"I love you," said the petite blond. Her name was Amanda and she was in near tears at the thought that her fabulous boyfriend, John Cena was leaving for the road from her home town in less than a few minutes.
John smiled at the girl, thinking how easy it was for girls to fall in love with him. It was as if they were automatically infatuated with the person that would pay attention to them. Amanda was one of those fabulously wealthy girls from a prominent family, obviously worthy of John's wealth and stature in the wrestling world. But he knew it wouldn't last, she would never understand his world. Despite his indifference to the girl, he bent down and hugged her, "I love you."
The couple resumed to kiss when a car pulled up to the curb and a very annoyed brunette witnessed the entire scene.
"AHEM!"
John broke the kiss and Amanda blushed as she saw the brunette tapping the wheel in obvious annoyance.
"Oh, hi Mickie. Mickie, this is Amanda Nichols." At the mention of her name, Amanda's eyes narrowed a bit and darkened, but she merely nodded her head in her direction. "Mand, this is Mickie James."
John studied the brunette in the car. It was an old banger as some people would say, he wasn't even sure if this car would make it to the place they needed to be.
"Nice to meet you."
"Do you want to drive the first shift?"
John shook his head, "No, you're there already so you can start."
"Well, the trunk's open," said Mickie, who was eyeing the luggage on the curb.
John lugged his bags to the trunk and slid into the front seat. John rolled down the window and gave Amanda one last kiss.
Amanda sighed and got back on the curb, "Call me."
"I'll call you as soon as I get there."
"Oh! Call me from the road!"
"I'll call you before that!"
"I love you!"
"I love you!"
Mickie watched the display between Amanda and John for a few more moments before pressing down hard on the horn.
"Sorry," said Mickie as she looked at the stunned couple, who were annoyed she interrupted them by abruptly hitting the horn.
John looked a bit annoyed. He looked back at Amanda and blew her a kiss. "I miss you already."
"And I miss you already Johnny!"
"Bye Mandy."
"Bye."
John waved at Amanda and as mickie drove towards the exit of the hotel car park. Mickie looked over at John and smirked.
"So, how did a guy with your status end up having to slum it with me?"
John looked at Mickie in amazement. "I pissed Vince off, apparently my opinion is neither relevant or wanted, how come it's you that I have to slum it with as a punishment"
"Well, no other diva would have you" Mickie glanced at John.
"Hmph," was all John managed to get out.
Mickie continued to talk. "Well, as for this trip, I have it all figured out. It's an eighteen hour trip which breaks down into six shifts of three hours each or alternatively we could break it down by mileage."
John, the whole time Mickie was speaking, was reaching in the back seat where one of his bags was. John watched him stretch to the back, hoping he was at least paying a smidgen of attention to what she was talking about.
"There's a map back there...I marked the places of where we could change shifts if you still want to continue the drive with me..."
John plopped back into the front seat with a bag of grapes in his hand. He offered them to Mickie, who politely declined.
"No thanks, I don't like to eat between meals."
John shrugged and spit out a seed, not realizing that the window was closed. He grinned and rolled the window down.
"Why don't you tell me the story of your life?"
Mickie gave him an sceptical look. "The story of my life?"
"We've got eighteen hours to kill before we hit New York." John pushed the seat back and propped his feet up on the dashboard.
"Well, the story of my life isn't even going to get us out of Chicago. I mean, nothing's happened to me yet. That's why I'm living on the road"
"So something can happen to you?"
"Yes."
"Like what?"
Mickie gave John a small smile, "I dunno, since I first started here I've been writing down road stories I've heard from people, I would love to turn them into a book, with peoples blessing obviously"
"So you want to write about things that happen to other people?"
Mickie looked a bit offended that he had been so patronizing in his tone of voice. "That's one way to look at it."
John turned to face Mickie. "Suppose nothing happens to you. Suppose you lived out your whole life and nothing happens; you never meet anybody, you never become anything, and finally you die in one of those deaths which nobody notices for a fortnight until the smell drifts into the hallway?"
Mickie cringed at the thought, but she wasn't about to let some snobby prat from the roster put her off her dreams.
"Amanda seems to have a dark side. Shame she knows nothing of your previous 'girlfriends' with people who look very similar."
John's smirk returned after a moment, which was directed at John. "That's what drew her to me."
"Her dark side?" Mickie contained the laugh that wanted to escape from her mouth. 'This is going to be too long of a trip,' she thought.
"Sure," said John with renewed confidence. "Why, don't you have a dark side?" Mickie shook her head and continued to concentrate on the road. John leaned back into the front seat. "No, you're probably one of those cheerful people who dot their "i's" with little hearts."
That comment definitely struck a cord in the young witch. 'How DARE he think I am a frivolous child!' Mickie took a deep breath.
"I have just as much of a dark side as the next person!" Mickie mentally cursed herself for the pathetic retort.
John was not about to be challenged, and he could feel a small one coming on.
"Oh yeah, when I buy a new book, I always read the last page first. That way, in case I die before I finish I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side."
John shook her head. "That doesn't mean you're deep or anything. Ugh, I mean, yes, basically I'm a happy person..."
"So am I."
"...and I don't see that there's anything wrong with that!"
"Of course not, you're too busy being happy. Do you ever think about death?" John stared out the window watching Mickie's reflection on the glass. The girl had clearly never interacted with anyone like him, and from the sour look on her face, she was likely to throw him out of the car while it was moving. This gave John more of a reason to piss her off; it was one of the things he was good at.
"Yes," answered Mickie after some time.
"Sure you do a fleeting thought that jumps in and out of the transient of your mind. I spend hours, I spend DAYS..."
"Do you think that makes you a better person?" Mickie could not BELIEVE this guy. One of the top guy's, if not the top guy, the company she worked for and he was sitting in the front seat of her car soiling their conversation with thoughts of death!
John was getting a bit annoyed at miss sunshine in the driver's seat, that and he wanted to be the sole contributor to the conversation.
"Look, when the shit comes down, I'm gonna be prepared and you're not, that's all I'm saying."
"And in the mean time you're going to ruin your life waiting for it."
"Psycho" John mumbled
"Hey, that was just a character"
"Which you played a little to well"
And with that, there was a long period of silence as Mickie and John drove into the evening
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