A/N- So it's been what? Forty? Fifty years? I know, I'm horrible. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner! I think you might like this chapter.

"I'll put the bags in the car and get you some coffee." Chris walked away, knowing Caylin would want to catch up with Mickie, who she hadn't seen in a while.

"Thanks, Chris." Caylin watched him walk away before turning and giving her attention to Mickie.

"We need to talk!" Mickie led them to an empty part of the lobby, that had couches and chairs spread out.

"Talk about what?" Caylin asked, clueless.

"Last time I saw you, you were trying to throw scissors at his head. Today you guys are....dating?"

"What? No! We are just becoming close friends."

"How close?" Mickie pried.

"He came home with me for my dads funeral. He told my mom off when she wouldn't let up on me. He stopped two men from basically raping me. And bought me all the ice cream I wanted while listening to me mope about my dad."

"So he's either gay or he is smitten with you." Mickie pointed out. Something was obviously going on. Caylin debated telling her about the kiss that Chris initiated and they had not since talked about since.

"Neither Mickie, neither. Honestly, we are just friends. Besides, I think I may be interested in someone else." Mickie squealed.

"Really? Who!?" Caylin hesitated, again.

"Let me ask you something first. Do you believe it is possible to love someone you have never met?"

"No." Mickie didn't even think about it. It was a dumb concept; loving someone you have never met.

"Even if you have talked to them for over a year?"

"You don't talk to someone for a year without meeting them." Mickie wondered what Caylin was really talking about, but knew asking wouldn't get her anywhere.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll catch up with you later, Chris is waiting for me." Caylin hugged her friend, then left to meet up with Chris.

She found Chris loading the last of the bags into the trunk of the car. Their next show was only six hours away, so they, along with most of the roster, had decided to drive. It wasn't until tomorrow, so they could take their time getting there. Tomorrow was their last day, then they had Wednesday thru Saturday off.

"I was coming to load my stuff. You didn't have to." She reached him just as he was packing the last suitcase away. He shut the trunk, turned around and leaned on, then flashed her a smile.

"I guess I'll let you drive in return." He tossed her the keys and jumped into the passenger seat.

"I don't know why you do this. You know that in about twenty minutes you're going to be bitching about my driving, then make me pull over, then you're going to drive the rest of the way."

"Exactly. But see you are one step ahead of me; you're already bitching." Caylin scoffed and focused on the road.

"Oh shut up. You aren't any better. You complain more than a woman who has her period. It's odd for you to shut up for more than ten minutes at a time." It was now Chris's turn to scoff.

"How would you know if I ever shut up? You are never quiet enough to hear anyone else speak. Every time I go to speak you have to interrupt."

"Asshole."

"Bitch."

"Shut up, Metallica is on the radio." Caylin hushed him and turned the song up.

"Finally, something we can agree on. "

"I thought we both agreed you had a big mouth, Chris?"

"You are a cruel, cruel woman." Caylin smiled but didn't retaliate. It has been a while since they had one of their infamous arguments.

"Are you aware that we just had an argument that started all because you put our stuff in the trunk?"

"You started it." Chris taunted.

"You are such a child. I am not going to be baited by your childish antics."

"So then you agree with me?" Caylin took the remainder of her doughnut and threw it at him, nailing him in the side of the face.

"Oh and I'm the childish one?"

Chris didn't say anything as they pulled up to his house. He wanted to ask her if she was going to stay with him on their mini vacation, but didn't want to take the chance of her saying no. She had stayed with him the last four times they were in Florida, but he had to talk her into it.

"Okay Christopher. You either get to bring out bags in and cook or bring our bags in and cook." Caylin informed him of his options as they sat in his driveway. Chris wanted to smile. She was apparently staying.

"And what the hell are you going to do while I slave away?"

"Watch you look all hot in the kitchen cooking!"

"Well I am hot. I do look good in an apron. I am a fantastic cook. No wonder you want me to do it." Caylin rolled her eyes and got out of the car. She watched Chris struggle with the luggage, before laughing and going over to help him. They carried it in the house and up the steps. Chris was leading the way and stopped in the middle of the hallway, unexpectedly, causing Caylin to run into his back.

"Way to warn me there, Jackass." Caylin grunted as she was bounced backwards a little.

"Sorry. I don't know where you want me to put your things." Chris explained. The first time she stayed there, she took the guest room but ended up sleeping in his. The second time she fell asleep in his bed accidentally. The third time she crept in when he was asleep and laid beside him. The fourth time...well he wasn't even sure what happened the fourth time, just that she ended up on sleeping in his bed.

