(The day after the party; 8 A.M., Caleb's apartment.)

Brianna had woken up, moderately hungover from the amount of liquor and stupid dares she had done over the past... 13 1/2 hours?! Damn she ws going to have to attend more of Caleb's shindigs. If there was one thing he could do other than continually improve in the ring, it was throw a memorable party to help a person de-stress and forget about their negativities of that day. She had remembered what all happened the previous night. Brianna herself and the girls spying on a rather naked Caleb, her actually helping the man barbecue, everyone taking apart in some thrilling or dumb dare that could've landed an Average Joe in jail for at least two months with mandatory community service for an additional five months. Then her mind went to THAT point of the party. Her argument with now ex Blake and the confrontation that thankfully didn't sour the mood of the gathering or get physical with Caleb.

(Last night... Brianna's POV)

Brianna: What... is... he... doing... here?

The Chicagoian gave a withering stare towards her boyfriend... well ex-boyfriend as of the past 24 hours Blake Christian, also known as fellow NXT star Trey Baxter. Yeah, he had just walked through the front door and something Caleb did mention to her but failed to remember was that he was invited.

Blake: Brianna, I know you're not the one to talk, woman. You're the one who broke up... with me! If anyone should have a legitimate gripe and bad mood, it's me and only me.

Brianna: That's rich, coming from the same motherfucker... who literally told me to "get onto expressway and get hit by a tractor-trailer and should I survive said impact, I hope you never wake up from your coma." Should I play the recording for the good crowd here tonight?

Blake: Now you know damn well what I said was just in the heat moment. I wouldn't even wish that on my worst fucking enemy. You're dragging it out longer than it has it to be.

Brianna: No! When you say shit like that, it tends to get engrained in a person's head reallly quickly. So excuse me for hanging it over your head because YOU were in the wrong because you couldn't accept the fact our relationship was reaching its end.

Everyone started perking up at the brewing storm picking up intensity between the two.

Blake: You NEVER, NOT ONCE, gave a DAMN reason as to why breaking up was the smart decision Brianna! And for Hungry Jack's sake, "it just wasn't working" isn't a good enough excuse!

Brianna, at this point was about to reach her boiling point. Like Tom Cat in that one Tom and Jerry short where Jerry Mouse kept kicking, punching and prying at the cat's nerves after Tom had received a big inheiritance from a relative and could only cash in so long as he brought no harm to little ol' Jerry. Then Jerry, for whatever reason squeezed orange pulp into Tom's eyes and that put the poor pussycat over his limit. Brianna was about to throttle her ex, accidentally pushed over a vase that had been sitting on Caleb's island bar, causing it to fall and to shatter into tiny little pieces.

Brianna: I know Caleb invited you to the party prior to him knowing we had broke it off but if you insist on pissing me off, making me the Queen Bitch tonight and making my life a living hell, I'll gladly see to it one of us makes to see God Blake!

It was at this point Caleb had rushed into his apartment, via the sliding back door and Brianna had saw him out of her peripheral. If anyone could diffuse an argument peacefully with his own flair it'd be the host of his own party. And she'd known just how protective the proud Missourian could get sometimes over his state neighbor. He took some to analyze the situation but quickly saw his mother's vase was broken beyond repair and that angered him plenty enough but seeing the people gathered around the Aussie and Illinois native's argument, Brianna knew for a fact he wasn't liking what he was seeing.

Blake: Listen, you're the only one being hostile here! I'm just here being a guest and fulfilling my obligation at Caleb's party. But if you wish to continue to be hostile, then lemme tell you something-

Caleb: Tell Brianna what? Come on Christian, anything you can say, you can definitely nut up and say in my humble abode in front of me, hell in front of everyone.

He took the moment to breathe everything in as all eyes were on him, Bri's included as he essentially pinned the blame on the man he was used to calling the Red Devil himself. After collecting his thoughts and figured what he was going to say next.

Everything else was just a blur to the 20 year-old sports entertainer. She did witness the tail end of Caleb cursing Blake the hell out, him venting and potentially ready to reveal a big secret to her but he held himself off. Then, oh yeah... that happened, the kiss the stood the test of time. Well, maybe not that much but it definitely hit the soul of her. While it did come off as a dare technically, a kiss was kiss and it helped her blow off some steam more or less. She hopped out of the bed after the faint rumbling of what she believed to be a Roomba. As she opened the door to peep out she walked out to see Caleb, drinking an iced coffee from Starbucks and eating some waffles he had thanks to his trusty waffle iron. What she also noticed was a lack of partygoers, and she must've thought everyone sobered up and left and those who were still impaired called on someone to be their designated driver.

Brianna: You beat me at my own game, looks like the student has become the master.

Caleb: Not really, I've only been awake for- two hours. More than enough to get some help from sleepless souls and a Roomba to clean the whole 'partment. You were out like a light as the party began to die down, so I carried you into the guest bedroom while it kept going.

Brianna: So gentlemanly of you.

