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CHAPTER TWO -LIFE ON THE ROAD

The sight in front of her was not what she was expecting. She was almost bracing herself for walking into a scene from a horror film. Surprisingly, the two Brooks siblings were just standing in front of each other. It looked as if they'd suddenly turned to face the door once she'd walked in. Amy had obviously walked in somewhere mid-conversation, which made her suddenly feel guilty for interrupting. "I'm... Umm... I'm sorry." she said, as she turned around to walk back out of the door.

"Wait." said the smooth, yet husky, voice of Punk.

That sound was like music to Amy's ears. She stopped, dead in her tracks, as if she'd been frozen. She turned on the spot, taking a deep breath as she did so, steadying herself for whatever she was about to hear. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, briefly squeezing them tightly shut, before opening them again, to find Punk's muddy-green eyes staring at her. She could feel her heart start beating faster, as the familiar feeling of butterflies settled itself, once again, in the pit of her stomach. Almost subconsciously, she placed her hand gently over her chest. She felt as if her heart would soon be visible through the thin material of her top, due to how hard it seemed to be racing. Her cheeks began to get redder, as a soft hand touched her shoulder, gently bringing her back to her senses. Amy suddenly realised that Becky had been slowly moving herself away from her brother's side to walk over and check on her friend, as she'd been standing just inside the locker room, fighting with her inner emotions.

"Are you ready to go back to the hotel now?" asked Becky, picking up her bag and shouldering it, before walking to the door.

Punk moved his eyes away from the blushing younger girl and nodded to his sister, before slowly walking to the door.

"I'm gunna head to the hotel with the boys." He was talking about his best friends, and friends of Rebekah, Randy and John. Amy knew them too, but she had only talked to them a handful of times.

"Okay, Philip." His younger sister smirked, almost evilly, pushing her brother out of the door, earning a glare, which Becky returned with a laugh. Amy even cracked a smile.

As soon as Punk left the room, Becky turned to her best friend, "What was that?" she demanded.

Amy looked at her, confused. "What?"

The younger girl rolled her eyes. She could tell that Amy really had no idea what she was talking about. "Never mind, let's just head to the hotel." She glanced at her phone, which bore the time, 10:45pm. "The party starts in about two hours and we both need to get ready."

They both left the locker room and walked to Becky's car, a 1969 Shelby GT500, a present from Punk for her 16th birthday. The car was beautiful, with black shiny paint all over the body, apart from two silver racing stripes that sat down the middle of the car, running all the way from the hood to the end of the trunk. Rebekah loved her car, she had even named it, Jeremy. Why Jeremy? That was just the name she wanted to call it.

Becky slid into the driver's seat, while Amy sat in the passenger seat. Turning the engine over, the younger girl revved the car and drove out of the nearly empty car park. As they drove past the gates, there was a large group of fans, hoping to get one last glimpse of their favourite wrestler. Many of them caught the sight of the car and flashed their cameras, thinking that a WWE superstar was in the car, they didn't know that in the car was just two, normal girls.

The hotel was a whole eighteen miles away, translated into minutes was about half an hour and that was how long it took them to get there. The traffic was minimal, only a few cars littered the roads.

Waldorf Astoria was a beautiful hotel. It curved around a large water fountain and a road that circled that. As Becky drove around the fountain, Amy gasped at the multi-coloured lights that where sat underneath the water, creating beautiful illusions in the water. Becky didn't seem fazed by the extravagant building, as she had been to many of them, a perk that came with traveling with her brother. Rebekah parked her car in front of the large entrance way, where a man stood, waiting for them to exit the car so he could drive it into the underground car park.

Amy thanked the man, as Rebekah passed him the keys. She could tell her best friend really wanted to get ready for the party she had even bought a new dress, whereas, Amy had chosen to wear a dress that she had bought a couple of months ago.

The foyer of the hotel was even more astounding than the exterior, if that was possible. A large spiked glass chandelier hung from the high ceiling, the floor was a white marble with black designs covering it, and two waterfalls ran down each wall, before splashing softly into a small pool.

"Wow! This is amazing." Amy smiled and looked at the younger girl, who was also gazing around in amazement.

"Good evening and welcome to Waldorf Astoria. Checking in?" the woman behind the reception desk asked, as the two girls drew nearer.

"Yes, we have a reservation, under the name, 'Brooks'." Rebekah answered, pulling out her identification. Many fans have been known to try to get into the hotels the WWE were staying in, just get a simple look at a superstar.

The woman checked her ID thoroughly before handing it back and clicking away on her computer. She then scanned a key card that would allow them to enter their room. "There you go Miss Brooks, room 16A, that's on the first floor." The woman smiled again.

"Thank you." The two girls said in unison. They walked straight to the set of wide stairs, the lift wasn't even a part of the equation, as Amy didn't like them, they were claustrophobic, making her feel like she was enclosed in a tight space. Rebekah was glad their room was only on the first floor.