A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews and everything. I know I said this would be a two-shot, but let's shoot for a three-shot, shall we? Anyways, enjoy, and reviews would be lovely, thank you! :)


Another morning, another day where she had to get up, but at least this morning Dolph had to get up with her. Another day where she had to deal with her stupid diary that was becoming so tedious that she wanted to grab their cameras and throw them out of moving vehicles. She allowed herself a small moment of rebellion by not getting out of bed until her alarm went off three times after hitting the snooze button twice.

"Are you getting up?" Dolph asked blearily from his spot next to her.

"Are you?" she asked angrily, and while she normally didn't try to be testy, she was this morning. She was tired of reliving her life for the cameras. She was tired of drudging up old memories and inviting pity into her life. She was tired of people following her all the time. She looked at Dolph again, ready to do something with his hair, maybe rip out a few locks of it, but he was actually smiling, and she wanted to punch him in the mouth now. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because you're so angry," he told her and yes, maybe she could knock out one of those perfect teeth of his. His stupid, white, perfectly straight teeth.

"I'm not angry."

Dolph opened one eye to peer up at her. Their drapes were still pulled closed, but there was a strip of light that illuminated the room enough for him to see her. "You're very angry, I can tell," he told her matter-of-factly. "Why are you angry, you can tell me."

"Because I get to go to Madison Square Garden later and relive the time I went to WrestleMania, and I get to reflect and everything. Why did I agree to this? Why did I let them in? I don't even like letting you in," she told him, but that wasn't true. At this point, Dolph knew more about her than anyone in the history of ever. He was just the kind of person you wanted to spill all your secrets too, damn him for that.

Dolph reached out and started rubbing her thigh, not to arouse her, although his touch always did send a shivering sensation throughout her body. This was meant to comfort her and he turned so he was laying on his side, both eyes looking up at her. She huffed and sat there, arms folded and tried to ignore his touch, but it was increasingly difficult when he squeezed her knee every now and then.

"What are you going to talk about?" he asked her, which wasn't what she expected him to say, and so she turned and looked down at him. Her hair was messy and frizzy and in the way, but she just brushed it behind his ears. His hair was the same way, but she liked it messy, it made him look silly and cute.

"When I went to WrestleMania XX with my dad," AJ admitted, finding her body slowly sliding down until she was only just barely sitting up, her back against the headboard as Dolph shifted so he could see her.

"What was that like?"

"Fun, so much fun," AJ smiled, more to herself than to her boyfriend. "I had a blast."

"That's a good memory then," he told her, "that's the year I signed with the company, it was a few months after WrestleMania, I went to OVW and everything. I had been training before that. I remember watching it, thinking I was going to be there someday soon."

"I thought the same thing," she slid down even more so she was facing him. "I saw that ring, and I told my dad that was where I was going to be. He felt so bad though, he felt so bad because our seats were so terrible, but he worked so hard for them."

"Your dad is awesome for that."

"I think so too. He's going to like you," AJ said, running her hand down his cheek. "Of course, he won't think you're good enough, he'll interrogate you then talk about you in Spanish so you won't understand, but then he'll like you."

Dolph laughed and sat up. "Okay, so I guess we have to get going?"

"I'm glad we get to do stuff together for now."

"Me too," he told her, leaning over to kiss her cheek because he always said no kissing before he brushed his teeth. He got out of bed and she watched him pad across the room and into the bathroom. Today was going to be another long day, and she didn't relish in it, but this was her week for now. Tomorrow, it would culminate in the biggest show, but for now, she just had to go through the motions.

The interview went well. Having Dolph there was always nice, even if Big E was between the both of them. His presence made the cameras a little easier to bear. But when the interview was over, and she had to go visit Madison Square Garden, she felt the overwhelming pressure to be something and someone she didn't want to be. She didn't want to be the girl whose life was an open book. She wanted to be the girl who hid behind comic books.

She sat in the car that was going to take her when the door opened and her boyfriend slipped inside, "What are you doing here?" she asked. "I'm going to Madison Square Garden, not the hotel."

"I know," he told her, slipping his hand into hers, nodding at the crew sitting across from them. Dolph always looked more at ease in front of the cameras, like he really belonged there. When she started wrestling, that was the thing she kind of feared the most, the cameras, not even the live people, that was fine, but the cameras that would be broadcasting her face to other faces, faces she couldn't see.

"So—"

"I want to be with my girlfriend, sue me, I've got tons of cash," he told her. She smiled shyly at him. He always knew what to do with her before she even knew what to do with herself.