Caleb: You would've done the same if I was blackout drunk. Not that I'm that irresponsible when it comes to drinking. Sit down the last couple waffles are about to be done, want anything else? I got bacon and some eggs on deck. I didn't know how you take you Starbucks, so I just doubled up with mine. But I figured you liked extra espresso and milk with yours.

Brianna: Thanks, that's very sweet. And I'll definitely take some eggs with my waffles. Got any syrup?

Caleb: Boysenberry, Maple and I actually got some IHOP's Syrup in this jar? Go ahead.

Brianna, without a second thought went after the IHOP's Original syrup as Caleb opened the waffle to see the final hot, golden baked good practically begging to be scraped off. After cracking a few eggs whilst sliding the waffle onto her plate with a second reasonably warm syrup pocketing breakfast item. She looked at her best friend as he had a moment to himself.

Brianna: Alright, seriously how do you do it Caleb?

He looked at her, face to face, trying to entertain her question and answer it as best he can.

Caleb: Do what?

Brianna: Manage all this? The fact you just threw a raging party during a time many people considering you were already running on adrenaline at that point? And you only got what three maybe four hours of sleep?! Spill.

Caleb: Well, honestly it has to help with the fact I'm living on my own for one. I get a lot of shit done easily, I don't have to clean up after others unless, as you just said I've got people over or I throw a party. Something you should be used to-

Her expression immediately soured when he trailed off.

Caleb: (SHIT, nice going Harper. Some best friend you are.) Damn it, Coda. I'm sorry, it almost slipped my mind what had happened before I invited Lake to the party.

Brianna: You do mean Blake, right?

He shook his head as took his coffee straight to the dome.

Caleb: Between saying what he said to you after you broke things off with him and during last night's events, fuck no. He now gets the big ass L to his name and the B is rescinded. Or if you want to keep the B and remind yourself he's a fucking sissy ass bitch who doesn't a breakup like a man, go ahead. Makes me no difference. So Lake is his new name, though I don't know what the higher ups are gonna call him, it's not my problem.

Brianna giggled as she twirled a piece of syrup-covered goodness on her fork, putting it in her mouth, savoring it.

Brianna: You're truly a handful, Caleb Harper. Never change.

Caleb: Right back at you, Brianna Coda. You're truly one of the few good human beings out here.

They shared what seemed to be a silent yet sweet few moments between them as they shared breakfast and coffee. AS much as Brianna would've loved rooming with one of her closest friends, she knew she had to get back to her place and take care of her pets that she shared with him. But she did have to get one thing off her chest.

Brianna: So are we going to talk about last night?

He took at this point both empty plates as he placed them into the dishwasher.

Caleb: About what? My mind is still a hazy due to all the drinks I took to the dome, so I'll try my best to remember.

Brianna: Well first, how about after you blew up on Blake? You left immediately to go back to grilling. I had to make sure you weren't- you know plotting his murder.

Caleb: Which I wasn't. I had to make sure Kevin was burning himself while dealing with the rest of the ribs.

Brianna rolled her eyes.

Brianna: Righhttt. But you said something else caused you to bug out. So what was it?

Caleb: Bri, please don't poke the bear.

Brianna: I'm not. I'm trying to figure what my best friend is hiding from me and why he's doing it, trust me if you're doing it to protect me save it. I don't need protecting. Plus you didn't stop prodding and poking me as to why I was depressed. Now spill.

Caleb sighed, sensing she wasn't going to let this go anytime soon and finally relented, giving into Bri's demands.

Caleb: Alright, fine. You really want to know what's been nagging and biting me so much?

Brianna: Yes, it would help so we can help a blockhead like you relax and de-stress.

Caleb: Name-calling aside... it was actually two things. The first was you know Chase Destiny, the dude we talked about.

Brianna: One of the all-time NXT greats? Coming off an ACL tear, got you into NXT, yeah what about Chase am I'm missing?

Caleb: There's more to it... Chase is actually... my cousin. We're blood-related.

Brianna: Wait a minute? Back up, back up, slow down. You're related to a former NXT legend?!

Caleb: Yeah, and as such I've got unfair expectations placed on me. Marks talking about I'm just a Aldi's version of him, I gotta win at least four titles here to match his five he's got right now. I'm green in the ring which I'm far from, I've been training for this shit since I was essentially a teenager.

Brianna: Wow, Caleb complaining? I could've sworn I saw this somewhere before.

Caleb casted her a withering glare as it was clearly a touchy subject to begin with.

Brianna: Alright, alright, I'm shutting up but normally wouldn't you be proud of being a cousin to one of rising stars in all of WWE? Most would envy you. Well not me at least.

Caleb: I don't mind the envy from people and other superstars. Does it give me a leg up somewhat? Sure, I don't hate it. But Kai and I, we don't have the best relationship as family.

Brianna: Why is that?

Caleb sat next to her on the other as he breathed, tapping his fingers onto the table and looked her in the eyes.

Caleb: His momma Taylor, my aunt. Amazing she is, one of true people I can always rely on when my own parents aren't available.... she uh um, how do I put this? She's sick.

Brianna: How sick are we talking?

