It was six days till Wrestlemania, and I was on Spring Break. I was hanging with the gang watching Raw when my cell rang "Shut Up" by Simple Plan. I answered it grudgingly. It was Dawn. I'd changed her ringer from her theme song about three days after I'd gotten my phone.

"Hello?"

"Mackie, its Dawn."

"Yeah?"

"Your dad wanted me to tell you that he talked to your friend's parents, and you guys are spending Spring Break with us."

"Kick ASS!" I screamed, causing Shane to look at me weird.

"Language."

"Sorry Dawn."

"Anyway, You're friends will be at the airport tomorrow morning, then you're catching a flight to Houston, Texas Wednesday so you can be here for Smackdown."

"Alright."

She hung up without even saying bye.

"Bitch," I muttered. I flopped back down in the big chair I was sharing with Shane and he asked what I was psyched about.

"My guys from Edmonton are coming here! We're hanging with my dad for Spring Break."

"Kick ass."

"I know. I can't wait."

We were quiet for a while.

"So uh, Mack…you know the Spring Fling?"

"Yeah, the dance right after Spring Break…what about it?"

"Well, I know this will probably sound weird, but I like you Mackie, and I wanted to know if you'd go with me to the dance, and possibly, be my girl?"

I looked at him for a second. Sure, I'd thought about Shane in that way, but I never thought he felt the same way. I looked at how we were positioned in the chair. He was sitting normally, but I was sitting resting my head on one arm rest, and my knees were draped over the other one. Shane's arms were under my neck and across my stomach. I smiled inwardly and started to play with his curls.

"Yeah, I'll go with you to the dance Shane, and I'll be your girl too." I smiled.

"You will?"

"That's what I said."

"Great." He smiled. Just then, RAW came back on, and our attention was averted back to the TV.

The next day, I had grandpa drive me to the airport to pick up the gang. I was sitting at the terminal waiting, when six pairs of arms lifted me over their heads.

"Gregory Anthony West, Paul Joseph West, and James Michael Gallagher, put me down right now, or I'll personally castrate all three of you!" I laughed. They set me down and I hugged them all as tight as I could. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I was attacked by my best friend.

"Courtney Madison Smith! I'll kill you if you ever scare me like that again." I laughed, pulling her into a hug.

"I missed you sis." I smiled.

"Ditto." She whispered. Then we turned back to the guys and smiled.

"Back together man, I missed you guys so much." I smiled.

"Ditto man, we missed you more than you could imagine."

So, you think you're untouchable?

"Hi Dad." I said, answering my phone.

"Hey baby girl, they there?"

"Yeah, I nearly got strangled, but they're all here."

"What?"

"Courtney nearly killed me hugging me dad, not like that….you worry too much."

"No I don't, and anyway…your plane to Houston is tomorrow at 4:30. Direct trip, so you don't have to worry about layovers or anything."

"Kay."

"Okay, I gotta get going, I have to go figure out what I'm going to do to JBL this week…last week was awesome…."

"I know. When I said tag his car, I didn't think you'd listen and actually do it!" I said, laughing.

"It was a good idea!"

"MY good idea!"

"Well, you didn't think of cutting his tie, putting water in his hat, or spray painting his clothes…that was me."

"What about you acting like a six year old? 'I'm not touching you…..I'm not touching you'... Classic."

"Why thank you, I'm glad you approve."

"Ha ha." I smiled, helping Court with her bag.

"I gotta go sweetie."

"Alright."

"Love ya baby girl."

"Love you too dad, see you in Houston!"

"Bye."

"Bye." I said.

We got in the car and rode back to the house laughing and joking. When we pulled in the driveway, Shane, Chris, Sammie and Shania were sitting on the porch waiting. We got out of the car and walked up to them.

"Hey guys." I smiled, watching as grandpa walked in the house.

"Hey Mackie-o" Shania smirked.

"Hi." Sammie said.

"What's up?" Chris waved.

