"Wait you haven't seen Dark Knight Rises yet?"

"That's not the one with the Joker right?"

CM Punk rolled his eyes. "No, it's the one after that," he said into the phone.

"Then no," Randy responded. He had his phone on speakerphone while he was working out in a hotel gym in Kansas City before a Smackdown live show.

"Well I just got it on blu ray so I'm forcing you to watch." Punk was walking around the backstage area at the Full Sail arena in Orlando before an NXT taping.

"Fine by me. When are we both off again?" Randy said while doing bicep curls with dumb bells.

"I don't have anything Sunday."

"I don't think I do either. Where are we on Monday?"

"Hell if I know," Phil sighed.

"Look on your phone."

"You look on your phone."

"I can't. My phone's across the room. I'm working out right now."

"Ooh, is it leg day? I know those thighs take a lot of work," Punk said in a playful tone with a twisted grin.

"Shut up. It's arms right now," Randy said continuing with the dumb bells.

"Oh good. I like those more anyway."

Randy smirked. "You know, it's kind of hot in here."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm working up a pretty good sweat."

Punk sighed. He saw where this was going.

"I might have to take my shirt off here soon," Randy said slowly, purposefully trying to sound out of breath.

"Shut up."

"Oh that's much better," Randy sighed while putting the dumb bells down, his shirt still on. "With my shirt off now."

"Stop teasing."

"Oh yeah, I've definitely worked up a sweat. I've got a nice sheen going on."

"You're a dick."

"That's what you like about me, remember?"

Punk laughed. "Hey, I've got to go soon asshole. I'm having a match with Jon—Dean, I mean. Dean Ambrose."

"That indie shmuck you've been going on about?" Randy said and sat down on a bench, reaching for his water.

"Hey! If it wasn't for this indie shmuck you wouldn't be getting any."

"I'm not getting any."

Phil paused. "Oh. Right. Well I meant any as in… any… thing. You wouldn't be getting anything."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So I'll look at the schedule and see about Sunday."

"Alright. Go get em best in the world."

Phil smiled. "Are you admitting I'm the best?"

"We don't want to have that conversation."

"Eh, probably right."

"Go, do your thing."

"You too."

"I'll see you soon," Randy said, picking up his phone and staring at Phil's picture that showed on the screen.

"Yeah, can't wait."

"Bye Phil."

"Bye."

There was a pause full of dead air on the line.

"Hang up you sap!" Punk snapped.

"Fuck off," Randy said before hanging up. He tucked his phone back in his pocket with a smile.

All those miles away Punk's response was identical. He looked back up and continued walking. Moments later he was being met in the hall by Dean Ambrose.

"What are you grinning about Punk?" he asked.

Punk normalized his face. "I'm just so excited for our match," he answered in an obviously comical tone. The two didn't really know each other, but knew of each other.

"Well you should be. I'll be the best you ever had."

Punk's face scrunched up at that. "Really? That's saying a lot considering how many people I've been in there with."

"I'm confident. If it means anything you'll probably be the best I ever had," he said with a wink.

Why does he keep saying it that like? "Did you just quote a rap song to me?"

Jon paused. "Not intentionally," he chuckled.

"You're a character," Phil told him.

"That's why I'm so good. But I've got to go get some stuff done before we start. See you out there champ," he said, patting Phil on the back before turning and walking off in the other direction. Punk froze and watched him until he turned out of sight.

…

Randy was standing in the locker room at the night's arena by himself. He had all of his trunks lying on the bench before him as he tried to figure out which one to wear for the night. He was going to have a match with Mark Henry that night, which he was he set to lose due to a distraction by Wade Barrett. He and Stu were going to have a match at the upcoming TLC pay-per-view.

"Pick the red ones," John's voice came from behind him.

Randy turned his head to see him and John walked up next to him.

"I forgot you were gonna be here tonight," Randy said.

"You know me. I'm all over the place."

"Sadly," Randy said sarcastically.

