Three days later, April was fast approaching and bringing with it bolstering heat and endless sunshine in the days and, to be honest, I was torn on whether to love it or hate it. Being a Brit, this weather was completely foreign (literally) to me, and I was struggling with it. One moment I would be loving the sun and the next I'd need to run indoors in order to cool down and cope.

In the first few days, I'd enjoyed going up to the apartment block roof with Matt in the days to sunbathe and chat about almost everything. Angela had made her presence known during these times that I had planned to have alone with Matt. She was only staying around to make me jealous, I think. Anyway, I'd be chatting away with Matt and occasionally Angela, only to look up to see her writhing all over his half naked body with her face attached to his. As soon as I'd catch her eye, she'd stood and look sheepish, but I knew her game.

She wanted me jealous. She wanted me to know 'even if you do fancy him to death, he's all mine'. Good for her, I suppose. I wasn't about to go steal someone else's man. Besides, even if I did steal him from her, how terribly anxious and paranoid would I become, considering he's always on the road and away? Very, is the answer if you're not very smart.

Practically any other time I had alone was either spent sleeping, eating or hanging out with Katie, who was fast becoming my sole girl friend in America. I'd discovered after my first taping experience that she lived just around the corner from Matt and myself, and we got on so well. We'd started a friendship just because we were both English, but it soon transpired that we had a lot in common, which included two equally raging crushes on Matt.

It was on the third day after getting into my fight with Angela that Matt flew off to go on tour for four days with ECW and Smackdown. I'll admit, I did miss him to begin with. His company, when I wasn't training down at FCW in the afternoons, was very welcome and extremely nice to have. Although we'd flirt whenever Angela wasn't around, almost shamelessly, he was also very interested in getting to know me, as a person and, more importantly, a friend. How many guys actually do that? Gay guys do, I know, but Matt certainly wasn't gay. I'd seen the boners from when I walked around in either my underwear or nothing at all (after a shower, of course) as proof.

However, there was something good to come from Matt being away, or so I thought. I'd thought, of course, that there would be no more Angela for me as soon as he left.

I was, of course, wrong.

In fact, as soon as I'd received a text from Matt saying 'About to board plane, see U soon x', there was a knock on the door. I ignored it at first, much preferring to sit on the couch, watching some random soap opera while devouring a packet of cookies all to myself. Cookies are almost a fetish for me. The knocking persisted, I guess the TV gave me away, so I begrudgingly got up from my comfortable spot on the couch and went to the front door. I opened it, ever so slightly, and peered out.

Angela stared back at me, a wide smile lighting up her face. I noticed it didn't reach her eyes.

"Oh, hello," I said, not even daring to open the door another crack. "Matt's not here, he's gone on tour. He'll be gone today until Thursday. Didn't he tell you?" Hee hee hee, I'd have loved it if he'd informed me and not her that he'd gone across the country. Suck on that, bitch.

"Don't be silly, Hopey," Angela replied with a giggle. That's her nickname for me, by the way. The full version is 'Hopey Wopey', but she stopped calling me the full title when I informed her I'd slit her neck if she ever called me it again. I was joking, of course, but American's don't get my humour I suppose. "I'm here to see you!" Oh, God, what had I done to deserve this?

"Oh," was all I could say. I just watched dumbly as she pushed her way into my home and shimmied into the living room. I closed the door behind her, and slowly ventured into the living room to join her.

That bitch had already helped herself to my cookies! I lunged for the packet to salvage my precious babies, only to notice to my dismay that there were none left.

"Angela, how could you?" I raged. She just looked up at me, with bloody crumbs on her bottom lip, with an inquiring look on that stupid face of hers. "You ate my last cookie!" Know what she did next? The impetuous little cow laughed.

If she wasn't Matt's precious girlfriend, I would seriously have kicked her ass again right then and there. I sat down, on the armchair that was furthest away from her, and began watching the TV again. God damn I was angry, though. Seething, really. The girl had no manners.

