A/N- I'm going to close the poll tomorrow night, so last minute voters...vote! I am thinking of ending this soon, maybe another five chapters. I have a new story I want to post and work on, but that won't happen until I finish this one.

*Side note- I wrote the majority of this while watching Grease, so if some random song lyrics appear, you know why. Kidding. I hope.

Online Friends, Offline Enemies

A man and a woman were sitting side by side on a airplane headed from Florida to Chicago. Both of them had a computer sitting on them and were typing away furiously. The woman had a scowl on her face and looked as if she was ready to kill. The man looked almost sad, and his movement wasn't as rapid as the lady sitting next to him.

CanYouSayCay: I'm never talking to him again, I swear. He is such a jackass.
KingOfYourWorld: Maybe you are overreacting.
CanYouSayCay: I am not! I told you what happened, how can you side with him?
KingOfYourWorld: I'm not siding with him, it just doesn't seem that bad.
CanYouSayCay: He kicked me out!!!!
KingOfYourWorld: Kicked you out of his room, not his house. Cut him some slack.
CanYouSayCay: Absolutely not. He threw me a birthday party then treated me like that. WTF?
KingOfYourWorld: If you hate him so much, why is this bothering you?
CanYouSayCay: Because! You don't just treat a person like that.
KingOfYourWorld: Did you ever think maybe there was something wrong with him? Maybe he was upset. Did you take the time to find out?
CanYouSayCay: If he was upset he would have told me.
KingOfYourWorld: Not if you treat each other the way you say you do.
CanYouSayCay: Yeah, but still....trust me, he wasn't upset. He has no feelings.
KingOfYourWorld: He has just the same amount of feelings you do.
CanYouSayCay: Trust me, you don't know him.
KingOfYourWorld: I know him better than you think......we are both guys after all.

"Get your arm away from me." Caylin growled at Chris, whose elbow touched her as he shifted in the uncomfortable seat.

"Lose your damn attitude." He shot back.

"Fuck you!"

"No thank you."

"Go sit somewhere else, Chris. I don't want to be around you." Caylin crossed her arms and looked out the window.

"Where am I supposed to go? We are thirty thousand feet in the damn air!"

"Out the window sounds like a great idea."

"Sure babe, go ahead. Wait, I'll get you a parachute. I hope I don't accidentally cut the string first." Chris snapped back.

"You are such a dick."

"Then stop talking to me and all our problems would be over with." Chris informed her.

"How can I? You're always around! Always! I can go two minutes without seeing you."

"Not my choice, trust me, not my choice."

"We need to talk to Vince about this Chris, I can't continue arguing with you all the time." Caylin lowered her voice.

"I agree. I'll talk to him when we get to the arena." Chris promised.

Vince sat behind his desk looking at the blond man sitting in front of him. Chris had knocked earlier, waited to come until he was told to, sat down and didn't talk until Vince spoke first. Before the meeting even got started, Vince knew he probably wasn't going to like what was said. Last time Chris acted this way, he asked for his release back in 2005. Though he'd never say it, Vince desperately needed Chris to stay. WWE was short on heels, really only having three; Edge, Randy and Jericho.

"So what can I help you with, Chris?"

"It's about Caylin. I'm here to ask that our current storyline is terminated." Chris spoke slowly and softly, neither of which Vince was used to.

"If this is about what happened last week in catering, neither of you are in trouble." Chris gave a small smile, shaking his head. Last week in catering Caylin dumped a bowl of soup over his head and smashed a cupcake into his face. So he retaliated by unsnapping her bra and dumping a plate of spaghetti down her shirt.

"No, that's not why, Vince. We just really aren't getting along, and she is beginning to hate me."

"I take it you don't feel the same way?" Vince asked, noticing Chris said Caylin hated him, he didn't say he hated her.

"Huh? No, I do."

"The last thing I want is my workers unhappy, but creative has plans for you two for another month, possibly more. You two are a big hit with fans. They erupt when they see you guys together. I can't pull the plug on this because you two can't get along when alone."

