tyler at work about it, he'd tell me to wait or to call Randy about it. I still had Randy's number, but I didn't want to call him. However, the fact that I needed to get on my way to Chicago made me almost want to consider it.

I knew that if I didn't make it to this signing, that Vince would find out and likely assume that I had bailed due to my issues with Randy. If Vince figured that, I'd certainly be moved to SmackDown or ECW. I couldn't risk that.

I put my head in my hands. I had no idea what to do, and Tyler had to work all day. I didn't have time to wait. I looked up as an all too familiar car was driving my way. The car pulled over and parked close to me before I watched Randy get out of the car. We looked at each other without speaking.

"You could've called to ask for help." Randy says as he walks over. "That is if you still have my number."

"I didn't delete it." I mutter.

"I see. I always thought this car was going to end up crapping out. That's why I always insisted on using my car when we rode together. When was the last time you even had this thing looked at?"

"My old man was the one to do it. I think that says enough."

"And you don't know anything about cars."

"You're not wrong."

"I think your engine crapped out. This isn't going to be quick to fix. You're going to need to get it towed and worry about it later. You need to get up to Chicago for our signing."

"Don't want me to have to no show and get sent to SmackDown or ECW?"

"Despite all of our issues, I don't want to see you get moved to SmackDown or ECW, especially knowing that you wouldn't have a championship to wrestle for on either of those shows."

"But I'll be the one who gets it if Vince decides to go through with that threat."

"Then we make sure it doesn't. I'll call a tow truck for you. Do you want me to just drive you to Chicago and you get a rental when we get there for the weekend?"

"You don't have to do that for me."

"It's the right thing to do. Plus, we could get some practice with being a bit more civil."

"You make a fair point."

"It's not like it's the first time we've rode together to something for work. I'll call for the tow truck. Make sure you get all of your things out of the car."

I nod. "Thanks."

Randy gets on his phone to call a tow truck as I get all of my things out of my car.

Randy ends the call. "It's on its way. Let me help you get those in my car."

I passed Randy a couple of my bags. "Thanks."

Randy and I had been in his car for a while, but we'd both practically been silent the whole time. It was awkward, and things didn't look to be getting better.

I looked at Randy. "Can we talk?"

Randy raised an eyebrow but kept his eyes on the road. "What are you wanting to talk about?"

"Our situation, I figured we'd each take the time to talk about how we feel and the other listens. Is that okay?"

Randy nods. "Alright. You can go first since it was your idea."

I took a deep breath. "My only big issue with you right now outside of the RKO Incident is the fact that I feel like you have been sticking your nose in my business so much. I don't think that's how you view it. I just think you want to express your feelings about Chris, but I find it a bit disrespectful to my relationship that you always talk shit about him to me. My relationship is my business, not yours, no matter how long we've known each other, Randy."

Randy sighed. "That's not what I meant. I understand your point. I'm not trying to stick my nose in your business. Maybe he's changed, but I know that over the years, Chris slept around and cheated before. I don't want to see you get hurt like that. Despite all that's happened between the two of us, I am still the same overprotective Randy that you've known since you were twelve."

"I get where you're coming from, but I don't think I need it. I'm twenty-five years old. I'm not that little twelve year old girl anymore. Plus, I don't think you need to be doing that when you and I are practically arguing nonstop, and you injured me."

"The injury and the arguing still haven't changed how I feel about you."

"Then why did the injury happen in the first place?"

"Because I'm a dumbass and made a stupid mistake. Believe me, I regret it."

"I had a broken neck. I still have to do therapy for it."

"I'd take it back if I could. You didn't deserve that."

Things went silent after that. I don't think either of us knew what to say after that. I was just hoping to make it through the rest of this car ride. I wasn't sure if I could.