A/N- I tried not to jump around too much here, but I might have just a little. This most likely could have been two chapters, but I decided it would be better as one. Again, if nothing else, read the conversations, although this time, the chapter isn't a filler, and contains important information. Or I could just be telling you that so you read it all. Review, please.

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Isn't it strange how drawn we are to warm, rainy mornings. Very few things were as peaceful as watching the rain fall. Hearing the drops hit the roof was very soothing. Whether she was in the comfort of her own home, or on a hotel balcony, Caylin loved watching the rain. Nothing could calm her down or make her feel more at ease. It was quiet mornings like this she lived for.

"CAYLIN! I GOT YOU YOUR BREAKFAST." But quiet morning couldn't last forever.

"Chris, I'm right here. Do you really have to scream?" She asked walking back into the dimly lit room. There was only one lamp on, and the muted TV.

"I wanted to make sure you would hear me." Chris shrugged and set the food down. Caylin smiled and grabbed her food, taking it over to her bed.

"What did you get me?" She asked while opening the bag.

"Your favorite." She rolled her eyes. Chris didn't know what she liked.

"Homefries topped with scrambled eggs, an orange, and a piece of French toast." Caylin's jaw about dropped.

"How did you know?"

"You only order the same thing every morning." Chris reminded her.

"Yeah, but you are usually trying to clean your spoon and fork so you can see yourself through them." Caylin added, not even joking. Chris really did do that.

"I can still hear you." Chris didn't add that she also told him that online.

"Who knew Chris Jericho could focus on someone other than himself?" She joked.

"Hey, I walked in ice cold rain for this."

"It's eighty degrees out and we are in Florida." Caylin pointed out.

"It's my lie and I can tell it how I want to."

"Most lies are based on the truth though." Caylin said, unsure why she was arguing with him about this.

"Caylin Sue, the truth is nothing but a lie wrapped in a blanket." Chris quoted, after pulling up quotes on his computer. He looked around the room and noticed Caylin's computer was closed, which meant his online friend wasn't online. Flooded with relief, Chris signed on to his messenger so he could tell Cody to bring him coffee. His heart about stopped when he saw that CanYouSayCay was actually online, yet Caylin's computer was closed.

"Where did you hear....what's wrong?" Cayling asked, noticing Chris looking up and down rapidly.

"Uh..nothing. Someone keeps messaging me online, and I was...uh, ….trying to listen to what you were saying." Chris finally got out, quickly coming up with an excuse.

"Who in their right mind would message you?" Caylin joked.

"I'll have you know that I talk to plenty of people on the computer, I'm a big hit on the world wide web."

"Do you have have instant messenger?" Caylin asked, finishing off her breakfast.

"No, I email all my millions of fans." Chris was still trying to figure out how Caylin was signed on when her computer was turned off. There was no way he was wrong about who she was online, he had proved it plenty of times.

"Sarcasm noted. So what is your screen name? I'll add you." He finally had a line to bite.

"How are you going to add me when your computer isn't on?" Chris asked, nodding towards her closed computer. He felt like an idiot when she held up her phone.

"I'm signed on from my phone. I didn't feel like hooking up my computer." She felt the need to explain.

"Showoff. Anyway, since we are in Florida for a few days, I'm going to stay at my house." Chris told her, changing the subject.

"So does this mean I get time away from you?" Caylin asked excitedly.

"No. Vince said you have to come with me." His tone was even, and she couldn't tell how he felt about it.

"Chris, I'm not going to invade your privacy by coming into your home."

"Why not? You invade it every time you come into the bathroom while I am in the shower. Might as well do it at my home too."

"Chris, I know you don't want me in your home, and it's fine. I'll just stay in a hotel close by. I don't see how Vince is going to find out."

"He will, then it will be my ass in trouble, because you're Caylin and can do no wrong in Vince's eyes." Chris reminded her, still debating if he should message her online.

"Well do you have any idea how much longer this arrangement is going to last? Not that I don't love sharing a bed with you every night." Caylin asked, rolling her eyes with her last statement.

"He keeps adding on a week at the end of each week. So who really knows with Vince. I'd say at least two more weeks. Lucky you, getting to spend extra time with a sexy beast."

"I'm not getting into this with you again. I told you, and promised Vince, I would be civil until this whole ordeal is over, so until then, I will try and be nice."

"How generous of you." Chris replied, finally clicking on CanYouSayCay's name.

KingOfYourWorld: Bon jor
CanYouSayCay: Who knew you spoke French.
KingOfYouWorld: Just between us, I don't.
CanYouSayCay: I never would have guessed. This is such a shock.
KingOfYourWorld: I see why you are upset. You now know I am not perfect.
CanYouSayCay: I knew that when you said "Bon Jor". It's "Bonjour."
KingOfYourWorld: I knew that. So, did you decide to do anything for your birthday? It's in two days.
CanYouSayCay: I am aware of that, and no, no plans. There aren't going to be any plans either.

Yes there is. Chris already sent out the invitations.

