Another Chapter finished. Time for some family drama on Cassie's end. Thanks for everyone reviewing. Hope this chapter will hold you over until the 4th of july shenanigans. After that, I think I will jump from one PPV to the other to get this thing moving. Who knows right?

The roster sat in the last meeting they were going to have before their 4th of July break. No one was listening to what was going on. All they wanted was to go home for the weekend.

Cassie laid her head on the table, on top of her arms. She wasn't in a very happy mood. She felt bad that she had to miss her niece's birthday party, but it didn't help that all pictures that were taken at the party, had her tagged in them.

She knew her sister only meant for her to see how excited her niece was with the wrestling birthday, but it made her feel like shit that she wasn't there. On top of that, some of her close family was bitching at her that she wasn't around anymore. She didn't get it.

They bitched at her to go back to school and get her dream job and now that she has it, it's the opposite. Now they are complaining that her job takes up her life. If they were complaining about her being a writer, she couldn't imagine how the superstar's families were like.

She sat up slightly, stretching her arms. She was hoping that somebody would want to drive with her. She could use a few more hours of sleep. She stopped suddenly when she felt her phone go off in her pocket. She usually put it on silent when she was in a meeting like this.

She leaned back in her chair, looking over at Paul. He was still talking about something that really wasn't that important. She dug into her pocket, grabbing her phone. She then pulled it out slightly, happy that she had to wave in front of her phone to answer it. Her eyebrows furrowed when she didn't recognize the number. She shoved it back in her pocket.

Cassie knew the area code. 304 was West Virginia, but everyone she knew there was programmed in her phone. She scratched her head, trying to think.

Colby gave her a questioning look. She held her left hand up to her ear, signaling phone. He nodded his head and went back to not listening to Paul.

Cassie felt her phone go off again. She looked down at her pocket.

"What the hell?" She whispered. She again leaned back in her chair, pulling her phone out. Her eyes widened as she knew this number. She quickly looked up, Colby again giving her a questionable look. She turned to Stephanie, and whispered to her.

"Hey I have an emergency. Is it cool if I step out?"

Stephanie turned to her.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. It will be quick."

"Alright."

Cassie thanked her and waved in front of her phone. She quickly got out of her seat and started towards the door.

"I told you not to contact me," she growled as she opened the door and left the room. The door slammed behind her. Paul jumped slightly, along with some of the roster. Paul turned to his wife, and she only shrugged her shoulders.

"Hey I just wanted to talk to my baby sishhster," her brother Mike's voice rang out.

"Michael I told you that I only want you to call me if it was an emergency!" She yelled.

"It issh an emergency," he laughed. "Could I pweasse get ssomme moneyyy?"

"For what?!" She snapped. This was not what she needed before her vacation.

"I need my pillss. Mom won't get them for me."

"Absolutely not Michael. This is not what I meant about an emergency."

"My pillss aren't importanttt?"

"Not when all you do is abuse them!" She yelled at him. She was getting frustrated now. He knew that emergency was for hospital or jail purposes only. She told him the only way she would keep in contact with him was if he didn't ask her for money, that he didn't ask her for anything.

"Fuck you! I don't abusse them!"

"Whatever Michael," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not doing this right now. You interrupted me and I was in a very important meeting…"

"Iss that all you do ish work?! You don't have time for sshit!"

"I'm not doing this ok?" She sighed. She heard something behind her, but she didn't turn around. She figured it was just somebody passing the meeting room. "I have to finish up this meeting."

"Whatever Cashie," he sneered. "It's always about you isn't it? Cashie the good child. Went off and graduated college. Cashie got a job to where ssshe can't even ssssee anybody…"

"Will you stop it?"

"No!" He yelled at her. "I need my pillssss or I'm going to end up in the hossspital and you don't even care!" He whined.

"I will send Billy money to get your Keppra…"

"I don't need that! I need my pain medssss!"

"I'm not getting those for you. Are you even listening to yourself right now?"

"I don't fucking abussssse my pillsssh you dumb bitch!"

"YOU ARE HIGH RIGHT NOW!" She yelled back into her phone, her anger snapping.

"Shit," she heard behind her. She quickly turned to see some of the roster coming out of the room.

"Oh for fucks sake," she walked off, quickly turning the corner and heading down another hallway.

"Move move move move," Colby said as he was pushing past people.