Caleb initially didn't want to answer her but stomached enough resolve and eventually did so.

Caleb: She's- she's dying Bri. Breast cancer which she's beaten two times already but this time it metastasized. In her liver to be exact.

Brianna: Jesus. Caleb, I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

Caleb: You're fine, you're actually the first person I told this to. But Kai, he hasn't been taking the news all too well.

Brianna: Well when did you get this news from him?

Caleb: Late December, I want to say. Kai was- hell is definitely still struggling with it, the fact he might lose his mom very soon. That's a reality I don't want to face to anytime soon myself.

Brianna: So how did it fracture whatever relationship you and him have?

Caleb: I- uh... might have said he was joking about not knowing she was dying when in reality, I was the first person she told about the prognosis. And when I told him the truth, we got into a little dust-up on his ranch. He damn near broke my wrist. Our relationship has been on thin ice since.

Brianna: Well I mean I understand why you did that but I also understand his reaction. His mother is dying after all. You gotta fix your guys' relationship for sure.

Caleb: I've tried that, GiGi has tried to push him towards mending bridges but he won't fucking budge.

Brianna: Hold up, GiGi, like our GiGi from NXT?

Caleb: What? No. GiGi is just a nickname for his girlfriend- his fiancee? I don't know it's been a minute since I've been to his place.

Brianna: I can see that this is a touchy subject for you. So let's switch topics-

Caleb: Thank God-

Brianna: And talk about that kiss.

Caleb: Fuck.

Brianna: Yeah... Fuck. Look this isn't going to be awkward and damage our friendship? Right?

Caleb: Yeah, no. It's one little kiss that was the byproduct of Truth or Dare. If something were to come out of it, which I don't know if it does and if we'll cross that bridge but if we do, it is what it is what is. I liken our relationship to Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable.

Brianna: You do realize the flaw in your sentence and what happened with Kim and Ron?

Caleb: Oh shit, right. But my point still stands, if something were to come of that one kiss, shit I'm not gonna bitch and moan. You're a very pretty lady, Coda. But you just got out of a relationship and should be focusing on yourself. Me? I haven't been in one since I graduated last spring. If I find myself in one, then hey, I'm going to do my damndest to treat my woman like what I intend to do. A mothafucking queen.

Soon before they could continue their heated heart to heart conversation to see where they stood, another alarm beeped. It was his workout time.

Caleb: Well look at that it's my workout time! Tell you what I can drop you off and you... can carry on with your day, love.

Brianna: As much as I'm interested in that offer, I'll have to decline. Because I'm you're new workout buddy, AWESOME right?

Caleb: Hold up, didn't you only pack enough for a two night stay? Don't you I don't know... have to do laundry. Besides I get pretty intense at the gym, you haven't seen me in the Performance Center.

Brianna: Tell you what. If you drop me off at my place and wait a good fifteen to forty minutes, I can feed my pups, do my laundry and I'll be ready by the time you come back. I'm sure you can entertain yourself.

Caleb: Right... are you least gonna shower?

Brianna: Oh I did that when I woke up the first time. Let me grab all my stuff and I'll let know you when I'm ready.

Caleb: Sure, sure. I'll be here cleaning up.

(Local Gym; 11:11 A.M.)

Brianna and Caleb, now clad in workout gear were ready to put their proverbial axes to the grind. After swiping both membership cards through the scanner, they witnessed the sight before them. Machines aplenty designated on certain limbs and muscles, benches, racks (not those racks, get yo mind outta the gutter), a couple of basketball courts and to Brianna's delight, a fucking sauna. Caleb saw her eyes about to pop out of their sockets.

Caleb: Easy there, Bri. We can hit the sauna after getting... J-j-j-jacked!

He flexed his impressive array of muscles, causing her to roll her eyes.

Brianna: You're a handful, thankfully I can deflate your own ego.

Caleb: You wouldn't... dare.

Brianna: Bet I can outsquat you. And outbench you...

Caleb: Oh you're ON!

They raced up the stairs like a couple of giddy children, trying to see who could do outdo the other in burning calories and toning their bodies, ready for the next challenge in their professional and personal lives. All they knew in this very moment is that they had each other backs, come hell or high water.

End of Chapter Four! Surprise muthafuckers it's looking like Liv or Let Die and The Twisted Dragons are going to be interconnected my party people. And poor momma Taylor! Fuck Cancer, I primarily wrote that because of my experiences of family having suffered from it, first my aunt having passed away from it 2008, my father himself a testicular cancer survivor and more recently I just found my paternal grandmother had been suffering from terminal cancer and wound up passing away from it in late June. If there's one regret I had, it's not spending any time with her and knowing she was that much pain... so I leave you with this, hug your loved ones close my people. You NEVER and I mean NEVER know when it's your time or their time to clock out. Rest in Paradise eternally to my Grandmother and Auntie and once more, FUCK CANCER... unless that's your zodiac sign. Love you guys and I'll see you in the next installment of Twisted Dragons. Oh and if you're wondering how the cancer storyline is going to fit into Liv and Let Die... don't worry I already got that locked in and figured out.