A/N: Remember this is no longer a joint authorship story. The writing style will be slightly different. Enjoy! Woooooo!

Chapter 2 (Finally!)

"Tomorrow," Celeste looked at the man who was quite a bit older than her.

"Is that a problem?"

"No," she paused momentarily. "No," she continued with a nervous laugh.

"So, will you go with me?"

"Sure, I'd love to. What did you have in mind," she pretended to be thrilled. She adored Adam's friendship and didn't want to make him mad at her.

"How about…" he said in his Canadian accent, "…going roller skating." He heard the all too familiar tapping of her foot that occurred when she was really thinking about something.

"It's just an idea… if you don't want to we can do something else."

"No it's fine… It's just that I haven't been on a pair of skates since I was about five. You may just have to help me," she trailed off wondering if had really been that long.

"That's no problem," Adam grinned slyly.

"Sounds good to me then," she paused for a moment. "Adam, have you got any clue why Dave would be talking to," she paused trying not to gag, "Trish?"

"No, I thought he hated her as much as you do…" The blonde man trailed off. He was floored. Dave had never liked her even before she tried to come on to him. The friends stood in silence for a moment contemplating the possibilities. A familiar voice broke the silence as well as their train of thought.

"Hey, junior, you tryin' to keep Pyre all to yourself or do I get to see her sometime today as well?"

"Hey Chris," Adam responded. He glared at the just as blonde man who was approaching.

"CJ where have you been… I was looking for you earlier. Did you see my match," the youngest of the three inquired.

"Yes, I did. It was great. Too bad the DDBBTH had to win," Chris responded using his nickname for the classless blonde. "It's really not fair that you are getting held back C," Chris said to the twenty-two year old.

"I don't think it is either," Adam said. He was starting in phase one of his plan to get the IC belt around his prospective girlfriend's waist.

"I really wouldn't mind if it wasn't for the fact that everyone knows I could easily beat her, but she always gets the win. It really pisses me off to know that creative knows she would have to cheat to beat me and they won't do a damn thing about it. If they don't have much faith in her then the audience can't either. Since even creative staff, though they are complete morons, seems to feel like I deserve it more; so shouldn't I be the one with the belt," the two blondes sat in complete and utter shock. They had never seen the red head rant like that. She was normally the one to brush it off or come up with some logical reason for the ordeals in life but not this time.

The door opened and through it came her closest friend in the industry. "David, what the hell were you doing talk to the nasty whore whose ability in the bedroom, not the ring, is the reason I can't get a title," she demanded continuing her rant.

Dave was shocked at his friend's question and her anger. It stopped him dead in his tracks. He had no clue how to answer her. She had never been this angry with anyone and he had never been on the receiving end of any her anger. He stood motionless. She shrieked at him then ran out of the room. Adam stood up and marched towards the big man. "What the hell were you doing around that whore? Answer me, now damn it!"

"I don't have to answer you. It's my choice who I hang out with," Dave snapped.

"Hey, ass clowns, would you please shut… the hell… up," Chris demanded. Adam and Dave glared at each other. Chris rolled his eyes then ran after his friend.

Chris found her in the women's locker room. "Hey, C can I come in?"

"Yeah," she responded through sobs, something she was not prone to in situations like this. She rarely ever let her emotions get to her.

"Honey," he said as he knelt down in front of her. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," she responded after a minute. She hated it when people saw her upset.

"Baby girl, you can talk to me. Anything you want to talk about will stay between you and me. I promise," Chris said as he took her hands in his own.

"CJ, I just don't get it."

"What don't you understand babe," he asked as he moved next to her on the bench still holding her hands.

"Why is it that I have worked so hard to get here and no one cares? Trish didn't have to work for anything she has. Why don't I have the title," the red head asked Chris with tears running down her cheeks. Chris wrapped his arms around her tightly holding her to him. He couldn't handle seeing her like this. He gently rubbed her back trying to calm her nerves.

"'Cause Trish is willing to degrade herself to get what she wants, you aren't. Besides, you are destined for much greater things that that piece of k-rap that Trish wears around her waist all the time," was his response and he knew it was true. She sighed and allowed herself to be pulled into his lap. The day had been rather trying for her. All she wanted was to be close to someone and forget about everything that had happened over the last 24 hours. He kissed the top of her head. He knew exactly how she felt even though she hadn't said a word.

Chris held the girl close to him for quite some time. He had no plans of letting go of her until she had calmed down again. After her sobs stopped he looked at her. "Would you like to stay with me tonight since things aren't exactly peachy with Dave," he asked her. She nodded into his shoulder. He picked her up and carried her into the men's locker room. He sat her down on a bench and began collecting his things.

"Pyre, you alright chick," Adam inquired upon entering the room. She nodded rubbing her eyes much like a small child who has cried and is ready to go to sleep. "Things were a bit brutal earlier. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Adam, she is fine," Chris said. He was becoming rather annoyed with the blonde.

"Is there anything I can do," Adam asked.

"Yes," Chris responded. "You can go get her bags and carry them to the rental. Then get yourself and Dave out there so we can get back to the hotel room and go to bed. The last person I want to see right now is him, but we're sharing a rental so I have to."

"Um, ok. We'll be waiting," Adam replied just before he darted down the hall. He wasn't used to seeing Celeste or Chris actually angry at anyone, let alone Dave. Chris quickly gathered the rest of his belongings and scooped up the girl. Luckily he'd chosen rolling luggage. He pulled it behind him and held the red head, who had her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. In this manner he made his way to the car; where, just as Adam had stated they would, they were. Chris slung his things into the trunk then set the girl inside the car. He quickly took his place beside her in the car. Dave and Adam glared at each other again before getting in the rental.

The ride back to the hotel was a quiet one. No one dared speak as they didn't care to hear the others yelling at them. The person who finally broke the silence was Chris. "Dave, C is gonna stay with me tonight. Adam will be joining you."

"Ok," Dave said as he looked in the rear view mirror. He still had not got over her yelling at him earlier in the day. He was kind of glad that she would not be sharing a room with him that night. He did not want to deal with the tension.

The group arrived at the hotel fifteen to twenty minutes later. While the others went up to their rooms, Adam remained in the lobby long enough to get his own room. He wasn't in the mood to stay with Dave after what had went down earlier in the day.

Chris and Celeste made their way to his room quietly. He fumbled for the key card for a moment but he managed to get the door open quickly. The two walked into the room and set their things down. Chris looked at the young woman who would be rooming with him that night. He dug through his bags and pulled out two pairs of silky pajamas.

"Here," he said holding out the blue pair.

"I can wear my own jamies," she said feeling awkward.

"Wear these," he said quietly. It was more like he was asking than demanding.

"Ok," she said after a moment. She took them from his hand then went into the bathroom. She quietly shut the door behind her and left him to change into the red pair he had picked out for himself. When she emerged from the bathroom she found him laying one of the beds watching television with his shirt unbuttoned. He looked over at her as she stepped back into the main part of the room. "C," he said after a moment.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to sleep alone or would you like for me to hold you?"

"Hold me," she managed to get out with great difficulty. The blonde stood and walked over to her and kissed her gently on the forehead to let her know she did not need to be embarrassed. He took her hand in his and led her to the bed. They laid down on the bed. Chris quickly turned the lights and TV off. He pulled the cover up around them then wrapped his arms around the girl who seemed like a younger sister to him.

"Good night," he whispered to her, just before the two drifted off to sleep.

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