a/n hello again. I think I might have sorted out my computer issues... I hope so! Though, the redirect virus is a bitch... Anyways! Thanks as always to my reviewers! Showni13, Julzi, captainbartholemew and LaReinaMia! Drama, drama, drama! I've already written the next chapter, so review quickly and it'll be up in a few days!

-July 20, 2010-

NXT, aka the only reason I was still forced to travel with the WWE, was being held in Verizon Arena in Arkansas. It was getting to the stage where I didn't want to be on the road. That wasn't a strange thing in the world of professional wrestling. Everyone absolutely loved what they did, but the travelling took its toll. However, when you're not actually doing what you love, the travelling wears on your very last nerves.

"Belle!" there was only one person who called me that even if it seemed to be the most popular thing that Americans called French girls.

"Mikey!" I smiled widely at my boyfriend. I hadn't seen him since last Tuesday because I'd stayed in Pointe-Claire instead of going back to LA.

He met me with open arms, pulling me against him. This is what I had been expecting when I opened my door last Wednesday's morning. At the thought, I let my own arms flop by my side.

"You okay?" Mike as he pulled away, holding me at arms' length. "What did I do?" he asked with a pout, but he was joking. He thought he was innocent. I told him that we'd discuss it when we got to our shared hotel room and he raised an eyebrow. Oh yeah, he had absolutely no clue.

We had to share an elevator with Lucky, Joe and Alex. Alex was giving Mike evil glares behind his back and I had to stifle back laughs because no one else knew what was going on. I could tell from the look on Alex's face – when he wasn't pulling faces – that he knew I was going to talk to Mike about him not showing up.

I was thinking about Alex differently because of everything my family had said. I was thinking about Mike differently because of what Benji had said and because of my father being very upfront in saying that he preferred Alex over Mike.

"Why am I sensing an awkward vibe? Or is it just me?" four pairs of eyes turned to Joe. Lucky shrugged – he had his one earphone in so he was satisfied even with the lack of conversation – while Mike said that he didn't find anything awkward about the elevator ride. Alex, on the other hand, stayed quiet just like me. "Alright, it's only me."

"Voilà." I said quietly as the elevator doors opened at my floor. "Au revoir." I sent a small wave in the direction of the three men still in the elevator as the doors were closing before I turned to walk to the hotel room.

"Want to tell me why you're crabby with me?" Mike asked before we were even inside.

"What did you do on Wednesday?" I asked bluntly.

"I went to Connecticut to speak to Vince about a few things..." he was unsure of why he was being asked. Typical. He'd already forgotten.

"What did I do on Wednesday?" he shrugged and I sighed, "What did Alex do on Wednesday?" he thought for a few seconds before he finally realised why I was 'crabby with him'. It was visible on his face; the way his eyes widened slightly, his mouth was left open the tiniest bit and the red blush that was coming to his cheeks. "What did I do on Wednesday?" I asked again and he looked at his feet. "Don't get all shy on me now, Mikey." That was bitchy of me, to use the nickname in the tone of voice that I did. But I think I had every right to.

"You went to Quebec." I glared at him until he continued, "For Bastille Day. And Alex went."

"As your replacement." I spat bitterly at him. "Seriously, Mike? SERIOUSLY?" He was visibly frightened by the pitch of my voice because he took a small step backwards before recomposing himself. "Fuck it, Mike. You called me once. On a private number so I couldn't call back. Alex showed up on my doorstep and I hugged him like I would have hugged you because it was supposed to be you."

"I'm sorry!" he apologised, "Christ, it was once!"

"Oh, I wish it was."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It happens all the time, Mike! All the damn time! Work this, work that. Oh, Vince called so I have to leave now. We can't spend any time together because you're working. Do you not even try get some time off?"

"Of course I do, Claire! I wish I could spend more time with you but you know how busy my schedule is."

"Too busy to even call?"

"I'm trying here, Claire." I almost gave in at that point because his voice cracked and he was basically pleading with me. It was getting to the stage where I was wondering if he'd drop to his knees in front of me. He didn't.

"Maybe you aren't trying hard enough. It doesn't even seem like it affects you. You act as though nothing has happened! Everything has happened!"

"What are you yelling at me for? It's my job, Claire! You know it is!" Mike shouted at me but I wasn't about to back down - had I ever been known to step down from an argument?

"I know that it's your job! I'm not fucking stupid, I work here, too! I'm just sick of always being blown off! I'm your girlfriend and you don't even call me to tell me that you can't show up!"

"Do you want me to stop? Do you not want me to do what I do?"

"That's pretty much it, yes." I answered honestly and Mike's expression turned into one of absolute disbelief.

"Why? Because you feel lonely? Because you think I'm ignoring you?"

"Because you're not going anywhere!"