Chris never expected to really enjoy his time at the aquarium. Truth be told, he only went to get his mind off of the interview. But after walking around for a little over 2 hours, Chris had to admit to himself that the kid was right. The aquarium was a really nice place to hang out. It wasn't overly crowed with noisy children or their parasitic parents. Instead, the few kids that were there with family were too busy gawking at the beautiful angel fish or watching happily as the dolphins swam around eagerly showing off.

The lights were low and the soothing sounds of Santana played over the loudspeaker setting the mood. As Chris and Mike rounded the corner to where the sea urchins lie, Chris couldn't help but note the several couples standing near the glass holding hands or embracing each other as their beloveds whispered things in their ear. Chris sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Mike asked. They were standing shoulder to shoulder watching the sea urchins dance, but unlike Chris, Mike had been thinking only of his friend. Then there was the fact that they were in the midst of another uncomfortable silence; one that Mike was determined to break. Mike reached over and grabbed Chris' hand giving it a gentle squeeze. "Chris?"

Chris turned to Mike moments later with a smile on his face. "I'm sorry Mike. Everything's just fine. I was just…thinking." He caressed the back of Mike's hand bringing color to the younger man's face.

"Ah…that's good then but don't think too much."

"Maybe I won't." Both turned their heads and went back to watching the urchins; both men losing themselves to sounds of Santana and thoughts of the other.

~*--*~

When Jeff was done for the night, he hurried to get a quick shower then waited outside the arena for John. Ten minutes later the two of them were sitting inside a small coffee shop having drinks near the back. Both men were pretty tired after the night's events but knew they needed to talk about some things before heading back to their lovers. Jeff sighed drawing attention to himself for the first time all evening.

"Are you alright?" John asked. They were both sitting quietly, neither one knowing quite where to begin.

"I'm fine I guess. Just missing Hunter and worried about Shawn. That guy can never catch a break."

"Yeah. I agree but don't you think he sometimes bring it on himself?"

Jeff looked across the table at John as he thought about his words. He was right in a way. Shawn didn't necessarily have to do the interview but then he was sure Layfield had something to do with it. Probably wanting to test Shawn's love for him which in Jeff's mind, was either the dumbest thing he could ever do or the smartest. Right now though he was leaning towards the plain out stupid side. "I don't know John. I guess it would depend on how you look at it in this particular situation. Yes Shawn was partly to blame for taking John's deal a few months ago but as far as this interview is concerned, I think a lot of the blame goes to his lover…or former lover being as we're not quite sure where things stand."

"Yeah I know but did Shawn really need to prove himself?"

"Well…I don't really know. Shawn told me some things about JBL that just doesn't seem right. Like he told me John had huge self esteem problems. If that's the case then I really can see why Shawn agreed to the interview."

"He'd want to prove to John that his love is real."

"Right but I don't think Shawn ever calculated Bret would still be in love with him."

"That's what Mark said but then, Mark also said both Shawn and Bret were blind lovers."

Jeff frowned. "What the hell did Mark mean by that?"

John laughed. "Half the time I have no idea what Mark means. He's so cryptic with his advice."

"Aww well fuck. That doesn't help us," Jeff mumbled.

"But…" John sang. "He DID tell me some stories."

Jeff quirked his brow curiously. "Stories?" John nodded. "What kind of stories?"

"Oh…stuff that he observed about Shawn and Bret years ago prior to them being good friends. Mark and Shawn were always associates being that they worked together but they didn't become actual friends until one night when Mark over heard them fighting in the locker room. In fact, Mark knows a lot of things – including why Bret probably hates Hunter – but it's not my place to reveal all of that."

"Tch. Then why'd you bring it up?" Jeff snapped irritably.

John threw up his hands in his defense. "Whoa. Dude. Chill out. I'm sure you'll get the stories eventually. Besides, there's always two sides to every story so why don't you ask Hunter about it?"

"I would but Shawn doesn't want Hunter to know."

"Know what?"

Jeff bit his lip. Shawn told him not to say a word about Bret, but he was already too deep to just ignore John. He sighed. "Shawn and Bret are currently stuck together in a hotel room."

"Oh…well…"

"They had sex," he added quietly.

John's jaw dropped. "Seriously?" he hissed. "But…but how? I mean…why? How'd…?"

"I don't know what happened but Shawn's upset and I get the feeling he didn't mean to do it."

