A/N:Haha, I'm back! Not that I ever actually left, I mean I was on ff...was I doing what I was supposed to be doing? No, but still, I was indeed here.

Do I really need to put a disclaimer? I mean we all know I'm always broke! And now I'm puppyless too! Oh well, I don't own nobody or nothing but the general idea that Brock Lesnar, though a great athlete, resembles an ugly, oversized, white gorilla. Someone's probably gonna claim that too though, so moving on...

I stood behind the doorframe, partially shielded from sight as I stared across the landing into the living room. For whatever reason, I hadn't been able to tear my eyes of the girl sitting on the couch playing video games for the past half an hour. Suddenly, she pauses the game and turns her head my direction.

"You know you've only blinked about three times since you started staring at me nearly forty five minutes ago?" She asks," It's kinda freaky, so if you could just stop?"

I don't say anything, just continue to stare at her as she turns back to her video game. She plays for about five more minutes, the room silent, other than the sounds of the game ringing out before she throws the controller on the ground and marches up to me.

"I swear, for the love of xbox live, stop it. NOW, before I fucking kill you!" she growled at me. My brow furrowed as I looked up at her, my arms crossed over my chest.

"What?" She yelled, shoving me back against the wall. As my back hits the wall, I hold my hands up in innocence.

"Hey, bruh, calm down! It's just-"

"What?" She growls," It's just that what?"

I find myself staring oddly at her again before responding,"I'm just trying to figure some stuff out is all! All right? I'm not trying to freak you out or make you feel unwelcome or anything, I'm just confused, is all."

"Confused about what?" She asks me impatiently.

"About what exactly I'm supposed to be doing with you. I mean, I don't know you. You just got here and I'm supposed to be finishing you're story. I don't want to jack it up for you. Do you have any ideas for it that you want to pass by me?"

"Yeah, in fact I do. Idea number one: Get out of my face and leave me the hell alone!" She growled slowly. I crossed my arms over my chest as a pout came over my face.

"You're bitter!" I told her. She scoffed, laughing at me.

"I'm bitter? You're a cold, mean, sarcastic bitch! You know it, I know it, everyone in this corrupted ass house knows it! So don't you dare try and deny it and don't you dare come in here judging me, because you don't know me," She growled, pushing back on me, before rolling her eyes and stepping away, back to her game.

I glare at the back of her head. I know I don't know her, that's why I was in here! Ugh, damn musi! Leaving the living room, I go into the kitchen, my jaw muscles tense with anger. Leaning against the litchen sink I grind my teeth together. Out of all my musi, she's been giving me the most hell and I barly even know the chick. If you were guessing that was Jojo, Danny, or Sunny, think again, I know too damn much about those three. Meet the latest addition to the Home for Hostile Sociopaths, AJ Ridley. Sound familiar? It should, she's the new superstar in Enigmatic Kaneanite's fic Saving the Enigma, which she let me adopt a while ago. If you're wondering why she doesn't like me, your guess is as good as mine, I mean look at me! I'm adorable, how could you not like me?

That there though was crossing the line a bit. I mean, sure, it wasn't that bad, and yeah, my original freaks have done worse, but that's because I'm messy! I usually start it first! Which is the reason only maybe total five of my musi can stand me, those five being Randy, Sheamus, Zeke, Rey, and Batista. Everyone else, I've had a few bouts with, Jojo probably being the only exception. But I swear, I've done nothing to ARid (as I like to call her, despite protests), to piss her off... nothing yet anyway, that usually comes after we've gotten at least two chapters of the story done and posted...She just doesn't like me. I'm trying hard to work with her, but she hates my guts. I can't say I like her too much right now either. A maniacal smile comes over my face as a thought enters my mind. I reach over to the cabinet above the sink, rifling quickly through it before finding what I need and smirking: a pack of smoke bombs.

"Why in the hell are there smoke bombs in the kitchen cabinet? Isn't that a huge fire hazard?" I jump at the voice, turning around, finding Serge staring confused at me, Mike not far behind him, rolling his eyes at me. Well damn you too, bruh.

"You say it as though I had Black Cat brand fireworks over the stove. They're just smoke bombs. And it's less of a fire hazard than having them closer to Jojo, the twinks, or Kane's rooms," I explain, searching the countertop for matches. Serge nods as he walks up next to me.

"Well what are you doing with those?"

"Exacting my revenge on the bitch in the living room,"

"What did Jojo do this time?" He asked, his lips turning up into a small smile at the corner.