"Get the fuck out of the way!" Jon yelled. The group parted, not wanting to get on his bad side. He then grabbed Colby and pushed him out of the room. Colby then rushed down the hallway and turned to catch up with her. He saw that the exit door had just shut. He picked up his pace, and practically ran through the door.

The door slammed opened, as he stepped out into the night. He didn't see her, until he looked to his right. She was sitting next to the dumpster, her head in her hands and her knees brought up to her chest. Her phone was right next to her.

He sat down next to her.

"I don't want to talk about it," she said, her voice cracking. He knew she was crying.

"Sometimes talking doesn't help anything," he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He pulled her to him. She rested her head on his chest, happy that he decided to get out of his Shield gear after his match. "You have your keys on you?"

She nodded her head.

"Alright. I'll drive with you. You can get some rest alright?"

She nodded her head again.

A few minutes later, she sat in her passenger seat of her truck, her hair in her face. She couldn't believe that had happened. She wanted to strangle her brother for making her loose her head like that. To top everything off, Stephanie and Paul had heard the conversation and were now talking to Colby.

She wanted to hit something, and hard. She noticed that Jon and Phil had grabbed their bags from SUVs that they were supposed to be driving in. They then walked over to where Colby stood, Jon handing him a bag. Paul nodded and said goodbye to the three men. They then headed towards the truck.

"Great," she rolled her eyes as she pushed herself off her window and leaned against her seat. All three guys threw their bags into the bed of the truck. Jon and Phil then got into the extended cab while Colby jumped into the drivers seat.

"Holy shit this is high," he said looking over the hood. "I don't know if I can drive this…"

"Seriously?" Jon teased. "It's no bigger than an SUV. Be a man."

"Shut up Jon," he said as he stuck the keys into the ignition.

"Can I have my phone?" Cassie turned to him.

"Uh yeah," he turned the truck on. He then reached in his pocket and grabbed her phone. He pulled it out and handed it to her. She turned down her radio as she clicked something on her phone.

"Call Noob," she said. All three guys looked at her strangely. "Amanda gave herself that nickname. Don't ask," she put the phone up to her ear. It rang twice.

"My Cassie smooches!" Amanda yelled out into the phone.

"Cassie smooches?" Jon smirked. Cassie grabbed a water bottle and threw it at his head. "OW!"

" 'Manda, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course anything for you."

"I need liquor and some of the biggest mind fuck movies you can find."

"Bad day?"

"Yeah Mike called."

"Oh that fucker! Don't worry my lovely, I am on it. Did you want to have a BBQ on Thursday? Ya know, invite your new friends?"

"Hold on," she moved the phone away from her ear. "You guys doing anything Thursday?"

"Nope," Jon said, the truck staying in silence. Both Colby and Phil laughed. Whenever Jon would say nope, that meme was all they thought about. "I hate you."

"Amanda wants to know if you guys would come to her BBQ?"

"IN SPEEDOS!" They heard her yell. Cassie looked at her phone, a questionable look on her face.

"Waaaaayyy to be a creeper there Noob."

"Oh shut up! You agree with me!"

"I see them everyday in their speedos," Cassie teased smiling. "I don't need a BBQ."

"IT'S NOT FAIR!"

Cassie put the phone back up to her ear.

"Ok I'll ask them when they aren't creeped out by us. Thanks for doing this for me, love you." Amanda said the same thing to her and the two hung up. Cassie put her phone on charged and went back to staring at the window.

"They aren't speedos," Jon finally said.

"Justify it any way you want. To us women, it's a speedo."

Jon threw the bottle back up at her. He missed her head completely, not that he was aiming for it. Cassie smirked. She liked getting under his skin.

The group stopped to get some beverages, actually they sent Colby in to get drinks.

"You alright up there darling?" Jon looked away from the window, fixing his hair as he looked at her.

"I'm fine," she kept her eyes on her book.

"Really?" Phil stuck his head in-between the seats. "I know you have that project Steph gave you. Now would be the perfect time to help you."

"Sorry but I don't really want to work right now."

Phil rolled his eyes. He stood up slightly and snatched her book. He threw it behind him when she tried to turn around and snatch it back.

"You need to talk," he said.

"I don't want to. I want to be alone with my vampire book."

"Which I'm happy that it isn't Twilight…"

"Oh please. I would never degrade myself…"

"But not hearing you talk is eerily creepy. He's happy," he pointed at Jon who smiled. "But I don't like it."

