A/N: Okay, plug time. I just got back from the opening nite of a really good movie with my friend, Amy. I suggest you all go out and see Underworld. It's really good. Some of the fight scenes are really good and there's quite a few hotties. And to Kelly, Randy and Casey aren't going to be a long time thing. You'll see what I mean. And I believe people had a probably with it in Runaway too. So you're not the only one that doesn't like them together. Oh, and I'm the lucky person to get a fuckin online stalker. The damn asshole just keeps making up new screen names to harass me with. lol But anyways, here's the next chapter.

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"Oh no. I know that look," Trish said as I threw my wrestling gear into my bag after a long nite.

"What look?" I asked looking up at her.

"That's the look you get when you're gonna break someone's heart," she replied crossing her arms.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Case, you're gonna break up with Randy tonite, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes, alright, I'm breaking up with Randy tonite," I sighed.

"Well, that's been like a record for you lately, a whole month and a half," she joked.

"He just freaked me out okay? He told me he loved me last nite while we were having sex," I said. "And I'm not ready for someone to love me again."

"Unless that someone is Jeff, right?" she asked.

"Well, yeah. Remember when I got that God awful concussion and had to go home to nurse it?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I was bored one day and went out driving. Somehow I ended up at Jeff's. Well, before I left he kissed me. And I mean he KISSED me."

"I told you that you should have kept yourself available for him."

"Yeah, he told me that too," I muttered as we walked out of the locker room together. We walked down the hall together and met Randy by the men's locker room.

"I'll see you later," Trish smiled at me as she quickly hurried off. Randy shook his head at her and leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head and he kissed my cheek.

"Are you alright?" he asked curiously. I looked up at him and sighed. "Uh-oh, I don't think I like this."

"Randy, I'm not ready to be in a serious commitment. Randy, you're a great guy and deserve someone better than me," I said.

"But I want you," he stated.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this," I replied.

"I figured this would come sooner or later. You're just too hung up on Jeff to be with anyone else right now," he said. "I wish you'd change your mind, but I understand."

"You do? You don't hate me?"

He smiled at me and held my hands. "Nah, I can't be mad at you anymore. I love you too much for that."

"Thanks," I smiled reaching up to kiss him quickly. "I'm gonna go see if I can catch a ride with Shane. I'll see you Saturday."

"Yeah, bye Case," he said watching me run off.

"You broke up with him already?" Shane asked as I caught up to him at the car.

"How'd you know that?" I asked as he took my bag from me. He pointed to his head and smiled. "Ah, yes, you're wonderful mind reading abilities."

"That's right. You seem to underestimate them," he joked opening the car door for me. "You didn't even give him a chance."

"Shane, I gave him as much of a chance as I could. I'm too in love with Jeff. You know that, he knows that, EVERYONE knows that," I said as I watched the street lights whirl by the car.

"What's it going to take for you to get over Jeff?"

"I don't think I'll ever get over him."

"What's it gonna take to get him back?"

"Another question I don't have an answer for."

"Well, Angel, I think you better do something soon, cause frankly, you're depressing Mo."

"Oh gees, how can you tell?"

"Instead of his normal meow, he yelps," Shane said. "Such a sad thing to happen to a cat." I laughed at him and rested my head against the window. "I'll wake you in a few hours when we get home."

"Uh-huh," I yawned falling asleep fairly fast.

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I threw my keys on the table in the kitchen late the next nite. I had just gotten back from Crystal and Shannon's baby sitting, Willow. Shane was home, which was quite unusual since it was only midnite, and he had a tendency to stay out late hunting for chicks. I started to walk by the living room and I heard loud familiar moans coming from inside. I gave a disgusted cringe to no one as I started to walk by, but I couldn't stop myself from looking inside. The only light in the room was coming from the tv, and there was no one in there. I heard the bathroom door open and saw Shane walk out of it in a pair of boxers. My eyes grew wide as I started to place the moans of ecstasy. I ran into the living room and covered my mouth in horror when I saw the two people on the tv.

"Now, Case, don't get mad," Shane said walking in after me.

"SHANE!" I screeched pointing to the tv.

