A/N- I'm still mourning over MJ's death. I loved him and his music. It's so heartbreaking. But for some reason I've been writing more these past three days then I have in a long time. Sorry for the delay on this.

Online Friends, Offline Enemies

"Hell. No." Caylin stood in front of the rental car shaking her head.

"Get in before I leave without you!" Chris shouted out his window, more than ready to start the trip to the next city. It was late, and both of them wanted to leave, but nothing ever goes smoothly with those two. Caylin stood rooted to her spot. He was only doing this to piss her off.

"I am counting to five, then I am leaving. With or without you....preferably without....but that's besides the point." Chris threatened, hiding his amusement rather well.

"Chris! Come on, move your shit. The backseat is too crowded. Seriously, you have like twenty bags back there!" In the backseat of the car, Chris's bags filled all the space, except for a tiny spot near the door, just big enough for Caylin to fit into. Instead of filling that space with his other two bags, be placed them in the front seat.

"Fine. Just tell me I am the greatest person alive and that you love me." Chris bargained.

"I'd rather walk."

"Then start walking babe, you need to make one hundred and eighty miles in five hours." Chris put the car in drive, and slowly pulled out of the parking lot. Caylin made no move to stop him. Chris drove down the road for a few minutes before parking beside a building, unseen by Caylin. It wasn't even three minutes later his phone began ringing, the tone set specifically for when Caylin calls; 'I'm a Bitch'.

"Hey babe." Chris smiled, he could see the smoke coming out of her ears over the phone.

"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW CHRISTOPHER!" Chris held the phone a few inches away from his ear, listening to her scream.

"What do you say?"

"NOW!"

"Try again."

"Please Chris. There are three men staring at me, I'm holding my bags, I'm tired, and I just want to leave. Please." He was already on his way back when she mentioned the men. All the while he was making his way back to her, he was throwing his bags into the backseat. It took him only a few minutes to get back to her. She wasn't lying, there were three men looking at her, only ten feet away. In fact, one was talking to her. He couldn't tell what they were saying as he got out of the car.

"Listen here assclown, I will kick your ass. Do not touch me again." Chris could hear Caylin going off on the man. He smiled at her use of assclown.

"I'll pay you good baby, I promise." The creeper didn't take a hint, apparently. Chris was still approaching, not seen by Caylin and her personal fan.

"I'd rather avoid a STD, thanks anyway Jerk-off." Chris held back a laugh. He'd yell at her later for stealing his words. His smile faltered when he saw the man reach out and grab her wrist.

"Hey, she said let her go." Relief washed over Caylin as her eyes landed on Chris, who was suddenly beside. She had never been so happy to see him in her life.

"She doesn't mean it." Chris could smell the alcohol on the man's breath.

"Let her go. She's leaving, with me." Chris grabbed Caylin's left hand and pulled her towards him. But Mr. Creeper pulled her back, and this time was met with a right fist from Chris. He dropped to the ground immediately.

"Next time, maybe you'll listen." Chris led Caylin to the car, opening her door for her. He got in the driver's side and pulled out.

"I'm sorry." Chris told her as they were stopped at a red light.

"Sorry for what?" Caylin asked, having never heard those words out of his mouth before.

"For leaving you back there. I didn't see those guys, or I would have never...I wouldn't have left you there." He was beating himself up over it, she could tell.

"It's not a big deal."

"Yes it is! Caylin, they could have raped you, or worse. There were three of them. You couldn't have fought three of them."

"And you could have?" She asked him, not forgetting how he hit the one guy while his two friends were standing there.

"I would have tried." He told her honestly.

"Look, Chris, I'm not mad at you. It's over and done with. Nothing happened, so lets just forget about it."

"Fine, but I really am sorry."

"I know you are." She reached over and grabbed his hand, rubbing it gently. Neither commented on it.

Four hours later....

"Could you have driven any damn slower?" Caylin asked him as they entered their hotel room.

"If you wouldn't have had to go to the bathroom three times, we might have been here sooner." Chris informed her, throwing their bags on the bed near the window.

"Shut up."

"What are you going to do if I don't? You can't put me on the floor, there is two beds!"

"Go jump off the balcony. I'm going to change in the bathroom, you change out here."

"Yes, master." Chris saluted and Caylin flipped him off as she went into the bathroom. She finally had a few minutes alone. If she was honest, she would admit that she was scared earlier in the night. There were three men, and ever though she is a wrestler, no woman can take on three men. She knew Chris felt guilty, but it really wasn't his fault. She knew he wasn't really going to leave her there, and that he was joking, but he still felt responsible. She made him promise not to bring it up again though. She finished up in the bathroom and re-entered their room. Chris was changed into a pair of sweatpants, and no shirt. Caylin's eyes were glued to his body. His pants were laying low on his hips and....was that drool coming out of her mouth?

