a/n I'm so sorry for making you wait for this! I had exams and then I went to France and then I lost all inspiration and that actually brings us to here! Thanks for the reviews!

-August 3, 2010; Backstage at NXT-

"Guys, I'm not here to give you a big speech today… I know that you think I'm a pain in the ass when I go on and on about the show… Tonight is a kissing contest. You'll be meeting the lucky lady a little later… Lay is going to go through the rest of the show with you… I'm not having much to do with the show, the backstage stuff anyway. I'll be making an appearance. Reluctantly. Don't fuck up and you won't be punished." I spoke quickly and was surprised that it didn't all come out in French. All of them stared at me blankly but I didn't bother repeating myself, I only left the room and walked straight to catering for something to eat.

"You're a bit stressed out. That's kind of my fault. Sorry about that." Alex sat down across from me with a sad smile.

"Don't apologise. It happens. More often than I'd like when I'm involved, but what can you do?"

"You're the owner of the purple panties, aren't you?" he asked and I nodded with my eyes closed. I hung my head. "You should tell Gwen."

"Because I really need to make more people hate me right now."

"The longer you wait the more it's going to hurt her." He told me and I nodded in agreement. "I am sorry for what I've done."

"I still have friends. I'm just being ignored by the one person who means something to me. It's not your fault, though. I'm the one who ruined everything by telling him that he wasn't going to get anywhere. Which we both know isn't true. I'm really sorry. This isn't the conversation I should be having with you." I pushed back my chair and stood up. "I'm sorry for being awkward. But this – us – won't ever happen. Because I've been hung up on Michael since I was nineteen and a half. I'm now twenty seven." I offered him a sad, pathetic smile. "This is kind of it for me."

"People find love in their forties, fifties and even their seventies."

"Have they been in love with the same person for eight years? I've had Mike. I know that he's what I want. And I pushed it away. Tell me I'm not crazy. I wouldn't believe you."

-Third Person; Live on NXT-

"You're not gonna kiss us, boys," Michelle said while Layla laughed in the background, "We have a special guest for you." The two girls looked up to the top of the ramp, awaiting the entrance of a familiar face.

"If you want me, let me know... I promise I won't say no."

The crowd stood on their feet as Claire Bonnet's original WWE theme played over the speakers. LayCool stood in the ring with huge smiles on their faces. The NXT Rookies looked pleased to see the former Diva's champion, rather pleased with the idea of getting to kiss her.

The French Diva had a microphone in her hand and a less than pleased expression on her face, though.

"You boys are insane if you think I'm going to kiss you," her heel characteristics came out to play. "You're Rookies and if LayCool aren't going to kiss you, you definitely aren't going to get the honour of kissing me." She turned to face the pros that were seated on the stage, "You, men, on the other hand, have a much better chance."

Kofi Kingston was the first person to be greeted by the woman, standing up straight as he did so. She looked up at him, touched a finger to his dreadlocks and shook her head.

"Sorry." She apologised falsely, moving onto the next person. Or skipping him entirely. Mark Henry wasn't even offered the time of day by Claire Bonnet, instead she moved straight to John Morrison. While off screen the two were good friends, they had never interacted onscreen and it was interesting to say the least.

Claire smiled up at him, watching as he removed his sunglasses. With a sly movement, she pulled his shirt away from his chest, looking down at his glorious abs. She turned around to face the crowd and pretended to fan herself.

"It's not your lucky day." She whispered, although her mouth was right next to the microphone. She planted a kiss on his cheek for being such a good sport, though. "The Franchise Playa." She smiled at the thirty six year old man and began to toy with the chains hanging around his neck. "You got a lot of money?" she asked him curiously, "Because we all know Teddy had a lot of money." The reference to her onscreen, ex-boyfriend was not lost on anyone in attendance.

"I got money, baby girl." MVP smirked at her, moving towards her for a kiss.

"But not enough." She pushed him back into his seat with little force. A quick glance at 'Dashing' Cody Rhodes and her insides began to churn. She had to do it, though.

He stood up to greet her and smiled when she stood right close to him, "We have some history, don't we?" the microphone wasn't by her mouth but it was close enough to pick up the entire conversation.

"I guess we do." His tone was mischievous, "And Teddy thought he didn't have to worry about us." She moved towards him, her mouth dangerously close to his before she turned her head to the side and felt his soft lips meet her equally soft cheek.

"You're making me out to be something I'm not, Dashing. That just won't do." Claire patted his chest, glad that she could move away from Cody and onto the next man in the line.

Zack Ryder was already standing up and his hand was held out to her. "Aren't you sweet?" she asked as he bought the back of her hand to his lips. "We have a romantic." The tone of her voice made her out to be very enthusiastic.

"Woo, woo, woo. You know it." He reeled off his catchphrase and watched as her smile slowly faded.

"No, you see, you ruined the moment. I thought we could have had a nice time." She gave him the honour of a kiss on both of his cheeks in accordance to French etiquette.

She bypassed one empty chair and stood in front of the other, staring straight at The Miz. People were anticipating the interaction having seen the game of cat and mouse the two had played over the years. Claire's hardened facial expression softened as he sent her a dazzling smile. She quickly snapped out of it.

"You of all people think that I'm going to kiss you. Non. You had your chance and you lost it, Miz. You had your chance for a very long time and you are not getting it back." She turned on her large heel and began to walk away only to be stopped when Mike's hand gripped around her wrist.

The whole movement was at an antagonising pace for the former Diva. Her hand dropped the microphone. She was pulled closer towards the United States Champion and eventually flush against his body. Silence had consumed the arena, especially the people who knew about their real life situation.

He leant her back slightly before he bought his lips down to hers in a soft, passionate kiss. She couldn't stop her hands from moving up to the side of his face, allowing him to continue with the kiss. It was real. Despite everything they had been through, that kiss was real.

Everything hit Claire like a ton of bricks and she pulled her head back at lightning speed. She was in complete and utter shock. That hadn't been scripted. Her appearance was supposed to be a complete novelty and nothing was supposed to happen. Upon standing frozen in Mike's arms for what seemed like an eternity she finally realised just where she was and with desperately quick speed she ran from his arms and past the other Pros, stumbling slightly as she did so.

It was easy to tell right then and there that that wasn't supposed to happen. But it had to be explained.