"I just, I didn't, but, oh shit," he stumbled scratching his head.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed at him rushing to turn the tv off.

"I found it and thought it was one of my cartoon tapes. Honest," he said.

"Shane, I thought you got rid of those tapes!" I exclaimed, red with anger, as I hit the eject button.

"I know, but I couldn't destroy them. I'm sorry," he sighed.

"Shane, if anyone saw these tapes I would be mortified!! The only reason I allowed you to tape us was because you said you'd destroy the evidence right away!"

"I know, but I couldn't! They're, they're."

"They're UGH!" I spat running outside. He followed me closely.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I stood at the edge of the pool, leaves floating on top of the water. I smiled at him before dropping into the water. "NOOOO!!!" he cried making a diving leap for it. He caught it and somehow kept it above the water as he splashed into it. He climbed out, water dripping off of him, his boxers left floating in the pool.

I crossed my arms and stared at him. "Why the hell do you want to keep it?!"

"Because they remind me of what we once had," he said softly walking by me.

"Um, Shane," I said noticing he was naked.

"No, Case, just leave me alone, alright?" he requested walking towards his car.

"No, Shane, you lost."

"I'll be back sometime," he called to me.

"SHANE!!! YOU LOST YOUR BOXERS!" I yelled after him as he drove out of sight. I stood at the end of the driveway laughing hysterically before I started to get mad again. "He took the damn tape with him! Man was I stupid to let him tape us having sex! I should have known better! I'm now a fuckin porn slut!" I slapped my hand to my forehead and started up the driveway. I heard squealing tires behind me and I turned to see Shane jump out of the car. He held the tape over him and ran to the pool. I laughed, thinking how something like this could only possibly happen in movies.

"You let me get in that car naked?!" he yelled at me, pulling on the soaking wet fabric.

"Hey, I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen to anything I had to say," I smiled.

"Well, I almost walked into my brother's house naked!" he exclaimed standing in front of me, watching me laugh. "Oh, I'm so glad I could amuse you."

"Me too. Thanks for the entertainment," I said. He glared at me before storming off into the house. I followed him up to his room and stood in the doorway as he changed in his closet. "Hey, this is punishment for keeping that tape and watching it."

"Like I said, I thought it was one of my cartoon tapes," he replied.

"Well, why'd you continue watching it, instead of turning it off when you realized what it was?" I asked sitting on his bed, almost slipping off from the satin sheets.

"Because," he responded.

"Because is not a reason," I pointed out.

"Well, it's my reason and I'm sticking with it. It's better than I plead the fifth, isn't it?" he asked walking out of his closet with his arms crossed.

"Not much," I smiled sarcastically.

"Anyways, how's Willow?" he asked changing the subject as I followed him down the stairs.

"She's fine. Just as wild as her father and mother," I smiled.

"I'm sure she is," he sighed.

"What are you doing home? Isn't it your hunting hours?" I asked as we sat on the couch, him flipping through the channels.

"Yeah, well, I think I'm gonna give it a break for a while, ya know? Just lounge out," he replied.

"That doesn't sound like the Shane Helms I know," I said looking over at him as he slouched down on the couch, making it so I could lay down on him, my head on his chest.

"Yeah, well, this is the new and improved Shane Helms," he chuckled.

"Hmm, there's something more to this that you're not telling me, but I suppose I'm not gonna get it out of you, huh?"

"Nope," he replied twisting his fingers in my hair. "Not tonite anyways."

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"Casey, can I talk to you for a second?" John asked as I stood in the hall talking to Nora and Chris Nowinski.

"Um, sure," I said as he pulled me away from the couple. I looked up at his curious face and smiled. "What's up?"

"Why'd you break up with Randy?" he asked in a demanding way.

"It wasn't working out."

"Bull shit."

"No it's not. I'm not ready for a commitment and even if I was, I don't think Randy's the guy I want to be in a committed relationship with."

"So basically you broke up with him because of Jeff Hardy," John said crossing his large arms over his chest.

"Basically," I muttered looking to the floor.

"There's more to this, what is it?"

"Nothing, never mind okay?" I replied roughly.

"Oh my God. You broke up with him because of me, didn't you?!" he exclaimed.

