Raw was probably the most fun AJ had ever had. Last week, the Monday after Payback was awful. She was celebrating her big victory when that old, jealous Stephanie McMahon interrupted her and threatened her. Then, to make things worse,Kaitlyn came out and tried to beat her up. She refused to let that happen again. She loved putting on that body suit. She loved strutting out there and pretending to be Kaitlyn. She loved mocking the secret admirer thing with Big E.

But the thing she loved the most happened backstage.

"Real cute." AJ looked up, finding herself staring into CM Punk's eyes. AJ smiled at his compliment. "You're so proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," squealed AJ, "Now, Kaitlyn knows why women aren't supposed to work out as much as she does. And she wonders why I call her man-arms."

"Well that's good for you," said Punk with a scoff, "But I'm just here to tell you that I don't have time for your crazy antics. As you can tell, I have a sleazy walrus and a Beast Incarnate on my hands. So I don't have the time to hang out with the likes of you."

The likes of her? Believe it or not, that hurt AJ. "That's nice. You go find out the truth from Paul, even through he's just gonna lie to you anyway."

This time, it was Punk's turn to be hurt. "Lie to me? Lie to me? Paul is my best friend! He would never lie to me!"

"Sure," said AJ, "Because Paul hasn't lied to all his other friends before. Face the facts Punk. Paul cares about no one but himself. He does what's best for him. Paul set you up. Paul has betrayed you. And he's gonna lie to you." AJ inched closer, looking up into Punk's eyes, a serious look on his face. "And your gonna believe him." And then she skipped off.

Punk stood there, breathing in her vanilla sent which still lingered in the air. He couldn't help but wonder if the petite champion was right. But she's crazy, he told himself as he walked off.

But, as Kaitlyn knew first hand, crazy was smart.

Kaitlyn didn't want to cry anymore. She cried when AJ revealed that she was her secret admirer. She cried as she assaulted Aksana and that ref. She cried at Payback. She was done crying. Crying was a symbol of weakness.

And Kaitlyn was not weak.

So she sat on a crate, wondering what she would have to do to triumph over her former friend. She spotted Sheamus in the distance, talking to Kofi Kingston. She called him over, needing his advice.

"What's up?" Sheamus asked, his Irish accent booming. He noticed the frown on her face and he frowned too. He hated seeing Kaitlyn sad. "I saw what AJ did to you."

"I don't know what to do anymore," sighed Kaitlyn. Sheamus rubbed her back, trying to come up with a way to help her. Then it hit him.

"She tried to embarrass you," Sheamus said, "She dressed up as you and humiliated you. So why don't you do the same?" Kaitlyn looked up at him, a smile on her face. Sure, it was a simple idea. But she knew that simple was effective.

"You're the best!" Kaitlyn squealed, giving Sheamus a bone-crushing hug. Then she jumped off the crate and raced off.

The next week, Kaitlyn did exactly what Sheamus suggested. She took the blonde dye out of her hair, put on AJ's "Love Bites" shirt, put on shorts and knee high Chuck Taylors, and skipped out there. To be honest, Kaitlyn hated dressing up like her. She felt so exposed, even though she didn't cut her shirt up like AJ did.

Yet she enjoyed it so much. She spat out all the things she knew that got to AJ-specifically her various relationships. She even cost AJ her match against Natalya,which was something AJ couldn't do on Monday. And then she speared her into next week.

God, it felt good to have one up on AJ. She propped herself up against a wall, taking a deep breath. So this is what victory feels like, she thought. But Kaitlyn knew that the battle was long from over.

She headed towards the men's locker room, looking for Sheamus. She found him, alone, packing his bags and preparing to leave. "Hey Sheamus," she said, capturing his attention.

"Hey Kaitie," he responded, "What's up?"

"I just wanted to thank you for the idea," she said, "I did pretty good, didn't I?"

"You were amazing," Sheamus said, "You know, I would live to see you in those shirts more." Kaitlyn couldn't stop the blush from coming on.

"Maybe you will," shrugged Kaitlyn, smiling at the confused look Sheamus gave her. "As a bit of a thank you, I was wondering if maybe we could...you know...hang out tomorrow night?"

If Sheamus was drinking something, this would've been the time that he would've spat it out. She wanted to go out? With him? "Uh, sure. How about tomorrow at eight?"

To be honest, Kaitlyn didn't expect Sheamus to say yes. It was just a spontaneous thing-she didn't have any idea how tomorrow's "date" would turn out. But she couldn't wait to find out.

"Yeah. Eight is good." What did Sheamus have up his sleeve? Sheamus's sweet smile totally said something. But whatever it was, Kaitlyn was ready for it. She left, ready to change out if that ridiculous outfit she wore. As she changed, all she could think about was tommorow.

OMG! Did any of you see Snackdown yesterday? Well, I'll only say that you need to see it, because something happened that will totally be in my story! So, pretty short, but now you have something to look forward to! A Kaitmus date? Punklee tension? Woah, what could possibly happen next? Review for a next chapter! :)

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