Then, to top it off, she turned off the TV and came and sat down on the arm of the chair I was on. She said nothing for a few minutes, allowing me enough time to covertly text Katie with the message: 'I can't stand Angela. Such a bitch, she stole last cookie xoxo'.

"Hopey," Angela finally said. I looked up to her, feigning innocence. "Tell me about yourself."

"Erm," I murmured, slightly taken aback. "W-what do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"How specific," I muttered, she giggled. I wondered if I should appease her and actually tell her about myself. After all, it might help us actually get along (and not this faux bitchy 'getting along' that Angela had us doing). On the other hand, it could backfire and she could use information against me. Eh, I have nothing to lose. My only friends in America so far are Katie and Matt. Besides, there's nothing too shocking about me. It's more my family you have to watch out for, and luckily none of them are in America, so it's all good.

"I was born on 6th January, 1989," I started. She nodded and urged me on with her eyes, so I complied. "My mother was the village bike – everyone had had a go. Even the milk man, who I found out two years ago was actually my real father." She laughed, obviously thinking I was joking. I wasn't. Cow. "My father, I mean to say, the man I grew up believing was my father, was also a slut. Actually, so was my real father. I have good genes, obviously."

"I don't really care about that stuff," she admitted when I'd finished babbling. At least she was honest. "Tell me all the juicy stuff, like how and when you lost your virginity, what your favourite hobbies are, what your last boyfriend was like."

She grinned at me, but I didn't return the favour. "Oh, you want to know those things do you? I'm not sure I want to play then." My phone made a tingling noise and I flipped it up to look at the text message I had just received from Katie. 'Poor love! Vodka night when I get back in fl? Xoxo'

A broad smile instantly lit up my face. Let me tell you what 'vodka night' is. It's a small gathering, with friends or family, where you drink yourself stupid with vodka and various different accompanying ingredients, usually get naked in one form or another and cause chaos and mayhem around whatever town you happen to be in. All in all, vodka nights are hellish fun, but definitely the sort of night you'd regret in the morning... only to do it all over again the next week. I'd told Katie about the vodka nights I usually had in England with my cousin and a few mutual friends, and she'd instantly been up for starting a vodka night tradition of our own. Another thing we had in common, love for the vodka.

"Ooh vodka night? What's that?" Angela asked as she peered over my shoulder down at my phone screen. I cursed inwardly for allowing her to see such a message. "Sounds totally fun, whatever it is. Can I come?"

I said nothing as I purposely slowly replied to Katie, thinking of excuses the entire time. 'Omg yes! Love you xoxo'. Then it hit me, I didn't know why, but for some reason I suddenly wanted Angela drunk. Usually when people are drunk, they're much more open and far more likely to let things slip they would never dream of saying when sober. If she wanted to get to know me, for whatever reasons she had, then I'd get to know her first.

"Yeah, sure," I said with the tiniest of evil glints in my eye.

"Awesome! Hey, I'm going to the gym, you wanna come?" she asked, with hope evident in her voice. I scrutinized her face, wondering if it could be some elaborate ruse to embarrass or hurt me. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, and caved in. Couldn't be too bad, could it?

.&.&.&.

I ended up spending the entire day with Angela, and let me tell you right now, I have never met anyone so annoyingly chirpy in my entire life. Don't get me wrong, I like a bit of happiness, I can't stand miserable people. But this girl, she was something in an entirely different league to 'happy'.

It seemed that she'd put her misconception behind us and was genuinely trying to become my friend and be liked by me. She was playing a damn good game, I had caught myself almost believing that we could be friends at some point. But, there was something in her eyes as she told me that I was incredibly 'awesome' that simply shattered those beliefs. Malice is the word for it, I believe.

