The Royal Rumble was the next event in Louisiana. And still our relationship was a little shaky. My plane got delayed because it was snowing hard as hell in Connecticut. So I arrived four hours late.

I hand picked five fans to have a special meet and greet with Randy.

Just doing my job as publicist as if I had nothing else to do. They were all annoying, screaming, teenage girls.

"Oh my god! I'm going to meet him…I'm going to meet him!" one of them screamed. I rolled my eyes.

"How do I look?" a tall brunette asked. She dug in her purse for a mirror and lip gloss. "Do you think he'll like me?"

Um..no, because he likes me, I thought to myself. I snorted loudly as they jumped up and down.

"Okay girls, calm down" I said. "My name is Alexandria-"

"Hi Alexandria!" they said in unison. Freaking psychos.

"And I'm Randy's publicist" and girlfriend. "So each of you will get to meet Randy before the show starts he's in his dressing room so please follow me"

"Oh my god" they said as we stood in front of his dressing room.

"I'm just going to go in for a sec and then I'll call you in" I said. I closed the door behind me. Randy was sitting down staring at the wall.

"Baby, I missed you" I said sweetly. I walked up to him. He didn't respond.

"Baby?" I said standing in front of where he sat. He snapped out of his daze.

"What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"Oh…I missed you" I said. I kissed him. "Miss me?" I whispered but he didn't kiss me back.

"Mmmhmmm" he said.

"What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing…arent the fans here?" I nodded.

"What's bothering you?" I said getting up.

"Nothing, bring the fans in" I sighed.

"Does this have to do with the Aaron thing?"

"Bring the fans in, Alexandria" he said sternly. I cringed and dug my heel into the thin carpet of the dressing room. What was his problem?

"Fine, but we're going to talk about this later" I opened the door and poked my head out. "Come on in girls" They all squealed and rushed forward. Randy stood up.
"Hey, how are you?" Randy asked the first girl who looked like Brooke Hogan. Her blue eyes were wide with awe.

"I…I…im okay" A blond stammered. You could see how nervous she was. I remembered when Randy used to make me nervous. I snorted. "Can I have a hug?" I shot a glare at Randy. I didn't exactly want Randy hugging some blond teenage bimbo.

After the fan's left, Randy went to go defend the World Heavyweight Belt against Batista. I had a few short meetings and then I saw John Cena.

"Hi, Alex" he said with a grin that made me smile. His dimples are too cute. He gave me a tight hug that lasted a bit too long.

"Hi John" I said.

"What's wrong, baby girl?"

"I don't know, something's wrong with Randy"
"Oh…."

"I hope it's not because of you!" I scolded poking him in the chest.

"Me?"

"Yea you! You told Randy about my date with Aaron and that set him off"

"Wait, I did that because I was worried about you"
"Worried about me?" I repeated. He took my left hand into his and squeezed it.

"Yes, I was worried. I care about you" he said softly. Was John flirting with me?

"That's so sweet John" I cooed with a smile.

"Because you're my best friend's girl," he added quickly.

Later on that night, I laid on the king sized bed in our hotel room. He sat down in the armchair in the corner and was staring out of the window for awhile.

"What a long day" I sighed rolling over to face him. There was obviously something wrong with him. Here I was rolling around in bed with lingerie on; usually Randy would be on top of me now telling me how much he loved me. I got up and sat down on his lap. "What's wrong baby?" I asked running my fingers through his short hair.

"Nothing." I searched his eyes for the answer to something.

For why he acting so weird. I kissed him gently.
"I know you, and there's something wrong, I wish you would just tell me" I whispered. He gazed at me intently and then kissed me.

"I love you" he said. Excuses, excuses, excuses. I wanted the truth.
"I know" I said.

"Let's go to bed, babe" he said patting my back. We climbed into bed. We just laid there in silence holding each other.

"You know you can tell me anything" I said after awhile.

"I know". I took a deep breath. I knew there was something bothering him but what I didn't know. Whatever it was, it happened tonight at the arena.
Then I thought:
Stacy

Something…she did something, said something.

Randy was at the arena hours before I got there. Something happened. I didn't want to ask him again because I knew he wouldn't tell me anyway. I sighed softly and laid my head on his chest.

I was worried.

I hope this is not going to break us, whatever it is. I couldn't deal with the possibility of losing Randy because of something. I looked up at him, he was snoring quietly..

What did I do to deserve something so good?

I lifted my head off of his chest slowly and crept out of the bed. I pulled on my robe and slippers and left the hotel room. I walked down the hall and around the corner. This would be the person to tell me what I needed to know. I knocked on the door quietly.

"I…I'm comin" I heard John say from inside the room. I heard footsteps. Finally he opened the door. He wiped his eyes. "Alex?" he groaned. I obviously woke him up.

"I need you John" I said quickly.

"What?"
"I need you tell me about Randy. What's wrong with him!" I said. He sighed.

"Come in, I'll tell you"

Whoa, what is wrong with Randy? And what is John gonna tell Alex? I'll give you a hint it has to do wit Stacy and her secret. Please review! Thanks for reading! Muahzz