Next Day, Outside Shane's House, 6:47 A.M...

Day offs are frickin great aren't they? No school, no work, no reresponsibilities, at least for the next 24 hours. The school was out due to a pipe malfunction, and they needed to repair it. Therefore, no classes were taking place today. Every kid was ecstatic, including one Shane Price, who decided to start his day with a quick trip to the store, for some breakfast. Normally he'd just make it himself, but on this particular day, he had no desire to do so. Nah, instead? It was Bacon, Egg, and Cheese on a Hero time. The boy learned quickly upon his arrival to the NYC, that the sandwich was somewhat a signature of the area, much like a Philly Cheesesteak is to Philadelphia. Duh, where else would it be? Anyway, decked out in a gray hoodie with black sweatpants, he began his journey to the store, which was only a few blocks away. It was a peaceful morning, a bit chilly, but peaceful nonetheless. Folks had hung up their Halloween decorations, bats and Jack o lanterns up and down the block as far as the eye can see. That reminded him of the fact that Halloween was only a few days away and he had yet to pick out a costume.

"Damn, totally slipped my mind. I bet the costume stores are pretty much flushed out at this point too, shit. Oh well, maybe I'll just be a cop again like last year. I think I still have that outfit somewhere in one of those bags in the back of my closet that I never sorted out." He thought while walking.

Yeah, last year he dressed up as part of law enforcement, and it was pretty sweet... At least, according to him. Man had the hat and everything. Even had a little gun holster on the side of his pants. "Respect my authoritah!", he would yell, like he was that evil little fatboy, Cartman. That got a laugh out of a few people, and although he eventually found out that he was being used as a comedy dummy by his peers, he still fondly looked back at those particular memories. As he reminisced over his silly actions from the past, when he was interrupted out of his head by a voice coming from behind him.

"Hey, don't I know ya from somewhere?"

He turned around and as soon as he saw who was calling him, he had to do a double take. He saw the same orange hair from the day before. Dressed in a green shirt and gray sweatpants, she stood a few feet away from him with a friendly smile on her face.

"Oh, hey Becky. This is a nice surprise. Never seen you around before. What brings you here, especially this early?" He asked.

"I actually live down the block. I'm as surprised to see you as you are me. You live here too, I assume."

"You assumed correctly, lass. How have we never crossed paths before yesterday? We go to the same school, we live in the same area, and we both play sports."

"You forgot something else we have in common." She said while giggling.

Shane smiled brightly when he realized what she was referring to.

"Oh yeah. We're both, IRISH AS FUCK!"

Becky laughed.

"Damn right. To be honest, I'm just as surprised as you that we didn't see each other at all before. Oh well, everything happens for a reason I guess."

"Yeah, and it seems like the reason for us meeting is to get you hooked up with my best friend. At least, that's my assumption. Anyway, I was headed to the store for some breakfast. You could tag along if you want." He invited.

"Eh, why not? I just finished my morning jog, I could go for a bite to eat."

"Cool. Let's go then."

And so, Shane was joined by his Irish compatriot on the quest to stuff his face with some morning food. Heh, morning food. Sounds like morning wood. On the quest to stuff his face with some morning wood... If you never read this story again I understand. Anyway, yeah. Sandwiches. They got to the store, and Shane ordered the sandwich for himself, and Becky did the same. She was about to pull out her cash to pay for it, but Price stopped her.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'll pay for the both of us."

"You sure? I have the money." Becky said surprised.

Shane waved her off.

"Yeah, it's cool. I like you."

That made Becky smile.

"I like you too."

He handed the dude at the cash register the amount of money that was required, and a few minutes later, the two received the sandwiches. Just like that, they were outta there, simple transaction. Shane started to softly chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny?" Lynch asked.

"Nothing. It's just that, my girlfriend would be pissed if she found out I bought you breakfast. Me and her haven't even gone on a damn date yet." He explained.

"Why not do it today? You have plenty of time."

"Eh, I don't wanna force it. I wanna plan it out, ya know? I want it to be special. I don't wanna just be like, "Hey, let's go to the park or something." She deserves more than that. She's a princess, and I wanna treat her like one."

"That's very sweet of you. You're a good boyfriend."

"Thanks, I hope she feels the same way. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course she does! I'm friggin great." He joked, feigning arrogance.

Becky rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, ya bleedin knucklehead. Anyway, I'm gonna get goin. Me and some of my teammates are hangin out today, and I wanna get a little more sleep in after I eat. See ya tomorrow."

She turned around to leave when Shane stopped her with his voice.

"Hold on, lass. One more thing." He said.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"Lemme get your phone number so we can talk more. About the Dean stuff. Also, if you just feel like talking."

"Oh, sure. Give me yours too." She agreed.

They exchanged phone numbers and then Becky went on her merry way.

