A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner you guys. A lot has happened in the past month and has made it difficult for me to continue writing this chapter. Now it's finally here, but I'm not promising that this chapter is that great. Oh well(: Read on and review for me guys!(:

The night had been extremely slow ever since John had left. There weren't many superstars lining up to see me. I knew, however, that John would be back sometime tonight, and then I could go back to the hotel and relax. Then it was off to home again. Unless Vince could offer me a job, that is. Then, of course, I would travel with the WWE until..well until...I'm old enough to start a family. As I was busy daydreaming about the future ahead of me, a knock rang out on the door.

That must be John. I rushed over to the door, only pausing to straighten myself up, so that I looked presentable. When I opened the door I saw a familiar pair of gorgeous blue eyes and a tan body. "Bree, whatcha doin?" He had that cheerful tone in his voice. Maybe he had won his match or maybe, just maybe, he was actually happy to see me... AGAIN.

He barged through the door, right past me before I could even answer. "Absolutely nothing. Waiting for you so I can go see Vince before I leave." He looked guilty, but I swore there was a hint of excitement in his eyes that I had waited just to see him. "Sorry, I didn't know you needed to go. Do you want me to go with you? I can take you back to the hotel." He smiled up at me with that irresistible grin. "Sure, why not?"

As I gathered my things, John talked about his match from the night. He had won by pin fall. When everything was set to go, John grabbed my bag and led me down that long, cold hallway once again. I was nervous to go talk to Vince tonight. What if this was the last time I would ever set foot at a WWE event ever again? That couldn't happen just yet, it seemed as if I had just arrived, I did not want to leave.

"Everything okay Shawty?" John asked. He reached his hand to mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Oh, yeah. Just fine." I could tell by the expression on his face that he didn't believe me. I wasn't that good of a liar anyway.

We finally reached the dreaded door. I was hoping that maybe he had already left for the evening, or maybe he was too busy to see me at the moment, so I could at least get my thoughts together. "Are we gonna go in, or just stand here?" John asked with a breathtakingly beautiful smile plastered across his face.

"We are going in." My hand was shaking with fear, though I wasn't quite sure why. If Vince didn't think that I wasn't capable enough to do the job, he wouldn't have brought me asked for my assistance.

There he was sitting at his desk, talking on the phone, and scribbling things on his paper. It sounded to me like he was arguing with someone, but I didn't pay too much attention, as John took the seat beside mine. "Well I have a visitor in my office. Work on the things we discussed and then call me back," he grumbled into the phone.

"Ahh, Mrs. Smyth, how was your night?" he asked with his hands folded in front of him. He looked kind of intimidating when he did that. "It was absolutely amazing, Mr. McMahon. Thank you once again." I hoped that my thanks were enough to keep me around here for a bit longer.

"Well, we have an open spot, but of course we would need you to go through a series of evaluation before you would be eligible for hire. Would you be interested?" Yes! This was what I was hoping for, and now that he had finally given me the opportunity I struggled to keep myself under control.

"Absolutely, I am very excited to show you my talents." I smiled my warm, homey smile and I knew that John was watching me. I had almost forgotten that he was sitting right to my left side...almost. How could I forget that a man that was extremely close to perfection was right by my side?

After bidding goodbye to Vince, John and I walked into the parking lot and to his rental car. Things so far had been great! I would have never imagined that I would be at this place, with this person. John was truly amazing and I knew that it wouldn't be too long before I ended up falling for him.

"Well then Bree, I guess there is a possibility that I could be seeing you a lot more around here," John spoke. That beautiful smirk was placed on his face, showing the inner child within him. It was a part of him that I was drawn to the most. It was just the fact that he wasn't too uptight about things, even though they may affect him more than he lets on.

"I hope so." A sigh escaped my lips. Although I wouldn't trade anything for this job, it was very tiring. John seemed to have noticed and sent me a soft look of concern.

"It gets easier, ya know." I was absolutely stunned. There was something about the way he reacted to thing that let me know that he did care. Staring out my window, I brought myself to talk to him again.

"What?" I questioned.

"Being on the road, traveling, getting up at ridiculous hours. Somewhere in the midst of all that you find that its worthwhile. My family thought I was crazy when I first left, but eventually they accepted it." John was being really honest with me, I didn't need to know that though.

"My family doesn't know I'm here. They don't care about my though, never have." I figured that since he was being honest with me I needed to be with him also. It was the right thing to do.

"Oh." He looked over to me to see my reaction. Obviously, I wasn't showing much emotion so he continued. "And why is that?"

Just as the question was asked, my mind took me back to that last Saturday night.

Flashback

"Mom! It's time for me to leave!" I yelled to her from the downstairs living room. She was never too happy about me having a life of my own.

"Wait just one minute Aubrey Nicole Smyth. I really do not think this is a good idea. Why do you want to go to college? It's just a waste of money, girl. You probably won't be able to get a good job anyway." She had me stunned.

The entire ride to the airport, I was silent. I had nothing to say to the woman that I called my mother. If Dad was still alive he would be on my side; he always wanted me to go far in life. Mom just made up excuses so she wouldn't have to be alone.

I told her goodbye and didn't look back. Some things were going to have to change. Starting today, nothing else matters except for what I want.

End Flashback

"My Dad passed away when I was 15 and my Mom...she said by going to college and securing a future for myself, that I was wasting my time. We don't talk much," I replied.

"Oh" was all he said as we continued making our way to the hotel. Not one more word was spoken after that, maybe in fear, or maybe the silence was just too comfortable to be broken.

As all the lights faded away, I found myself slowly drifting to sleep. That's the last thing I remember.