Oh, and not only did I spend that first day with her, but I spent the next two with her, too. She came by the house at 9AM on the dot both mornings and would instantly make herself at home on the couch. Not wanting to be around her and give into any of her devious plans, whatever they may be, I'd made myself into the ungraceful host and spent my time cleaning noisily, with my ipod firmly plugged into my ears and playing almost full blast. There was no way I was being tricked into having conversation with her in the mornings. No-sir-ee-bob.

However, in the afternoon of the first day, we both had training sessions together, with the other divas at the FCW arena. I got along with the other girls fine. There was only five of us, actually.

Beverly Mullins, who went by the ring name "Wesley Holiday" seemed nice enough, if not a little boring and self-adoring. Jenny Quinn went by the ring name "Jenny Cash" and was pretty much in the same boat as Beverly. Angela, we all know by now, and she acted as if we were best friends during the entire session (much to management's utter delight, they were hoping to plan a storyline branching from our catfight the previous week).

Then, there was Cat. Catalina White, known to the fans as "Saylor James" (I know, it's a stupid name, isn't it?)

I instantly fell in non-lesbian love with the girl... with the tiniest bit of lesbian love added in. She laughed at everything and it was a dirty laugh, filthy even. Not only did she have a dirty laugh, but a mind to match. For instance, when one of the trainers (who was a male) was attempting to teach her how to do a power bomb and was lowering her face down towards his crotch, she instantly came out with a crack along the lines of: "Hold on big boy, I'm not that easy!"

Needless to say, I felt as if I'd had to get her number instantly.

The next day, Angela had come round in the morning again and we'd set off to the TV taping together in the afternoon. She'd come with me to get a copy of the script, come into the shower with me, got changed right next to me, made me do her hair and then returned the favour and we even did our make up together. It was driving me crazy.

I think she was keeping me close, so I couldn't sneak off and phone Matt. She was paranoid I was going to 'stir the shit', as they say. To be fair to me, her paranoia was completely unwarranted. If I wanted to turn him against her, I could have done the night before when Matt had called me just before he'd gone to bed for a quick chat. Instead, I'd told him Angela and myself were getting along famously, just to make him happy. I decided not to tell him she was driving me mad and had practically become my stalker. No, I left that out.

The only time we parted at the taping was when I went off to join my tag team partner for the night, Beverly to talk things that were in the script over.

You know, a lot of people think that matches are completely scripted. They're not. We have to do a lot of improvising, the script only tells us simple things such as how long we're to roughly be in the ring, whether we're to be in control or taking the punishment and what specific moves they'd like to see done in this time frame. The rest is up to us, and occasionally the referee will whisper something to do that he just heard in his ear piece from the production staff.

Angela made to follow me to Beverly, but stopped in her tracks and quickly left to go out to the ring. She was on ring announcer duty for the match. Jenny and Cat soon left to make their entrance and then it was mine and Bev's turn. We got into the ring and I shoved Angela out of my way as I climbed up onto one of the turnbuckles, just as I was supposed to. I wasn't going to break out of the script again, that would have had terrible repercussions. She got out of the ring, and Beverly and Jenny started the match with a pose off, followed by a sneaky roll-up by my partner for a two count.

Some rather generic punches and clotheslines followed, with an Irish whip sending Jenny into our corner after a tedious minute of the generic offence. I choked Jenny with the ropes from the turnbuckle as Beverly distracted the referee, then I quickly stopped as his attention turned towards my corner. Beverly bounded over and tagged me in. I stepped into the ring to boos from the crowd, and began stomping at Jenny in our corner.

I threw my arms up into the air, pointing down to myself as I smugly paraded around the ring, the fans reacting negatively to my showings. How very dare they. Jenny escaped the ring in this time and tagged in Cat. She came running at me, connecting with a drop kick to my chest. I fell back and quickly slid out of the ring, staring up at Cat in faux horror.

