A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's been forever since I've updated. I've just been putting it off, but now I'm back and I promise that I will be more frequent with my updates. Enjoy!

It was ridiculous, the amount of profanities that Hunter was thinking as he attempted to drag Shawn's drunken self up to his hotel room. "Damnit Shawn, do you think you could at least try to walk a little?" You think this would be easy for him. His job is to body slam guys his size and larger—Shawn's drunken dead weight body was proving to be difficult.

"Hunter I just want to have some fun, loosen up," Shawn slurred/giggled.

"Shawn if I did that you would be on the floor."

Shawn burst out laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke ever. Hunter simply groaned and continued dragging his friend down the hallway.

"OK man we're at your room, where's you key?" Hunter asked, sitting Shawn by the door.

"What key?" Shawn asked attempting to pick his head up.

"The key that opens your door."

"Oh, that key," Shawn said nodding his head.

"Yeah, that key. Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

Hunter let out a frustrated groan, "Oh my God I'm going to kill you Shawn. Let's go!" Hunter said, pulling Shawn back up off the floor.

"Where are we going now?" Shawn complained.

"My room," Hunter grunted.

"Ha, no offense man, but I don't swing that way.

"Shut up Shawn," Hunter said skillfully opening his door without dropping Shawn. "Here," he said as he dumped Shawn on the couch. "If you're gonna puke at least try to make it to the bathroom, and drink this before you pass out," Hunter said tossing a bottle of water at Shawn before flopping down onto his bed.

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Sarah laid in bed staring up at the dark ceiling. Randy was snoring next to her. The snoring didn't bother her, Shawn snored. She hated this, she had to room with Orton because she couldn't stay in her and Shawn's room. She was grateful that Shawn wasn't there when she collected her thing earlier. Now just a few short hours removed from breaking hearts and hours away from sleep, she just laid there. Randy shifted in his sleep, putting his arm around her waist. She squirmed a little bit in a lame attempt to shrug Randy off of her—nothing. She hated his, that she had no other choice, but think about how much she missed Shawn.

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The sun was like a dagger to the head when Shawn woke up the next day. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. He couldn't remember drinking last night, but he had a funny feeling that tequila was involved. Ugh the thought of liquor made his stomach turn. He reached for his cell phone from the floor to check the time. He flipped open the cell to she her staring back at him, now he remembered why he drank last night. He looked at the picture of the formally happy couple. He had taken the picture during a recent BBQ he had at his house. While the brand was in San Antonio, he usually had some sort of gathering at his ranch. She had been sitting in between his legs on a large lounge chair just relaxing when he took the picture. They looked so happy; he was so happy. Now was a different story. He went through his phone and attempted to delete the picture, but he couldn't. He shut the phone and laid back down.

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Sarah had only gotten three hours worth of sleep when she felt Randy wake up. He didn't say anything to her and he stood up and stretched. He just gave her this smug look, a look saying 'Ha I won'. She was too tired to even try make a comment to him, and just rolled over. She heard him go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. She just laid there and waited, for a day that she was dreading. Today she would have to work, be around all those people who probably hated her now, be around Shawn. Today was going to suck.

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Shawn opened the door to his hotel room, hoping Sarah wasn't there. He let out a sigh of relief when she was no where to be found. In fact there was no sign of her there anymore—bags, everything gone. Shawn threw his key card on the dresser and flopped down on the uncomfortable hotel bed. Vanilla and honey, her shampoo, he could smell it on the pillow. He loved that smell.

It had only been a recent thing that they had shared a room. She was very hesitant and respectful of his beliefs. He smiled to himself thinking about her worried looks and ultra-conservativeness she had adapted since they had started seeing one another.

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As the movie credits appeared on the screen, Sarah moved from her position next to Shawn

"Alright, I gotta go. I'll see you in the morning for the breakfast as always."

Shawn smiled and pulled her back down to him, "stay the night," he whispered to her.

"Shawn," she said in a warning tone, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please," he begged.

"Shawn I don't want to compromise you or you religion or anything."

"Honey, I'm asking you to stay, to sleep, that is all. I'm grateful of you understanding, but I just want to hold you all night, that's all."

Sarah bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh.

"What?" Shawn asked, slightly amused.

"I'm sorry, that was really cheesy," she giggled.

"Oh hush, you loved it." They feel into a comfortable silence, "Just stay," he spoke up.

Sarah looked at him for a moment like she trying to read his eyes for his true intentions. "Ok," she said, smiling.

She comfortably laid down next to Shawn as he pulled the covers over the two of them. He wrapped his arms around her and relaxed. He took in a deep breath and took her all in, all he could smell was vanilla and honey.

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Shawn quickly sat up in bag, upset that he had even thought about her. He didn't want her to be in his head anymore. He threw the pillow on the floor. He decided right there and then, he was done with her.

A/N: OK so there you go, I promise less flashbacks and more focusing on what's going on in the present. Like always, R & R!