Hello all, I am back for those who do read my things. School, Work, Boyfriend and Internships are now my life.
Well I have had this in my brain for some time. NOW, I am going to get things clear.
1. I do not hate Nikki or anyone for that fact that I do make bad actually I find her and her sister very funny and I enjoy them.
I do have more of an favorite to Brie though.
2. I do not own them, as much as I do wish I could crack a few beers with a few of them.
I do own the OC's. So thank you very much for your time and hope you enjoy chapter one!
Peace and Love
!Hattress!

They sat across from each other, her fingers barely touching his. The table and a couple of inches were the only thing that separated them now. First it was 100 miles between them and now this. The smell of sweat clogged her nose as she looked over at him, her hand pulled from the table and crossed over her chest. He watched her, but for only a moment did he think he saw her waver. It was all a game to them and it was all it would ever be. They were creatures made for each other in the night, because when day came they barely spoke the other person's name.

"You said that was the last time." she muttered and leaned slowly back on the wooden chair. Her head was pounding, she could feel the craving of a cigarette slowly filling her. It was the third day cold turkey and she was doing well up till he came knocking on the door.

He laughed slightly, his eyes roamed her face looking for some expression to tell him the green light. She was the 'other' as Randy liked to put it, but there was something about coming here with no one knowing where he was made this more of a thrill. It had been more than a year with this dance, and they just can't let go.

"Anyone see you come by?" she asked,

"Your cousin knows, but we know what side he is on." he replied.

She nodded her head and pulled her flip phone from her pocket quickly sending a text to her loving cousin.

"I told him that I didn't want to do this anymore, the same way I told you. He shouldn't have told you where I was."

"Don't blame him. I kind of had to beg to get him to spill."

A dark slim brow arch after he spoke; her body getting that nervous tingling feeling all the way down to her toes. He was drinking, that was apparent so she didn't have to wonder why he would go to Bryan.

"I think you should go." she sighed getting up finally, but a hand swiftly grabbed her wrist jerking her a bit, "I am asking you nicely John." she grumbled

"Tecca..."

"You don't call me that."

"Becca..." he corrected himself, "Daylight..." he muttered with a side smirk that made her a

always give in.

The girl didn't move, her body just froze in place as the man got up and placed himself in front of her. Their eyes almost meeting since she was just a little over 5ft 7. In heels she could match him almost perfectly. Slowly his eyes fell to her lips as he raised a huge hand placing it on her cheek. It was painfully slow when their lips finally met, and it was just moments till clothes tumbled to the floor and she found herself underneath him once more. This was a game of chess she could not win.

In the middle of the night he woke up and looked over at who was next to him in bed. He half expected to see Nikki, but when he saw Becca he knew he messed up. It wasn't long till he saw the first rays of sunlight start creeping through the curtain and that was the mark to tell him it was time to go. They were made for the night and nothing more, but the times he would leave he could stare at Becca for so long as he got dressed.

It wasn't complicated how things got started between them, but they keep on going whether it be because of him or because of her. This time she was right it needed to stop. Nikki didn't deserve this, but when he would look back on the conversations and late night diner runs they had together it was hard not to go back. It was all just memories that kept them together, and he didn't want them to fade.

John smiled once more and moved close to hover over her ear,

"When the daylight comes I have to go, but tonight I'm gunna hold you so close." he muttered one of her favorite songs. Sometimes he felt as if it was always a perfect line for what they were.

Before he left he took a small bottle cap from his pocket that he poked a hole in before he came and left it on the table.

An hour later the alarm on her phone was blaring in her ear. Becca got up grudgingly and rolled her eyes and shut off the phone. The girl cracked her neck and pushed some of her dyed red hair behind her ears. What actually happened last night? By the look of her being naked she would only guess that John was the culprit.

Quickly the girl pulled on some shorts and a tank top, going into the small kitchen and cracking her neck. Nights with John were fun but sometime she woke up bruised and hurt as if she was the one in the ring. Becca started to brew a cup of coffee and stretched out when she heard a small knock at her door. The only people who knew her room number was the company and Bryan, well now John knew too. Becca grumbled to herself as she walked and opened the door, her eyes scanning over the face of the not so happy Bryan Danielson.

"Morning." he raised a brow at his cousin, and walked right into the room. The girl made a face before closing the door,

"Coffee?" Becca asked,

"Nope, had before I came by."

There was always something with her cousin, and she would have guessed by what she texted him last night he would be coming to her all apologetic. Bryan looked over his shoulder at his cousin a small smile on his face,

"I thought you would have turned him down by now." he let out a sigh as he sat down at the table where her and John were the previous night. His eyes move over to the small little bottle cap of beer. He recalled John poking a hole in it before he left, he would always leave Becca little gifts. Usually it was a bottle cap or a small key-chain of the city they were in

"You were the one who told him where I was." she muttered,

"Well I thought you were finally going to tell him no. I was testing you." Bryan gave her a small smile.

His cousin gave him a swift smack to the back of the head. Becca was in no mood to be dealing with him. Besides the stunt that was pulled yesterday she had her own problems brewing back in her hometown.

"There is no time for this shit Bryan. Mom called me yesterday and not with good news."

Becca watched as his face became serious. Now she knew he wasn't playing around anymore.

"What happened?"

"Megan is going to court...Keith is trying to get sole custody of Riley." she started, and felt her jaw tighten by the words. If she could she would beat the ever living shit out of her ex-brother in law, but for the sake of her sister and niece she knew that it wasn't going to happen.

"That ass hat is doing what?"

"Meg didn't want to tell me, but like I said Mom did." she muttered,

"He won't get away with this..." Bryan's voice was harsh.

Becca bit her lip and shook her head. After last night she didn't know what went through her head anymore. She laid a hand on her cousin's shoulder and gave him a small smile. Riley was their ten year old niece and one of the only people who they both loved more than anything.

"Anyway..." Becca cleared her throat, "Please do me the favor of not telling John anything else? Think about your future wife's sister." she gave a small smile at the end.

Bryan rolled his eyes getting up to grab himself a cup of coffee. After the news of his niece he could use about three more cups and maybe a bit of something else in it too. Bryan knew how much she liked Nikki. Sometimes when Becca would hang out with Brie Nikki would make some rude comments to her, which in return she would threaten to her cousin about wanting to change her mic whens he speaks in the ring. Nikki was nice to her sometimes, which it was then she would feel terrible about the whole thing with John.

"Listen, like I said I thought you would say no!" he chuckled, "Shame on you."