Me: I get it, I get it, no more new fics :P I couldn't help myself, this wouldn't leave my mind :P And before I get to it, there's some things that never happened….at all :P (well, in this fic anyways)
-Haylie & Bryan aren't getting married, they're just really great friends :P
and this is taking place when Haylie and Miz are still dating :P Enjoy :D…I hope (yn)
"Wait, let me get this straight, instead of going to Texas for the Raw shows, McMahon instead switched it all over to Vegas for some reason?" Asked Haylie.
Her and her boyfriend-who-annoys-the-fuck-outta-her-for-2-years Mike were in Haylie's Toyota Camry rental and Haylie was a little bit shocked over just recently, like two seconds ago recently that McMahon had told everyone that instead of going to Dallas, Texas for the Raw house shows and the one televised show, they were all going to Vegas.
"Yeah," Mike said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Like come on, why can't people tell me these things sooner," Haylie said as she looked out the window.
"Hey, don't blame me, I figured this out at the last second as well," Mike said.
"Or you probably already did heard about it first, and decided to tell me half way to somewhere when I figured out that we're not on the way there from freaking Buffalo," Haylie said as she leaned her head against the window.
"Why do you just have to act like a total bitch?" Mike asked.
"Oh not this again, Mizanin, I don't act like a bitch, I'm completely fucking nice to people, but it's just you, Riley which I don't even wanna know why he's not with us right now and Cole that really want me to show my bitchy side," Haylie said.
"So you just admit that you are a bitch?" Mike asked.
Haylie just rolled her eyes and smacked Mike upside the head. "Ow, what was that for?" Mike asked rubbing his head.
"For pissing me off, which you are doing oh so successfully by the way," Haylie said.
"Thanks….I guess," Mike said.
"No problem Captain Awful," Haylie said.
"There's no way I'm awful," Mike stated.
"Really? Then how come you never got the WWE title back from me?" Haylie asked with a smirk on her face. When Mike couldn't think of an answer, Haylie said, "That's what I thought Mr. 'I'm-Supposed-To-Be-Awesome',"
"Hey, I am awesome," Mike said.
"If you are awesome, then how come your not showing it?" Haylie asked.
Mike didn't bother to respond to that question as the car ride was silent.
When they did eventually reach Phoenix, Arizona, Haylie had to ask, "So, how does your family feel about their son getting his ass kicked by a girl?"
Mike had enough about his girlfriends comments about him as he stopped the car. "Out," He said calmly.
"You can't be serious right, you're making me wall all the way to Vegas, and I don't even know where the hell we are?" Haylie asked.
"Were somewhere in Arizona and yes, now out," Mike said.
"Alright fine," Haylie said as she got out of the car and Mike instantly sped off. "BASTARD!" Haylie yelled after the car. "Alright, I don't even know where the hell I am in Arizona, how the fuck should I know how to get to Vegas?" Haylie asked herself as she started walking on the side of the road. Few minutes later, she decided to call Mike for some reason.
"What do you want Haylie?" Mike asked as he answered his phone.
"What I want from you Mizanin is for you to bring your stupid ass and my car back to where you dropped me off and pick me the fuck up?" Haylie basically yelled in her phone, but she didn't know that a car was slowing up near her.
"How about, no," Mike said.
"I thought you were supposed to be a caring boyfriend?" Haylie asked.
"Who said that I was caring?" Mike asked, and Haylie clearly knew that there was a smirk on his face.
"Fuck off Mizanin, I'll find a way to get to Vegas from somewhere in—where are we in Arizona?" Haylie asked.
"Phoenix,"
"I'll find a way to Las Vegas from Phoenix even if it means that I'll fucking die trying," Haylie said as she pressed 'End' forcefully on her phone and placed it in her pocket as she continued walking, hands in her sweater pockets pissed off as fuck about what her little situation, then almost literally jumped out of her skin when she heard a car door open and close and someone said, "You heading to Vegas?"
Haylie turned around and saw a guy leaning against a black Ford Explorer Sport with short dirty blonde hair, had black sunglasses on his face so Haylie couldn't see his eyes and he was wearing just a white t-shirt, faded blue jeans and black sneakers.
"Yeah, why should you know?" Haylie asked as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Well, since I'm heading there, and now I know that your heading there, I'm offering that I can take you," The guy offered. "I promise I won't mind,"
"What if, hypothetically, I refused your offer?" Haylie asked.
"Then if I read or hear that you're somehow killed, I would feel guilty that I've let a beautiful girl like you be in harms way like that," He said.
Haylie thought about it for a few minutes before eventually walking over to the car and entered the car.
"So?" The guy asked as soon as he restarted the car and drove to Las Vegas. "Mind telling me what had you stand on the side of the road like a hitchhiker?"
"Just my stupid boyfriend, I accidentally made some comment about his family and he pulled over to the side of the road, told me to get out and he drove off," Haylie said. "Nothing major,"
"Nothing major?" The guy asked. "He's your boyfriend, he shouldn't be doing those type of things,"
"Well, mine does," Haylie said with a frustrating sigh then her phone played Sing For The Moment by Eminem started up—meaning that her said boyfriend was calling her.
"Hey," Haylie said.
"Hey baby, figured out a way to get to Vegas?" Mike asked a little bit cockily.
"Actually yeah I have," Haylie stated.
"How?" Mike asked a little bit shocked.
"Someone was kind enough to see me stranded on the side of the road and decided to drop me off there since he's also going to Vegas for whatever reason," Haylie said.
"Why would you get into a car with a complete stranger's car—you don't even know the guy—you don't know what he's like or anything," Mike said. "He could be a murderer or a serial rapist or something," He added.
Haylie looked at the guy beside her and said, "He doesn't look like that kind of person Mike,"
"Looks may be totally different from personality Trudel,"
"Yeah, you look cute but look like a major dumbass," Haylie said. "I'll see you in Vegas jerk,"
"Boyfriend?" The guy asked as he saw Haylie end the phonecall. "Yeah," The blonde replied.
"It doesn't seem like a happy relationship," The guy commented.
"At the beginning it was great, but now, not so much,"
.x.
When the guy and Haylie got to the hotel in Vegas, Haylie said, "Thanks for bringing me,"
"No problem," The guy said then Haylie exited the car but before she got to close the door, the guy asked, "I forgot about this earlier but, what's your name?"
"Haylie, yours?" She asked.
"Cute name, mine's Carl," He said.
"Awesome name, well, I hope to see you around?" Haylie asked with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Well, that could be arranged, how about we hang out tomorrow morning?" Carl asked.
Haylie thought about it before replying, "Sure. I'd like that," before adding with, "hey, pass me your hand,"
A little confused, Carl did as Haylie was told. Haylie grabbed his hand in her hands, then grabbing her favourite green pen and wrote something on his hand. "There's my number, call me when you get a chance about tomorrow, alright?" She asked.
"Alright, see ya Haylie," Carl said as he treated his hand back to him.
"See ya Carl," Haylie said as she did a small wave and a smile on her face as she closed the car door and walked back to the hotel.
