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Chapter 1:



Becky quickly got dressed for work, this day like so many others, she was late. She didn't work at some big corporation, but a small coffee shop in the middle of the town where she lived. Although her boss was a kindly old man that really didn't mind if she was on time or not, Becky hated to be late. If it wasn't for those damn dreams she always had she may actually be to work on time. Every night they would plague her, causing her to get little or no sleep at all.

Grabbing her purse and keys, bidding her cat Frodo good-bye, she ran out the door. With breakneck speed she made it to the shop in 15 minutes, which was a new record for her. Becky pulled her coat tightly around her body and ventured out of her nice warm car and into the bitter cold morning.

"Sorry Im late Mr. McDonnell!" Becky shouted as soon as she opened the door and saw the owner taking orders.

"It's all right m'dear, just get an apron on and start takin orders!" His Scottish accent blended in perfectly with the surroundings of the coffee house. Mr. McDonnell came over from Scotland at least 3 years ago and opened up the coffee house where Becky now worked.

Becky threw her things down in the back and walked out into the busy shop, ready to take orders. As she pasted the counter Becky saw one of her best friends filling cup after cup of coffee.

"Hey Lyndsey!" She shouted to her busy friend.

"Hey B!!!" She greeted, "You ready for tonight?" she asked placing 3 full cups on a tray.

"Yep!" Becky said tying her apron behind her. That night Smackdown was coming to their town. "What can I get for ya?" She asked the person sitting behind a newspaper, while fiddling with her notebook ready to take the person's order.

"Ya, I would like a vanilla flavored coffee with a side of John Cena's strudel." Becky laughed loudly as she realized who the mysterious costumer was, it was her other best friend Stephy.

"I take it your really missin John huh?" Becky asked, writing down her order minus John's strudel.

"Oh yeah, I can't wait till after the show. If you hear some man cry out rape then don't worry it's just me and John." Becky laughed at her friends henti mind. Stephy and John had been going out for quite some time now, as long as Becky had known her anyway. "So are you ready to see Matt again?" Stephy asked Becky who had an evil looking scowl on her face.

"No! It would never bother me if I never saw that asshole again!!!" Becky shouted, walking away from a giggling Stephy. For some reason Becky and Matt Hardy never go along. Stephy introduced them after a show and with in the first 5 minutes of getting to know each other Matt had succeeded in pissing Becky off to the point where she was seeing red.

The rest of the day at the shop went uneventful, after their replacements came in, Becky and Lyndsey went back to the apartment they shared, along with Stephy and got ready. When they got there Stephy was already ready to go.

"Anxious are we?" Lyndsey asked Stephy who was chewing on her thumb nail and tapping her foot on the coffee table

"Just a little, can you two hurry up so we can go PLEASE!!!" Stephy shouted at her friends. Becky and Lyndsey hurriedly got ready then around 5 o'clock went to the arena, of course immediately going backstage. Stephy virtually ran her way through the halls looking for John's locker room. Once she found it she turned back to Becky and Lyndsey, raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner then went inside without knocking.

"Guess we wont be seeing them for a while" Becky joked and quickly walked by John's locker room trying to hear the suggestive noises that came from within. Lyndsey and Becky walked around backstage for a few more minutes until they came across Shannon Moore, Lyndsey and Shannon were dating but they were nothing like John and Stephy. As always not far away from Shannon was Matt Hardy, who smiled broadly when he saw Becky roll her eyes in frustration.

**Oh boy this should be fun** He thought at he approached the small group of people.