"Hey Mack." Shane said, hugging me.

"These are my guys from Edmonton: Courtney, Paul, Greg, and James. Dudes, this is the crew I told you about in the car: Chris, Shania, Sammie, and Shane." I said, introducing them.

James looked at Shane weird. My heart sank when I realized why. He thought that only he could only call me 'Mack'.

"Don't call her that homie."

"What?"

"Don't call her Mack. That's MY name for her."

"James, don't start."

"Why not? You don't think that anymore? There used to be a time when you punched someone in the face if they called you Mack. Why's this punk any different?"

"Maybe because this punk is my boyfriend!" I said, rolling my eyes.

"You dating this dude?"

"Yeah, I am." I said, looking down. James looked at me as his little sister. He was overly-overprotective of me, and he'd beaten guys up for just holding my hand. He was 17, three years older than me, and it'd been that way for as long as I could remember.

"James Michael, don't even start. Don't trip. I'm not that five year old little girl in pigtails that you have to chase around and keep from eating bugs anymore! I'm a big girl now; I can take care of myself!"

"McKenzie Emily…I'm not going to argue. You're 14 years old!"

"So let me be 14!"

"What do you know about this guy?"

"Enough."

"What's 'enough', Mack?"

"Enough to know that he's genuine, and sweet, and that I could kick his ass if he does something to me." I said sighing. James looked down at me and ran his hands through his green-tipped hair.

"I'm sorry sweet pea. You know how I get sometimes, right?"

"Jamie, I know…you're a stubborn jackass…but you can't help it, and I love you anyway." I teased. He hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"Sorry about that man, I mean, I lost my cool." He said to Shane.

"It's cool, I understand."

"No, I was out of line…I really don't trust anyone around my Mack….and I have to let her go." He said, sticking out his hand. Shane nodded and shook it.

"Okay, now that that's over….what's there to do in this town?" Paul said, looking at Sammie out of the corner of his eye.

"Skating rink?" Chris said, looking at Shane.

"Yeah, let's go blading."

"I can have my cousin Morgan drop us off in the pick up…" Shania said, looking at me. I nodded and we walked in the house with my guy's bags. We set them up in the basement. Then Shania called her cousin.

We were in the basement playing Smackdown vs. Raw and having a good time. I was sharing a chair with Shane again, and James was trying not to go back on his word and kill my boyfriend.

"Pumpkin….your ride is here for you and your friends!" my grandpa called down stairs.

"Thanks Grandpa!" I said. I got up and we went out side. We all piled in the back of the black pick up truck, talking about WM 21.

"Dude, my dad's gotta win on Sunday…I mean how long has JBL had that title?"

"Too long!" James said, nodding his head.

"Who do you have to win for the Money in the bank match?" Court asked me, already knowing my answer.

"Shelton. Don't ask me why….but I think he's the most hungry for it."

"Whatever! You just think he's the hottest in the match!" she smirked.

"He's not!" Shania said. "Jericho is the hottest guy in the match…."

"Not this again…" Chris sighed, causing the guys to groan.

"The hottest in the business though is your dad Mackie…." Sammie smiled.

"NO!"

"Yes."

"NO! The hottest is Randy Orton, end of discussion. In Order, the hottest guys are: Randy Orton, Shelton Benjamin, Charlie Haas, Mark Jindrak, Chris Jericho-"

"No Way Jindrack is hotter than Y2J!" Shania said, cutting me off.

"Okay, Jericho then Jindrak, then."

"And your dad HAS to be on that list right after Shelton Benjamin….matter of fact, right before Shelton Benjamin."

"ANY WAY….after Jindrak is Batista."

"BATISTA?" Shania shouted.

"Look at his face. It's so adorable!" I argued.

"Yeah, you got a point there girly. He's fine." Courtney smiled.

"Thank you."

"You know, a guy doesn't want to know that his girl thinks a bunch of guys are hot…." Shane said, looking over at us.