"I don't want to talk about it. Colby said sometimes talking doesn't help…"

Jon snorted.

"Colby hasn't been around the situation before. The best he could do is say, I'm here for you. The two of us," he motioned between him and Phil. "Grew up with it. Everyday like clockwork. We are the best two to talk to about it. You don't want to sit in your thoughts about this kind of thing, trust me."

Cassie turned back around in her seat.

"There really isn't anything to talk about. My brother, who I thought was my closest relative, abuses his prescription pills and probably abuses some sort of other drug."

"Is that the Keppra you were talking about?" Phil asked, placing his head on the shoulder of the seat. Cassie shook her head.

"Keppra is a generic pill for Levetiracetam. It's for Epilepsy. He actually needs those pills or he will have really bad seizures."

"Oh." Phil looked at Jon, not really knowing where to go with the conversation.

"Does he abuse those?" Jon asked.

"No. He abuses his pain pills that he gets for his Krone's Disease and his back. He gets Percocets for it and sometimes he will get OxyContin for it. He crushes them and then snorts them like Cocaine. Which I'm sure he's back on doing that to."

"Has he always done that?"

"Since he was a teenager. Likes to blame my biological father for beating the shit out of him. Blames my mother for that and so drugs were his escape," she leaned up against the window.

"That's what happened for me," Jon leaned back in his seat. "Pills helped me escape the fact that my life was shit. Douche-bag of a father, cunt rag of a mother, living in a shit hole apartment. I only remember smiling when I was high."

"Yeah well, my brother's life wasn't shit. That's my Aunt feeding him some shit story so my brother can blame somebody other than himself for his choices."

"Sounds like my mom," Phil said. "Blamed me for all her trouble because I basically left the family to join another one. Blames me for my father's alcohol problem, my sister's drug problem. I should be sending them my hard earned money to them for them to get help. For them to get back on their feet. She texts me that every night."

"Does Mike do that?" Jon asked. "Blame everyone but himself?"

"Yeah. Blamed me today," she brought her knees to her chest. "Ya know, you would think I would get it by now. That I would learn my lesson, because this isn't the first time it's happened. I won't hear from him and then out of nowhere he will sound 100% better and then two days later he's back abusing his shit. I know that I'm enabling him. I know that because I still keep in contact with him, I'm the reason that this is happening. I know I need to cut him off and just stop, but I have this fucking nagging voice in the back of my head. It just keeps repeating, what if you get a call tomorrow and he's dead? Then once again it's my fault." She rubbed at her eyes, feeling tears leaving them. She did not want to cry in front of CM Punk and Dean Ambrose.

Phil moved away from the back of the seat. He gripped the head rest, and lifted up the side lever of the seat. He yanked her seat down so it was sitting in his lap. Cassie looked up at him as he looked down at her.

"Whatever happens to him, it isn't your fault. You didn't hold a gun to his head and make him choose what to do with his life. It was his and his alone. If he wants to keep hurting himself like this, you have to tell him goodbye. You seem to be his only friend through this. You give him an ultimatum, he will eventually give up and find help. I'm not saying he will be perfect, but it will help him see the better side of things."

"And if he dies," she moved her hands away from her face.

"Again not your fault and you shouldn't live with that guilt. After you stop talking to him, it's entirely his choice if he wants to do better or do worse."

"He will get better right? I mean you two are prime examples of it…"

"We can't make that judgement," Jon said. "I mean we aren't really better. I have a few screws loose in my head…"

"A few?" Cassie teased him. Jon narrowed his eyes at her.

"And people think it's ok to remind me of my past in my story lines."

"Yeah, I tried to tell them that was a bad idea."

Phil shrugged his shoulders.

"People will just learn it won't break me. What is it that you told Colby the other night, You shouldn't dwell on things you can't control? You can't control your brother Cass. He can only control what he does. Let him do that."

Cassie felt tears leave her eyes again, but didn't wipe them away.

"I never thought I would have a conversation like this with CM Punk and looney tunes over there."

"Hey," Jon snapped. "I'm not that crazy. Some of it is just a front."

"Thanks guys," Cassie rolled her eyes.

"Anytime Darling, but thank Colby. He's the one who asked us to come and talk to you. He didn't even know where to begin."

She smiled thinking about that gesture. Colby was the easiest person to talk to about anything. He would always listen and try his best to give an opinion.