"Not Jojo this time. ARid,"

"What did she do?" He asked as he went to lean in the doorway, looking out at her quietly, " She doesn't look like she's caused that much trouble,"

"She called me a cold, mean, sarcastic bitch. Can you believe that?" I growl, taking a few matches out of the box. After awhile when Serge didn't answer, I looked up to see him avoiding my eyes, his face turning slightly red and I narrowed my eyes as Mike qalked up behind me, a monster in one hand and a bag of chips in the other.

"Absoposilutely, I can believe that," Mike reassured me through a mouthful of chips. I glared at him as he continued on.

Marching over to the door that separated me from ARid, I called loudly through it.

"Hey AJJJJJJJJ?"

"What do you want?"

I snickered as I poked my head through the door to find her glaring at me.

"You were wrong. I'm not a cold, mean, sarcastic bitch. I'm a bitch that's sarcastic, mean-" I swiped the match against the box, and smirked as it caught fire. Bringing the match to the string of the smokebomb, it lit up, "And smoking hot!"

She stared at me, irritated, but her expression changed as the smokebomb flew from my hand into the living room, leaving a trail of what I like to call shit green colored smoke as it flew.

"Mikey! I'm going to kill you!" She yelled and as I saw her jump up from her seat and try to maneuver through the fog, I pushed Mike in along with her.

"Mikey, what the hell, I-"

"That's what you get for your shit, boy!" I shouted, slamming the door shut after him. The door started to reopen as the two pushed against it and my eyes widened as I slammed my back against it, trying against all odds to keep it closed.

"What are you doing? Do you know how pissed they're gonna be?" Serge growled at me, panicked.

"Does it look like I care? Now hand me that chair right there?" I say, pointing to one of the chairs behind him at the kitchen table as the door continued to buck and tremble behind me with each hit either Miz or AJ gave to it. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed it, sliding it over to me. I quickly pulled away, pushing the chair under the doorknob and angling it so that they couldn't get out. Serge stared at me, bewildered as I moved away from the door, Miz and AJ shouting profane things at me through the door.

"Won't they suffocate in there?" He asked, urgently. I thought about it. That was a good question. Eventually, I shrugged.

"Can musi suffocate from smokebombs?...Oh well, they can always leave out the front door," I decided. His eyes only widened at this. Rolling my own, I start to make my way upstairs, Serge following behind me.

"Can you help me with something?" I ask him as we make it into my room.

"It depends on what,"

"The prologue for MSOIA, chapter one of the twinks' fic, the next chapter of Captive, a oneshot, and this other fic idea I had?" I say, going through the long list of incomplete things in my head.

"Forgetting something?" He asks, looking at me as we reach the platform. I nod as we walk to my room.

"Probably. Wanna enlighten me?"

"Saving the Enigma?" He reminds me. I nod slowly before stopping and shaking my head.

"I'm actually doing pretty good with chapter four of that. But since SOMEONE wants to act the damn fool, they'll be sitting in a smoked out living room with a bitchy Miz. So there!" I gripe, crossing my arms over my chest before falling back into my computer chair and sighing happily.

"So why was she mad at you then if it's almost done?" He asks, sitting back on a fluffy green chair in the corner.

"Beats me. One of you's always mad at me though. You get used to it once you see how unbased most of it is..." I mumble. Serge continues to talk behind me but I drown him out at the sight in front of me, my mouth watering in anticipation.

On the desk in front of me sits an old, beaten and bruised compaq laptop. It's dusty, it's been to the shop about twice a month over the course of two years, and there are plenty keys missing. There are scratches across the screen and I know for a fact that if I were to get on it now and stay on for about an hour, the battery would get overheated and I'd have to turn it off and let it rest for another three hours. Despite all this, that banged up, shitty looking laptop has to be the most beautiful thing in the world to me right now. Do you know why? Because it's my laptop, my baby, and we've been through a lot together. Who gives a flying oreo about keys with all the letters on them, or keys at all, or the newest microsoft word, or an updated internet explorer? Not me, because I sit here, guessing which faded key is which letter, typing stories up on windows notebook and posting them on the same version of internet explorer that was out in the year 2006. That computer right there in front of me was my first personal computer and I wouldn't trade it for an ipad(i'd probably break one anyway...not the point!). Until the day the battery overheats and burns itself out for good, this is my computer. And if you don't think that even after that I'll be sitting there trying to make it work still...

"Mikey!"

"Huh?" I snap out of my thoughts and look up at Serge as he pouts back at me.

"Are you even listening to me?" he syas with big eyes. I blink, trying to hold back a laugh. I don't know for sure if he was trying to be mad or what, but that face was so freaking adorable that it was hilarious. He sounds like a pouty four year old, good Lordy, help the boy...

