A/N: Ugh! I'm sick again. For some reason, I keep getting sick. To make matters worse, the holidays start tomorrow, so what a wonderful way to start the holidays off with. Anyways, this chapter may not be very good because I am having trouble focusing. I hope you guys enjoy. Also check out this amazing one-shot, written by McCody INVENTOR,
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GIRLS, GUYS AND LEPRECONS?

"Can you believe her?" I groaned in frustrated to Layla as we made our way backstage. I was so pissed off at Mickie, how dare she come out and challenge me like that? Although I am excited to kick her fat ass come over the limit. Her face when the ref raises my arm in victory, declaring me the winner. Ha! It will be priceless. That's exactly what she needs. It will shut her mouth once and for all.

"I know. I can't wait for you to beat her at over the limit." Layla grinned at me. Layla and I were so much alike, it wasn't funny. I couldn't have thought of anyone better to establish a team with. As they say, great minds think alike. "So Chelle, what do you want to do after the show?" Layla asked as we entered the locker room.

I shrugged my shoulders. It didn't bother me that much. "I don't care. Why don't we go to the hotel bar?" I suggested. Layla nodded her head in agreement. I dug through my wrestling bag, searching for my iPod. I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Layla asked, looking up from her phone. My eyes were narrowed in confusion as I dug through my bag.

"I can't find my iPod." I confirmed, not looking up from my bag. "Where did I have it last?" I asked myself and pursed my lips out and placed my hands on my hips, trying to refresh my memory. I let out a loud groan when I realized I was using it in catering. "I'll be back." I said to Layla, making my way out of the locker room, not bothering to close the door behind me. As I made my way into catering, it was semi-full. Most of the superstars and divas in there have either had their match or were just here for a segment.

As I walked into catering, trying to re-trace my steps, I noticed Punk placed in a seat with Serena and Luke Gallows. I shuttered when I looked at his chest and beard. During his RAW and ECW days, I would have called him hot; Shame on you, Michelle, shame on you. I glanced at him, only to have Punk wink at me. This caused me to almost throw up what I had for lunch. I spotted it in corner, with the water and other beverages. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I made my way over there. I reached for my iPod, but as I was inches away, a large hand quickly took it out of my reach.

"Hey!" I exclaimed in frustration as I reverted my eye sight to the figure who took it. I looked up to see Chavo Guerrero standing there holding my iPod, with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest. "Hand it over, Guerrero." I said dryly.

He just stood there with a smirk relaxed on his lips. "Why should I Michelle?" He questioned. "I remember last week you and Layla made fun on my bandana." Chavo's eyes narrowed at me in anger.

What was he on about? "We never made fun of your… oh, that." My confused expression turned into a guilty expression. Layla and I simply made an honest suggestion to Chavo; we didn't think he'd take it the wrong way. "Chavo, you didn't seriously think we were serious did you?" I let out a nervous laugh as I shoved his shoulder lightly. "That's what friends do, we kid!"

Chavo nodded sarcastically before faking a small smile. "Speaking of your British friend, where is she?" Chavo asked.

"You mean, our British friend." I corrected with a nod. I think I was getting somewhere.

Chavo ignored my comment and continued talking. "It's rare we see ever see any member of Lay-Cool alone. What? Did she come to her senses and realize she was just your doormat?" Chavo shot at me.

I let out a sarcastic snort. Layla was not my doormat! She was my best friend. We do everything together; Shop, wrestle, taunt. It's our thing. "Just like your 'Aunt Vickie' did?" I mocked, raising my brow.

Chavo narrowed his eyes at me. "What are you talking about?"

"Well it's obvious One third of Simply Flawless, has come to her senses and found… Hm, how do I say it?" I paused, placing my forefinger on my chin for dramatic effect, while gazing up into the air momentarily, "other interests."I smirked, jerking my head behind me, gesturing Dolph Ziggler and Vickie Guerrero.

I saw Chavo's confidence drop within his facial expression. "Well now you're definitely not getting this back." He said raising it in the air. I could tell he was going to throw. My jaw dropped. I grimaced at him.

"Don't you even think about it!" I exclaimed, trying to reach for it. Chavo wasn't all that much taller than me, but he was stronger than me. He pushed me back a couple of times. Although I was persistent and kept reaching for it.

