OK, thanks to the people that have been reading so far! I hope you are enjoying it. Please please please please review if you get a chance. You're feedback would mean so much to me.

P.S. I kind of made my own RAW roster, using many of my favorites. I know all these guys aren't on the same show, but I'm pretending they are. Call it a creative liberty :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the WWE or the WWE itself.

Chapter 3

Maryse woke up, tangled in the sheets of her hotel bed. She woke up alone, of course, because Mike never stayed around after nights like that. Her head was pounding and the last thing she wanted to do was get ready for a house show that evening.

The events of last night were swimming around in her brain, starting with the most recent. Sleep, sex, Mike, the stuff, withdrawal, shaking…

Her thoughts stopped when she thought about that voice. This morning, the calming, caring voice that had helped her almost felt like a part of the blonde woman's dreams. She shook her head hard, trying to remember whether that had actually happened. As she did that, her tired eyes fell on the soft, black piece of clothing thrown in the corner of the suite.

So it wasn't a dream Maryse thought. He went out of his way to help me, to try to calm me…

She was snapped out of it when she heard her cell phone ringing. Rushing to grab it from the bag next her bed, the French Canadian fell right over the side, landing with a loud thump.

"Hullo..?" She mumbled, rubbing her head again and untangling herself from the sheets that fell with her.

"Oh gosh, you aren't just waking up are you?" She could immediately pinpoint the spritely voice on the other side as her best friend in the business, Melina. Most people didn't know they even spoke to each other, let alone had a close relationship, but she was about the only person left backstage that she trusted. Melina knew all about Maryse's "problems" and had tried to help her before, but the diva just couldn't seem to stay clean.

"Ummm... yeah, sorry. What's the problem?" Maryse asked quietly, still trying to collect all of her thoughts.

"We have to get on the road! We need to be at the next arena in just a few hours," Melina said frantically. Maryse could hear the panic starting to creep into Melina's voice and giggled softly to herself. While the blonde didn't mind arriving fashionably late to events, her dark-haired counterpart HAD to be on time—or early—for everything. She knew better than to drag her feet today.

"Ok, ok... I just need time to shower, eat breakfast, get dressed..." Maryse started.

"Nope, no time. You can shower at the arena." Melina cut her off. "I'll meet you in the lobby in fifteen. Hurry your little butt up," she teased. With that, Maryse hung up and let out a long, loud groan. She just did not want to go through the normal routine again today. Nothing about packing up, driving to another generic town, doing a regular house show and checking into another hotel appealed to her.

Nothing except the possibility of hearing that voice again…

-Phil—

Rolling his suitcase behind him, Phil shoved open the back doors and made his way into the arena. He was almost always the first one there on house show days. These days were much more relaxed, more casual, so people never showed up as early.

He found the dressing room and began setting up his locker. Before long, the guys were showing up, coming in the same order in which they seem to show up every night. He said his hellos to the entering crowd before the chatter began about their nights last night.

He never really participated in these conversations because he never really went out. Even when he did, he didn't drink, so his stories were nowhere near as exciting.

Besides, he spent most of last night driving Maryse, tending to Maryse and dreaming about Maryse.

As usual, most of the male superstars were hung-over and discussing the bars they visited the previous evening. Also like normal, the youngsters were the most vocal.

"She had the most amazing ass I had ever seen," Cody Rhodes bragged. Phil rolled his eyes at this comment because he was pretty sure Cody said that at almost every stop.

"How would you even know?" his best friend, Ted DiBiase interjected. "You were so wasted that you couldn't see straight!" The locker room filled with snickers and chuckles before Cody confidently and quickly responded.

"Because her ass still looked amazing in my bed this morning."

With that, the guys all erupted into a chorus of "Oooohs" before taking turns high-fiving the raven-haired superstar. Ted just shook his head, laughing, and returned to getting ready.

"Yeah, at least you didn't have to be carried out of there like Chris did!" Christian shouted, trying to embarrass his old and dear friend. Before Christian could continue, Chris Jericho threw his wrist tape at him, connecting with his face.

"It's all your fault; you bought the drinks last night!" Jericho cried back. "What did you buy me anyway, straight vodka?"

The giggles and yells were cut off by a firm knock at the door. Jericho, being the closest, quickly opened it to see who was interrupting the guys' "dude-bonding moment" and found a tall, tanned blonde on the other side.

"Maryse," he cooed. The mere mention of her name made Phil sit straight up on his bench, staying with his back to the door and trying not to look so obviously intrigued.

"To what to I owe the pleasure?" Jericho asked flirtatiously.

"I need to give Punk his sweatshirt back," she stated with a teasing glint in her eyes. "He left it in my hotel room."

As the last two words left her full pink lips, every single man in that room stopped whatever they were doing and slowly turned to look at Phil with shock on their faces. He could feel himself blushing and turned to look at Maryse. An undeniably devious smirk was plastered on her face. He knew that was the reaction from the audience that she was hoping for…

Phil let out an awkward cough and rose to his feet, beginning the seemingly endless march to the doorway. The eyes were following him as he reached his destination and grabbed for the jacket. She didn't let go, selecting instead to draw him closer and whisper in his ear.

"Want to talk a little walk?" Again he noticed that smirk on her lips and knew she was enjoying this embarrassing moment way too much. The woman definitely knew how to put on a show…

He was hesitant because he knew this woman liked to play games and he didn't want to get wound up in them. The last thing he wanted to do now, though, was sit back down in that locker room full of curious faces, so I looked like he had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Turning around to look at the crowd of hungry faces—and without letting go of the hoodie that connected he and Maryse—he flashed his trademark grin.

"I guess I'll talk to you gentleman later."

Brighter than the last chapter, right? I like the banter in the locker room…

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