"Yeah, m-hm!" I nod, biting on my lip as that laugh still wants to burts through. Serge stares at me stonefaced before glaring. I think he might have figured out I was laughing at him as he stomps out the door, muttering something about hard headed bastards, the rest in spanish. Hmpf, well lots of love to you too, cutie.

Either way, I smile, looking back to my laptop and pressing the power button. I smile wider as I hear the churning of the little engine as it powers up. The lights on the screen come up and I let out a little squeak of joy. Now I get to do more updates! I mean obviously, I had a computer while this one was out, considering we dropped this one of months ago and MSOIA was updated a few weeks ago, but I didn't like the other one. It was my mom's new pc and yeah it was cool and had recent updates and all that good stuff, but trying to type on that damn thing? Nuh-uh, can't be done. The keys on my computer are all ready and easy to press and it only took a feather light brush of your fingertip for them to work. The keys on my mom's are all new and unused and it missed letters if you didn't press hard enough. Placing my main purple flashdrive into the usb port, I pull up the files for both Captive and MSOIA.

I look a the last few lines I wrote for chapter 15 of Captive:

"No," Lita shook her head, " More than usual. In fact there's something that I need to tell you about him. I think Randy may be putting Mickie in more danger than he realizes."

Kane looked up at the diva and when he saw she wasn't joking, he straightened up.

"Talk."

I squint my eyes down at the document. No one get mad at me, but honestly, I forget where in the hell I had planned to go with that. I know for sure that there had been a plan...at one point...maybe...I don't remember! Gah, i'm sure it'll come back to me at some point... Well until then, let's work on chapter 16, I know I started something for it, I mean, there's a doc right there for it! I open that one up and stare at it. It's blank.

"Who in the hell makes a word doc and then doesn't write anything at all in it?" I growl, frustrated.

"That would be you, my dear Princess," A thick accent drawls out as Sheamus walks up into the doorway.

"Hey Stephen! What're you doing out?" I ask him as he canters on in and sits down on my bed, grabbing one of the thousands of binders of the bedside table.

"Chris is in hiding so I figured you'd need some help with the fics," He explained.

"He's still hiding?" I ask, incredulously. Sheamus nodded, leafing through the pages of the binder. Chris had a...well, a bit of an incident with some of AJ(EnigmaticKanenaite, now KanelovesTristen, AJ, not my oc AJ)'s musi and they're out to get him. I'd tell you more, but it's quite a long story and it's really up to AJ to decide if and when she feels like spilling.

"Okay, so what are we working on, kid?And do I finally get to do something other than sit here and be the sexiest thing in this house?" He laughed and I flashed him a look.

"We're trying to work on Captive, but first, let us discuss," I proclaim, spinning around in my seat and looking at me. He raises a brow, leaning back onto the bed.

"What exactly are we discussing?" He asks carefully. You see, he knows the deal in this house: tread carefully when questioning anything in this house, for you may regret ever asking.

"Everything and not a damn thing," I respond, staring at my sparkly purple nails. He nods, snorting out a laugh as I open up the work in a progress of the MSOIA prologue on my laptop.

"Alright, so I heard something about you finally revealing Jojo and Danny's mentors for MSOIA?" He questioned, looking at expectantly.

"This is true. Next chapter, all shall be revealed,"

"Well since I'm your main writing muse couldn't you tell me now?" He asks, wiggling his brows.

"Nope." I smile easily and turn back to typing...and erasing...and typing again...and erasing even more...

"What? Why not?" He grumbles.

"Well for one, you aren't my main writing muse. You're my backup main writing muse. Christina's my main writing muse, but as we've already discussed, he's currently m.i.a." I explain. Don't say it people, because as aggravating, and bitching, and diarrhea inducing as my Chris muse is, he's probably one of the biggest helps to me in here. Mainly it's because he's one of the few who are as much of a perfectionist as I am, though it's in a totally unorthodox kind of way. Most of my other musi say it's really just because we were both born with the same sarcastic ass and need to piss people off...Whichever, he's a big help. Here's the thing though, if I could trade sheamus for Chris as my main writing helper, I'd do it in a heartbeat. That man is fine as baby hair. So why don't I, you ask? Well, like I said, the dude's hot, he'd distract me too much. I mean, yeah Chris is hotter than Mr. Leblanc's face after I dropped one of the school's old tenors, but he has that high strung attitude and loud ass mouth that'll keep me from staring at him when I'm supposed to be writing, whereas I could just stare and talk to Sheamus all day. Besides, me and Chris' arguments usually lead to something pretty cool, like an idea for a fight scene or some high tension fic or whatever.

