(Dunno if you guys caught it, but my oc is the younger adopted sister of Maxine, who I love and wish were on the actual WWE lineup. More about my oc's past, why she is the way she is will come out, only if people tell me they want to see more of this story. )

(Huge thanks to my reviewers. So glad you guys like this so far. Probably won't be your typical romance, because I love writing fights too. So there will be a lot of fighting in this too.)

(so far, votes are pretty much neck and neck with ambrose and roman tied for first place, Randy coming in second. So, going to enjoy this whole thing for a while, because it's mainly just about all the mishaps Laney gets herself in, the romance is only a small part.

Again, to my reviewers, you all seriously kick ass. xXx Deanna)

The sound of a guitar being played drifted from the partially open hotel room. It sort of sounded in some way like the person playing the guitar was attempting to play Fade To Black by Metallica, and naturally curious, Randy found himself lingering in the hallway.

Maxine saw someone standing in the doorway of their hotel room, so she stood and walked over, peering out, finding Randy standing on the other side.

"Heard the guitar.. Not bad."

" Oh... It's not me. It's Laney. She plays when she's bored. Also sings, but don't tell her I told you, she'd slit my throat in my sleep."

"Is she shy or something?"

"No, not really, she just really doesn't like people all that much. And they usually don't get her, so she's pretty much stopped trying." Maxine said with a shrug as she asked, "So, is that all or did you want something?"

"Yeah, that was all, pretty much." Randy said as he remembered what he'd been intending on doing when he saw Laney again. Fumbling in his pockets, he fished out the earphones she'd left behind in the green room.

"She's been looking for those." Maxine chuckled as she took them and then thanking him shut the door firmly, walking away from the door, brow raised.

Lately, a lot more males had been approaching her baby sister, and she wondered why. Standing in the doorway of the hotel room, she watched Laney as Laney started to play the GNR version of Sweet Child of Mine, completely oblivious to the world around her.

Around the first week in January, Laney always got like this, twice as angry, twice as moody, more likely to just leave for anywhere from a day to a week.

It was because around the first week in January, the house fire and her real father killing her real mother then trying to kill her and her younger sister Ariana happened, Maxine always figured, so she always backed off Laney, gave her space around this time.

But she was always there, waiting to talk. But so far, in all the time Maxine had been her adopted sister, Laney hadn't once volunteered anything about that night.

Dean walked down the hallway, looking at the silver necklace in his hands... He'd found it at the arena a few nights ago, after the all out brawl that'd went down backstage, and he knew it belonged to Laney.

He wasn't sure why he wasn't just giving the damn thing back, but he also wondered why the fuck she had an empty gun shell as a pendant.

Shoving the damn thing into his pocket, he happened to hear a guitar playing up the hallway and he rolled his eyes. This was one thing he hated about traveling.

He had to deal with other people. He didn't like dealing with other people, in all honesty. He rolled his eyes again as he realized it was coming from the room Maxine and Laney shared two doors down the hall from the room he had with Roman and Seth.

"God damn it. Can't she have a fucking quiet hobby?" he wondered as he scowled and slid the key into the lock. But even as he was annoyed with the bitch for playing guitar, even though she was actually pretty damn good at it, he found himself humming along, wondering what kind of face she made when she was playing.

He growled at himself and shuffled into his room, grabbing a beer before falling onto the couch.

Laney stopped playing and then looked up at her older sister as she asked, "What?" in a moody voice.

"Nothing.. I was just listening."

"Oh.. who was at the door?" Laney asked as she lit a cigarette and propped her feet on the table, opened a bottle of Corona.

"Randy.. You left your earphones at the arena."

" I also lost my necklace.. I never take the god damn thing off, but it's gone now." Laney said as she bit her lip and raked her hand hrough her hair.

Her mother and her baby sister had been on her mind a lot more lately, her anger at what her seemingly 'sane' father did for no real reason at all.

Her anger at the fact that she might turn into that one day, she might snap and try to kill everyone close to her. The anger was better than feeling fear, in her opinion, but still.. She just wanted to feel happy for once.. without having to kick someone's ass or hurt someone else to do it.

Without having to take dangerous risks, or put her life on the line, or do stupid scary things.

"So.. I'm guessing you're headed out to that party?"

"Yeah, hey, why don't you come too, Laney?"

" Do I look like I want to go be around a bunch of other people, sis?"

"No, but you could use it. Look, I get that you don't talk about anything.. But maybe if you tried to get to know people, you wouldn't think about it all so much."

"Maybe not.. But trust me.. It's better, it's safer this way." Laney said as she crushed out her cigarette and leaned back on the couch, squeezing her eyes shut.