Authors Note Hi. Yeah, me again. This story kind of kicked me in the ass one night while I was sitting in my room watching TNA, so I figured I'd try it on y'all and see what you think. I already have chapter two done, and am going to start work on chapter three later tonight. I guess that's enough babbling for now...enjoy Heather

I watched him from across the Asylum talking to AJ Styles. He was smiling and laughing and looked absolutely gorgeous. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. If anyone else heard me talking like this about my best friend they'd die. I'm not supposed to say those things about him. We share hotel rooms, insults, bruises, drinks. I knew he didn't feel the same way about me though. He had a beautiful girlfriend back in Detroit. I was just his best friend. And besides, I had a new conquest every week. I wasn't the one who on their days off was supposed to go home to a nice suburban house with the picket fence and perfect family. That was him, the family thing was his dream. I was just living the life. The life of a pro wrestler. The life we both wanted, but just wanted different backgrounds for.

I stood up, realizing that it was about time to go get ready for my match. He glanced over at me now standing and parted from AJ, walking over to me.

" Where ya goin'?" he asked, standing in front of me. I smiled at his tone of voice and pointed to the back. " Oh, so your not going to talk to me today, is that it?" I smile wider and nod, deciding to play his little game.

" Fine, two can play this game. I just won't talk to you either." he said.

" Bullshit." Frankie Kazarian sneezed from beside us. " We couldn't keep you quiet if we tried Sabin. You're too hyped up on caffeine." he said. I nodded again which promptly led to a smack from Chris, still standing in front of me.

" Okay, you may have a point, but I just said I won't talk to a certain someone standing in front of me, not to anybody." he said, smiling.

" Technicalities." Frankie said chuckling as he got up and made his way to the back.

" Yeah, well I better go. I'll catch you later." he said. I laughed, knowing that he couldn't not talk to me.

" I thought you weren't going to talk to me?"

" Oh fuck off." he said smiling, stomping away. I shook my head. I stood there and just thought about how empty my life would be without him. I knew I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. Nobody could know that I, Alex Shelley was in love with my best friend Chris Sabin.

Authors note part 2: Hello my friends out there in Internet world. I'm back after a decent sized absence. The two (actually three, if you count Frankie Kazarian) above mentioned wrestlers are all real and belong to themselves or NWA-TNA. I make no money off of them or this, so don't sue me please and I also make no claims as to their true sexual preference or anything of that nature. I highly suggest that if you don't know who these absolutely delectable men are that you go to (you'll have to copy and paste, forgive me) and click on their names, I promise (or at least hope) you won't be disappointed. TTFN heather