"Details, details...So what about Captive?"

"Ah, you see, I have something really cool planned for that!" I smile, getting excited.

"Really? Do tell," He chuckles and I stop.

"I can't..."

"Why not? Is it only for your's and Chris' ears too?" He grumbles. I shake my head no. "What then?"

"I forget..." I blurb out, hunching my shoulders, "But I promise, it's gonna be really cool!"

Stephen sighs from his spot, shaking his head and mumbling as I turn back to my computer. I read over a part of the MSOIA prologue and frown. I honestly don't know where the hell I plan on going with this...Well I know but...oh good goofy, let me not start or I'll have every last one of you reviewing the same damn phrase: What in the blue, bloody, constipated ass hell?

"Oh hey!" I turn around as Sheamus speaks up. He's smiling wide at me and again, that rule comes into play here, tread carefully with the questions...

"What?" I ask cautiously, staring over at him. Although he is one of the normal...well the normal muse I have, there are always times, even with him, that I regret ever asking any questions.

"I finished that thing I was working on for you. You wanna see?" He seems really excited, already heading out the door before even getting my answer. I stare wide eyed at him.

"What thing?" I ask confused. He stops in the doorway and sighs irritably.

"Remember, in chapter one?" He reminds me. I think back to chapter one of this diary.

When I finally accept that I'm not gonna remember no matter how hard I try, I let my hand wander back to my laptop as Sheamus looks away impatiently and quickly open up chapter one.

"Hey Stephen," I smile walking in.

"Hey, Princess, come here," He smiles at me and scooches over for me to lay down next to him. I crawl in and snuggle up next to him as he wraps an arm around me.

"Whatchya working on?"

"It's a secret,"

"Friends don't keep secrets,"

"Well this secret is a surprise for you,"

"Ooh...can I see?"

"But then it won't be a surprise!"

"Sure it will,just give her a few days and she'll forget she ever even came in here," Chris says plopping down on the other side of me, squishing me between him and Sheamus.

Hm...Well I'm glad Chris isn't here. Then he'd say I told you so. Then I'd have to maim the sexy bitch.

"Yeah, I remember," I say, discreetly closing the document.

"You're a damn lie, you peeked," He said matter of factly. Well screw you, you big sexy white man. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Are you going to sit here and accuse me of stuff or are you going to go get the damn whatever the hell it is?" I growl. The smile comes back to his face and walks quickly out of the room.

All is quiet...well all is not blaringly loud...okay, it's not so loud that I'm about to get arrested, but all is quieter than usual as I stare at my laptop screen. From my seat, my eyes flick quickly over to the hall and when I see that no one's there, a wide grin comes over my face. I lean over my computer, running my hands softly over the keys and pressing a kiss to the screen before pulling away and smiling leisurely.

"I missed you sooo much. Please, don't ever get sick on me again! If I have to see you feel the pain you did being in that cold, old shop again, all alone, I don't...I don't know what I'd do!" I fake cry, wrapping my arms around the laptop.

"Well someone's got separation anxiety," I jump at the sudden voice and my eyes fly up, seeing a confused looking Batista in the door way.

"How in the blue hell do you manage to do that?" I shriek, throwing my hands up. He just furrows his brow at my outburst.

"Do what?"

"Pop up out of nowhere without getting your oversized, roided up ass noticed!" I say, grasping my rapidly beating heart. He flashes me a quick smile before continuing on down the hall. Okaaaay...

Just then, Sheamus re-entered, his laptop in hand, a smile on his face. He leaned down next to me, placing the laptop in my hands and directing me to the right folder and document. I started to read over the fic and I could feel him bouncing around in anticipation behind me. As I slowly made my way to the bottom of the page, I stopped.

"So? What d'ya think?" He asked hopefully. I looked up at him, my face straight and he stopped moving.

"Where in the hell do you come up with this stuff?" He opens his mouth about to defend his story when I smile," Get Wade. We need to edit and post."

"Yes! Micks, I love ya!" He shouts, doing a little happy dance. I stare at him for a while and start to feel the drool running down my lip. Okay, snapping out of it.

"Go get Wade, fool!" I laugh as he races out the room. Looking back to the laptop, I smile. This I could roll with...

So what is it that Sheamus wrote that's so completely awesome? You'll just have to wait til me, Wade, and him finish editing it. And yay! My bffwmmwtphiampat is back on ff! I wuv you EK! Or now KanelovesTristen...or KaneTristenlove...gr, why'd you pick such a complicated name?