"Speaking of Dean, how am I gonna get ahold of him?" He asked himself while walking back home.


5 Hours Later, Seth's House...

"No, no, no, no. Fuck, no. This isn't good."

Currently, the two tone haired quarterback was pacing back and forth in his room frantically, talking to himself. And you know why? Well...

"Out of all the girls in the school, why Bayley?! Anyone but her, for the love of Christ!"

Yeah, he couldn't get the whole her sitting on his lap thing out of his head. Point blank, she almost gave him a big ol' Seth boner.

"I never realized how nice her ass was... But no! I can't think that way about her! This is Bayley we're talking about. She's like the little sister I never had! Same with the rest of the team! For Christ sake, we grew up together! But, she has... Matured in some areas. Ah shit, there I go again with that. Noooo. The second playoff game is in a few days! This is fucking with my mindset! I can't afford any distractions right now."

He threw himself back first onto his bed, took a pillow and screamed into it in frustration, then threw it across his room.

"I gotta call E. He'll know how to deal with it."

Seth pulled out his phone from his pocket and quickly called his partner in crime, looking for a solution. What he got, was a very irritated sounding Ettore on the other end.

"Seth, why? I'm in the middle of something."

"I'm sorry man. It's just, I need to get something off my chest." He confessed.

"It's gonna have to wait until tomorrow. I don't have time to talk right now."

"Oh, okay. Sorry for bothering you." Seth apologized.

He hung up the phone, and groaned.

"Damn it! This shit sucks!"

Meanwhile with Big E...

"Who was that, E?" A female voice asked.

Big E looked over his shoulder at the girl sitting on his couch.

"Eh, it was Seth. Probably something about football. You ready to go?"

"Yeah."

Big E and Sasha then left his house, on the way to the movies, holding hands.


Dean's Apartment...

"Uhhhhhhh."

That groan says it all. Ambrose was not feeling any better. Like not even a little bit. At least he had managed to put some pants on in the last 24 hours. Also, much to his mother's delight, he finally dragged his stinkin ass in the shower, so the smell of bad hygiene was no longer around, but the stench of despair and disappointment still very much lingered in the air for him. Now, laid across the living room couch, looked at his phone and saw all the calls he had ignored over the past few days. Some from Seth, some from Shane, Big E. Hell, even Roman had tried to get ahold of him.

"Wow, the break up news even made it to Roman's new school. Great, just fuckin great. I bet they're laughing at me too. Shit! Son of a bitch!"

This whole break up was breaking him. Breaking his spirit, breaking his heart, and breaking his mind. Oh, how he wished he still had his psycho girlfriend by his side. Wallowing in his sadness, he noticed someone knocking on his door.

"Go away!" He yelled, not wanting any part of it.

The person knocked even harder, to Dean's displeasure.

"I said, fuck off! No visitors!"

Ignoring him, they continued knocking, and he'd had enough. He stormed over to the door and swing it open.

"You retarded or somethin?! I said fuck... The hell?"

Standing before him, was the last person he expected to see. Looking down, he saw a petite girl with blonde hair and pink streaks dyed into it.

"Don't yell at me Ambrose. I'm only doing this because your friends are worried about you, dick. Now listen up. Get over it. Alicia Fox is not worth crying over. That shit was never gonna work out from the get go. There are plenty of girls out there, and you're all fucked up over that idiot? Bullshit. You're coming to school tomorrow, do I make myself clear?" Alexa commanded.

Dean was hesitant to kowtow to her.

"You can't tell me what to do."

Little Miss Bliss nearly growled at him.

"Don't fucking test me. If I don't see you tomorrow in homeroom, so help me God, I will make your life a living hell. Now again. Do I make myself clear?"

All he could do was nod.

"Good. See you tomorrow morning." She said, before turning around and leaving.

Dean stood in the doorway with a stunned expression on his face.

"Was... Was Bliss just here or am I losing my mind." He asked himself.

As Alexa exited the elevator into the lobby, she called up her boyfriend, who immediatly answered the phone.

"Is it taken care of?" Shane asked anxiously.

She rolled her eyes.

"You owe me for this."

"Oh thank God. Thank you so much. I knew I could count on you."

"Like I said, you owe me. See you later."

"Bye princess." He said happily.

Alexa then started to make her way home, all the while with a smirk on her face."

"I'm a good girlfriend."

AN: (Insert Eric Bischoff's theme here.) Yeah, I'm back. Sorry for the lack of updates lately. My job is kicking my ass. I'm always tired. It sucks. Anyway, I'd like to say something about the show, particularly the Becky heel stuff. How is she the heel in this?! She was completely justified to do what she did at SummerSlam. She got screwed out of her one on one match for the title. I ain't booing her for that. What do you guys think? See you peeps in the next chapter.