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I heard someone barge into my room. A part of me wanted to see who it was, in case it was a mass murderer or a rapist or something, but I honestly didn't feel like it. I've isolated myself – again – from everyone. Luckily Gail went back to Toronto and the past week I've had the hotel to myself. I haven't spoken to Alex or Chris and quite frankly I'm glad. I haven't spoken to my four best friends; Melina, Mickie, Adam or Jason since RAW last week and more importantly I haven't spoken to Cody, Ted or Randy since Vince called us to his office to explain why we were at a TNA taping. I took the blame and explained that one of my close friends was going through a whole lot of drama and needed my help – when truth was, I needed their help. Luckily Vince was convinced and nobody got in trouble.

"Get up."

I knew that voice.

"No." I muttered.

"Get up." The voice repeated.

"No." I replied from under the covers in a slower tone.

"Christina Lee Hemme, get your lazy ass up now." The voice turned stern and impatient.

I paused. "No." I repeated, sighing slightly.

"We haven't seen or heard from you in a week. I don't even think you've left this hotel room in a week. You're probably getting fatter by the second."

My jaw dropped. Did she just say what I thought she said? I pulled the blankets off my head and chest, shooting up. "I am not getting fatter! I have a great figure, thank you very much." I snapped, glaring at the two figures in my room; now supporting two accomplished smirks. "Oh – I get it. Aren't you two oh so funny." I said sarcastically, narrowing my eyes at them. I pushed myself back down onto the mattress and pulled the blanket above my head and closed my eyes – attempting to get some sleep.

"Fine. If you're going to be like that – we'll pull the big guns out."

What did they mean by that? I heard the door shut. I waited a few moments before pulling the blanket off of my eyes, my vision immediately moving to the door. They were gone.

Christy – 1

Friends – 0

I sighed in relief and rolled over onto my side. A couple of moments later I heard the door open. What were they up to?

"Christy." Melina warned.

"No." I simply replied, my back to them.

"Fine – be like that." Mickie replied.

"I will."

All of a sudden, out of the blue, two large figures began jumping on me. It most certainly wasn't Melina or Mickie because I know that they didn't not weight that much. The two figures were jumping on each side of me. One foot almost came in contact with my head. I used all the power I had to push that figure off the bed. There was a thunderous thud as they hit the ground.

"Shit!" I heard a familiar voice curse. This caused the other figure to stop bouncing and stare worriedly down over the bed. Melina and Mickie just stood there in shock. I looked over the side of the bed to see Adam lying on the ground holding his head in pain. I did not know I was that strong – then again, maybe Adam wasn't all that strong. I shrugged my shoulders when the other three pairs of eyes turned to me. "You two said I wouldn't get hurt!" Adam whined.

Christy – 2

Friends – 0

"I didn't think she would hurt you!" Melina exclaimed to Adam, who was still on the ground. I snapped my head in Jason's direction - who was just standing there, frozen on my bed; gazing over the side of the bed at his friend. I raised my brow at him and gave him a knowing look. Jason's eyes widened and he quickly jumped off the bed and stepped away from it. I tried to hold a laugh in; how unique are my friends? "Adam, her lazy ass has barely moved off the damn bed in a week, I didn't expect her reflexes to still be so… active." Melina explained to Adam. My jaw dropped slightly. Ouch.

Christy – 2

Friends – 1

I'll give them that.

"Yeah, well..." I tried to think of a comeback. The four of them looked at me. I let out a frustrated sigh – I couldn't think of a comeback. "Ugh! I'm going for a walk." I announce, heading for the door. As I opened the door I heard Jason clear his throat. I snapped my body around in their direction. I gave them a questioning look. The three of them – minus Adam – who was now clutching the edge of the bed, trying to pull himself up from the ground – eyed me up and down, pointing out my attire; which consisted of boy shorts and a white tank top. "Oh." I muttered. "Well I can't get dressed with you four looking at me, now can I?" I say. The three just shrugged their shoulders, obviously not quite getting what I was trying to say. "That was code for, get the hell out of my hotel room – That goes for you too, Adam." I order, opening the door for them and gesturing it with my left hand.

Mickie and Melina left first; while Jason helped his best friend up. The two shuffled to towards the door, before pausing when they reached my figure. "There was no need to be so pushy, Ms. Hemme." Jason stated in a serious tone, nodding his head. I raise my brow at the two; who just begin moving out of the door. I close the door once the two men are out of the door way and let out a loud, aggravated sigh. Is it the friends or family you can't choose?

I look around at my surroundings, a small smirk slowly forming on my lips. They're gone, I thought to myself. I let out an accomplished chuckle and jumped on my bed. A couple of moments later, I heard…

"CHRISTY! Get your ass off that bed!" I heard Melina scream from the hallway; I almost fell off the bed, she startled me that much. I looked around and raised my brow suspiciously.

I need new friends.

The breeze was cold, yet very relaxing. It was nice to be outside again. I was beginning to feel like a zombie. After Mel, Mickie, Jason and Adam had left; I took a shower, straightened my hair and got dressed – now I'm wondering down the street searching for a starbucks or something. I could use a nice coffee. A part of me wanted to go and find Randy, especially when we are still in a relationship; although I don't know what I could say to him. I know he would want to know what happened. I just don't think I could tell him.

