"Chris, we need to talk," Brittany said as Chris sat down at the table across from her. The two had agreed to meet at a local diner for an early dinner.

"That's never good…" Chris said, sitting down and leaning back, preparing himself for any wrath that Brittany was about to unleash on him.

"Do you know what John really has planned for tonight?" Brittany asked.

"Unfortunately, Brittany, I am not bestowed with the gift of reading John's mind. But I'm secretly thankful for that."

"Ew, I would never want to be in that man's head," Brittany shuddered, still disgusted with John.

"Yeah, you know he has secret gay fantasies about Randy Orton, right?" Chris grinned.

"Chris, I never, ever--"

"Want to hear that again?"

"Exactly."

When Brittany came home from her early dinner date with Jericho, she went to check on Danielle. She was surprised when she found Danielle in her room, but all dressed up.

"You're ready?" Brittany asked. "I thought you didn't want to go."

Danielle was standing in front of her full length mirror in a black cocktail dress with her blonde hair in long curls. Her makeup was done to perfection and she was ready to go.

"No, I really don't want to go," Danielle frowned, staring at her reflection. "I really, really don't want to go."

"But you got ready and…"

Brittany never got to finish what she said because Danielle completely changed emotions on her and started screaming. She rubbed her hands all over her face and messed up her makeup. Her dark eye makeup was now smeared across her cheeks. Once she started to bring her hands to her hair, Brittany was pulled out of her trance. She rushed over to Danielle to stop her.

"Don't you dare touch that hair. It will take too long to fix," Brittany warned in a stern tone.

"But, I--"

"But nothing! Look, I'm sick of you sitting here crying all the time. You're going to go with John and you're going to like it! Hell, after hearing you bitch and moan for god knows how long, I deserve some peace and quiet! I am going to fix you up and then you will sit there and wait for your stupid man like a good little girl!" Brittany stopped her rant to catch her breath. She looked as if Satan himself had possessed her for a brief moment of time. She didn't really want Danielle out with John because she was still sore with him, but she did want a quiet night without Danielle's bitching and moaning. She led Danielle to the bathroom and fixed her makeup back to how it was. She then forced Danielle to sit on the couch of the living room until John had arrived.

When the two girls heard the knocking at the door, Danielle's face went blank. She just continued on staring straight in front of her. Brittany took it upon herself to answer the door, knowing that Danielle sure as hell wouldn't do it. Sure enough, it was John.

"There's your crazy woman," Brittany said, pointing over to the couch that Danielle was sitting on.

"Hey, Danielle, I--" John started, but was cut off when Danielle abruptly stood up and walked over to him. He extended his arms, thinking that she was going to greet him with a hug. Instead, John was greeted with a sharp slap across the face. "…I guess I deserved that."

"Damn straight. Let's go," Danielle ordered, walking out the door and dragging John by the arm.

The ride was held in silence until John pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Danielle was the one to break the tension…with even more tension. "John, are you a fucking idiot?"

"I--"

"It was a rhetorical question, scumbag. You're taking me to the same restaurant that you DUMPED me at?!"

"Danielle, it's my favorite restaurant."

"Well, I'm glad your love of food exceeds how you feel about my feelings," Danielle huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"We can go somewhere else, if you'd like."

"No, we're already here," Danielle announced, and they walked into the restaurant.

"I can't believe this…" Danielle sighed as the hostess led them to their table.

"What's up?"

As they took their seats, Danielle was looking at a nearby table. "We're only a couple tables away from…"

John gave her a confused look, having no idea what she was talking about. Indeed, they were sitting just two tables away from the exact table they were sitting at when John broke her heart.

"Look, Danielle, I'm sorry about everything. I'm the world's biggest jackass, and I can accept that. But I can't accept us not being together. I just want you to know that…"

Whatever John wanted her to know, Danielle never found out. She kept staring at the table where she had once been, which was now occupied by a very happy looking couple. In her mind, she kept having flashbacks of the worst night of her life.

"John, something is wrong. You can tell me."

"It's…well…"

"Come on, John. How bad can it be?"

"I know that it will take you a lot of time to forgive me, and I'm willing to wait. If I have to take you out on the road with me, I'll do it. If you want me to bring you the moon, I'll do it. I just want us back again."

"Damnit, John! I hate it when you hide shit from me."

"I'm not hiding anything from you."

"Then let it out."

"We can't see each other anymore."

"And I know that you want us back, too. I know Brittany is trying to fill your head with the idea that you don't need me or whatever, but I know that you need me. You know that you need me."

"What?"

"It's not you, Danielle. It's me."

"That's the worst line ever, John. If you don't l--"

"I do, Danielle. I'm doing this for you. With my second movie coming up, I'm never going to have time for you. I just…I just think it's better this way."

"You know what? You're just like every other stupid guy, John. Let me guess, you're only dumping me so you can go off and fuck all the little groupies while you film your stupid fucking movie? Three years, John. Three fucking years."

"Danielle, wait--"

"Just shut up, John. Don't expect me to wait around for you to change your mind."

"Danielle, are you listening to me?"

Danielle never snapped out of her trance. However, John turned around when a bit of a commotion occurred from a nearby table. He noticed Danielle's eyes grow wide when she looked at the source of the commotion…

It was happening at the table that she kept staring at. The man was bent down on one knee with a ring box opened towards his girlfriend. He was proposing and everyone in the vicinity was looking on at the scene.

Danielle saw what was going on, and she started shaking.

John looked back at her and sighed. "I'm the world's biggest douchebag."