KingOfYourWorld: That is no fun.
CanYouSayCay: We have already been over this.
KingOfYourWorld: And now we are going over it again.
CanYouSayCay: No we aren't. Now, the guy I am traveling with informed me he is staying at his house for a few days.
KingOfYourWorld: That must be good news for you.
CanYouSayCay: I've sort have grown use to him.
KingOfYourWorld: So you are going to miss him...?
CanYouSayCay: In some strange, weird, way, yes. I mean, we haven't been apart from each for more than fifteen minutes in the past two months.
KingOfYourWorld: So just ask him if you can stay with him.
CanYouSayCay: Are you kidding? It would go straight to his ego and he'd never let it drop.
KingOfYourWorld: I think you would be surprised. I doubt he'd say anything about it.
CanYouSayCay: Trust me, you don't know this man.
KingOfYourWorld: True.
CanYouSayCay: So let me ask you a question.
KingOfYourWorld: No, I can't marry you.
CanYouSayCay: How about telling me how you knew my name?

Chris read the reply over and over again, unsure of how to answer. Signing off seemed like a good option right now, but he didn't want to do that.

KingOfYourWorld: I figured it was either Caylin, or Caytlin.
CanYouSayCay: Something tells me there is more to it than that, but I'll let it go for now.
KingOfYourWorld: As fun as this has been Caylin, I am going to have to part now.
CanYouSayCay: Can't you just say goodbye like a normal person?

KingOfYourWorld has signed off

"We have to be checked out of here by twelve, so we should pack." Caylin mumbled, turning her phone off and getting off the bed.

"Ah, I'll have the bell boy do it." Chris replied, laying back on the bed.

"Get your lazy ass up and pack. Now!" She smacked him across the chest and he jumped up, complaining about the stinging on his freshly waxed chest.

"This red mark better go away by match tonight. If I have to go out there looking anything but sexy, then you are to blame." Chris ranted.

"Like you have to worry about being anything other than sexy, besides frustrating." Caylin muttered to herself, perhaps a little to loudly.

"Really, you think I'm sexy? People said I lost some of my appeal when I cut my hair off, but I think I look better with short hair. What do you think?" Chris asked, stepping in front of the mirror and running his hands through his hair.

"Shut up and pack."

They both packed their belongings in relative silence, not a sentence spoken between them. It wasn't until Chris watched Caylin struggle with her three bags did he finally speak up.

"Caylin Sue, would you like me to carry those for you?" Chris asked sweetly, stepping up beside her.

"Not even you could carry your ten bags and my three."

"Trust me, the Ayatollah can." Cockily, Chris grabbed Caylin's bags, then picked up his four bags, and began to slowly walk to the elevators.

"You know, I could take one or two." Caylin offered.

"No."

"See, this is the frustrating part of you I was talking about. We could go so much faster if you would let me carry a bag or two. I'm not fragile."

"I'm the man, it's my job."

"You're not my boyfriend!"

"I might as well be. You never go out anyway."

"Neither do you!"

"Someone has to entertain you!"

"You are neglecting Cody!"

"He has Ted!"

"This is going no where." Caylin said, stepping into the elevator.

"I'm going to have the cab drop us off at my house first so we can get settled before heading to the arena."

"I'm not staying at your house with you."

"Suit yourself." She glanced at him, surprised. She expected more of a fight from him.

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The cab pulled up to a rather large brick house in a really nice neighborhood. The house wasn't overly large, but it was still fairly big. Bigger than she had suspected.

"Jay lives there, and Adam lives here." Chris said, pointing to the houses on either side of him.

"You mean you live in the middle of Edge and Christian?" Caylin asked, her inner fangirl coming out.

"Yes, but surprisingly, they like to be called Adam and Jay." Caylin shoved him slightly. She couldn't help it, she loved Edg...Adam and Jay. Plus, she had only been a diva for two years, so she was still starstruck. She also had never met Jay, who was working for the other company.

Chris led them inside, which was as beautiful as the outside. As soon as you walked through the front door, you entered the spacious living room, filled with pictures, big screen TV, and a full living room suit. Chris gave her a quick tour of the house before stopping in front of his room.

"This is...not at all what I expected."

"What did you expect? A mess every where with stripped in every room?"

"I've seen the way you live Chris, you are a slob. I'm surprised at how clean this is. But, I must say, you have a beautiful home." She told him truthfully.

"Yeah, I know. Now, what do you say we get reintroduced to my bed?" Chris raised his eyes suggestively. Caylin laughed and shook her head.

"No, just hurry up."

"Go down to the kitchen and made me a sandwich while you wait." Chris intructed.

"Fuck you."

"Later doll, no time right now." Chris smirked and entered his room, closing the door before Caylin could throw something or hit him.

Caylin strolled slowly through the halls looking at the various pictures on the walls. There were a lot of the wrestlers currently on the rosters hanging up, and some from the nineties. She could tell which was which by Chris's hair. She stopped to look at one wall that was dedicated to his family. He looked identical to his dad, Caylin noticed. At the end of that hall was a room with a clever "do not enter" sign hanging on it. Smirking, Caylin grabbed the doorknob and opened it. Immediately, a loud beeping noise sounded through the house, almost deafening to the ears.

"What the hell?" Caylin shrieked, jumping backwards and covering her ears.

"It says don't enter for a reason." Chris appeared from no where. Caylin watched as he punched in a code beside the door. 11-8-4-4-2. That was the code.

"What the hell do you have in there? Hostages?" Caylin finally left go of her ringing ears. They head the door downstairs open and slam shut before Chris could answer.

"CHRIS! ARE YOU HOME! THE ALARM WENT OFF TO YOUR ROOM!"

"It's fine Jay. Just a snoopy bitch." Chris yelled back down the steps.

"Christian!" Caylin's eyes lit up, and before Chris could blink, she was down the steps. He could hear her talking Jay's ear off a few minutes later.

He was not jealous.