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Randy couldn't believe it. This was the first night in two weeks that he was seeing his wife and they were arguing. They weren't in bed making love. They weren't in bed talking. They weren't in bed sleeping. As if they didn't argue enough, they were arguing right now. Hands in the air, veins popped out, pupils wide. Randy doesn't remember how it started, but he found himself in this exasperating cycle yet again. Sam was saying something about him never considering her feelings and him never putting effort in their marriage.

Never considering her feelings? Never putting effort? He stared at his wife in disbelief. He hadn't slept the last 48 hours because all he's been doing was consider her feelings. Yeah, they haven't seen each other in two weeks but despite his busy schedule, he flew her out to be with him. He cancelled several appearances and denied sleep just to spend time with her. Now here she was yelling at him for not considering her feelings? For not putting effort? God, what did he have to do? He's doing the best he can, but when will that ever be good enough? When?

Randy shook his head and tried his best to drown out the words of his wife. Her mouth kept moving, but his mind was going dead. This was ridiculous. He tried walking towards the sliding door to the balcony, but she halted him.

She poked his chest and yelled some more. "See! See! You're not even gonna try and talk this out with me? You're just gonna walk away?"

"Sam, I need my space," he said, his lips pursed tightly. He was trying to stay calm, but his clenched jaw showed his struggle.

"You've had plenty of space!" She pushed her hands to his chest.

"Dammit, Sam! I don't wanna do this right now. I. Need. Some. Space."

"NO!" She pushed him again with a much harder force. She ended up collapsing onto his chest in sobs. Tears streamed down her face, soaking his shirt immediately.

He sighed. The only thing he thought to do was wrap his arm around her. "Sam, I really don't wanna fight with you right now."

Trying to hold back her sobs, she looked up at him. "We wont, then."

"Let's go to bed." He released his hold on her and took a step back.

"Okay," she said softly. She got on the bed then watched as he joined her.

The two laid there, close but not touching. They were immobile in more ways than one.

After several minutes of silence, Sam deflects their conversation in desperation to continue a talk with her husband. "Dinner tonight was good. That was the best steak I've ever had."

Randy, who was staring up at the ceiling, nodded. "Yeah and you don't usually like steak."

Sam's lips played a small grin. Randy was always good at remembering little things like that. She peeked over at him, unable to read his expression. She went on to talk some more. "The bar was kinda awkward though."

Sam let those words hang for awhile, but Randy didn't say anything.

Sam thought talking about other people's problems may bring them together so she went on to say, "I thought Alyssa would've liked the guy I invited."

Randy's lips got stiffer. Out of all the things she could talk about, she talks about this? Not a good idea.

"She dismisses men so fast. It took her just a few minutes to turn her back on him! It's like she didn't give him a chance."

"She did. Chances don't have time minimums."

Sam ignored his comment. "I hope it's not awkward with him now."

"It shouldn't be," Randy said quietly. His whole body was becoming tense. He didn't want to be talking about this. Sam should've never even invited the guy. Alyssa doesn't need help getting set up with douche bags, assholes, or perverts. She's been burned several times. Men see a good girl and they try to fuck with her. Alyssa doesn't deserve that. Not ever again.

"But it was interesting seeing her try to squirm away from the guy through John." Sam commented. Then, her eyes lit up. "Hey, you know what, John and her would make a good couple. Don't you think?"

Randy's never thought of that, but now that he did, the idea didn't settle well with him. Alyssa and John? No. No. No. He couldn't understand why, but he didn't like the sound of that.

To his misfortune, Sam kept going. "I mean, they naturally get along together and they seem to enjoy each other's company. Maybe they'll end up together."

Randy didn't say anything, forcing Sam to look up at him.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I need some fresh air. I'll be outside."

He quickly got up and went out before she had the chance to protest. He made his way down to the catering and low and behold, John and Alyssa were there. Together.

Randy still couldn't understand, but the way John looked at Alyssa somehow made his eyes roll with disgust.

Randy rolled his eyes with disgust as the elevator took him several stories down. So John's the reason Alyssa's been giving him the cold shoulder? That left a bad taste in his mouth. He remembered feeling like this just a few days ago when he'd caught them at the catering. Only this time, he was feeling worse. He still didn't understand, but the sight of them together did nothing but harm his already foul mood.

John and Alyssa? His best friend and his other best friend? Didn't John know better? Didn't he know not to go there? Randy's made it clear directly and indirectly that Alyssa didn't need to be with anybody. She's too good to be in a relationship. She's perfect the way she is, and Randy was sure a man would only change that. A relationship would just ruin her.