Her passenger door opened, Colby standing there.

"You weren't supposed to make her cry you assholes!" He yelled seeing tears fall down her cheeks.

"Listen two toned barbie," Jon said. He didn't get much else out because Colby threw his drink at him, hitting him square in the privates. "Fuck," Jon gasped for air as he hunched over.

"I said talk to her! Not get her all upset over the whole thing again!"

"We just finished up," Phil said passing her book back up.

"Are you alright?" Colby threw the bags over into his seat. He fixed her seat so she was sitting up. "I promise that wasn't my intention for them to get you all upset again."

"I'm fine," she leaned forward and hugged him. He was a bit shocked at the sudden closeness of them. "Thanks Colby."

He smiled softly as he hugged her back.

"Not a problem. It's about time I can return the favor."

"Why is it that I am always getting shit thrown at me?!" Jon yelled.

"You make it easy," Phil went back to reading his comic. He gave Colby a devious smirk, which only got a questionable look right back and a bottle of water thrown at him. "Ow," Phil laughed as his sent a pain through his shoulder.

Eventually, everyone switched seats in the truck. Phil was now driving, Jon was in the passenger seat. Colby and Cassie were in the back. Colby leaned against his door, his pillow leaning up against the window. He let Cassie have pretty much the back seat so she could sleep.

She argued saying that he needed more sleep than she did, but she gave in and laid out on her back seat. She had laid her head down by his legs, so her head didn't bang up against the door.

"I only ask that you don't fart," she said before she put her head on her pillow and got comfortable. Colby chuckled.

"Don't worry. I'll warn you."

That was about three hours ago when they were awake.

Phil looked at the two in the back seat through the review mirror.

"I know it's only been like what a month since Lesley broke up with Colby?" He took a quick glance at Jon.

"Sure," he played some game on his phone.

"Is it a little weird, that I think he likes Cassie?"

"What like a friend?"

"No like feelings."

"Thank You!" Jon dropped his phone in his lap and looked at the older wrestler. "I've been saying it for weeks now."

"Good to know I'm not the only one."

"Celeste and Stu think so to. The two of them remind me how he first was with Lesley. It's really weird."

"Right? I think people get confused when they see them hanging out. They sort of act like a couple sometimes."

"Yeah, a bit sickening when you think about it," he went back to his phone. "I'm happy there is somebody else on my side about this. Leati Joe is on the opposite end of it."

"Why?" Phil took another quick glance over at Jon.

Jon shrugged his shoulders.

"Some shit that his girlfriend just left him and Cassie is helping to keep his mind off of her."

Phil rolled his eyes.

"Why is he always the damn voice of reason?"

"Who the hell knows. He usually is the one to point this shit out. Every relationship that has happened around us, he has called. I don't understand why he's being all anti-moving on. I mean it's pretty fucking obvious that those two," he pointed behind him. "Would work really well with each other."

"Well all I know, when him and Lesley had that little falling out a few years ago, Colby was depressed as shit. This time around, not so much thanks to Cassie."

"Yeah, and it's a bit sickening on how much shit they have in common. They have all these little inside jokes," he moved his hands like he was playing with a rubix cube. "And I don't get them! Pisses me off."

Phil laughed.

"No you are just mad because somebody is finally beating you are you twisted game. You don't fool Cassie for a second."

"Bah," the younger waved him off. "I'm Dean Ambrose. No one gets in my head."

"Yeah you keep saying that my friend," Phil turned into a driveway. "We are here," he pulled up to a little white house. He parked the truck, turning it off. The two in the front turned to look at the two in the back. "Oh they look so precious."

"Shut up," Jon rolled his eyes. He raised his right arm, and shoved Cassie. "Get up. We are here."

Phil did the same thing to Colby. Neither of them budged.

"Well we found ourselves in a predicament," Phil frowned. He opened the drivers side door and got out. He went to the door that Colby was leaning on. He opened it, Colby falling out and onto the ground.

"Fuck," he groaned as he sat up.

"Wakey wakey," Phil said going to grab his bag from the bed of the truck.

"You couldn't just wake me up like a normal person?" Colby's eyes were still closed as he rubbed his shoulder.

"Tried you didn't wake up," Phil shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah what did you do? Shake my leg once?" He looked up at Phil.

"That should have been enough. Now get up and help us wake up Cassie. She won't budge."