"Stop raping me with your eyes." Busted.

"I wasn't raping you. I was seeing how out of shape you are." Caylin covered up.

"Sure. Call me obnoxious, but I'm in great shape. Admit it, you were raping me with your eyes."

"I wouldn't have to rape you, you'd be willing." Caylin retorted, laying down on the bed and pulling out her computer. Chris was sitting at the little round table now, typing away at something. Probably an email to Vince complaining about her.

KingOfYourWorld: Sooooo, it's been a few days.
CanYouSayCay: And an interesting few days it has been.
KingOfYourWorld: So did you fall in love? Get married? Have a kid? Meet a guy?
CanYouSayCay: No, no, no, maybe.
KingOfYourWorld: Oh yes, you told me about him, Jay, right?
CanYouSayCay: Yeah, but I think he is only going to be a friend.
KingOfYourWorld: I see, so what have you been up to?
CanYouSayCay: Some guy tried to rape me in a parking lot tonight.
KingOfYourWorld: Did you kick his ass? Spray mace in his eyes?
CanYouSayCay: No. Chris hit him and dragged him away.
KingOfYourWorld: And how will you ever repay him? Hot sex?
CanYouSayCay: Ha, no. He got me into that situation to begin with.
KingOfYourWorld: So you're mad at him.
CanYouSayCay: No, he feels bad enough. I wasn't mad anyway. I was glad he showed up though.
KingOfYourWorld: At least let the man know you are thankful.
CanYouSayCay: I did! Then we argued, so all is good.
KingOfYourWorld: That's good.
CanYouSayCay: Did you ever notice we always talk about me?
KingOfYourWorld: I just figured you were self centered.....kidding.
CanYouSayCay: Come on, just tell me something about you. You know a lot about me.
KingOfYourWorld: I'm in love with a girl who hates me.
CanYouSayCay: ….wasn't expecting that. Why does she hate you?
KingOfYourWorld: All we can do is argue with each other.
CanYouSayCay: I'm sure she'll come around.
KingOfYourWorld: Duh, no one can resist my charm for long.
CanYouSayCay: Funny. I have to go, bye!

"Chris! Turn the air conditioner on, it's so damn hot in here."

"That's cause' I'm in here, baby."

"Chris!"

"I tried earlier, it doesn't work. Which is the reason I am shirtless. You didn't think I did this for your pleasure, did you?"

"So what are we supposed to do? It's roasting in here." Caylin complained. It really was hot though, and it would be a miserable night.

"Take your shirt and pants off." Chris suggested, not even adding a sexual innuendo to it.

"I'm not sleeping in bed with you in only my underwear." Caylin scoffed. Chris would cop too many feels.

"There's two beds, genius." Chris motioned to the bed near the window. Caylin wasn't sure if she liked that idea. It's odd to sleep alone. She was so used to him beside her.

"Can't I just wear an over sized t-shirt of yours? Please!"

"How is that going to help your situation?" Chris questioned.

"Less fabric. Please, I'll love you forever!" Caylin walked over to where he was sitting and sat on his lap, wrapping one arm around his neck.

"How come you only love me when you want something?" Chris asked, smirking at her. He was looking at her while praying Jr. behaved in his pants.

"Ask me later. Right now, I need sleep, and I can't sleep if I'm hot, and being in your shirt will make me less hot." Caylin explained, rubbing the back of his neck gently, not realizing she was doing it.

"That makes plenty of sense, thanks for clarifying." Chris stood up and laughed as Caylin fell to the floor. Chris walked over to his suitcase to pull out a shirt.

"I want your KISS shirt."

"Absolutely not."

"Why?" Caylin was by his side again, watching him rummage through his clothes.

"That's my favorite shirt. I can't take a chance of your drooling on it."

"I do not drool!"

"Tell that to my left arm. It is covered every morning."

"Liar. Fine, I promise not to drool, even though I don't." Chris didn't respond, just threw a shirt at her.

"Turn around." Caylin instructed as she began to strip. Chris rolled his eyes, but turned around. His eyes caught the mirror across the room, and he had a perfect view of the woman behind him. He couldn't tear his eyes away, she was beautiful. He already knew that, but there was something different about her tonight. He wasn't sure what it was, but she had never looked better to him.

"I love this KISS shirt, you'll be lucky if you get it back. Where di..." Her words were going in one ear and out the other. Something was happening to him right now, right there, with her. So he did the only thing he could think of. He turned around and pulled her towards him, effectively shutting her up.

Then he kissed her.