A/N: How much do I love all of you! Thank you so much for all the loevly reviews! You really are making writing this more enjoyable! Anyway, someone asked why Alex was lying to Randy, she's kinda scared, she doesn't want to be alone and knows Randy wants her, she doesn't want to lose that, even if she really doesn't want to be with him. that's probably confusing! Enjoy- Kiera

Chapter 8: Between You And Me

Torrie dropped the last, heavy box on the floor with a thud and streched her arms out wide.

"Even if that wasn't the last box, I wouldn't bring in anymore." She called to Alex, who was in the kitchen.

"You offered to help me move." She reminded her.

"Yeah, why was that?"

Torrie sat down on the box she'd just dropped and pulled a white cooler bag towards her, pulling out a bottle of water. She let her eyes wander around Alex's new appartment just as she came back into the room with two candle holders.

"You know you could of gotten a realyl big house." She pointed out.

"Why would I do that? It's just me."

"Maybe not for long."

Alex sat on the floor near Torrie and pulled a smaller box towards her. She opened it up and pulled out a stack of photograph frames which where immediatly snatched off her. The fisrt one was a black and white, and featured a man holding a baby. Torrie guessed it was Alex and her Dad, but didn't ask. She knew the whole backstory. She continued to flip through them. Alex with Cynthia, Alex backstage and finally Alex and John.

"Where are you going to put this?" She asked.

"In the box." Alex replied taking it from her hands and dropping it back where a small smash was emitted seconds later.

"You need to stop thinking about him." Torrie went on. She saw the flash in Alex's eyes when she'd seen the picture.

"Don't."

"Alex you've got Randy now. you can't go around wishing for something you can't have. If I can see it then so can everyone else, including Randy."

"Do you know what it's like trying to force yourself not to love someone?" Alex snapped, getting up from the floor and dusting down her jeans.

"No, but..."

"But nothing. You don't know so you can't say anything. You can't tell me what to do."

"You will get over him." Torrie said softly.

She prayed Torrie was right. She had to be, she couldn't keep doing this.

As he expected, the weight room was busy. Everyone seemed to be working out in groups of twos or threes and the occassional laugh would blast through the air. John wasn't in a sociable mood. He pulled his headphones up over his ears and jumped on an empty treadmill. He set the programme to hill run and began to feel a pull in his calf muscles. It wasn't long before he felt a tap on his arm and saw Kurt Angle next to him. John lowered his headphones.

"I need to talk to you about our match." Kurt said.

"Not now." John growled.

"Something on your mind?"

"Sort of."

"Wanna talk about it?"

John really didn't. But it didn't seem as thought Kurt wasn't going to give up. It seemed John didn't have to say anything at all, Kurt was talking again.

"It's her isn't it? Alex."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's obvious. Since you two broke up and she went off to Raw, you hardly say anything any more. We can all tell."

"She can't."

"That's because she's with someone else." Kurt went on. "You need to let her go. Let Alex have a life."

John hit the stop button hard with the flat of his hand and the treadmill ground to a halt.

"I can't. Not when I'm still in love with her."

Working out hadn't been such a good idea after all.