Leaning all his burdened weight against the wall, Randy began shaking his head profusely. He's never had an issue dealing with Alyssa's suitors but John? John? Maybe he was overreacting. Alyssa did mention yesterday that John and her have been hanging out for years. That's a fact. Maybe he just misses his best friend, and he mistakenly claimed John as the enemy. Yeah, that's definitely it. Stupid Sam just made a stupid comment. John and Alyssa could never be. If they could, it would've happened by now.

As the elevators doors slid open, Randy came to the conclusion that he simply missed Alyssa and it was making him do all these crazy things.

"Yeah, I was a little crazy this morning," Randy admitted to Alyssa. He'd asked her to meet him by his car in the parking lot.

"You are crazy!" Alyssa spat, shaking her head. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at her best friend.

"I'm sorry." He put up his hands in defense, innocence playing his eyes. "I was just grumpy from my fight with Sam last night."

"I know," Alyssa said. Her expression was hard to read. "Why do you think we tried to find you?"

He scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "I don't know, Al, I really don't know anything right now. But I am sorry for yelling this morning."

Alyssa uncrossed her arms. "Well, don't be sorry to me, I'm not the one you scolded."

Randy's head dropped. Yeah, yeah, yeah. John wasn't the person he wanted to talk about right now. But to please Alyssa, he simply nodded.

She crossed her arms again. "Well, I freed my whole schedule today. Did you wanna do something?"

Randy looked up and beamed. His smile reached his eyes, realizing this was his first real smile in days. "Of course, I've missed you."

"I wish I could say the same," she smirked.

His eyes widened. Ouch.

She didn't retract her statement but instead wrapped her arms around his torso. She laughed at his vulnerability. Men were always cute when their cheeks flushed from emasculation.

Randy gladly reciprocated by wrapping his arm around her. "Let's go on a hike."

She peeked a curious eye at him. "A hike? On this hot summer day? When later, you have to drag your sore ass to a house show?"

His eyes twinkled. "Yeah, because what better way to get over my fear if it means it'd help you get over yours?"

Remembering immediately where he'd gotten the line, Alyssa pulled away from their embrace and rolled her eyes. "That doesn't go, Orton. A hike's not gonna get me over any fear."

Randy shrugged, placing his right hand into his pockets. "Well, it'll help me get over my fear."

"Fear of what?"

"Of drifting away from you."

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Randy actually possessed that fear? She opened her mouth again. "I don't understand."

Randy shyly placed his free hand behind his neck and shrugged. "I don't know…I just…I thought it'd be nice to do something we used to do. Hiking takes a few hours going up and down so…"

Alyssa smiled. This was cute. Her best friend wanted reassurance. "We better get dressed for it then. I'll meet you back here in twenty minutes?"

"Uh…" Randy chewed on this for a few seconds. He didn't want those twenty minutes away from her. "You know what, we'll stop by Sports Authority to buy our clothes. I need new ones anyway."

Alyssa beamed, showing no signs of disapproval. What girl would say no to an all-expense-paid shopping spree?

John couldn't believe how much disapproval his emotions had about being away from Alyssa. Not even a full day passed since their last contact, yet he was finding it unbearable to be without her. This woman was doing crazy things to him. She managed to make feeling alone feel even lonelier.

He sighed. Aside from missing her, he was also consumed by thoughts of Randy. He's the reason why Alyssa was absent from him right now. John found that easier to manage than the thought of Randy talking shit about him. Would he? John quickly pushed that idea away. Either way, it didn't matter. Alyssa reassured him that Randy can't do a damn thing. John hung onto those words like his life depended on it.

He was putting his on hat when he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" he yelled. He was more than happy to have company in his barren locker room. As soon as the door swung open, he realized this moment couldn't have been more bittersweet. In walked Alyssa and Randy. They were dressed in matching workout gear and appeared to be a little flushed from their previous activity. Whatever that was.

"Hey John!" Alyssa's eyes gleamed at the sight of him. His mere presence was enough to alleviate the stress in her body from the hike.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes heavy on hers.

"Randy wanted to tell you something."

That quickly broke the spell.

A moment of struggle passed before the two men finally locked eyes.

Randy cleared his throat. "Sorry about this morning. You know how off I've been."

John took a second to look at Alyssa, who was intently looking at Randy, then returned his eyes back to the same man.

"I had tunnel vision this morning. I missed Alyssa and I guess I had to take that out on somebody. My bad."

John nodded his head. He wasn't sure how he felt about that apology. Randy barely looked at him. He changed the subject. "You feeling better now?"

"Of course. I got my dose of Alyssa today." Randy smiled. Pride was written all over his face.

"And now you have a match," she cut in.

