A/N- This chapter will really get the story going. I worked on this for three hours so I could post it, since my last update took forever. So I have it figured this story will be at least ten chapters, but with everything I want to add, it'll probably be between fifteen and twenty...hopefully. Let me know what you thing.

"Close those curtains or I am going to strangle you with them." Becky threatens, throwing a pillow over her head to keep the morning sun out of her eyes.

"Morning to you too, get your drunken ass up." Randy tells her, pouring a cup of coffee.

"It's to early, and I got a splitting headache." She complains.

"That's what you get for drinking more than you can handle." Ken comments, just walking out of the bathroom. Becky finally begins to sit up, still groggy.

"Speaking of which, thanks for helping me back here last night. God only knows where I would be without you." Becky thanks, grateful for her friend.

"I didn't help you back last night." Ken says, confused. Becky looks at him, then turns to Randy.

"Then thank you Randy."

"Don't thank me, I'm not the one who carried your drunk ass up here last night."

"Well then who the hell did?"

"We can't answer that one." Ken says. Becky rolls her eyes, then reaches for the glass of water on the stand by the bed. Right beside the glass, was a piece of paper with a number on it.

"One of your many girls must have left their number for you." Becky says, glancing at the two men.

"We didn't have anyone here." Randy tells her, grabbing the paper and looking at the number.

"283-5916." He reads.

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" Ken comments. He heard that number before.

"Yeah...isn't that Cody's number?" Randy asks.

"Your right. I think it is."

"Why is Nimrod's number on my stand?" Becky asks.

"I don't know, but it appears he may have been the one to bring you back last night." Randy says, much to the displeasure of Becky.

"I highly doubt that."

"Then call it." Ken suggests.

"Fine." She agrees, only to prove them both wrong. She dialed the number, and had to wait for about three rings before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Who the hells is this?" Becky asks, a tad harsh.

"Always the pleasant one." Randy mumbles, smiling at her, while Ken gives him a weird look.

"Cody. Who's this?" He asks. Please, don't let it be another obsessed fan, he prays.

"Becky. Why the hell was your number in my room, beside my bed, where I sleep?" She asks. So it was Cody. That little ass better not have taken advantage of her when she was drunk. Scratch that, she would sleep with him even if she was drunk.

"After I helped you last night, this is how your going repay me?" He asks, smiling on the other end. He didn't mind making her mad when she wasn't in hitting range.

"NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME...DON'T HANG UP ON ME." Click. He hung up on her. She looked at Ken and Randy, who were both trying to hold in their laughs, but not doing a very good job.

"What the hell room is that fucker in?"

"314." Randy answers, getting a smack from Ken.

"What?"

"She's going to kill him."

"I know." By the time they were done, Becky was gone.

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"310...312...ah, 314." Becky says, approaching the door. If Mr. Second generation superstar wanted to get mean, she would show him mean. The cocky son of a bitch. Gently knocking on the door, as to not give him any warnings to him that it was her, she patiently waited for him to answer the door.

"Is it room service?" Cody asks through the door. She should of known he would get room service. Stupid bastard.

"...yes." She draws out, as sweet as she could be.

"Just bring it in, it's open." He yelled back. From the sound of it, he was in the bathroom. Perfect. Opening the door, her suspicions were right. He was in the bathroom. Deciding to do nothing until he came out, she sat on his bed, making herself comfortable. It was at least ten minutes before he came out.

"Boy takes longer than Randy." She mumbled to herself as the bathroom door began to open, and Cody walks out in nothing but a towel, which was loosely wrapped around his waist. Part of his right hip was showing, and water was dripping from his head down his smooth chest. "God damn" was Becky's first thought, before clearing her head, getting back to the task at hand.

"Back to what I was saying before you hung up on me Nimrod, which by the way, you shouldn't have done." The initial sound of another voice in his room made him jump out of his skin, and drop his towel just a little bit more. When he saw who's voice it was, his face went pale.

"Becky..." And a few more inches of skin was shown.

"Whoa Nimrod, I don't want to see Cody Jr. So just do us both a favor, and pull that towel back up." Cody looked like a kid who got caught in the cookie jar before dinner, and did exactly what Becky said.

"How..How did you get...in here?" Poor boy looked scared. Not as cocky as he was on the phone is he?

"Room service." Becky mocks.

"Oh..." Was the only thing he said.

"Yeah, you know, you really shouldn't take peoples word these days."

"I was in the uh..the bathroom." Cody mumbles. She was being very calm, and that made him nervous.

"Like I care. Now why don't you sit your ass down and tell me what happened last night."

"Can I get dressed first?" He asks, his eyes glancing over to the clothes laying on the bed.

"No." Was her short reply. Sighing to himself, he has on the bed opposite of Becky.

"So what do you want?"

"Did we sleep together last night Nimrod?" Was her first question. She was doing her best not to make this awkward.

"No we didn't. I swear. I wouldn't do that knowing you hate my guts."

"Good point. Anything else I should know about?" She asks.

"Listen Becky, nothing happened. We were at the bar, the bartender cut you off, you got pissed. I was there, both our friends left us and we were mad. You said about leaving, we went to the park. I pushed you on a swing because you were to drunk to do it yourself. After that, we went back to the hotel and I helped you to your room. No one else was there so I left my number in case you needed something. That was it, nothing else."

"So I don't have to be checked to make sure you didn't give me any disease last night?"

"No, and I don't have any diseases." Cody says, offended by her statement.

"Whatever. I found out what I wanted, I'll be leaving now." Becky says, getting up from the bed.

"What, I don't even get a thank you?" Cody asks, standing up with her.

"For...?" Becky asks, turning around to face him.

"Nothing. Never mind. I'm just going to go get dressed now." He said, quickly grabbing his clothes. He took his time getting dressed, making sure by the time he as done that Becky would be gone. When he was done, he cautiously walked out, grateful when he saw the room was empty. Going over to grab his wallet of the dresser, he saw the same small piece of paper he gave Becky last night with his number on it, only now, there was something written underneath it.

Nimrod,

Thanks. Don't let this go to your head though.

Becky

Smiling at the words, he folded the paper up and stuck it in his wallet, before heading out to meet up with the others. Maybe she didn't hate him.