She came over to the ropes, taunting me to get back into the ring, but I declined and walked around the ring as the referee started counting me out. I was almost to Angela. Beverly ran into the ring, distracting the referee by jumping Cat from behind and pounding away at her on the mat.

I finally reached Angela, and took hold of the ring bell that was next to her. She stopped me and I began shouting at her as I snatched it away and began threatening her with it. Angela responded by angrily slapping me, much harder than she should have. I responded by dropping the bell and shoving her into the barricades, much harder than I should have and giving many of the male fans the opportunity to swarm around and touch her indecently. She threw the fans off and quickly ran at me, spearing me and punching away at me for the second week in a row.

Eventually though, this time she dragged me by the hair and threw me back into the ring. Cat was quick to break away from the fighting as I lay on the mat groaning out to sell the attack. She covered me for the pin as our two partners took the cat fight to the outside of the ring, but I kicked out at a two count. Cat dragged me up by my hair, but I punched at her gut and she released me.

I grabbed her hair as she keeled over and pulled her head down towards my knee, connecting it to her face. She was already starting to get up as I climbed the corner to the top rope, coming off quickly and connecting with a flying crossbody into a pin, getting a two. Frustrated, I dragged her by her arm to my corner and tagged in my partner, then stood on the outside. It was over in a less than thirty seconds later, as Cat got a roll-up pin on Beverly.

I came in to play the distressed partner of the loser and began shouting angrily at Beverly as Angela came into the ring and announced smugly: "Your winners, Saylor James and Jenny Cash!" I stormed up behind her, and connected with a superkick as she turned towards me. I yelled at Beverly "Lift her now!" as the fans booed us. She did so and held Angela up as I applied a full nelson, then lifted her up and into a seated full-nelson slam. We left the ring area and we were soon joined by Angela, who instantly came up to me in the locker room.

"Oh my gosh, Hopey! I'm so sorry if I was a little rough out there!" she said, rather happily.

"It's okay,"I replied. "I know you couldn't hurt me even if you tried." Her face fell with that.

.&.&.&.

Matt was due home that night, and I woke up at just past 2AM hearing the front door slamming shut (somehow) over my ipod. I left it a few minutes, then made my way towards the living room. The TV was on, I'd gathered that Matt liked it on when he was trying to get to sleep, but he was crashed out fully clothed on the sofa. One leg was over the back and his mouth was wide open as he snored very gently.

I silently walked into the living room, turning my ipod's volume down as I did just in case and smiled at how peaceful and sweet he looked. He had the beginnings of a beard coming in in the form of a 'five o'clock shadow' and I found it suited him. It looked almost sexy on him. I'm not sure how I'd have felt about a full-on beard, though.

"Anything he does is better than anything ordinary," came the words of the song "The Promise" by Girls Aloud in my ears as I watched my number one crush sleeping. Oh god, that makes me sound creepy, but it was purely innocent, I promise. "Everything he wants, he gets, because everything he does is kinda necessary," I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over him.

"I believe in love, tell me can anything last forever?" Probably not, I thought as I leaned down to gently stroke a loose strand of wool from the blanket away from his face. "If life can live up to love, got a hand on my heart I'm never saying never."

I was surprised when Matt sleepily pulled me down on top of him on the couch. He smiled, bleary eyed up at me and pulled the cover over me, too. I didn't dare move as he pulled my face down to his and connected with a tender kiss on my lips, then let his head fall as he fell back asleep again.

"You're gonna make me, make me love you, nothing at all, nothing that I do," the girls sang in my ears, and as I felt my lips tingle from the short kiss, I thought the words might be a little late. I think I loved him, just a little bit, but I think I did.

I relaxed against his rock hard body and eventually fell asleep. I had a vodka night to rest up for.

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A.N: Thank you to those who read, favourited and alerted my story. Means a lot to me! Special thanks go out to Roxyislikeapuma, BrieeyxShika and ChainGangShorty54 for their lovely reviews. I hope you all liked this chapter!

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