"Does anybody have a sharpie?" Jon asked. "I would like to get my payback now for her little stunt."

"You are not drawing on her," Colby got up, picking his pillow up. He smacked it a few times, getting the dirt off of it. "I think she wanted to go home," he stretched.

"Yes because she is wide awake is lives about another hour away from here," Jon got out of the car, and grabbed the remainder of the bags.

"Since when did you play parent?" Phil asked, shocked.

"She may annoy the shit out of me, but I like her a little. Don't need her crashing and hurting herself. She can stay here until the morning and then go home." He started to walk towards the house that him and Colby shared. "Besides, Stephanie and Paul would have our heads if anything happened to her. You heard them before we left," he climbed the steps and walked into the house. "Shaddup you stupid dogs!" They heard him yell at Colby's dogs that were barking.

"Alright," Colby said. "I'll get her. Can you carry my pillow for me?" Colby shoved it in Phil's hands. "Her's to," he softly lifted her head and took her pillow out from underneath her. He again turned to Phil and shoved it in his hands.

"God you are so lazy. Carry your own shit," Phil wined as he headed towards the house.

"Hey," Colby shook her shoulder. "Cass, you gotta get up."

"Mmff," was all she got out. Colby chuckled.

"We are at my house. I'm going to take ya inside…" he moved the drivers seat forward, so he could get back into the truck. "Please don't hit me," he rolled her over to make it easier to pick her up. He placed his left arm behind her knees, and his right arm around her shoulders. He slowly moved her towards the opened door.

He surprised himself when he got both of the out of the truck without her waking up, or him hurting something.

"Good deal," he said hugging her closer to him, so her head to hang off his arm. He quickly kicked the doors closed to the truck and walked up the stairs and into the house.

Phil was laying down blankets on the couch.

"Thanks man. I don't know how she would feel about sleeping in one of the beds…"

"She ins't sleeping here. This is my bed. Go take her upstairs."

"Wait, do we have an air mattress so I'll have somewhere to sleep?"

"I don't live here," Phil held his arms up at his side. "How the hell would I know?"

"True," Colby then walked off and up some more stairs. He headed down a hallway and pushed a door open at the end. He walked in, to some excited dogs. "Move move move," he got to the left side of the bed. He softly put Cassie down on it. "Ok," he turned and sat on the floor. His 4 dogs excitedly ran over to him, jumping in his lap. "I missed you guys to," he made sure to pet all of them, and gave each their own attention. "Yes we have a guest. You be nice," he told them. They barked at him and then ran back to their beds.

Jon knocked on his door.

"Hey, we don't have an air mattress."

"What? Didn't you buy one before we left?"

"Yeah, and thanks to your rats, there now is a huge hole in it," he growled looking at the dogs. The dogs growled back at him.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?"

Jon brought his attention back to Colby, who looked pissed.

"Your bed?" Jon leaned up against the door frame.

"I don't know if you know, but it's occupied right now."

"So what? You two are adults aren't you? I'm sure she would understand. It's either that or you crawl into Leati Joe's bed. I'm sure he will love company when he gets here."

"No!" Colby said. "I remember the last time that happened when Sami visited," Colby gulped thinking about the memory. Sami doesn't spend the night anymore when he visits. "I'll just wake her up and see if it's cool," he got up.

"Whatever. See ya tomorrow," Jon left the room. He walked downstairs to get a quick drink of water.

"Nice," Phil gave him a high five as he walked into the kitchen.

"Anything to keep his mind off of Lesley right?" Jon smirked. Phil smirked, shaking his head.

Colby shook Cassie.

"Hey you," he sat down on the bed next to her. Her eyes opened slightly.

"Yeah?"

"We have to share a bed…"

"Whatever," she turned away from him, going back to sleep.

"Not a care in the world," he laughed. He grabbed some pajama bottoms and walked into the hallway bathroom. He quickly got changed and headed back into his room. He threw his clothes in the corner next to his dresser. He then walked to the right side of his bed, pulling the blankets back. He got in, covering himself. He got comfortable, two of his dogs jumped up onto the bed and laid on top of him. He looked at Cassie and smiled. She was curled up against one his pillows. She mumbled something he didn't understand, and she flipped herself away from him again.

He shook his head laughing as he closed his eyes hoping he fell asleep fast.

Aww so adorable. I'm kind of weirding myself out with all this cuteness. Oh well. If you guys like it, I'll keep writing it. Review :)