A/N: Okay, officially upset right now. Some chick is telling me how she's met all these wrestlers and I keep thinking about how lucky I am to be able to go to shows considering where I live. I seriously hate hearing about how all these people have meet these people that I love so much. Like I'm glad they've met them, but when's all my screaming, and money paying, and all that good shit gonna pay off?! It sucks so bad. Like I feel so pathetic because of how upset I am. I only wanna really meet two people. That's it. One I don't really expect to meet, Jeff Hardy. The other, Shane. Why am I not lucky enough to meet him? Like seriously, I'm not asking for much! It's not like I wanna go have dinner with the guy or something, ya know? I just want a picture and an autograph. Or just a picture would be good enough. It sucks so bad. Cause I know that I'm probably never gonna meet them. And then I have to sit here and listen to people tell me all these wonderful stories about people. And I just sit here and think about how happy I am that Shane e-mailed me back ONCE. I think I'm the most unlucky person ever. Really, nothing goes my way. I just want one thing, just one thing! I think I'm done ranting about how much I hate my life. I guess here's the next chapter, although I don't know why. Yeah, it's a "let's hate ourself" day. I'm having a lot those lately.

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I laid my towel on the white sand of Daytona Beach and pulled my sunglasses over my eyes as the sun reflected off the warm ocean water. The beach was fairly empty since it was only about 75 outside, but I can't go to Florida without visiting the beach. I only had about an hour to relax before the house show that nite. It was weird, I looked at Shane as he set a towel down next to mine and thought about how he should be Jeff. Since Jeff was the one that always went to the beach with me. I glanced down at my left hand and smiled seeing the prism reflection from my engagement ring. It had been about 3 weeks since the nite Jeff proposed to me and I still couldn't get over the fact that I was getting married. Since then I had been planning the wedding whenever I wasn't wrestling or singing. I slid my red board shorts off and pulled my white billabong tank top off. Shane looked over at me and wiggled his eye brows catching the site of me in my brand new blue flames bikini. I rolled my eyes and settled myself on my towel, pulling out my wedding notebook.

"Do you ever take a break from planning this wedding?" he asked.

"Nope, I don't. It's supposed to be the most magical day of my life and I'm gonna see to it that it is," I smiled.

"So what are your plans so far?"

"Well, Amy's obviously my maid of honor. I think she's doing more planning than I am!" I laughed. "Jessy, Nora, Trish, and Crystal are gonna be the other bridesmaids. Then the ushers will be Matt as best man, Shannon, you, Jesse, and Adam."

"Ah, now here's a big question, who's going to give you away?"

"I've been really thinking about this one. I mean it should be someone from my family, right? But I don't want, well, you know. So I was thinking about Melanie and Dad."

"Gil?"

"No, Mark."

"You know, he's so proud that you're getting married. He's been so happy and excited since Jeff asked you. I've never seen him like this. He's even become somewhat of an inspirational speaker. He's better than Chris Benoit!" Shane laughed.

"Yeah, that's Dad. I just hope he'll do it."

"He will, I'm positive." Shane looked out at the ocean and sighed. "So, um, what about a place? Have you guys decided on that?"

"Yeah, there's this field behind Jeff's house. And there's a lake there and our bench is there. We go there to think and to get away from it all. So we want to have it there."

"How come I've never heard of this place?"

"Well, only three people know about it. Me, Jeff, and Beth. It's very private. You remember when we came back from Amy's funeral and I disappeared for hours?"

"Yeah, I remember that."

"Well, I went there. It was the only place I could think of to go. So we decided that we want the wedding to happen there and the reception to be at the house," I answered.

"That's cool. Decided on dresses?"

"No, haven't really had much time to look. I know the colors are gonna be black, blue, and silver. That I know."

"Black?"

"Yeah, black. It was either that or purple."

"Black is good," Shane laughed.

"Thank you for coming to the beach with me. Usually it's Jeff that goes with me."

"I know. You really miss him don't you?"

"More than anything in this world. I talk to him everynite on the phone, but it's just not the same as being able to look at him, touch him, ya know? Three weeks, and I haven't seen him once. It's so hard."

"I know. It'll get easier."

"You think so? Or will it get worse once he starts to get this music thing off the ground?"

"You really hate that he's gone."

"Yeah, I hate it. It's horrible," I said feeling tears form behind my eyes.

"Does he know how you feel?"

"No, I can't tell him. He thinks I understand. And I mean I do, but I don't at the same time. I know it doesn't make any sense, but that's how I feel."

"It does make sense. Cause I know if you all of a sudden decided to quit I would be quite upset."

"Can we not talk about this?"

"Yeah, sure. No problem. Let's talk about Mystic Angel."

"Oh gees, we go from bad to worse!" I laughed slipping my notebook into my bag.

"Sean O'Haire?"

"Yeah, Sean. I think it'll be cool. I'm not gonna be the baby face anymore. I'll be neutral. Definitely not goin for the heel shit again. That sucked. I think it'll be cool though. Don't you?"

"I don't know. He's just, evil."

"Yeah, he's evil, but that's what makes him so irresistible."

"Yeah, okay," he laughed. "I was thinking about sleeping arrangements."

"Sleeping arrangements?"

"Yeah, I mean you're all by yourself now. What about starting to get connected rooms? You and me?"

"Um, I don't know Shane, wouldn't that be kinda weird?"

"Weird? Why would it be weird?"

"Well, I don't know. I suppose we could try it. It might be nice to have someone next to me for a change. I wouldn't be as lonely."

"Right, so it's settled, tonite we'll see about switching rooms," he smiled. I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind, but shook my head when I realized his mind was filled with nothing but cobwebs and naked women.