"Yes, I do." Randy looked at her then returned his attention back to John, a proud look still on his face. "Well, we're gonna head to the gorilla now."

John didn't say anything. He watched Randy place his hand on Alyssa's elbow as he directed her out of the room. Her eyes were clouded, but he knew she didn't want to leave just as bad as he wanted her to say.

The two best friends were out of sight in a matter of seconds and John was immediately hit with a pang of jealousy. It was a feeling unfamiliar to him. He took his hat off then put it back on as he looked around his empty locker room. As if it wasn't bad earlier, he was feeling even lonelier now.

Meanwhile, Alyssa followed Randy to the gorilla. Once he got to his mark, he began stripping his workout gear off to expose his wrestling attire. They were black trunks that covered only what was needed.

He smirked at Alyssa, who'd done a great deal to look at anywhere but him. "Let's have a couple of drinks after this."

She finally looked at him. "You're not gonna stay for the whole show?" This was unusual, Alyssa thought.

"Nah, I don't need to."

She nodded, not having enough energy to defy him.

Alyssa groaned at her lack of energy. This day was long, unbearable in several aspects, and the last thing she wanted to do was have a 235 pound man resting all his weight on her. "Dammit, Randy. You said you knew your limit."

The inebriated man grumbled words hard to understand as he pushed more weight onto his best friend. He couldn't help it, he was as good as jelly. His right arm was draped around her shoulders as she struggled getting him to his room. A hallway had never looked so endless. Alyssa's breath became more ragged with each step. After her long over-haul of a marathon, they finally reached their destination. She slid his key card then opened the door.

Almost there and then you're free to go, she told herself. She needed this reminder for her last efforts to get him well-situated. She guided him onto his bed where he collapsed immediately. He sprawled on the mattress contently before he realized Alyssa was getting ready to exit.

Popping his head up as much as he could, he stopped her. "Al, don't leave."

She groaned inwardly and looked back at him. She just wanted to go back to her room and sleep.

"Please, Al," Randy pleaded. He slapped the bed as he scooted himself to one side.

She looked at the empty space he provided for her, sighing. Randy's bed will have to do for tonight. She walked towards it, exhaustion ready to claim her. She couldn't wait to sleep. She got on the bed and clasped her hands over her stomach. Her eyes began to close and suddenly, everything went black.

Time escaped her.

"Alyssa."

What? Was she dreaming? How long had she been sleeping?

"Alyssa."

She stirred, hearing the grumble inches away from her face. She turned and saw Randy dead asleep, but he mumbled her name again.

"Be with me," he added.

Alyssa's eyes widened. What the hell was her best friend saying? She continued to stare at him. His chest fell and rose steadily, but the things that came out of his mouth sounded absurd.

Be with me? As in what? She was with him right now, on his bed, like the several other times he'd gotten drunk.

Alyssa… be with me?

What did he even mean? Was it the alcohol that made him say that?

She took her sights away from him and stared up at the ceiling. This was getting uncomfortable. The whole day felt like a normal Alyssa and Randy day, but there sporadic times when things felt… weird. Those moments were becoming even clearer now. She mentally ran through the several times she felt uneasy under Randy's gaze. The way he looked at her today was different.

And the way he was acting around John? It felt like a competition. What was that about? These odd instances were stacking up and for the first time, she couldn't comprehend her best friend. What was happening to him?

She looked at him once more. His face was more familiar than the back of her own hand. Yet, it wasn't the face she wanted to see. Without second thought, she got herself up and walked out of the room. Randy was fast asleep, he didn't need her anymore.

Besides, what- or rather, who she needed was John. She led herself to his room, but the walk felt like another marathon.

At least I'll be able to see him after this, she thought. She kept walking and by the time she knew it, she was in front of his door. She knocked without hesitation. A few seconds passed, but no one answered. Then she knocked again. And again. Still no answer. Fuck. She placed her forearm over her eyes and leaned against the door.

To her surprise, the door swung open, knocking her off balance. The receiver was just as surprised.

Luckily, John caught her. He held her up by her shoulders. "Alyssa! Are you okay?"

She looked up at him. "I am, now."

He wrapped both arms around her, fully enclosing her body into his embrace. "You don't look so good."

"I'm tired as fuck," she mumbled against him. "It's been a long day. And I miss you. And I'm sorry for waking you up."

John ran his hand gently over her hair and chuckled. "Don't worry about it, baby. I missed you too."

He kissed her temple before releasing her. "You should go to bed, you're tired."

"You gonna sleep with me?" she asked him.

"Of course."

He guided her into the room after closing the door behind him. She climbed on the bed and before John was able to settle himself beside her, she was fast asleep.

He smiled and kissed her. "Goodnight, beautiful."

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