"Well, you and I both know that things like that don't matter. Whether it was intentional or not, it still means he slept with his ex lover. John…will freak."

"Yeah well John's not here is he?" Jeff said bitterly.

John frowned. "You don't sound…wait a second. Are you Team Bret all of a sudden? I know I had doubts about Jibble earlier but not to this extent."

Jeff shrugged. "Maybe."

"Oh come off it Hardy," he scoffed. "You're just as bitter about John leaving as Hunter so cut the act."

"It's not an act John," he answered quietly. "I've had all night to think about this and I've decided that maybe all of this is happening for a reason."

"Wha…?"

"Maybe…maybe Shawn's better off without John."

He spoke he words but even he had a hard time believing what was coming out. There was a long pause before John spoke up again. "Jeff…I really want to dive across this table and tear you a new one."

"For what? Speaking the truth?"

"It's not the truth if you don't even believe your own words. You still have doubts about Bret and yet you're trying to convince yourself and me that this is okay?"

"I don't think he's a bad person for trying to get back the man he loves. At least he's trying. John just gave up."

"We don't know that Jeff and besides, I bet you won't go telling Shawn all of this. He'll hate you for it and you know it!"

"Which is why I'm telling you," he shot back. "I care about Shawn and I really, really want to help him but if he's sleeping with Bret and hyperventilating all over him then maybe John's right. Maybe Shawn and Bret belong together."

"You know…just forget it. I'm not against Bret but as you know, Shawn's my idol. I grew up wanting to be just like him and like any Shawn fan, we all know about Montreal. We "know" what happened that day. We've seen the interviews and Bret has publicly stated for years that Shawn's a little shit head. He's called him gay, a hypocrite, and a scrawny little crybaby. Now the fact that Bret has had a sudden change of heart may not bother you but it sure as hell bothers me."

"True love never dies John. People say things to hide their true feelings all the time."

"Whatever Jeff. We're getting nowhere with this so we should probably get going. I can't tell you much about what Mark told me because he's my lover and I made him a promise. But you…If I were you I'd start worrying about my own lover. Hunter's a big part of this too you know."

"I have nothing to worry about. Hunter and I are good and have been good since he's come to terms about JBL."

"So you mean to tell me he's not the least bit disturbed about Bret?"

"A little but what's your point?" he asked irritably.

John shook his head. "You have lost your damn mind if you think Hunter's just fine."

"What are you saying John?" Jeff asked angrily. "Are you saying I could lose my lover?"

"I'm saying that Hunter and Bret were once rivals for the man you once hated. If Bret is still in love with Shawn what makes you think Hunter isn't?"

"He's not! Hunter's in love with me!"

"But he still loves Shawn."

"I know that! God! Why are you bringing this up?!"

"I'm bringing this up because if Hunter ends up in the middle of this, what do you think's bound to happen?" he asked quietly. Jeff bit his lip and remained quiet. He knew what John was getting at but he didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to think about Hunter's possessiveness and had somehow - through all of this mess – managed to ignore the fact that Hunter had a tendency to interfere whenever it involved the Kliq's baby girl. Jeff shook his head. He was so angry and frustrated that he barely registered the tears streaming down his face. It won't happen…It can't… He's wrong… "Jeff? Jeff come on. Let's get out of here." Jeff wiped his eyes brushing the uneasy thoughts from his mind. He was going back to the hotel to get some sleep and first thing the next morning he was planning to head back to his Hunter.

*---*

"Adam…baby…L.A? You're going to LA? But you have a show to do in like 2 days!" Adam continued throwing things in his suitcase ignoring his lover. Randy cast Dave a pleading look but Dave just shook his head.

"I'm not in it," Dave laughed. "Adam, for what it's worth I think you're overreacting. I actually agree with Randy but I'm not going to get in your way."

"Gee thank Dave," Randy mumbled. He turned back to Adam who was now concentrating on trying to zip his suitcase up. "Dammit Adam! What am I supposed to do while you're gone halfway across the country? Don't you know Vince will be furious if you're not at the show?"

"Yeah I know but this is serious Randall. I need to find John. I need to—

"You need to mind your own business," Dave added.

"Look guys, John's my friend. I've been calling him all day but he's not answering the phone. I'm not…trying to make him go back to Shawn. I just need to make sure that he's alright. Where's the harm in that?"