"So we are stuck together for at least another month?"

"Yes."

"Do we still have to room and travel together?"

"Yes."

"Do we have to be affectionate around fans?"

"Yes."

"Can I quit my job yet?"

"No."

"Thanks Vince, you aren't a help at all." Chris left the office, slightly excited, though he'd never show it. He has grown attached to the blonde, even if she did hate his life.

Caylin was fuming. Damn Vince McMahon and his evil ways. He did this on purpose, she was sureof it. He enjoyed watching her be miserable. No, better yet, Chris put him up to this. She should have known better than to let Chris go talk to Vince alone, he probably lied and asked if this storyline could be extended a year or five. That was it! That is exactly what happened. The only thing to do was visit Vince herself! She would catch Chris in a lie, make him look bad, and end this storyline! The perfect ending.

"Come in." Vince frowned when he heard a knock at his office. Raw was almost over and he rarely got visitors this late.

"Ah, Caylin, how did I know?"

"Vince, obviously Chris came in here earlier and said how great we get along and that creative plans for us should be extended, but it's all a lie." Caylin sat down as she began her rambling.

"So everything Chris said was a lie?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Then you don't want this storyline to end?"

"Exactly! I knew he came in here and told you lies bu....wait, what?"

"Chris asked for the storlyline to be terminated immediately because you guys aren't getting along." Caylin sat there, speechless. That little shit! He made her look like an idiot. He did this on purpose. He knew she'd come back to Vince so he told the truth. No wonder she hated him!

"Well, he was absolutely right. Excuse me Vince, I have to go meet someone." Vince smiled as he watched her leave. Oh the perks of owning a wrestling business.

Caylin stormed the halls backstage looking for Chris. She had a few choice words for him. First though, she had to find him.

"Cody, is Chris in the locker room?" Caylin asked as she passed him in the hall.

"No, he left a while ago. Wasn't feeling well."

"He's my ride back to the hotel!" She was going to kill him.

"He said your ride would be in the parking lot when you were ready to go." Now she was confused. Making her way back to the women's locker room, Caylin grabbed her stuff and made a quick exit. If her ride was a taxi, she was going to flip. Chris knew she hated taxis. She hated riding with people she didn't know.

She broke out into a huge grin when she stepped out to the parking lot and saw her blond friend.

"Chris..ti.....Jay!" Cayling stopped from saying Christian, deciding she needed to start calling him Jay.

"I take it you didn't know I was here?" He asked, walking up to her and grabbing her bags.

"I had no clue. Why are you here?"

"I had a meeting with the boss. Guess who is the latest edition to the Raw roster?"

"YOU?! That's great!"

"I can't believe Chris didn't tell you. He knew for two days."

"Jackass and I are not on speaking terms. In fact, I'm going back to the hotel to murder him right now."

"You know, I won't even ask why. We have to go now though, I have to be at the airport in half an hour. I need to fly home and set things up, and I'll be joining you next week for Raw."

"This is great! We can travel together! I need a new travel companion." Caylin was rattling off lists of things they must do together while Jay drove and laughed.

"So you're really with WWE again?" Caylin asked once Jay pulled in front of the hotel.

"I am. I was going to tell you last week but nothing was confirmed."

"I must dig out my peep signs from 2003."

"You really were a big fan I see." Jay laughed.

"Were? I still am. Bye Jay." Caylin got out before he could respond. She hoped he didn't get the wrong idea out of what she said. Okay...she did hope he got the wrong idea. Because that wrong idea would be the right idea. Get it?

Caylin dug around in her purse for her room key. She hadn't been at the hotel yet, but Chris was earlier so he got their keys and checked them in. For once, he did something right. It didn't take long to reach room 416, much to her dismay. Unlocking the door, she was surprised to see Chris asleep on the small couch. He looked cramped and uncomfortable.