I made my way into a small café and seated myself down in a booth towards the far end of the café. I sighed and lowered myself into the seat, my eyes not moving from the table. A couple of minutes passed before a figure stood next to my booth. I assumed it was a waiter or waitress and didn't bother moving my gaze. "Just a latte, please." I say not taking my eyes off the edge of the table. They must've been a really slow writer because they just stood there for a good minute or so, not moving. "Did I stutter? I asked for a-" I snapped, turning my head into the figures direction. I was speechless to see Randy standing there – his eyes fixed on me. I didn't say anything. I couldn't; instead I just sat there, my eyes wondering his face. I finally found my words again. "Uhm, have a seat?" I offer in a questioning tone, gesturing the seat across from me. Randy didn't say anything – he just lowered himself in the seat across from me. Neither of us said anything for about 3 minutes; though it seemed like an eternity.

This silence was killing me.

"Just say something." I blurt out in a pleading tone. "Please?"

I heard him sigh; shaking his head ever so slightly. "What do you expect me to say Christy?" He questioned, finally glancing up at me. "I didn't even know if you were still alive – nor did I know if we were still together!" Randy raised his voice, causing people to stare. I opened my mouth to speak but he quickly interrupted. "I don't want to hear it Christy!" He shouted.

I closed my eyes. I could feel the anger building up inside of me. I can understand why he was so mad – I just didn't want him to well. I couldn't stand it.

"You're a heartless bitch, Christy."

Chris' words rang in my head again; repeating themselves over and over again. Why did they leave this mark on me? I was over with TNA. I didn't want to go back, especially after hearing those words. I just wanted them to stop. Not only have I pissed Alex and Chris off; but now Randy's mad at me. Maybe I'm not meant to be in a relationship. I opened my eyes and looked at Randy – whose jaw was clenched.

"I'm sorry." I say in a low tone, almost in a whisper. I didn't want to have this conversation with Randy; I've been avoiding it for the past week. I wanted to see Randy, I mean of course I did I just didn't know if I could deal with explaining myself.

"Christy, sometimes that's just not good enough. Look – do you love me or not?" Randy asks, obviously dead serious. This causes my head to snap up and look right into his eyes.

"How could you ask me something like that Randy?" I question in disbelief. Randy raises his brow like he was questioning my statement. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Of course I love you, Randy!" I practically shout, causing most of the café to turn in our direction.

I couldn't care less.

"You haven't been acting like it."

With that said Randy pushed himself off of his seat and began making his way for the door. I was in shock. I couldn't do anything – nor could I say anything. Why was he being like this? He knew I loved him, why did he even doubt it for a second? Hold on – I should be the one who's made, not him.

"Randy!" I called out as I pushed myself out of my seat and ran after him. I didn't care who heard me or that the crowded café customers' eyes were on both of us. Randy didn't look back, he just opened the door and stepped out as if I didn't exist. "Randy!" I repeated in a louder, more aggravated tone. I stepped out of the café and saw he was about 50 meters away, his head bowing low. "Randy!" I called out again, although not nearly as loud as the other two times – it seemed pointless.

It was too late.

Ted's POV.

There was a loud knock on our hotel room door, which caused Cody to jump out of his skin letting out a small… shriek? Which caused me to chuckle; Cody shot me a cold stare.

"Who is it?" I shouted from the couch.

"Christy." I heard the familiar voice say in a lower tone.

Cody and I exchanged glances. "Turn it off!" I ordered in a whisper. Cody nodded and quickly dived for the DVD player. "Hold on Christy." I shout as I jump off the couch. Cody had gotten out Alice in Wonderland and placed it with Friday the Thirteenth, skipping it to Chapter 5. Cody gave me a nod and I ran towards the door. I acted natural, placing my arm on the side of the door frame while I slowly opened the door. "Why Hello, Christy. What brings you to our lovely estate?" I ask in a charming tone a small smirk playing on my lips. I was waiting for Christy to fire back with a comeback instead she said nothing, her head bowing low.

I stepped aside allowing her to walk through. Christy didn't say anything until I closed the door and slowly made my way over to her with a worried expression on my face. I opened my mouth to ask her if she was okay, but she interrupted me. "By the way Ted, this is your hotel room, not an estate; besides you don't even pay for it – Vince does." She states in a neutral tone, gazing up at me slightly. If she wasn't so down I knew she would have used a lot more sarcasm.

"Oh hey Christy, Ted and I were just watching… Friday the Thirteenth." Cody explained in a shaking tone from the couch. I nod in agreement. Christy just nods her head three times, still hanging low. "That's how manly we are." I added. "Are you okay?" I finally ask. Christy shook her head. I hadn't seen Christy in, well ages. I had a feeling those Motor Gun dudes had something to do with it – that's their name right? Oh I don't know and don't really care, but if I find out it was their fault that Christy is so sad and that Randy and Christy haven't spoken in ages – possibly hurting their relationship, then Cody and I will be paying them a little visit. I clenched my jaw slightly remembering the events that occurred one week ago.

Cody eventually realized that everything was getting serious and quickly jumped over the side of the couch and over to Christy and I.

"Are you alright?" Cody questions wirily, showing as much as sincerity as I did. Christy shook her head.

"What's wrong?" I piped in.

"I think mine and Randy's relationship... is in jeopardy." Christy announced in a soft tone, having trouble getting her statement out. Christy raised her head slightly to gaze up at us. Cody and I quickly exchanged a weary glance and then turned back to Christy.