"You expect me to believe all you want to do is check on him? This morning you were storming around talking about seeing Chris about that interview. You expect me to believe you've forgotten all about it? That you're just going to let it go?" Randy asked.

"I never said I was letting it go Randy. I just…I saw Mark this morning but the pale faced zombie wouldn't tell me a thing."

"And with good reason," Dave scolded. "You know how bad things get when people interfere in other people's business. For the last time Adam, stay out of it."

"Sorry guys but I can't."

"Fine. Then I'm coming with you," Randy growled.

"Whatever dear. Guess we're both getting in trouble if we're not back. And just so you know, I have no idea whether or not John's in L.A."

"Then why the hell are we going?"

"It's more or less a hunch."

"Wait guys…Adam…listen. Why don't you and Randy go to L.A. after the show? If you miss this week's show Vince is liable to blow a gasket. You know we're building up to a PPV. Go to this week's show and that will give you four days to get to L.A. and back."

Adam thought long and hard about this before nodding. "Alright. We wait but then after the show we're off. I have to find John…for his sake."

*~**~*

Hunter turned his music up loud hoping it would drown his thoughts of the past but unfortunately fate had other plans. Every song was just as bad as the first one.

How the hell did we wind up like this? Why weren't

we able to see the signs that we missed? Let's rewrite

an ending that fits…

"Ugh!"

I hate living without you. Dead wrong to ever

doubt you, but my demons lay in waiting

tempting me away… Oh how I adore you!

Oh, how I thirst for you…need you…

"Dammit! Why can't they play something happier?" Hunter pulled the car over on the side of the road and switched off. So far today was not his day and it didn't help that thoughts of the past were haunting him. He blamed Bret for this because if it wasn't for that raven haired lunatic he wouldn't be remembering the first time he met Shawn. Hunter leaned back in his seat staring out the window. The evening was nearing, the skies sporting a beautiful purple and orange. It was beautiful…

~*-~-*~

"Hunter I believe you haven't met these guys. This is Razor aka Scott and our other baby Sean but call him Pac around here." Hunter shook both guys hands as they headed out of the arena. The guys were on their way to the bar after a great night of wrestling. Shawn was in a particularly bad mood and Kevin suggested that they all go out.

Minutes later they were inside the bar sitting at the counters. Pac was on the far end next to Scott. Scott was next to Kevin then Shawn and Hunter. Kevin wanted it that way to keep Shawn out of trouble. Of course Hunter didn't mind at all considering he found Shawn to be extremely attractive.

"Alright guys. We need to laugh…have some fun chicos!" Razor grinned. He and Pac were downing their third shot attempting to lighten the mood.

"Hey! All of us can't get wasted you dicks," Kevin warned. "I'm not going to be responsible for all of you plus girly here," he teased nudging Shawn in the side. Shawn barely acknowledged anyone as he downed his fourth shot of rum. Kevin sighed. "Baby girl cheer up. Don't let that—

"Don't," Shawn warned. "Don't say it."

Kevin threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine. I'm going to dance." Hunter watched as Kevin pulled Scott and Sean to the dance floor leaving him alone with the blonde. Shawn was sulking now, staring at his empty shot glass with his lips poked out. Hunter filled Shawn's glass up again and chuckling softly.

"I really don't know why someone so beautiful would need to drink like this but the look on your face tells me you could use another one."

Shawn shook his head before downing his fifth shot. "Beautiful," he scoffed. "I hate being beautiful."

"Why do you hate it? I would like to think it was a compliment." Hunter replied softly taking note of Shawn's sadness despite the forced bitterness in his voice.

"I just do," he mumbled.

Hunter heard a few giggles coming from behind that got his attention. He looked around for Kevin and noticed that he and Scott were all over each other while Sean was surrounded by ladies. It took him a minute to realize that the giggles were coming from a nearby table with three beautiful ladies looking their way. He smirked earning more giggles from them. Hunter pointed at himself winking and the ladies nodded. He shook his head. If only I was remotely interested in women right now…

One of the ladies pointed towards Shawn and while Hunter knew it was pointless, he wanted to see if the ladies could cheer him up. He nudged Shawn in the side. "Hey beautiful. Looks like I'm not the only one taking notice." Shawn was well beyond drunk at this point but Hunter hardly noticed since he seemed to be holding his own very well. Shawn spun around in his chair and flashed the women a smile. All of them squealed drawing attention to their table. Hunter laughed. "Wow. Shawn…you certainly know how to liven a bunch."

