Throughout the entire drive to the arena, Skye stared out the window, amazed at the beautiful countryside. Hunter sat in the passenger seat, an angered look on his face as Skye's little knees stuck in his thighs while she leaned over him to get a better look.

"Skye, you really should have your seat belt on," I said, trying to save him any more agony.

"Sorry," she said, sitting back and fastening it. "I've never been to Texas. It's really pretty here."

"Are you serious?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah," she said, turning to him. "Last time Daddy and Bubba, um Ted and Teddy," she said, noting our confused looks, "came down I was stuck in Calgary with Joelle and Andrea," she said sarcastically. I noticed Hunter elbow her and give her a knowing look from the corner of my eye.

"What were you doing in Calgary?" I asked.

"Just visiting old friends and watching the hockey finals," she said. "Friggin' love hockey." I nodded, content with her answer and she went back to staring out the window, her brown eyes wide with wonder. Her black hair cascaded over her slender shoulders as the glowing orange sunlight poured over her light brown skin, giving her a soft glow. She was beautiful. Every little thing about her, from the way she scrunched her nose when she thought too hard to the way her face lit up when she was really excited, all wrapped up in her clumsiness and knack for getting into trouble with guys who had... my reputation, such as Randy Orton or Adam. It just made me want to hold her, to take care of her. Forever.

Snap out of it! I yelled at myself. There's no way in hell anything will ever come out of this. You'll fuck this up just like everything else. She'll end up just like Rebecca.

The last thought was unexpected. It hit hard and I felt the pain course through my body. The reminiscences of Rebecca, the love of my life, the kids, and ex-friends all came to me in a rush that made my head hurt. I instantly felt the need to hurt myself, as I usually did in these situations, and as if she sensed it, Skylar put a hand on my thigh. She turned to look back out the front window, her radiant smile peering out through her shaggy bangs, but not before mumbling to me, barely above a whisper, "I'll take care of you, too."

We pulled up to the arena and got out, heading to the locker room. Skye walked right behind us.

"No no. You go away," Hunter said, motioning with his hands. She tilted her head to the side, looking over at me.

"But I wanna stay with you, Shawn," she said, grabbing my arm. I nodded and pulled her in.

Hunter could go screw himself.

We sat on the couch and listened to Hunter leave, muttering something about catering. Skye still hadn't let me go. She had a vice grip on my arm with her right hand, and was fidgeting with her necklace with her left.

"You alright?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, then turned to me.

"I'm in love with you."

Caught me completely off guard.

"W-what?" I stammered, looking at her.

"Okay, well maybe I'm not in love, but it's definitely more than a crush. Have you ever felt like that? And I know I'm just some stupid kid whose never ever gonna have a chance with you ever, cause you've been with some really pretty girls before, like Sunny, even though she's a total slut, she was pretty, and Rebecca was gorgeous, and you probably already like a diva much much prettier than me, such as Chibi McCool or Maryse, or even Kelly, though I can't imagine why seeing as she screwed half the production team looking for financial stability for when her incredibly fake breasts start to sag, and then again you did date Sunny, but honestly, let's face it, I'm kinda lacking here and there, but I couldn't not tell you because then it would feel like I'm living a lie, which I just won't do, so I wanted to tell you and I don't want you to not be my friend because of it because Hunter already hates me for putting his socks in the coleslaw last weekend, so he wouldn't-"

I stopped her by planting a kiss on her lips. She didn't kiss back, probably too shocked to even function. When I pulled back and looked at her, she stared at me, wide eyed.

"I can't say that I love you either, but I feel something for you too. More than a crush, but I... I want to take care of you. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense," she said as her eyes lit up. She gave me the sweetest reward in her amazing smile. Her top teeth shined and her eyes sparkled bright. A squeal escaped her lips and she jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me again. She broke off and looked me in the eyes.

"Does this mean I'm your girlfriend?" I nodded and she let out an earth shattering scream. "I'M DATIN' SHAWN MICHAELS!" she said, jumping up and down on the couch.

"Okay, sit down Tom Cruise," Hunter said, returning with two handfuls of donuts. "So, you two are finally going out?"

"Yeah!" Skye said, jumping off the couch. "I gotta go tell Codes and Bubba!" She took off and ran down the hall.

"So, you do know you've just made the biggest mistake of your life?" Hunter asked. I nodded.

"But, it's also the best."

"Okay, well, what are you going to do when people start getting pissed? 'Cause you know how Randy and Adam are soooo close to her," he exaggerated. I didn't' exactly have the greatest past with those two. Neither did Skylar, from what I'd heard, but it didn't matter. I just shook my head and turned to TV back on.

"Woooo!" we heard Skye yelled as she ran back down the hall and passed our door. I smirked and listened to her bang on the door to the girl's locker room.

"Ri-Ri!" she screamed to her best friend.

"Yeah?" we heard Maria say, walking out the door and close it behind her.

"OhmyRandy, guess what?"

"The Viet-Cong is attacking!" she said excitedly.

"The what? Never mind, no. Me and Shawn are going out!"

"Shut the front door! Really? Well, it's about time he realized you liked him, after all the stalking, writing love letters and never sending them, graffiti-ing his name every time we went to an arena with hearts around it on park benches, calling him at three in the morning and hanging up just to hear his-"

"Okay, so it was nice talkin' to ya Ri-Ri. I'll see you later," we heard Skye say. She walked back in the room and plopped down in between us on the couch. I threw an arm around her and grinned.

"So...that was you on the phone?"

"Shut up," she said, kissing me again.