A/N: Yea, its been a long time since my last update. My creativity is being drained, thanks to school. If this chapter sucks, deal with it. Y'all know that the next one will probably be better. Sorry, I shouldn't take my bad mood out on my loyal readers. On wit da story! Oh yea, this takes place after the little promo Sara had to shoot. She's been back on the road for two weeks now.

Oh the Places you'll Go!

Sara's POV:

Gosh it's hard to get back into the swing of things. I'm really homesick right now, especially since RAW is in Vancouver, British Columbia. I feel like the outsider on the RAW roster, even though I'm basically friends with everybody. I miss hanging out with Torrie and Jackie before, during, and after the SmackDown shows. We had some fun times! I also miss not being on the road with John. This is by far the longest we've ever been apart, and I just miss him like crazy. Yea, I talk to him on my cell like 5 times a day, but it's hard on me. I also miss Bri. It's not fair, my baby just starts to like me, and I have to go back on the road. I can't wait until next week, then I'll be home for a few days!

Being on the road hasn't been all bad though, in fact it's been sort of fun! I've become pretty good friends with Stacy Kiebler and Trish Stratigias. Trish, like me, is a HUGE hockey fan! We spend most of our time talking about the NHL, and which guys are hott, which ones can play, teams, ect. Stacy is by far one of the sweetest girls I've ever met. I'm glad that I'm getting to know her, because there isn't a dull day when Stacy's around! The only Diva that doesn't seem to like me too much is Molly. She's a bit on the strange side, and hasn't said more than two words to me. I don't know what I did to her, but obviously I did something offensive.

The superstars have all started calling me Baby doll, since I'm the youngest girl on the RAW roster, since I'm only 21. I owe that nickname to Mr. Ric Flair, who I have conveniently started calling gramps! Ah, revenge is sweet!

My current storyline has me going up against Trish, for the Women's title. I'll be winning it in a few months, at a pay-per-view. They changed up my storyline a bit, and I'm no longer going to wind up paired off with Randy. I'm going to end up with Dave Bautista. That's probably better though, seeing as we are both married. I'm not complaining much though, deep down inside, I find Dave a total hottie! Gosh, I sure hope John never finds that out!

The past two weeks I've just been making random appearances on RAW, getting in Trish's face, flirting with the boys, something that I'm naturally talented at!

So really, I guess life on the road isn't killing me. It's lots of fun, when I don't think about what's at home.

I had been on the phone with Trademarc, John's cousin for a little over an hour going over and listening to some beats for my songs, when I heard someone at the door of my hotel room.

"Oh little Ms. Sara, open the door!" Trish shouted, as she pounded on the door.

"Alright, I'm coming! Hey Marc, I'm gonna have to call ya back." I said, getting up.

"Ok Sara. I'll keep working on some tracks for ya. Peace out!" Trademarc replied.

"Bye!" I answered as I snapped my phone shut and swung open the door.

"Took you long enough! Geez!" Trish laughed as she walked in and collapsed on her bed.

"Did poor Trish get all worn out signing autographs today?" I remarked, as I put my phone on the charger.

"Yea, two hours of non-stop writing and smiling can wear a girl out!" Trish replied, sitting up.

"I know what ya mean. What time do we have to be at the arena?" I asked.

"Uh, we should be there by 6 at the latest. It's 4:30 now." Trish answered, flipping on the TV.

"Cool, I'm going to take a quick shower. If my phone rings, just don't answer it. I'll call whoever it was back." I told Trish, while I walked into the bathroom.

"Aw, why can't I answer it?" Trish exclaimed.

"Because, last time you answered my phone you ended up talking to the person for an hour, and you had no idea who it was! Just don't answer it, well, I guess you should answer it if it's John, and, oh what the heck, have fun! Answer my phone if you feel like it!" I replied, beginning to laugh.

"Thanks Sara! I'll let ya know if you get any calls! Have a nice shower!" Trish replied.

I started the water for my shower, and peeled my clothes off of my body. I had to wait a few minutes for the water to warm up, and then I carefully got in the shower. I immediately started to wash my body, and then shampooed and conditioned my hair. Half way through my shower, I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched. I spun around quickly, and saw that everything was normal, and that only the window was open. That was ok because the window was really high up, and only a very tall person could look in. I finished washing off and then grabbed a towel and got out. I put on a pair of jeans and a black tank top and then reapplied some makeup. I got that feeling that someone was watching me again, and looked back at the window, saw that no one was there, and then shook my head and left the bathroom.

"Have a nice shower?" Trish asked me as she focused on painting her nails.

"Yea. I kept getting the feeling that someone was watching me though. It was weird." I replied.

"Creepy. I get that feeling once in a while." Trish told me. I just smiled a weak smile, and then grabbed my phone when it started to ring. I saw that it was John, and then answered it.

"Hey baby! What's goin on?" I cheerfully asked.

"Hey yourself. Not too much, I just wanted to tell you this joke that I just read on the Internet. It's hilarious!" John exclaimed.

"Well, go ahead, lets hear it!" I answered.

"Ok, What did the prick say to the balls?" John asked me.

"What the heck? How am I supposed to know John?" I replied.

"Ready, you're gonna piss your pants laughing!"

"I highly doubt that baby. Just tell me the answer!" I replied, wanting to find out the answer.

"You guys hang around here while I go inside! Isn't that great?" John finally told me.

I started to crack up, and then finally burst out laughing. "John, that's a dirty joke there!"

"Yup. It's funny though. So, how's everything going?" John asked me.

"Fine I guess. I miss Bri, oh and you." I replied, lying down on my bed.

"Oh, you miss Bri more than me?" John asked, trying to sound offended.

"No, I miss you both equally. Well, I've got to get going. Trish and I don't want to get to the arena late!" I told John as Trish pointed to her watch.

"Ok, do good, I'll be watching you! Love you babe." John replied.

"Of course I'll do good! Love you too John!" I remarked as we hung up.

Trish and I grabbed our stuff, and then locked up the room and were then off to the arena.

Randy's POV:

God, I am a horrible person. I can't believe myself, I seriously need to chill out. I just violated my best friend's wife, and she doesn't even know it. I was passing by her hotel room, and saw her stripping down in the bathroom about to take a shower, and well, I just couldn't stop peeking in there. She almost caught me once. I need help. I've gone from best friend to peeping tom in a little over a few months. Sara is beautiful, she's gorgeous, and oh hell she's perfect. Orton, you sure are barking up the wrong tree…

A/N: Sorry that I've been a lazy bum and haven't updated in a while. I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow, so don't expect any updates on any of my stories for a week and a half. PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE REVIEWS! Randy was the peeping tom, do I smell trouble? I love ya all! Peace out!