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Author's Note: Hey everyone. Thanks for the reviews. I thought it would be better if I had a chapter without Claire in it, as this story isn't all about her, lol. Enjoy!

With an annoyed sigh, he stood up and walked over to the door, staring at it. It was probably Claire on the other side and he wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with her. Why did she seem to not want to leave him alone? Every time he told her he didn't want to be friends, she came back. It was really starting to irritate him. He opened his door, ready to yell at her and realized it wasn't Claire at the door; it was a hotel employee, someone to clean the room.

"Hi," he muttered.

"You didn't have a sign," the woman managed to say, obviously thrown off from his appearance. "I'm sorry; I'll come back to clean at a later time."

"No, you will clean now." Alex picked up his phone, which he didn't plan on using anyway, and left the room. He heard whoever the woman was mutter something and then enter the room. Alex rolled his eyes and walked into the pouring rain, watching it fall around him with a sigh. He didn't want to return to his room, as it meant dealing with another person, but there wasn't much to do when the city was drowning in rain.

Pain poked at him as he remembered Michelle hated when it rained. She always said it wasn't fair for the sun, which rose every day to be hidden from big, dark clouds. Alex never really cared; he thought she was thinking too much into a natural, predictable activity. He could see her spending hours sitting near a window, watching with a scowl on her face.

Alex frowned; he hoped it was pouring wherever she was. Or maybe it was Michelle's way of making herself known in this unfamiliar city. It rained so he knew he was supposed to be miserable, unable to survive without her. Deciding he would continue the day, he stopped in a diner, ordering coffee. Many others were sitting around him, their days stopped from the loud rain. It was obvious to those who were actually working at the diner it was a good day, a day full of customers and tips.

A loud, almost rude burst from his phone made him jump and he noticed Chris was calling him. Deciding Chris wouldn't leave him alone until he answered any of his texts or calls; he walked into a more secluded area of the diner and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Alex!" Chris's voice answered. He could almost hear the relief dripping in his friend's voice. "Where are you? I haven't even seen you since we got back from the tapings! Did you and Michelle go somewhere? I stopped at your place, but no one answered."

"Hey, Chris."

As if he noticed Alex's tone, he stopped. "Alex, man, is everything okay?"

Alex sighed. "Well, not really."

"What?"

"Look, I just want you to know I'm okay. Stop calling my phone, I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine, Alex!" Chris's voice started to panic and he almost felt bad for what he was doing to Chris. "Where are you? I'll meet you, wherever you are."

"Chris, listen. I have to go. Just don't worry, okay? I'm fine and just let Dixie know I need some time alone."

"Dude! You just can't say that to me! Where are you?"

"Bye, Chris."

He hung up the phone as Chris started to yell even more, obviously worried for his friend. At least he knew he was okay though, right? Alex answered his phone and let him know he was fine. He was fine. Sure, he was hurt and he missed Michelle like hell, but he was fine. He didn't know what else he could be. He just didn't know what to do and until he did, he didn't want to see anyone he knew, anyone who loved him. He just didn't and he hoped Chris realized this.

His phone started to vibrate and he put down with a sigh. Chris.

Chris was always the person there for him. After he lost his first place since he couldn't pay the bills, Chris let him move in with him. When Michelle and him fought, Chris was always there to listen and offer his advice. When he really thought TNA was screwing him, Chris always agreed.

He was almost his better half, the person he wished to be. While Alex was always thinking about himself, Chris always put others first. Chris was always nice to fans while if a fan pissed Alex off, he didn't mind letting them know. Chris was always patient with TNA, but when TNA didn't have anything for them, it drove Alex insane.

Alex knew he should have felt much worse for hanging up on Chris, but he didn't. He didn't want to explain what happened, nor did he want to hear how everything was going to be okay. He knew when he left his apartment that was what Chris would say and for once, he just wanted to feel the pain. Now, sitting in a diner, feeling nothing but pain, he wondered if he should have stayed in Detroit and let Chris pick up his life, again.

He didn't want to rely on Chris for everything, but he was always so good at it. Maybe that was why he left, knowing this time, he had to fix things on his own. Still, he knew he'd left Detroit days ago and he was still hurting as much as he was the second he read Michelle's note. He knew it would be easy to fly to Detroit and explain what happened, but this time, he wanted everything to work on his own; he was sure he could make everything work.

"More coffee?"

"Sure."

Alex sighed. It was always nice to realize Chris was worried about him. Chris was more levelheaded, too. He knew Chris would never just leave Detroit and not tell anyone.

"Here is your coffee."

"Thanks."

He knew Chris was probably panicking now, calling Petey and asking what to do. Soon enough, Chris would have an entire plan to find Alex, except he would be missing one important part to find him and that was where he was. Since he was across the country, he hoped Chris wouldn't find him.

Alex drank his coffee and sighed.

Next chapter, Claire will return, lol. REVIEW.