"I guess I do," he grinned. He motioned for the ladies to come over and they all but ran to get to him. "Hey…wait a second ladies…Whoa! There's plenty of me to go around." Shawn was practically drug off his chair then sandwiched between two of the women. "What's your name baby?" asked one of the girls. All three were tall, sexy blondes wearing the tiniest skirts any straight man could hope for. Shawn only grinned, his drunkenness finally showing.

"My name's Shawn – the only name you'll ever need to know."

"I'm Dixie. These are my friends Kate and Teri."

"Hello ladies. So what can I do for you beautiful young ladies this evening?"

"Nothing," Dixie whispered, her lips grazing his neck. "We'll do it all for you." She ran her hands up and down his bare chest while the other two ladies caressed his thighs and his butt. Hunter only watched amused at the sight while Shawn let the ladies work his body. "God Shawn you're so fucking hot!"

"I know baby. I know."

"Come with us," she pleaded. "Leave here with us and we'll give you the time of your life."

"Only if I can fuck you til you scream Shawn in your sleep," he teased. Shawn pulled Dixie tighter against him letting her feel his cock against her. She moaned. "You like that don't you?"

"Fuck…yes. Shawn take me—

"HE AIN'T TAKING YOU NOWHERE!" Hunter jumped only just realizing that two huge men dressed in army uniforms were standing near him glaring angrily at Shawn. Shawn of course was drunk off his rocker and didn't seem to care that two big men were ready to kill him.

"Uh…honey…Wha…what are you doing here?" Dixie asked nervously.

"I could ask you the same thing. Get the fuck out of here now. I'll deal with you when I get home and you…" The ladies scrambled away allowing the two men to close in on a drunk Shawn. I can't let them hurt him…

"Hey…guys. I think this might be just one big old misunderstanding," Hunter said calmly.

"You stay out of it," he growled.

"Um…do I know you two?" Shawn asked.

"You're about to know us," they growled. "You were with our wives just now."

Shawn blinked a few times before he burst out laughing. "Oh you mean the blonde ladies…they're married?"

"YOU DAMN RIGHT THEY'RE MARRIED!"

"Oh I'm sorry," Shawn giggled. "I just wanted a quick fuck and since they were flirting with me—

"You lie!"

"He's not lying," Hunter growled. "Now get away from him."

"Or what?" one of them asked now towering over Hunter.

Shawn giggled again. "I can't help it cause my dick stays hard longer than yours limp dick." That did it. Glass was broken, fists were flying and somehow Shawn managed to get away without so much as a scratch. Apparently Kevin and the others were expecting something like this to happen and were already in position to grab Shawn if need be. Meanwhile Hunter ended up getting punched in the face before Kevin was able to help pull him out of the bar before the owner could figure out who started all the commotion.

"Shawn…baby we've got to stop doing this. One of these days we're not going to be around to help you. You gotta learn to exercise some kind of restraint."

"Fuck you!" he slurred. "I'll do what I want. Now put me down!" Kevin was carrying him over his shoulder ignoring all the foul words coming out of his mouth. Meanwhile Sean and Scott were tagging along near him shaking their heads while Hunter lingered behind a bit rubbing the sore part of his face.

"Hunter!"

"Oh…sorry Kev. I'm coming," he answered, jogging quickly to catch up with them.

"Sorry about this," he winced. "I should have told you how he gets but I didn't think tonight would be so bad."

"Oh it's okay. I enjoyed my time with him," he grinned.

"Yeah well let's hope big bad Bret doesn't find out about this."

"I'm not going to say anything if that's what you're implying."

Kev shook his head. "Nope. Not you but the brother. He was in the bar tonight along with Davey. They bar hop about as much as we do these days."

"Oh…I didn't see them."

"They were there and if I know them, Bret will know within the next hour or so. I would keep Shawn with me tonight but that would mean kicking my lover out."

"What about Sean?"

"Oh please," he scoffed. "He's no better than Shawn sometimes. Plus he smokes; a habit I'd rather not see my baby girl pick up."

"Oh well I'm not rooming with anybody. He can room with me tonight."

"Not that I don't trust you, but I can tell Bret doesn't like you. He will come looking for Shawn later and I don't want to be the cause of anymore trouble."

"I won't say a word to Bret. I don't want to make any enemies right now so just trust me. I'll take good care of him," he reassured.