"Guest room is fine. Come on Chris, we've been through this before. Or are getting too old and forgot already?" Caylin joked, stepping around him. Chris caught her arm and turned her around.

"Why don't you just put it in my room? You end up there every time anyway." She looked at him expecting to find him smirking, but he wasn't. He was serious.

"I don't know. That would be too personal, don't you think?" She knew he was right. She did always sleep in his bed. She just hated sleeping alone. But putting her clothes in his room; she wasn't sure how she felt about that.

"Not really. If you want the guest room, that's fine. I was just asking."

"I want the guestroom." She told him. He nodded his head and followed behind her.

After settling in, they agreed on a quick and easy meal; spaghetti. As Chris prepared that in the kitchen, Caylin occupied the couch. Chris refused to let her cook after her last fiasco. Caylin fought to keep her eyes open. After the long drive, she was ready pass out. It was near eight, and all she wanted to do was eat then go sleep. She let her eyes fall on Chris, and she took in his appearance. He looked good dressed in dark blue jeans and a red shirt. He pulled the casual look off well. His hair was a mess, but he had never looked better.

"It's done." He called to her. She entered the kitchen and got a plate of food. She watched him, expecting him to join her at the table.

"Aren't you eating?" She asked as he was about to leave the kitchen.

"Not hungry."

"Then why'd you cook?" She sat twirling the spaghetti around the fork. He didn't sound too happy.

"Because you were." The words no sooner left his mouth and his feet started moving.

"Chris, wait." He stopped walking and turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Come sit with me."

"I need to shower. Plus I'm beat. I just want to sleep." He really was tired. The day had obviously taken it's toll on him.

"Oh, okay." She went back to her food. He stood there and watched her for a moment before sighing. He walked over and sat beside her, despite what he had said. Caylin smiled as she ate.

"Give me a bite." Chris grabbed her fork and stole a bite.

"That's so gross. Go get your own. You are not an animal." She took her fork back and made a disgusted face. Chris laughed and opened his mouth, Caylin sighed and shoved another forkful of food in his mouth.

"Damn I'm a good cook."

"You boiled noodles and poured sauce over them!"

"That's more than you could do."

"Fuck you!"

"Tell me when and where." He joked. Sort of.

"Go shower."

"Yes ma'am."

Chris stayed in the shower longer than usual. He had his reasons. He couldn't stop thinking about the meeting he had set up in less than forty eight hours. How would Caylin react? He was sure she wouldn't be all too thrilled. If she was, she wouldn't have flipped over that kiss a week ago. He had a hard time being around her alone. All he wanted to do was have a repeat performance of last week, minus her hitting him. He finished up in the shower, then pulled out his laptop. He hadn't been on it in a while and was sure he would have tons of new email.

CanYouSayCay: Are we still on for Wednesday?

Chris jumped at the instant message that popped up. He sat there and stared at it for a few minutes. This could be his chance. He could cancel the meeting.

KingOfYourWorld: Absolutely.

But he didn't. He didn't have the heart to. He wanted to this meeting to happen.

CanYouSayCay: I need to tell you something. I'm not looking for love or anything. I'd just like to meet you because I consider you a friend. That's all.

KingOfYourWorld: I see. Is there someone else?
CanYouSayCay: I think. I just wanted to make things clear.
KingOfYourWorld: I totally agree with you. We can just be friends.
CanYouSayCay: Great! I look forward to meeting you.
KingOfYourWorld: Me too.

CanYouSayCay has signed off.

Chris didn't know whether to be relieved or sad. She wasn't expecting anything, so that was good. But all hope of her being with him was now gone. He'd deal with it later. He checked his email then settled in for bed. Until he heard loud crashing in the hallway.

"What the hell? Caylin!" About that time his bedroom door opened and Caylin stumbled in.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry, sorry. I tripped over the bag in the hallway. It's not easy carrying two suitcases." He lowered his eyes to the red bags behind her.

"Why are you bringing two suitcases to my room?" He asked.

"I thought about what you said, and you were right. So my luggage is going to stay here. So am I." She dropped the bags off to the side and got into bed beside him. At least this time she did it before he was asleep. Progress.

"I see. What changed your mind?" He turned off the light and laid down beside her.

"I don't know, really." She moved closer to him until her back was pressed against his front.

"So do you jump into bed with every man you stay with?" He joked, waiting for her to turn around and yell at him.

"Just you so far, asshole. It's comments like that that are going to make me murder you in your sleep." She turned halfway around as she scolded him. Chris smiled and let her rant.

"And then once I murder you, I am going to feed your body to..." She trailed off as she saw him lean down.

"Caylin..." This time it was different.

She kissed him.