John chuckled. A silence followed. "Hey, I wanted to make sure that you and Punk were good. I know I kinda put my foot in it a couple weeks ago."

Randy nodded slowly. "He was mad. But we're good now."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it was a big deal."

"Clearly I didn't either. He's just still a little freaked out by this whole thing."

"Can't imagine why. Dating your most hated coworker of the same sex is so common place."

"Yeah," Randy said with an arch of his eyebrows. "Just don't say anything to anyone else."

"No. Yeah, I know. I won't." Randy looked up at John and thanked him with a nod. "I'll probably talk to you later tonight, man. Have a good match," John said and turned away and out of the room.

Randy looked back down at his trunks on the bench. He grabbed the blue ones.

…

Cody was backstage at the arena doing his warm up. His match was up next, giving him about fifteen minutes before going out. He was turned facing the wall, using it as support when he was tapped on the back. He jumped around and Nick was standing behind him with an awkward smile. The two hadn't spent any time together since the kiss, and had only talked to each other politely in passing. Cody had no idea what he was about to say.

"Hey," was all.

"Hey," Cody replied.

Dolph's hand went to the back of his own neck, massaging the skin there before he spoke again. "Look, I'm sorry things have been awkward. I'm not mad at you or anything. I just haven't really known what to say."

"It's fine," Cody said, trying not to look down and away from his friend. "I don't blame you."

"I know you don't, but I feel bad."

"You shouldn't—"

"I think I've got a great idea how to fix things up though"

"Oh. Okay," Cody muttered.

"Just come over to my room tonight? Okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

"Great!" Nick said. "I'll see you then," he patted Cody on the shoulder and then left him to continue his warm up. Cody stood still and watched him until he turned out of sight.

…

Cody read the text from Dolph with his room number one last time. He watched the numbers on the doors change as he walked down the hall. Once he got there he tucked his phone back in his pocket. He stood in front of the door. He took a deep breath, still completely unaware of what was going to happen on the other side of the door. He raised his hand and knocked. The door was opened immediately.

"Hey Cody!" Dolph beamed.

"Hey," Cody said with a forced smile at Nick's unusual excitement.

"Come in," he said and stepped to the side. Cody took the invitation. "So I have someone here I want you to meet."

Cody turned around and looked back at him. "What?"

"Yeah, turn around."

He did. On the bed there was a woman lying on her side facing them. She was wearing a t-shirt with the WWE logo on it. The collar had been cut low showing her thick cleavage. She also had a glittery skirt on that didn't even go half way down her thighs and black heels on her feet. She had long wavy blonde hair bordering her face. She had a copious amount of make up on and her bright smile was surrounded by bright red lipstick.

"This is Mellissa. She saw us at the show tonight. And she's a huge fan of both of us." Dolph grinned. "Both of us," he repeated.

Cody fake smiled again. "That's awesome. Did you uh—did you have fun tonight?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I did." She smiled at Cody.

"Good." She kept on smiling at Cody until he had to look away from her. He glanced over at Nick and his expression wasn't much relief.

"Dolph here told me that my night would get a whole lot better." She leaned forward slightly and she fell even more out of her top.

Cody spun on his heel to face Nick. "What is this?"

"What?" Dolph smiled. Cody's face was stern. "I thought this would be a fun way to smooth things over," he continued, now in a hushed tone.

"How? How would this help anything?"

"You know, we would get to be like… you know. Without actually having to… you know…"

"I don't you know with girls!" Cody nearly yelled.

"Oh. Not at all? I thought…"

"No. Not at all. Not since I met Randy."

Nick nodded slowly. "So… you don't want to?"

Cody just stared at him sternly.

"Is there a problem boys?" Mellissa's undying cheery voice came from behind.

Cody booked it right past Dolph. He slammed the door shut on his way out. He nearly stomped all the way to back his room, trying to process Nick's actions. Things just got a whole lot more awkward.

AN: Merp. Poor Cody. Semester is over now, so hopefully I'll be posting more often. Fingers crossed. Thanks for the continued love!