Kevin thought about this for a long time until he decided that he didn't have much of a choice. "Well…I guess he can room with you. I know I can't leave him alone." Hunter drove them all back to the hotel since Shawn was being held by Kevin. By the time Hunter parked the vehicle, Shawn was already asleep. Sean said goodbye to all of them as he was meeting someone in the lobby while Scott headed up to his room. Kevin followed Hunter to his room, which was located two floors higher than Kevin and Scott's. When Kevin entered the room he was still a bit hesitant about leaving Shawn.

"Kevin I know he's your baby girl but what's one night going to hurt?" he hissed. Hunter drew back the covers then helped get Shawn out of his boots before Kevin tucked him in.

"Alright Hunter. You're responsible for him tonight. Don't make me have to kill you tomorrow."

"I won't now get going before your lover has a fit."

Kevin bid him a goodnight and when he finally left, Hunter let out a relieved sigh. He was so fucking tired. His back hurt from his wrestling match and if that wasn't enough, his jaw was swollen from that punch he received on behalf of Shawn. Hunter dimmed the lights then hobbled across the room, tearing off pieces of clothing. Since Shawn was knocked out he didn't suppose much harm could come from sleeping next to him.

Hunter stood over Shawn watching the sleeping beauty in his slumber. He really was very beautiful and it thrilled Hunter just being near him. He knew it was probably just a stupid crush but he didn't care. All he could think about was how perfect his smile was…well…when Shawn actually decided to smile. Tonight was an entirely different story and judging by the sound of Kevin's voice, Bret was the cause of all the blonde's problems. Hunter frowned. He didn't know much about Bret but even after just that one meeting Hunter was sure he didn't care for Bret. There was just something so smug about him that rubbed him the wrong way. That and the fact that Bret had Shawn. What are you doing Hunter? You don't know Bret so don't judge him. Besides you're just jealous because Bret saw him first… Even so, it was still hard not to place judgment when something so beautiful was hurting.

Just as Hunter was about to finally crawl in bed, he heard a soft knock at the door. Hunter groaned. Who the hell could this be at this hour? Hunter hurried to open the door and when he did, it took all of his will to hide his annoyance at the man standing before him.

"Hunter?" Bret frowned.

"Not meaning to sound rude or anything Bret but why are you bothering me at this hour?"

"I was told that this was the room Shawn's staying in tonight. I wanted to talk with him for a moment."

"Oh I see. Well uh…your source was right. Shawn's here but he's asleep." All of a sudden Hunter was feeling really angry at the handsome man before him. He couldn't really explain his anger. He just felt like Bret was suddenly undeserving of seeing his lover and like Kevin, he wanted to make sure Bret was sent home extremely disappointed.

"Well…Shawn and I are really close. I know it may not seem that way but it's true. That being said, I'd really like to speak with him."

Hunter folded his arms across his chest, smirking at the older man. "Uh well…I suppose I could wake him but mind you he's in a really bad mood. Got drunk out of his mind earlier and to be perfectly honest with you I don't think he wants to see you." What are you doing Hunter? Why are you being so possessive?

"Is that so?"

"Yeah but I tell you what. How about I tell him you came by when he wakes up? If you're not leaving early then I'm sure he'll go looking for you. That is, if you two are really good friends."

"We're friends. Best friends as a matter of fact, but you wouldn't know that since…you know…you're just a rookie around these parts."

Hunter forced a smile. "I suppose not but then after observing you two today, I'd hardly call what you two have a "close friendship" if you can't even be nice to one another in public." Hunter could have sworn he saw Bret's eyes flash dangerously but just as quickly they returned to normal. Bret shook his head.

"Look, all I want to do is look in on him and then I'm gone. I know you know about Shawn and me, but unlike most of the locker room I could care less if you know about us. Not like anyone would believe a newbie like you anyway," he shrugged. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to kiss my lover goodnight."

Bret pushed his way past Hunter into the semi dark room. Only the light from the hall seeped into the room, a streak of light brushing the side of Shawn's face. Hunter watched as Bret took a seat on the edge of the bed brushing the hair out of Shawn's face. Then he leaned closer placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Hunter quickly turned away, his eyes refusing to watch such a sight.

Moments later Bret brushed past him on his way out the room. "Don't make me regret leaving him here," he said softly. "You touch him and I'll see to it that the farthest you advance in your career is Resident Mid-card Jobber."

