Joy was sat on her bed watching some daytime tv. She was still in her pajama's and had her long brown hair scraped back in a messy ponytail. Pheobe was with her grandparents for the week so Joy could have some time alone. She picked up the remote control and flicked through the channels. She had spent the last three days in her room moping about, crying and avoiding phone calls. She sighed and lay back against the pillows. Her cell phone began to ring. She sat up and stared at it for a moment wondering wether she should answer it or not. Stop being such a baby she thought to herself as the phone continued to ring. She flipped open the cell phone and began to speak.

"Hey Amy" she said in a false cheery voice.

"Quit it with the fake happiness you sound like a barbie doll" Amy told her.

Joy smiled slightly and picked at the corner of her duvet.

"So how have you been?" asked Joy

"I've been fine but i heard from Torrie that you aren't so fine" Amy replied "So don't bother telling me everything's great"

"Stupid Torrie" she muttered

Amy laughed down the phone "Awww did she blow your little lie for you, come on Joy we're best friends tell me what's wrong or i'll come round and make you tell me"

"You'd have to come back to the wwe to do that" Joy told her

"I'm not coming back Joy so don't start i already had to put up with Torrie and Michelle telling me why i have to come back to the wwe, it's just not going to happen" Amy informed her "Anyways this call is about you and not me"

"Ok ok, i'm in love with John Cena" she confided "But please Amy i'm begging you not to tell anybody"

"Wait you're depressed because you love someone who loves you back?" asked Amy "And yes Torrie told me a lot as you can tell"

"But i don't wanna be in love with him Ames" Joy whined

"You can't help who you fall for honey, i know things were really bad for you with your ex but John isn't him sweetie not everyone is gonna hurt you. If you don't let someone in then your gonna be hurting yourself" Amy said softly.

"Thanks Ames, and i do understand why you won't come back to the WWE and i'm not gonna try and convince you to do what you don't want to do. But i do wanna tell you how proud i am of you, you left without bad mouthing the company and you keep refusing to say what happend i don't care what people say about you not being able to hack it here you left with your dignity and i think you have a ton of class for not blabbing about the whole situation"

"I miss you Joy" Amy told her sincerely

"Miss you to" Joy said with a smile on her face "now i've got no one to start bitchy cat fights with"

Amy laughed down the phone "Well i gotta go honey bye"

"Bye" Joy said before hanging up the phone.

Joy threw the phone down on the bed. She drummed her fingers on her leg as she wondered what she should do. She could either go find John and tell him how she felt or she could sit in her room and watch Ricki Lake. Or she could do nither. She could get up get washed and dressed and then go for a walk. She got up off the bed and walked through into the bathroom. She furrowed her brows as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had no idea why she had let herself get into this state. Joy was always a happy ubeat kind of girl who didn't let anything get her down. She was always up bright and early and ready to go. Being in love really didn't agree with her. She began to get washed as she thought about what Amy had said. Was she really hurting herself by not letting people get close? She wasn't exactly an unhappy person at least not until recently. All her problems had started when she met John Cena. Or at least when she fell for him and found out he liked her to. She walked out of the bathroom and got ready. She glanced at herself in the full length mirror and for the first time in three days she actually smiled. She was finally dressed and looking like her old self. Her long curly brown hair was down and she had make-up on. She straightend out her short black skirt and picked up her bag before leaving the room. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she walked towards the elevator. She pressed the button and rummaged around in her bag looking for her car keys. The doors opend and she stepped inside still trying to find her car keys.

"Joy" said a voice.

She paused still looking in her bag. She knew that voice and she really wished she had taken the stairs.

"John" she said simply trying to keep her composure.

Neither one of the spoke as the elevator started to go down. Suddenly there was a judder and they stopped. Joy looked up to see what floor they were on. It said they were on the fifth floor. Joy pressed the ground floor button and waited a few seconds. Nothing happend.

"Oh god" she groaned "We're stuck!"