Disclaimer: I do not own Jay "Christian" Reso or anything that pertains to World Wrestling Entertainment. I am not profiting from writing this piece.

"Oh God," I mumbled to myself as I watched Jay bound up my front steps to meet me. He looked exceptional today. He was wearing a black, short-sleeved dress shirt. He had the first three buttons unbuttoned; revealing a little bit of his chest. Those dark denim blue jeans were hugging his legs in all the right places.

"Are we swinging by the church on the way to Chris's?" I teased in an effort to hide my discomfort.

Jay smirked and gave me a quick once-over.

"Or we could just drop you off at the nearest street corner, because it looks like you aren't interested in being saved."

I blushed, looking down at myself. I didn't think my purple pleated corset top and jeans ensemble was inappropriate.

"I'm only teasing. You look fine," Jay chuckled, giving me a soft smile. "Heather's waiting in the car. Are you ready to go?"

I adjusted the small bag I had draped over my shoulder. It contained my swim-suit and a second change of clothes just in case Jay spilt something on me again.

"I guess so," I replied.

As Jay looped his arm around my waist and guided me down the steps, I looked into the driver's side window. Heather Mitchum-Reso was looking into the review mirror, applying a layer of gloss to her lips. As much as I love her, it is safe to say she is a stereotypical blonde-bombshell with everything going for her. She had the perfect hair, perfect body, perfect teeth…perfect man.

I shamefully cursed the day I had introduced Heather to Jay. It was our freshmen year of college. I had been tutoring Heather in calculus. When she finally managed to pass a test, she thought that it was appropriate to take me to one of those college parties to celebrate. Jay was big on the party scene (which he later sucked me into) and it was no surprise that we would find him at this particular party. Jay and I hadn't known each other very long at the time, but he sat next to me in our Philosophy course; and we went out for coffee on a few occasions.

I had spent a month and a half working up the courage to ask him out on an official date. Then he locked eyes with Heather that night, and the rest was history…painful, agonizing history. I never got the opportunity to tell Jay how I felt. So now here I am, thirty-five, single, and watching my best friend living happily-ever-after with the man of our dreams. Could I be anymore pathetic?

"Hi, AJ!" Heather sang as I slid into the backseat of her silver Sedan. She flashed me a smile—that smile that always came across as portentous; and if I didn't know her as well as I did, I probably would have taken offense to it.

"Hey, Heather," I greeted with a forced smile.

"Josh has probably beaten us to Chris's." She said to Jay as he climbed into the passenger's seat.

"Again," Jay groaned. "You've invited Josh again?"

"Yes." Heather answered flatly and avoided looking in his direction as she pulled the vehicle out of my driveway.

Josh was employed at the bank that Heather managed. Jay was openly opposed to his wife's growing affection for the twenty-four-year-old bank-teller. He had made the comment to me once or twice that their relationship was "unnatural." Couldn't the same be said about ours?

"He's alone for the holidays, too, you know. I thought it was important for him to be with us as a compromise."

"Was him going grocery shopping with us a compromise? What about when you invited him to help us pick out paint samples whenever we were re-painting the kitchen? Was that a compromise for him living a sheltered life?"

Even from the backseat, I could see Heather's jaw tighten as she glared at Jay out of the corner of her eye.

"I really don't think we should be arguing about this with AJ in the car."

"And I really don't think you should have invited the John-Stamos-circa-1980's-wannabe, but you did. So here we are, arguing about this with AJ in the car."

"Enough, Jason…This is the Thanksgiving, so let's just leave this where it's at and discuss it privately some other time."

"Who gives a flying fart on the planet formally known as Pluto if it's Thanksgiving, my birthday, your birthday, or our ninth wedding anniversary?" Jay spat, to which I had to stifle a laugh. "If you would quit inviting this guy to every family/friend function we're invited to, then I wouldn't have to discuss this publicly."

"Guys," I finally felt the need to interrupt, "if you're going to have a Jerry Springer moment, I would much rather walk to Chris's. Just let me out at the next intersection."

Jay laughed. It was a tense laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.

"Sorry, AJ; from here on out, I promise to be on my best behavior," he vowed.

I was slightly surprised by the fact that he was offering me an apology as opposed to his wife. Was there trouble in fairy-tale land?

"And I promise not to shove you into expensive objects," I giggled.

Jay said nothing, but I caught glimpse of him grinning in the review mirror.