"Chavo? Didn't your mother teach you any manners? You shouldn't take things that aren't yours." A familiar voice told Chavo. I gazed up past Chavo. Chavo's expression changed. He too recognized that voice. He slowly turned around to see Cody Rhodes standing behind him, arms crossed and a grin on his face. Chavo let out a nervous laugh. I smirked.

"I…I didn't want it anyway." Chavo explained nervously as he handed it back to me. "There."

"Thank you." I said to Chavo. As he began to walk away, I kicked him hard in the shins. He exclaimed in pain, turning and shooting me a glare. I simply smiled innocently at him and battered my eye lashes. "Blue isn't your color anyway, Chavo." I called as he hopped away, holding his shins. I turned to Cody, who had an amused expression on his face. "Uh, thank you." I said with a smile. Well, this brought a whole new term to awkward, I thought.

"No problem." He returned the smile to him. There was a momentary silence before he extended his hand out in front of me. "I'm Cody Rhodes." He smirked at me.

I let out a small giggle. "I know." Cody shrugged with his smirk still intact. That smirk made my knees weak. "I'm Michelle McCool." I shook his hand. The moment our hands touch, a shiver went down my spine.

"I know." He grinned at me, sending me a small wink. I could feel my cheeks growing warm. Oh no, Michelle don't blush! Don't blush! I yelled to myself in my head.

I blushed. He noticed and he chuckled at me. Damn Michelle. "Uh, so great match." I changed the subject. Good subject change. He's a wrestler; they like to talk about their matches, right?

"Thanks. Yours was great to." He complimented. I guess not.

"Thank you. It was pretty easy. Kelly's an easy opponent. Although, Beth on the other hand, well, she's like a wall." I let out a small laugh.

"You and Layla dominated." Cody commented. I shrugged. "So you and Mickie at over the limit? Think you can beat her?"

I let out a laugh. "Of course I can. I've better her before and I will defeat her again at over the limit. There's no way I'm letting her greasy hands all over my title." I grinned at him. We were both walking out into the hall together. He was so cute.

Cody laughed at me. It went silent and Cody looked like he was searching for word. He eventually broke the silence. "So would you like to maybe- If I was sitting down I'd probably on the edge of my seat. Cody was interrupted by "Chelle!" I heard Layla scream. Cody and I both turned around. We saw Layla running towards us, dripping wet. I covered my mouth.

"Lay? What happened?" I asked. She looked like she'd fallen into a pool. She was drenched. Her mascara was running. I could tell Cody was trying to hold in his amusement but covering his mouth casually.

"That, that," Layla was searching for the words. I gestured her to continue. Layla pointed down the hall. All of a sudden Hornswoggle came laughing down the hall. "Leprecon." Layla hissed in anger.

"He did this?" I asked Layla. Layla nodded and I could see her nostrils flaring. "why would he do that?" I wondered aloud. "Hey, come here you little pest." I called. Hornswoggle froze and turned to me. He let out a loud laugh before running down the hall. "Come back!" I shouted as I picked up my pace.

"Chelle!" Layla cried out to me. I stopped and turned to her. She motioned herself. I rolled my eyes. "Go take a shower or something." I stated, before proceeding down the hall. I had a feel a certain diva had something to do with this.

"Michelle." I heard Cody call after me. I stopped and turned around, to see him jogging up to me. "Let me help you look for him." Cody suggested.

"You don't have to." I said in a quiet voice; Although, I wanted him too. I enjoyed talking to Cody, even though we'd only spend about 10 minutes together.

Cody shot me a small grin. "But I want to." Yes! That's exactly what I wanted him to say. It was like he was a mind reader. We both started walking, side by side. "Why do you think he did it? I mean, I know the Leprecon's annoying, but she was absolutely drenched." Cody used emphasis. He's so helpful, I thought in awe. Okay, now I was sounding like a 14 year-old girl with a crush. But I didn't care.

"I know exactly who was behind it." I say, my eyes narrowed in front of me. Cody gave me a look as if to tell me to go on. "Think about it. What diva, or should I say, divas hate Layla and I the most?" I ask. Cody seem to have to think about it for a moment or so, so I just answered it for him. "Piggy James, Smelly Kelly and Glam-a-man." I stated.

"I wonder why." Cody said sarcastically. I looked at him and he just grinned at me. I shook my head and we both proceeded down the hall, together.

A/N: There you go. Sorry for the shortness, couldn't think of a lot for this chapter. Hope you like it.

Next few chapters; Backstage Brawl, More McCody Cuteness and Michelle goes on a date, but not with who you think.