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"Hey Shane, have you met the new head writer?" Summer asked as she joined him and Jeff in the locker room.

"Not yet Summer, Im sure I will though. I hear shes making the rounds already." Shane said with a slight laugh.

"Well shes really nice, and Jeff she told me shes from Raleigh, so I figured you would want to meet her eventually too. I told her to call me so we could all get together some time."

"I think your wife is making the rounds faster then the new writer Jeff. Shes already planning dinner parties!"

"I am not planning anything. I just think its nice to have another female around again. I mean it was me and Trish for so long, I want to see what this girl brings to the table." Summer replied smacking Shane on the head gently with her purse.

"You guys must be married because he did the same thing to me this morning, before I came out here."

"You did baby?" Summer cooed.

"I did, but dont make a thing out of it. It was just knee jerk reaction being around Shane all the time." Jeff smiled with a little kiss on Summers forehead.

"Okay guys, are you going to get it on in here? If you are, I want to make sure I get out now!" Shane exclaimed hiding his eyes.

"We arent going to do anything like that in here, believe me Shane. I just came to get Jeff so we can make more rounds. I also wanted to let you know about the new writer, thought you might be interested."

Jeff took one look at his buddy and the expression on his face and sighed. It was obvious to everyone that Shane really had the girl from the club on his brain and it wasnt going to stop.

"He's hung up on the girl he met last night, when him, Matt and Shane went out. So dont even try it Summer."

"I wasnt trying anything, believe me. I just wanted to make sure he knew about her. She looks to good to be in the back, she needs to be on TV. I just know these things."

"Yes Summer we know. Are you sure you dont wanna come back and wrestle for us again?" Shane questioned raising his brow. It was obvious that Summers heart was still in the wrestling business, even though she wanted to hide it and focus on her music. Someone just had to make her realize it.

"I'm sure. Im happy enough being at home with Jeff and working on music with him in his studio." Summer winked at Shane before grabbing Jeff by the hand.

"I think she wants to get out of here now man, so were still on for tomorrow right?"

"Yeah buddy, Ill see you when I get home. Then we are totally going to get to the biking, its been way to long since I got on a bike."

"Later Shaney!! Well call you." Summer dragged Jeff out of the locker room and Shane just laughed. He was glad his friends were so happy with their marriage, it was so obvious they were in love. A part of him just wished that he could find that with someone too.

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"Listen, they need me help over there so is it possible that you can go meet Hurricane Helms yourself Hayley?"

"Sure Jim, you go take care of whatever it is, and I can handle this. I have to meet these people sometime right?"

"You're a peach Hayley, thanks a lot. Now hes in the second door on the left, just make sure you knock first. He shares with three other guys."

"No problem Jim. See you later!"

Walking down the hallway, she couldnt help but remember Shane from the night before. When Amanda had taken off with Mike, he had come up to her and asked her to dance. After the dance she was sure he was just going to take off but he stayed and they talked the rest of the night, well until his long haired buddies wanted to leave. She just wished she had gotten his phone number, then she wouldnt have to keep thinking about him, she could just call him.

She reached the door and her stomach started doing flip flops. It was like her body knew something she didnt, which was impossible because there wasnt anything shocking here. It was just new job jitters she was sure. She knocked lightly and waited for a response.

"Yeah come on in, Im decent."

She thought for a minute she heard Shane, but it was impossible, he wouldnt be here, this didnt seem like something hed be doing. She opened the door and took sight of the guy known as the Hurricane. He was searching through his bag for something, seemingly lost in his own set of thoughts.

"Hi, I was just looking for the Hurricane?" She smacked her head, knowing how retarded she sounded asking for a superhero. What she got when he turned around made her jaw drop. Before she could say anything, she fainted to the floor.

"Jesus Christ! Hayley! Come on now, wake up for me. I need you to tell me what the hell youre doing here and you cant do that when your lying face down on the floor. Please wake up baby."

"Sh.. Shane?"

"Yeah, its me, and youre you, so now I need to know what youre doing here. How did you find me?"

"I work here." she started to get a hold of herself and sat up, not taking her eyes away from Shane.

"You what?"

"I work here Shane, Im the new head writer for Raw. My question is, what are you doing here?"

"Oh god, I didnt tell you what I did for a living last night did I?"

"No, you didnt."

"Jesus, Hayley I didnt expect you to be here."

"Shane just tell me what youre doing here."

"Hayley I work here too. Im a wrestler. The guy you wanted to see, The Hurricane? Well thats me princess." Shane ran his hands through his hair and waited for her response. He was still in shock that she was the new head writer. He had been thinking about her all day, but he never would have thought she would walk into his locker room.

"You're the Hurricane?"

"I am, well its my character anyway."

"I had no idea, not one clue, and those guys you were with last night?"

"That was Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore, also wrestlers on Smack Down."

Hayley smiled. She never would have thought that her job would bring her that much closer to a guy she wanted to get to know better. Now she understood what Amanda had been trying to tell her this morning before shed left. She had known who Shane was, and didnt want to ruin it for her, or keep her guessing. She wasnt really sure, but she knew why Amanda wanted her to call home as soon as she met him.