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The Worst Valentine's Day

Stephanie sighed as she walked around the backstage area of the arena. She passed the women's locker room where she heard the excited squeals from her fellow divas. Today was Valentine's Day, and as much as Stephanie tried to convince herself that it was a pointless card company holiday she still wished to get something from her long-time boyfriend Paul Levesque.

She looked in to the locker room and saw Torrie showing of the exquisite gold chain that her boyfriend Billy had given her. Then there was Dawn who was giggling over the small pink bag of what Stephanie guessed to be lingerie that Lance surely had given her. Then Trish spoke up showing everyone the beautiful but odd painting and poem that Jeff Hardy had given to her. She was about to walk away and go to her office when she heard someone call her name.

"Stephanie! Hey Steph, wait up!" She turned around to see Amy Dumas running up to her.

"Hey Amy, how are you doing?" She smiled as she looked down at the small gift bag in her hand.

"I'm great, actually in sort of a shock," Amy replied. "Look." She reached into the bag and pulled out a rather old looking box. She opened the box to reveal a beautiful gold necklace. On the necklace was a beautiful charm that had a heart and a signal rose winding around it.

"Amy that's beautiful. Did Matt get that for you?" Stephanie found herself too in shock; Matt Hardy was publicly known for not being very sentimental or open with his feelings. He certainly never did anything for Valentine's Day.

"Yeah he did. That's why I'm in shock; Matt Hardy actually got me something for Valentines Day." Amy was practically beaming. "He said this necklace once belonged to his mother, but he wanted me to have it."

"Wow, that's amazing," said Steph. "Well if Matt remembered Valentine's Day then maybe there's hope for the rest of us."

"So Paul hasn't gotten you anything yet?"

"Nope not yet," she frowned, "but maybe he'll surprise me. Look I have to get down to my office. I'll talk to you later."

"Ok, have fun and keep the faith Steph," Amy said with a smile.

"I'll try." She turned and started to walk back to her office. She closed her eyes once she got to the door and slowly opened it, praying for Paul to have done something romantic for her. She opened her eyes and looked around the room and saw nothing, absolutely nothing. *It figures, Paul doesn't have a romantic bone in his body* She sat down at her desk and got to work on her paperwork for the night.


~Later that evening~

"Hey, I'm back," Stephanie called walking in to her hotel room. "Where were you after the show? I looked all over for you but you weren't there." Paul was sitting on the bed completely entranced by the television.

"What did you say Steph?" Paul asked while not taking his eyes off the TV.

"I asked where you were after the show. I couldn't find you, we were supposed to drive back together," she said kicking off her heels.

"Oh, I got tired so I came back early," said Paul, still not taking his eyes off the TV. "I figured you would find a ride back."

"Well, by time I figured out you'd left, no one was at the arena," she was starting to get mad at him. Some Valentine's Day this was turning out to be. "I had to get a cab to get back here."

"Oh, see you found a ride." Paul looked away from the TV long enough to flash a smile at her and then turn back.

"Well did you at least pick up dinner?"

"No, I thought you would."

"Paul, I had to ride home in a disgusting taxi cab," she started raising her voice, "I couldn't exactly tell him to pull over at Wendy's so I could get dinner."

"Oh, well, the keys are over there on the desk." Paul pointed to the desk next to the window. "You can go run out to get me something to eat. I want a number 4 and 9 from Taco Bell and chicken salad from Wendy's."

"Paul, I just got back from a long day of work, I would really appreciate it if you would go get the food, or at least go with me considering what day it is." Stephanie crossed her arms and stood in front of the TV.

"Steph, I'm watching that! Come on move! What day is it anyways," he asked innocently.

"Oh that is it! I am sick of this Paul. I work and I do everything and all you do is take me for granted," she pulled out a bag and started to throw her clothes into it. "I'm leaving. You know, it amazes me that every other guy in the WWE can seem to treat their girlfriends with respect and yet you can't seem to grasp that concept. I deserve so much better than this Paul. Goodbye." And she left the room slamming the door behind her.

"Goodbye?" Paul said looking very confused. What just happened?