"Don't flatter yourself John. I did no such thing," I lied unable to look at his face fearing he may be able to tell.

"You did! Why would you do such a thing?!"

"Because us being together was tearing the two of you apart. And you two have been friends since you both came into the business. I didn't want to be the bitch that broke you two up!"

"Ya know what? Randy really loved you. I could have gotten over the fact you two were together."

"Could you?"

"Yeah, I could have. But you never gave me or him a chance. And that kinda pisses me off."

"Whatever John. I was just trying to save our friendships. No one is worth losing your best friend for," I remarked walking off to the women's locker room. "Well this should make for an interesting match."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Trish asked.

"Well, I have a match against John tonite for the Intercontinental title. But we're both pissed at each other," I replied pulling my boots out of my bag. A card fell to the floor as I pulled them out.

"Hey, aren't those the first boots we got you?" Trish asked.

"Yeah, they are, cause I forgot my new ones at home, but what's with the card?" I asked picking it up. She sat on the bench next to me and smiled as I read it out loud.

"Dear Case. We couldn't be happier about you being in our lives. You're part of the family, always will be. We're very proud of how far you have come in your training and know you'll go all the way today! Just remember that we're always there for you, no matter what. YOU DON'T HAVE TO RUNAWAY EVER AGAIN! This is your HOME, with US. PLEASE DON'T LEAVE US EVER! Love always, Jeff, Matt, Amy, and Trish."

"That's the card we gave you with the gift," Trish frowned. But we didn't write it like that."

"I know, I remember that card. I have it by my bed," I said.

"So what's this one all about?" she asked.

"I wish I knew," I replied flipping the card over. "Oh man. Trish look."

"Jeff," she said. "Oh wow."

"Hey, can Shannon and I come in girls?" Shane asked knocking on the door.

"Yeah, please do!" I exclaimed. They both walked in smiling, setting down bags of subway for us to eat before the show. I held up the card to Shane and Shannon. "What do you guys know about this?"

"Isn't that the card that's framed by your bed?" Shane asked. I nodded.

"Um, I think I hear my cell phone ringing," Shannon said trying to sneak out of the room, but Trish pulled him back.

"Shannon, what the hell is the meaning of this?" I exclaimed.

"Did you read the back?" he sighed.

"No, I saw Jeff's name and decided I didn't really want to," I replied.

"Read it," he said.

"Dear Casey. Do remember that day that you got your contract and the boots? Who was there by your side? Me. Who wasn't there? Shane. Think about it? I miss you not being by my side. You must miss me, even just a little bit? Well, anyways, I just wanted to give you a new copy of the card we gave you that day. Just to remind you that you don't have to run away. Especially when things get tough or difficult. I'll always be by your side. I love you. Who else can say that as deeply as I mean it? I doubt anyone can. When you get home, call me. I have a proposition for you. Love always deeply, Jeff."

"Shannon, how did this get in my bag?" I asked close to tears.

He bit on his lip and softly replied, "I did it."

"YOU?! You fuckin traitor!" I exclaimed.

"Traitor?! I've been doing everything in my power to make sure I'm nothing but neutral to the two of you! Do you know how hard that is?! Well let me tell you! I love you both equally as much. It's hard to not lean one way or the other. It's hard to be put between the best friend you've had most of your life and the girl who's like a sister to you. I can't handle this shit anymore! I had to do something! I figured if nothing else, the card might get you two talking again," he explained.

"Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to talk to him again?" I asked.

"No, because I know you do," he replied.

"And how do you know that?" I asked.

He sighed and reached into my bag, pulling out the Amy Brown picture and the claddah ring Jeff had given me. "If you didn't want to talk to him again, you wouldn't keep things like this so close to you at all times." His answer made perfect sense and I hated him for that. How dare he think he knows me that well? More importantly, how dare he be right? I sat there on the bench watching everyone else eat their sandwiches and pondered everything that had happened. What was the proposition? What would Jeff truly have to say to me? And why would he tell me never to run away again? Why should he care so much? I guess all my questions would be answered in a week or so. The only bad thing was that I wasn't quite sure I wanted the answers.