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~He's Not You~

Chapter 1

Destiny snuggled down on the bus, ready to get some sleep. She was tired; tired of hurting, tired of fighting. She closed her eyes, but the thoughts whirled in her head. She was leaving Las Vegas. That was all there was to it. She was never going to look back. She needed a change in her life. Trace had really done it this time. Broken her nose, cracked three ribs, a fat lip and two black eyes... yeah, she'd had enough. She packed her bags, counted her cash, picked up a map, closed her eyes and pointed. Cameron, North Carolina.

So that was going to be home now. She felt like for the first time in her life she was running to something instead of away from something. It was winter but Las Vegas was fairly warm, she doubted North Carolina would be. She sighed. "Try to get some sleep," she told herself. The bus didn't actually leave for another hour but was filling up fast, it was because of the holidays. Christmas was fast approaching. She couldn't believe it was only two weeks away...

"Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?" Destiny opened her eyes to find herself peering into the biggest pair of brown, puppy dog eyes she had ever seen.

"Uh, no. Help yourself." He looked maybe 22 or 23.

"Thanks. I hate sitting by myself."

"No problem." She closed her eyes again. If he was looking for company he sure had picked the wrong seat she thought to herself. She wasn't interested in carrying on a conversation. She drifted off to sleep.

Shane looked over at the girl sleeping next to him, Her red curls framing her face. She was very pretty and she had that delicate complexion that most redheads possess. He could smell her perfume faintly.

"Hey, they are stopping for breakfast. You want anything?" Destiny opened her eyes and groaned. The sun was bright now, streaming through the window of the bus. She hadn't even been aware that they had left Las Vegas.

"Oh! Thanks for waking me up. I definitely need some coffee!" The passengers filed off the bus and into the Howard Johnson's. She went to the ladies room and then went to get her coffee. She found herself in line behind the man who had been sitting next to her. She studied his back; Long brown hair, tied back in a ponytail, a beat-up leather jacket, not unlike her own. He turned and smiled at her. She saw the flash of perfect teeth and a hint of dimples.

"I hate lines!" Remembering what he had said earlier she quipped,

"What don't you hate?"

"Sunrises, and pretty girls. Oh, and comic books."

"Comic books? Are you serious?" Destiny giggled.

"Absolutely." His grin widened at the sound of her laughter.

Destiny was still giggling when they heard the girl behind the counter say:

"Can I help you?" When he turned around the girl squealed, as teenage girls are want to do at the sight of their favorite singer or actor.

"OH MY GOD! You're Shane Helms!" The cashier exclaimed.

"Guilty as charged." Destiny could see he was still grinning. The name didn't mean anything to her, must be one of those boy bands or something, she thought to herself. He was certainly cute enough. But why would he be riding a bus?

"You are so great! You are like my favorite! Can I have your autograph..."

This went on for a while until her manager stepped up and took his order.

He grinned sheepishly at Destiny as he walked away. "Sorry about that..."

Destiny just shook her head. It hadn't been that long ago since she had been a teenager, even if sometimes it felt like it. Destiny got her coffee and headed back to the bus.

She smiled at him when she got back on. "So 'Oh my God you're Shane Helms' who are you?" He stood up so she could get back to her seat. He cocked his head quizically, "You don't know?"

"Nope sorry..."

"I'm a professional wrestler. I work for the WWF."

"Oh, sorry, I don't know anything about wrestling. I don't watch."

"That's okay, but you do have an unfair advantage over me..."

"What's that?"
"You know my name, I don't know yours."

She stuck out her hand, "Destiny Taylor."

"It's nice to meet you Destiny." He took her hand in his, "You have beautiful hands." He said turning her hand so he could look at it.

"Thanks." Destiny cleared her throat as he realized he was still holding her hand. Smiling at her, he blushed slightly and released her hand from his.

God, was he actually flirting with some girl on a bus? "Damn Sugar." he thought to himself.