"Good." Was her first thought. But then she saw his white shirt, and it looked soaked. Walking closer to him, she noticed he was sweating. Reaching out and touching his head, she was shocked.

"Jesus, Chris, you are hot." She wiped her hand on her shirt.

"I get that all the time." Startled by his voice, she jumped a little. She thought he was sleeping.

"No, you have a fever. You are burning up." She thought back to her short conversation with Cody. He had said Chris wasn't feeling well.

"No I'm not." He protested.

"Get in bed. You can't sleep on this small couch. Your back will be killing you in the morning. Plus you tend to roll too much and you'll fall onto the floor. Last time that happened you cracked your head. Now get up onto the bed." She demanded. Sighing, Chris lifted himself up and moved to the bed.

"Lay down and cover up. I'm going to go take a shower. I'll be back." Entering the bathroom Caylin turned on the water, surprised to find it was already hot. The water is never hot when you turn it on, no matter where you are, unless you let it that way when you turn in off. Damn him, he got her again! She turned the shower off threw the bathroom door open.

"You aren't sick. You took a shower!" She accused. Smirking, he caught her eye.

"I never said I was sick. You assumed I was."

"You are such a bastard. I am tired and not at all in the mood for this." Forgetting about her shower, she maneuvered to the couch and laid down.

"It was cute watching you fawn all over me. You shouldn't do it too often, people might think you care." It was quiet for a long time, and she didn't speak until she was sure he was sleeping.

"I do care." She whispered, unsure why she admitted that.

"Then get up here." She about died. He was awake. Her best option was to lay there and not say anything. Maybe he'd think she was dreaming. Or better yet, maybe he'd think he was hearing things that weren't said. Before she could come up with some excuse to use tomorrow when he would no doubt bring this up, she felt herself being lifted up.

"It's stupid that for the past four days one of us had to sleep on the floor, and now a couch. Look, lets just forgive each other and move on. We've been through worse. Remember when you tried to hit me with the car because I spilled coffee on you? We got through that, didn't we? Or when..."

"Chris." She interrupted him. He looked down at her as he dropped her on the bed.

"What?"

"All is forgiven. No need to take a trip down memory lane." She joked. She patted the spot next to her, her way of letting him know she wasn't mad anymore.

"I think you just secretly wanted to get back in bed with me so you could touch my body."

"Seriously, you put me in here jackass."

"Caylin Sue, that is no way to talk to your elders."

"You're right, sorry old man."

"I'm five years older than you!"

"How did you know when my birthday was?" She asked, changing the subject.

"It's not a secret."

"Chris, no one knows my birthday. How did you find out?"

"Caylin...I knew when your birthday was because...." She looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer. He sounded really serious for some reason.

"Well?" She urged, becoming impatient.

"Wikipedia." He lied.

"Wikipedia has my birthday listed as a week later than it actually is." She pointed out. Dammit, he knew he should have checked that first.

"I checked your official website."

"I don't have an official website."

"I saw your drivers license."

"If you would have used that one first, I might have believed you. There was only one person I told, and I know you didn't find out from them." Then both laid back on the bed, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.

"Does it matter how I found out? It was your birthday and everyone deserves a party."

"Which you never let me thank you for. No, instead you explode on me for no reason at all!"

"Oh, like that was my fault. You just waltz in the room without announcing yourself."

"Who else would it have been. No one else knows the code!"

"Because that's a room for me to be alone in! No one is supposed to know the code."

"It's not my fault you punched it in while I was beside you!"

"You didn't have to watch!"

"How could I not?"

"I don't know, maybe you could have blinked?"

"Oh screw you Chris, I hate you."

"Love you too!"

"You probably do."

"Wouldn't you like to to know?"

"Asshole."

"That's rich coming from a bitch."

And so their fighting resumed, but this time it wasn't as vile. They wouldn't wake up the next morning hating each other. Caylin would wake wondering why that was the best sleep she had gotten in four days, while he woke up and wondered why it felt so right to share a bed with her.