Randy nervously walked up onto the front of the punky princess's door.

What was he going to do? He knew one thing for sure is to be involve with the baby's life. It was so strange to him that he was going to a father.

Come on, Randy, you can do this.

The Legend Killer knocked on the hard door, waiting patiently for the Dirty Diva to open it.

The door slowly opened, and there was Ashley, still in her pajamas. She had messy bed hair, and she was eating cereal in a blue bowl, with her large baby bump sticking out. She wasn't too excited to see the superstar.

"What?" she grumpily responded.

"Um, I was wondering if we can talk?" Randy asked politely.

Ashley bitterly looked down. "About?"

Randy sighed. Why did this diva have to give him such a hard time? All he wanted to do was help.

"Oh please, Punky, you know what I'm here to talk about," Randy said, hoping that would lighten her up a bit.

"If you're hear to trash about me, I'd save it for later," Ashley responded.

"Seriously, just let me come inside," Randy said, getting serious.

Ashley put her arms across her chest, debating on whether she should let the filthy father of her baby boy come inside.

"Fine. Come in," Ashley said, walking into her house.

The Legend Killer smiled, and walked into Ashley's home. He took a seat on the couch. The Starstruck Princess sat right beside him, not looking at him at all.

"Look, Ash, like I said..I really want to be involve with this child. You cannot do this alone, you need me," Randy pleaded.

Ashley grumbled. "I am highly capable for taking care of my baby on my own."

"Why are you so damn stubborn?!" Randy asked.

"And why are you so damn stupid? Getting me pregnant and having sex with me without using a condom! I hate filthy guys like that," Ashley argued.

Randy began to have flashbacks. It was such a great night, and he'd do it again if he had to.

"That's not the point, Miss Massaro. The point is my baby is your stomach and I really need to take of it and you. You know how close you are to giving birth?" Randy questioned.

Ashley chuckled. "Not even."

"7 months, Ashley. 7 months. I bet you don't even have baby clothes, baby food, or anything you need for the baby," Randy said.

"Yes I do!" Ashley fought, holding back her lies.

"No you don't. You aren't prepared for this baby to come. Like it or not, you need me. And I don't usually offer this but I am. Every since I found out you were pregnant, things have changed, but to be honest, I want to help. And if you don't need my help, then the baby's going downhill, with you," Randy explained, hoping every word he said would impact Ashley.

Ashley became silent, taking everything in.

She softly said, "You really want to be involved?"

Randy looked into her crystal blue eyes, those eyes he would die for. "Yes, Ashley."

"Okay," Ashley said, looking away.

"Baby shopping tomorrow. You better get your butt up at 7," Randy said heading for the door.

"Alright," Ashley said, giving the hot superstar a thumbs up.

Randy stopped for a moment, looking at her. "And just so you know.. I promised Candice I wouldn't tell you, but her and Hardy had a such a sexual fantasy a few nights ago."

Ashley jaw opened. "WHAT?!"

"Buh bye, Ash," Randy said, leaving the house with a smile on his face.

xxxxxxx

How dare she!!!

Ashley was furious. As a matter of fact she was more than furious. Doesn't Candice know the girl code?

The PunkStar Beauty immediately knew she had to talk to her so called best friends. Their stupid friendship is on the line. She called the Candi-Coated diva.

"Hello?" Candice responded.

"Hi Candice," Ashley said, trying to hold in her anger.

"Oh.. Ash…"

"Meet me at the place we always have lunch with. Bring Mickie too," Ashley said, her voice almost boiling with fury.

Candice hesitated as if she knew what was coming. "Okay."

Ashley hanged up, waiting to see what will happen on this interesting lunch.

xxxxxxx

"So…" Mickie said, trying to start a conversation between the two friends. Candice looked down, playing wit her hair a little, not making eye contact with anyone at all. Ashley was clearly pissed off.

Mickie rolled her eyes, tired of the tension. "Will you guys just say something??"

Ashley cleared her throat. "I think Candice over here, should come clean on what horrible shit she did!"

Candice stood up with angry eyes. "I did not do anything!"

"Oh really? Than explain why would you sleep with my ex boyfriend!! Do you know how much he means to me?" Ashley said, as she almost felt tears.

"Look! That was a complete accident! And he was all up on my grill anyways!" Candice argued.

Ashley sarcastically laughed. "Give me a break! You could have easily said no! But you, my best friend, had to sleep with Jeff! I loved Jeff with all my heart and you, you stabbed me my back!"

"Guys! Guys!" Mickie said trying to stop the fight.

Ashley felt all the emotions running through her mind. Jeff meant so much to her and to felt that being taken away sucks. Candice was her true best friend and now that she had backstabbed her, they became frenemies. And Randy..stepping up to the plate means so much.

"I have no feelings towards Jeff what so ever! If you were my best friend, you would trust me!" Candice shouted over the table.

"And if you were my best friend, you would have never slept with my ex boyfriend!" Ashley argued.

Ashley could feel the strong friendship just slip away.

"And if you guys were my best friends, you'd freaking shut up!!" Mickie yelled over the arguing friends.

The two angry friends calm it down, still staring at each other in fury.

"You totally messed up Candice. You made the worst mistake ever!" Ashley cried, letting all her anger out.

"Why the hell are you getting mad at me? Shouldn't you be yelling at Jeff? He was the one who started it!!" Candice said.

"GUYS!" Mickie shouted.

Ashley rolled her eyes. Candice was just a fake bitch and another one of those so called friends. It's truly over.

"Our friendship is over. O V E R," Ashley said, walking away from the scene.

Now Candice's true colors come out at the wrong time.