PART 15

THE NEXT DAY

    Britney walked down the hallway of the arena with Amy and Stephanie, telling them the story of what happened with Adam the night before. 

"And he just cut you off mid-sentence and kissed you?" Amy asked excitedly. 

"Uh-huh!" Britney sighed happily.  "Ooh, I always knew that boy was a romantic!" the redhead squealed. 

Stephanie nodded, "And it's about damn time too!"  The three friends continued to walk aimlessly down the hall. 

"Britney and Adam sittin' in a tree," Amy started, giggling. 

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Stephanie finished in an amused tone.  The three of them burst out laughing. 

"Oh man, you guys sure are immature!" Britney said sarcastically, though she couldn't help laughing in between. 

"This coming from the girl who called Matt "Matty-pie" for nearly three weeks after we started dating," Amy reminded her. 

"And," Stephanie added, "You also called Jay 'Schmoopie' for a few weeks as well." 

Laughing, Britney agreed, "I know, I know.  I just couldn't help myself.  Suddenly, a ringing cell phone caught their attention. 

"Oh, that's me," Britney said, pulling her phone out, looking down at the screen.  "It's Shane.  I have to go take this, I'll see you guys later!" 

The high-flying diva and the Smackdown GM nodded as they waved goodbye.  "I'm so glad they finally got together," Stephanie spoke as she watched Britney disappear around the corner. 

Amy nodded, "Yeah, I don't know how much longer I could have sat around and watched them be 'just friends.'  It was making me want to puke.  It's about damn time he finally cracked!" 

Stephanie couldn't help but smile and think of Jay and Matt as well.  "Yup… it looks like the three of us finally have someone." 

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    Britney rounded a corner, preparing to answer Shane's call.  As she turned the corner, she smacked right into Paul Levesque. 

"Hey," he said roughly.  Walking past him, shuddering instinctively, she flipped open her phone. 

"Hey Shane!" she said cheerily, shaking off her little "encounter" with Paul. 

"Hey baby girl!" her older cousin called from the other line.  "What's up?" she asked, stopping and leaning up against the wall. 

"Big night yesterday, huh?" he asked playfully.  Britney sighed… how in hell did he do that?  No matter how far apart they were, he always knew what was going on with her. 

"Let me guess, your 'sources' informed you of this information?" she asked laughing.  

Laughing as well, Shane replied, "Actually, I learned from the man himself.  He called this morning and told me.  He said he wanted me to hear it from him first… BEFORE my 'sources' told me anything." 

"Oh… he's a smart man, isn't he?" the young blonde commented on her new boyfriend. 

"Yes, he is.  Judging by his taste in women… I'd say he's definitely clever.  So, I take it you're happy?" Shane asked rhetorically. 

"Yeah, I really am.  For the first time I awhile… I really am," Britney answered, smiling and waving as Kurt and Mark walked by.  Her smile grew wider as she saw Kurt turn back, winking at her and mouthing, "Congratulations."  She shook her head, turning her attention back to Shane as he spoke. 

"Hey, you don't know how happy I am to hear that.  Take my advice, Brit, and stick with Adam… he's a good guy." 

"Oh, I plan on it," she told him truthfully. 

The boss's son sighed, "Alright, I have to get back to work now.  I just wanted to call and tell you that I'm so happy for you.  Be careful… and be good." 

"Yes dad.  Seriously Shane, thanks.  I'll talk to you later," Britney said. 

"Bye kid, I love you," he said, and then hung up.  Britney leaned back and sighed at how casually her big cousin threw out the term "I love you."  If only she could say that to Adam.  It'll take time, but it'll happen… and it will be totally worth it.

LOCKERROOM

    Brock sat outside the locker room, resting his head on the wall. 

"Yo," a gruff voice called to him, catching his attention.  The man sighed as Brock pulled him into a storage closet for "privacy measures." 

"Hey man," Brock said, "what did you find out?" 

"Well man, it's confirmed.  Adam Copeland and Britney McMahon are officially a couple," he told him. 

"Shit!" Brock exclaimed.  He'd dreaded this moment coming since the day he joined the company and Paul Heyman had told him about the two of them. 

"Man… goddamn it!  What the fuck happened?!" Lesnar demanded, face reddening with anger.  "Well, I… I'm not sure," the other man said warily. 

"WELL WHAT… what do you mean?" Brock asked, catching himself and lowering his voice.  The other man sighed, this kid really was such a brat.  Still, he was working for him, so he really had no choice but to go along with the little bastard. 

"Well, I didn't want to actually go ON the beach… I thought they might see me…"

'I can't believe I'm sitting in a dark stairwell and midnight on a fucking lookout,' the man thought as he kicked a small rock across the floor.  He was amazed that he was still doing favors for that damn kid.  But hey, Brock was paying him… and in the end, this would all work for his benefit.  But the way this whole scheme was going, it could take years before they even did anything.  Suddenly, he heard the lobby door open and laughter emerged.  The muscular man jumped, trying to scramble for a hiding place.  He knew Britney and Adam would take the stairs, as their room was only on the fourth floor of the twelve-story hotel.  As big as he was, it was nearly impossible for him to find a spot to hide in.  Finally, he managed to get behind some luggage carts and boxes and was extremely difficult to notice in the dim-lighted area.  Sure enough, when the doors opened, in walked Adam and Britney, hand in hand.  The man rolled his eyes as Adam stopped Britney, cupping her face in his hands and looking intensely into her deep blue eyes.  Warm smiles crossed their faces as they pulled each other closer.  The whole lovey dovey scene was making the man crouched in the corner feel sick to his stomach.  He thought for sure he was losing his lunch and dinner and they gently, slowly, and deeply kissed.  Rolling his eyes again, he rested back, closing his eyes.  Guess I can tell Brock that they're together.  After they disappeared up the stairs, the man shifted out of the uncomfortable position.

"And?" Brock asked in a demanding tone. 

The man snickered ruefully, "AND… he probably took her up to their room and spent the rest of the night awake!"  Brock obviously did not see the humor in the situation. 

"Well than why the hell didn't you follow them?!" he cried angrily.  His friend shook his head.

"For what?!  So I could LISTEN to him fuck her?  Oh, hell no.  Listen kid, I got into this for a reason… and so far, we have done NOTHING but baby-sit Adam and your stupid ex-bitch!  I agreed to help you because you TOLD me we'd go after Jay and Stephanie too.  The ONLY reason I'm doing this is to get my hands on that bitch and her pretty little boyfriend for what they did to me!  You know, I really don't NEED the money you're paying me, Brock.  Maybe I should just stop helping you!" 

"Alright, alright!  We'll really kick everything into gear now.  We have to," Brock said, putting his hands up in retreat. 

"Good." 

With that said, Paul Levesque stood and exited the room.

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This was a short little part.  Okay, there wasn't really much mystery to that.  Oh well, it adds a little fun to the plot I guess.    Let me know what you think!