"Okay, on to a new subject…." I giggled. Just then, "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5 came on the radio, and Court and me looked at each other and screamed. Even though we were both huge R&B fans, we loved artists like John Mayer, and Maroon 5; we loved their style.

"I love this song!" I sighed. We sang along to the song, harmonizing with each other and having a good time.

"My girl can sang!" I heard Shane say, looking amazed.

"That's my Mack….no one sings like my little sisters." James said, looking at us. We pulled into the parking lot of the skating rink about three minutes later, and we jumped out, thanking Morgan for the ride. We walked in and paid to get in. We all rented skates and hit the rink.

"Nuck if you Buck" by Crime Mob came on: James's favorite song. I skated the song with him, pretty much saying every word along with the song. We were having a blast, and I almost didn't stop to answer my phone when it rang. It was an unknown number, so it didn't have a ringer, it was the standard ring, and I skated over to a bench to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Why hello, butterfly."

I skidded to a stop. It couldn't be.

"How'd you get this number?"

"Now butterfly, how could I not keep tabs on you? How's your new daddy?"

"Better than you!"

"Oh, don't be so sure…see you soon butterfly." He said, hanging up. I dropped my phone and started to cry, resting my hands on my head. James immediately noticed me and came over.

"Mack, what's wrong?"

"He's not going to leave me alone…"

"You mean?"

"Yup, it was Bryce."

"He's not gonna get to you dude, don't even worry about that man. I'm here, and so's that Shane dude, and your dad. And the rest of your gang, and the superstars…you'll be just fine sweet pea." James said, hugging me. "I promise, I'll protect you."

"Thanks bro." I smiled.

"Anytime little sis."

"Alright people, this next one is 'couples only', so guys, grab one of these fine ladies and get close…." The DJ said over the mike. "Baby" by Ashanti started to play and I noticed Shane skate over to me. I smiled and took his hand. We skated/slow danced the song with Shane skating backwards and his arms around my waist. I had my arms around his neck and we were still getting around the track some how.

"Shane, turn around or you're gonna fall!" I laughed.

"I won't if you let me know when the corners are coming…..I do this all the time." He laughed. I smiled, then looked down at the floor.

"Mack…I saw you with James earlier…why were you crying?"

"I don't want to talk about it…."

"Mack, you can tell me. Come on, why were you crying?"

"Well, uh, when I was seven, my mom got married to this guy named Bryce. And from what I forced out of my dad, in Jr. High, he was like in love with my mom, and hated my dad because he was with her. Then my mom got pregnant when she was 14 with me, and my dad moved here before mom could even tell him. Bryce came back into the picture when mom was 16, and when she was 21, they got married. I was seven years old the first time Bryce hurt me. He told me that my dad wasn't dead….that's what my mom had told me…and that he was a deadbeat no body who just didn't want a nobody like me. Around that time, mom'd given me a brother. He was only my half-brother, but we were inseparable. Bryce was pissed when she named my brother Jonathan Anthony because that's my dad's name; and it was another reminder to him that he didn't have her whole heart, and never would. Corner."

"Okay." He said, starting to turn the corner. "Keep going."

"Well, he'd always do anything for Johnny, my little brother, but if I'd ask even for a glass of juice, he'd punch me in the back of the head. He'd beat the hell out of me for no reason….telling me it was my fault the mom didn't love him. The only time I was happy was when I was out over James's house. James is 3 years older than me, and I met him when I was in kindergarten and he was in 3rd grade. Some guy was picking on me and James beat them up for me. I learned that he lived across the street from me, and I started going over there all the time. Two years later, Chelsea moved in next door to me, and Paul and Greg just showed up one day. We've been inseparable. Johnny really looked up to us, and we loved him too. When I was 8, I started to do things just to push Bryce's buttons. I threw myself head first into anything he hated; Rap and hip-hop music, drums, and mostly wrestling. I started to watch wrestling, learning more about the superstars and even going deeper than just the shows by learning about those who were there before Rocky and Stone then it really got bad. About two days before Johnny died…I was watching Smackdown and ignoring Bryce as usual. He came in and just punched the hell out of me. He punched and kicked and smacked for about twenty minutes. Luckily, he didn't get my face…or mom would have noticed. She didn't know about the beatings, I could never tell her. Johnny knew, but he was scared to tell. James and the gang knew too….and James was 15 when I finally told him….he was ready to pick the lock on his dad's gun collection and kill Bryce. I couldn't let him do it, just for the fact that it would break Johnny…Corner…anyway, tonight, I got scared because he just called my cell phone. He called me butterfly, something only my mom called me, and said he'd see me soon….and I'm scared he's gonna do something to me or dad, or even grandma and grandpa." I said, starting to cry.