When she sat there, talking to the camera, she was really just talking to Dolph, who was right there, sitting across the aisle, right behind the camera filming her, and she just talked to him, just talked about her experiences, knowing he would listen, that he was listening. And the interview flew by, and they were telling her she did a great job, and her boyfriend sat next to her and held her hand because he saw the little things, he heard the way her voice broke slightly, and he saw the way she quickly blinked back watery eyes.

Dolph rested his head on her shoulder, "So did you cheer for Cena or did you hate him?"

"You can't judge me," she told him.

"Oh God, was my girlfriend a Cena super fan?" Dolph groaned as AJ reached up to run her hand through his hair. Unfortunately, there was so much product in it that it didn't exactly go as planned and she was instead forced to wipe her hand on the back of a chair and simply press her hand to his shoulder as he laughed at her attempt to play with his hair. "I may have to think this entire relationship if I find out y girlfriend, the woman I love actually loved Cena before me."

"I wasn't in love with him!"

"My entire existence is being called into question," he lamented. "My girlfriend had a crush on John Cena!"

"I did not!" AJ giggled, feeling the tension of the filming melting away as she sat there.

"I bet you even had a John Cena shirt on," Dolph said, sounding like he was whimpering or something. She felt herself falling into a fit of laughter now, completely relaxed as she sat there with him, in those seats right at the very top, where everything below looked so small.

"I don't think he even had one at the time, I was wearing an Undertaker shirt."

"Oh, well, that changes things, he can have you."

"What? So you'll hate it if John Cena was my teenage crush, and I was 16 at the time—"

"Wouldn't you have been almost 17?" he asked, and that made her smile because it was a few days before her 17th birthday and for him to even be aware of that, well, it made her smile, even if he couldn't see it.

"I was still technically 16."

"And to think, you were going to kiss him…and Kane, wow, to think, you were sitting right around here, watching this show, and you were going to kiss two guys your teenage self saw wrestling. That's a trip. I bet your dad is so proud."

"Very funny," she told him, "and to think, my boyfriend just signed with the company, and was a nobody, but now he's about to become the World Champion."

"Not until Monday," he said, "I wish it could be tomorrow, can you just imagine 80,000 people just cheering me on, hoping I win?"

"I would love it too, but you're going to be the champion on Monday. I'm going to be dating the World Heavyweight champion. That's something I never thought I'd say. I'm the girlfriend of the World Heavyweight Champion."

"And I'm going to be the boyfriend of the Diva's champion," Dolph told her, "I like the sound of that. Mr. and Mrs. Champion. That'll be our new names."

"I like it, I like it," she told him with a laugh, "two kids make good, huh? We both wanted this from the time we were little, and look at us now, the company is putting itself on our shoulders, and we're going to run with it."

"You're damn straight we are," Dolph said, enthused now. "There's nothing stopping us. We're going to take it all, and we're going to be the best thing this company has ever seen, and we're going to do it every night."

"Sex every night, that's going to chafe," AJ told him as Dolph sat up and laughed, nearly doubling over. She loved when she could make him laugh because it felt like an accomplishment. He was so into comedy, so involved in that other world that when she could make him laugh, she felt proud of herself for being on par with all the other people who could make him laugh like that.

"I hope the camera people didn't catch that," he nodded to their crew who were actually taking a break so Dolph and AJ could have a moment.

"I don't think they'll publish that on the site, they already were pretty risqué putting us in the same bed together."

"On top of the sheets though, nothing happens on top of the sheets according to them. Nothing like what happened after I came back last night happens above the sheets."

She rolled her eyes. Yes, last night, he'd come back from hanging out with his brother, and they'd, well, they'd done some things she wasn't proud of so to speak, and yes, they had all taken place above the covers. She shoved at his shoulders a little. "Stop, you're going to embarrass the both of us."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, you feeling better?" he asked her genuinely, seeing again how his whole plan all along was to make her comfortable with sharing her entire world with a bunch of strangers. Underneath his cockiness, his jokes, his show-off persona, was someone who cared so deeply.

"Yeah, actually, I am. How do you do that?"

"My completely magnetic personality, something which John Cena doesn't have, thank you very much, just one more reason your 16 year old self should have had a crush on me."

"She would have if she'd known you, you would have been the cool, older man who just started wrestling. I would have hung out with you like a ring rat then used you to get into the business, and dumped your cute wiggly butt."

"Wow, now I know the agenda, get the Diva's title, dump me in real life, move onto bigger and better things, not that there are any…"

"Yes, that's my evil genius plan," she admitted. "We better head out, we've still got a lot to do today."

"Do we have to?" he asked, "I like sitting here with you. Does the real world have to exist?"

"Yes, it does," she told him, standing up and looking over at her film and photography crew.

Just one more day.