"Baby… wake up."

"Hey there, party animal. How ya feeling?"

"Better. My head is still hurting slightly, but nothing like a while ago."

"Good. You need me to get you some more ibuprofen?"

"There is some Sprite in the refrigerator too. Hey Scott?"

"Yea boo?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. But it is only the beginning of me paying you back for all those nights you helped me."

"I helped and will still continue to do so because I want to. Not because I have to."

"I know. Be right back."

I cannot believe last night even happened. After all I had dealt with as far as my childhood and Scott, I still decided the way to forget about my problems was to drink. I am not exactly sure how things stand with Scott. Although we finally admitted to ourselves, not as much as everyone else, that we loved each other, I couldn't help but wonder where we went from there. On top of that, there was the other matter of explaining to Scott the fact that I was going to work for Vince whether he liked it or not. I hoped by some act of God he would be supportive, but then again luck hasn't been in my favor lately now has it? I must have spaced out into my own little world because the next thing I know, Scott is turning my head to face his, and waving his other hand in front of it trying to obtain my attention.

"What? I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"Where were you just then? What was going on in that beautiful head?"

"Stuff."

"OK, no secrets. You've seen where the last ones got us."

"Baby, we need to talk about a lot of stuff."

"You feel like talkin' now?"

"Might as well because I have a feeling that I'd have a pretty good size headache by the time we were finished anyhow."

"Aw, man."

"Yea, 'aw man' is about accurate. What are we going to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"You think I would ask if I had a clue. Sorry if my mind doesn't process information that quickly. The Corona didn't help. This is the first time I have been in a situation like this. Especially with my best friend."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why didn't you ever date anyone else? I know there was someone in high school that wanted to date you."

"I didn't want to date anyone. The one person I did was, let's just say otherwise occupied and unavailable to provide his services."

"I probably know the answer to this but go ahead and fill me in anyways."

"From day one baby, the only one I have ever wanted was you. You're it for me. Even after I tried to convince myself it was wrong to feel what I felt, and try and move on, I got sucked back in. Excuse the comparison, but do you realize how much of an addiction you are for me? You're my alcohol Scott."

"Damn chica. I don't know what to say."

"I understand. I threw you a curve ball. I didn't exactly expect you to knock it out of the park."

"Well, I've got an idea. Not sure how you'd handle it though. How about you and me actually give this thing a go?"

"Baby, as much as I would love it, I really don't think we should."

"OK You're confusing me here Lulu."

"There is nothing more I would love than to see you."

"So what's the problem?"

"There is no way I am going to come between you and getting those kids away from her. Scott you know she is going to use all the ammo she can come up with. If this, us, were to happen she'd use it for all that it was worth."

"You're right, and there is no way in hell that I'm letting you get dragged into it."

"Let me choose my battles okay? Besides I'll be there to support you, but other than that you are on your own."

"OK, I can accept that on one condition. That you agree to go out on a date with me the night the divorce becomes final."

"I think I could fit that into my schedule. Just let me know when."

"Yea, like you're gonna have so many things planned. Where you plan on going huh?"

"That's the next thing that I want to talk to you about."

"Just please don't tell me…"

"I want to go work for Vince. No, rephrase that. I need to go work for Vince."

"We've already discussed it. I don't want you working there."

"I've already told you that I live my life. I'm being offered a wonderful opportunity here. Vince has been after me to commit to work for him since I was 16 years old. It's something I've wanted to do since the moment he asked me. The only thing standing in the way was the promise I made to the judge and Kevin that I would finish school."

"I hope you plan on going to college."

"Actually, that is part of the whole thing. I work for Vince 3 days a week, and I go to school part time beginning this fall. All my expenses are paid for."

"Let me guess, by Vince."

"No. What my scholarship does not pick up, Vince will. That was his choice. If it came down to it though, I would pay for it. Since one of the normal requirements for this job is to have a BA in Communications and/or Public Relations, those are going to be my majors."

"Wait a minute. You're going to be working and pulling double majors at school? You are going to kill yourself."

"I do admit I will be stretched pretty thin, but in the end, it will be worth it. I think so anyhow."

"Why can't you go to college, double major, then go to work for him. Can't you take time to enjoy life?"

"All of my life I have been the overachiever. The one who was able to make it on her own without anyone's help. Keeping a full-time job, graduating valedictorian. Scott, there has never been a time since momma died that I haven't been stretched thin. I wouldn't know how to act if I wasn't. In some strange odd way, I have come to rely on it. It's my security blanket."

"Sweetheart I understand. But why can't you just take a little time for you? Sit around, take a year off maybe?"

"Absolutely not. Baby, I don't understand why you can't just support me on this! Believe me, I am not asking for your permission. I had decided before yesterday that I was going to take that job. However, I knew it would be a lot better for you to actually like the idea of me doing what I want to do. You said so yourself. The only reason you went to WCW was because of the money! If Vince had offered you and Kevin more money, you both would have stayed. Did you not say that?"

"Yea. We did."

"So what's the problem here?"

"You're going to do what you want to anyhow, but it doesn't mean that I have to like it."

"There is no way I am working for Turner. Don't get me wrong; Eric is a great guy, cool dude to be around. But when it comes to business, he relies on Turner for a lot of his decisions. That asshole is nothing but ruthless. I want to work for someone who actually has a little bit of heart. You act like me taking this job from Vince is going to mean that I appear on RAW next week kicking Rena's ass. As much as I'd like to for her part in breaking up Michael and Julie, it just won't happen that way. Believe me; if or when I decide to make that next step, I'll come to the best. I just wonder if Mark will teach me how to do the last ride on someone."

"Uh-huh, you know where you better come. I don't think Vince would take too kindly to the entire NWO taking over his locker room because you went to Marky for wrestling lessons."

"We're getting off of the point here. I am going to bottom line this for you. I am going to work for Vince. You can choose to be supportive or not. I would rather go to Connecticut knowing you are behind me, but I am prepared to do it without you."

"Right now, I can't give that to you. I am sorry. I truly am."

"That's fine. I can accept it. Just realize it doesn't change how I feel about you."