"Mack, no one's getting to you…I'll make sure of that. Don't worry, Shania's Uncle is a cop. We can take care of you. I mean, I'm not James, but I can still be there for you. I mean, I have to…..that's a boyfriend's job." He said, hugging me. Then he led me off of he rink and over to a corner. I just put my arms around his waist and buried my face in he chest. Shane put his arms around me and rested his chin on my head.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you Mack…I promise."

"Okay." I whispered. We stayed like that for a while…just holding on to each other. Then James came over to check on me.

"My sweet pea alright?" he asked me.

"Yeah Jamie…I'm alright."

"Don't' call me that man!"

"Whatever Jamie…" I sighed and skated away before he could grab me. We spent the rest of the day flying round the track, keeping away from James. We got back to the house, and the gang went home. My guys went in the basement to play some video games, Courtney dragged me up to my room, which she loved by the way, and then she helped me pack.

"Okay dude, one pair of jeans only." Court said, taking the other two out of my suit case.

"Why?'

"Because our stops are Houston Texas, and Los Angeles California, that's why."

"Alright, but how do you know it won't get chilly….."

"Because it's freaking TEXAS….blondes." she sighed.

"Hold on there, brunettes aren't all that bright either…."

"ANYWAY, pack one pair of jeans and a pair of Capris…Then take shorts and skirts, of course."

"Alright….tops?"

"4 Wrestling shirts…that 'You can't see me' Camouflage for SD, the RKO Legend Killer of course, but that's just for sleeping, then for walking around LA, you have to get that Batista shirt. And the new Chain Gang Soldier dip for Mania." She said.

"Okay, but what about the Hall of Fame Ceremony?"

"Uh, the black halter with the huge white Saturday Night Fever Collar and a pair of Jeans would look cute with these black boots I have in my bag."

"Well, what are you wearing for the Ceremony?"

"Girl, I'm wearing those black jeans with the rhinestones around the pocket that you got me for my birthday with that green button-down shirt I seen in your closet and a black tank underneath. Then I'm stealing those all black Reeboks I saw in your closet."

"That sounds cute…so what do you think about Shane?"

"He's cute girl, real cute. He's a sweet heart. A little on the quiet side, but he's awesome. James likes him…."

"Yeah, they were cool after James got his head out of his ass…."

"Girl, when are we gonna see each other again?"

"Summer Vaca?"

"Come on now, if you got your man still this summer, are you really gonna come out to Edmonton?"

"I don't know…"

"Well I do. You won't come out. Courtney knows these things, McEmily." She said, softly, using my brother's nickname.

"Courtney, I'm gonna miss you so much when school starts back up…Shania's cool and all, but she's not you." I sighed.

"Girl, stop, you're gonna make me cry!" she laughed. We finished with the packing, and we went down stairs with a bunch of blankets. We spread them all out on the floor and lay down, covering our selves with three of them just like old times. We lay in order, James, Me, Paul, Court and Greg, just like we always have.

"Good night guys," I smiled.

"Night Mackie," they all responded. I fell asleep with my face in Paul back and James's arm around me the whole night. I know we all were dreaming about our first live Wrestlemania.