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"Hey, Mystic Angel." I turned looked over my shoulder from my seat on one of the equipment cases and a small smile grew on my face. Sean O' Haire was walking towards me, his hair just as wild as ever. He had on his clothes for wrestling, complete with the black pleather trench coat. He stood in front of me and gave me that evil smile as he stroked his goatee.

"Sean, what can I do for you?" I asked.

"Well, I've been waiting for the right time to ask you this, and now seems like as good a time as any considering Bad Religion has broken up and you are currently by yourself. How would you like to start accompanying me to the ring during my matches?" he asked.

"You mean as a valet?!" I asked with a laugh as I jumped off the case.

"Yeah, as my valet and manager," he answered crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, his smile still intact.

"Now why would you pick me out of all the other Diva's here?" I asked curiously crossing my arms as well.

"Well, I've been watching you for awhile now and I like your style, Angel. Besides, we've both got this whole flames thing going for us," he joked.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't do valeting," I replied as I started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.

"You valeted for Jeff Hardy, Shane Helms, Matt Hardy, Shannon Moore, and Chris Jericho. Why would valeting for me be any different?" he asked letting my arm go.

"I wasn't their valet. I was their partner. There's a BIG difference. I'm not going to prance around the ring and look pretty for the crowd. That's not who I am. And if you've been watching me then you'd know that." With those words I walked away.

"Good luck with your match against Victoria tonite!" he called after me. I waved him off and he stood there watching me walk away stroking his goatee once again.

"Well, looks like Sean O' Haire, the new Intercontinental Champion, wants Angel on his side Tazz. What do you think about that?" Cole asked.

"I think it'd be very wise of her to take this offer. Sean's a strong competitor and I certainly wouldn't want him on my bad side," Tazz replied as my music hit. "Speak of the devil, er, Angel."

"The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Cameron, North Carolina. She's the WWE Cruiserweight Champion, Mystic Angel!" I stood in the ring and played with the Jeff Hardy necklace I wore. As Victoria walked down the ramp I ripped off my Mystic Angel t-shirt and threw it into the crowd. She slid into the ring and I was ready with a drop kick. The bell rang and we were both up. We stared at each other until she reached out and slapped me. My head whipped to the side and I rubbed my cheek. I shook my head at her and pushed her roughly. She pushed me back and I went for a spear. She hit the mat and I started a series of punches to her face. The ref stopped me and I pulled her up. I grabbed her arm and whipped her into the ropes. She came back at me and I grabbed her arm and wrenched it back. She tapped her shoulder and winced in pain. She started hitting me with elbows to the head. I broke the hold and she bounced off the ropes and hit me with her shoulder. I hit the mat and she was on top of me in an instant, punching me like I had done to her. She stopped and did a leg drop, going for the cover right after. I kicked out but she had the offensive. She pulled me up and scoop suplexed me, pinning me once again. Still I kicked out. She put me into a sleeper hold, but I didn't last long in that when I backed her up into the turnbuckle. I turned around and lifted her up ready for a superplex. We both hit the mat and laid motionless while the ref counted. She was the first up. She pulled me to my feet and set me up for the Widow's Peak when there was a large cheer from the crowd. Suddenly she dropped me and she laid on the mat while the ref backed someone out of the ring. I looked around, but decided on going for the cover instead of worrying about my helper. I heard my music and stood up. Looking towards the ramp. Sean stood there with the same grin he always has, nodding his head. I glared at him, not positive what to think about the situation as he walked to the back.

"What does this mean? Will Angel return the favor? Or will she just forget this ever happened? Do you think Sean will make her repay him?" Cole asked.

"No one knows. I guess we'll just have to wait and find out," Tazz replied.

"That was one crappy match," I laughed as I grabbed a towel out of my bag.

"It wasn't that bad," Amy said stretching for her tag match with Matt against Trish and Val Venis.

"So are you staying with Shane tonite?" Amy asked.

"Not staying with him, NEXT to him. We've had this arrangement for a week now and you're still asking me about it?" I laughed taking a sip of water.

"It's just all kinda weird. I mean he's your ex!" she said.

"Yeah, my ex and I'm engaged to the most wonderful guy in the world!" I smiled.

"Second most wonderful guy," she smirked.

"Matt is so NOT the most wonderful guy!" I argued placing my hands on my hips as she stood.

"Oh yeah?" she exclaimed getting in my face.

"Yeah!" I yelled back.

"Okay, you two do realize who you're fighting over right?" Trish asked.

"Oh, right, Matt. Hmm," Amy said seriously before breaking out laughing. I shook my head and laughed with her before grabbing my stuff and going into the shower.

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I laid in the bed as the thunderstorm worsened. I hadn't gotten over my fear of thunderstorms and I hated that. I gripped onto the kangaroo Shane had given me years before. I wished with everything that I had, that Jeff was there holding me tightly, telling me I was fine and safe. But he wasn't. He was miles and miles away. After thinking about what to do, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep without feeling protection of some sort, I decided to get out of bed and see Shane in the next room. It was early in the morning, about 2, and I knew he'd be sound asleep, or at least I thought he would be. I opened the door between our rooms and quietly walked into the dark room, the only light being from the lightening outside. I hugged the kangaroo and bit on my lip, looking him over.

"What's the matter?" I heard him ask me tiredly. "Angel, what's got you looking like a lost little girl?" I looked down at myself, wearing the oversized Green Lantern t-shirt he gave me and a pair of shorts that the shirt covered. My 6th year old look was complete with the kangaroo in my arms.

"Um, thunderstorm," I said shyly.

I saw him smile in the darkness and lower the sheets for me to get in with him. I nodded and climbed in next to him. He turned over so we were back to back and I laughed.

"What?" he asked.

"I've got to get you to start wearing at least underwear when you sleep!" Those were the last words spoken before we both fell asleep. Although, not much after that, I felt him drape his arm over me.