~-*~-*-~

Bow down to the king!

Hunter jumped at the sound of his phone ringing. He hadn't realized it but he'd been daydreaming in the car for almost twenty minutes. He pulled out his phone and saw that it was Jeff calling him. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to answer it. Not right now Jeff. I need to think… Hunter ignored the call as he started the engine again driving off into the sunset.

~*-xx-*~

Chris and Mike laughed all the way to their room. Chris was teasing Mike because some kid recognized him and called him an idiot. "I have the key Chris. You keep laughing and you'll be sleeping in the hall way."

"Okay…okay I'm…" Chris managed to clamp his mouth shut long enough for Mike to push open their door. Once inside the dark room, Chris burst out laughing again.

"Chris!"

"I'm…sorry but…you should have seen your face," he breathed. "You…that kid…"

"Well he called you a pompous assclown!" Mike huffed, locking the door behind them. "And he didn't call you ugly," he mumbled.

"Aww…come on Mizzy. Cheer up." Mike stormed past Chris towards the bed but Chris grabbed his arm, spinning him around. "Mizzy. I know you're not seriously letting that kid get to you right?" Mike folded his arms across his chest pouting. Chris smirked. "You're such a baby. That kid's a fucking prick who wouldn't know talent if it lived with him everyday."

"I don't care about that stupid kid," he mumbled.

"Then what is it? Are you mad because he called you ugly?" Mike remained eerily quiet staring down at the floor. "Oh my…that's it isn't it? You're mad because he called you ugly."

"I'm not mad. I'm just…"

"Just what?"

"Nothing. Just forget it." Mike tried to back away but Chris held his wrists keeping him in place.

"Why are you running?"

"I'm not running now let me go! I'm going to bed." Mike tried to free his wrists again but Chris only held them tighter closing the gap between them. "Chris—

"You can't go to bed just yet you hypocrite. We're on a date and the way I see it, the date's not over yet."

"It is for me," he grumbled.

"Did you have a good time?"

"I did until that kid—

"Forget that gelatinous ass-wipe." At this Mike laughed out loud. "Finally a laugh. Now answer my question. Did you have a good time?"

"I think I should be asking you the questions since it was I who took you on a date."

"Alright. Fair enough," he grinned. "I had a great time today. How about you?"

"I…guess I had a great time too," he grinned.

"Ahh well good. So uh…care to finish the date?"

"What did you have in mind?" Mike asked. Chris only smirked before taking Mike into his arms kissing his lips.

AN: I'm too tired and too lazy to write out lemons so you'll have to deal with it for now.

- We're moving along nicely I think though this is still taking entirely too fucking long.

- I'm not skipping Bret but everyone has a story to tell. We'll eventually get back to Bret and Shawn but I believe Hunter, Vince, and Mark are more important right now.

- John (as in JBL) will be making another appearance soon. I mean let's face it. Bret hasn't won anything yet and probably won't at the rate he's going.

- Shawn's a jerk but then so is Bret. We're finally getting a little taste of the Heartbreak Kid.

- The bar scene really did happen just not to that extreme. Hunter said on Shawn's DVD that occasionally they would go out and all the women would flirt with Shawn. Shawn would always flirt back ("being Shawn" as he put it) and sometimes it led to fights being that most of the time the women had boyfriends. Not entirely Shawn's fault but oh well...

- The two songs used in this chapter are by Nickelback and Skillet. "Someday" and "Comatose".

- I really want to read some interesting scenarios based on this year's Survivor Series. I mean, come ON guys. We have that juicy SD triple threat match between Jerishow and Mark while Raw certainly has ENDLESS fanfic possibilities. Shawn, Cena and Hunter? Get with it people. I know you all think like I do ;)

- I probably wont update for another month. Why? Because I still hate this fic despite all the reviews. I hate having to defend Bret. I hate having to defend Shawn. And I've decided that I don't care anymore.

- I might sound a bit bitchy but work is pissing me off. I'm sick of the stupid bullshit at work and I really wanna punch a few corporate people in the face! I'm not being a bitch to you guys. I'm just being honest and ranting since I can't do it at work. Plus, I really am tired of Montreal right now.

FYI:

- "Speed Dating to Love" by me

- "Secret Sexer" by wrestlefan4

- "Memories" by Dark Kaneanite

Read them. Good stuff that will hold you over before I have enough patience to bother with this fic again. Review if you want. Going to bed now.