Thank you for your reviews! Don't forget to check out Alternate Ending #1 of Always The Best Friend (There were some glitches in getting it up)!
Also, I'm changing my tenses into past tense. It is very hard for me to shift my writing style into present tense.
Disclaimer: I only own the ideas in this story and J.J (and any other original characters, such as J.J's friends and family). I do not own any of the WWE superstars or staff used within this story. Vince McMahon owns the WWE Universe of which I am merely a peon in.
Enjoy.
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.
-Henry David Thoreau
"The Captain has indicated that we have begun our initial descent into the greater New York area. In preparation for landing, please assist your cabin crew by placing your seat backs and tray tables into their upright and locked position.."
I don't know how much I would like a repetitive job like that of a Flight Attendant. Sure, a referee always counts the 1-2-3 and rings the bell, but at least there are stipulations that switch it up a little bit.
"Ty," I whispered softly while nudging the sleeping man beside me. Slowly, his eyes open and he yawns.
"Are we there yet?" He whined jokingly.
"We're landing in New York now," I said, brushing some of his loose waves from his eyes.
"New York?" Tyson's eyes widened, "I thought we were going to Connecticut!"
Tyson was the definition of a country boy from the Prairies. He was not a big-city boy by any means.
"Easy there, cowboy," I rubbed his shoulder that was closest to me, "According to the all knowing Google, the White Plains Airport is the closest airport to Stamford."
"You trusted Google on out first trip to the States ever?"
I shot him a disapproving look at this comment. How dare he question me on this? I'm more than sure that the majority of the world relies on Google for answers to everything. Don't scoff at me or try to deny it. You are as much a part of the Google nation as I am.
But, I digress.
We made our way off the plane and moved through the airport stations fairly slowly. This is one of the downsides to travelling: airport bullshit. I love to travel, but all of this noise makes me want to just drive alone.
After making our way through customs, we grabbed a quick bite in the restaurant area before moving out toward the bus loop. During my Google investigations, I found that there is a bus that takes you straight from the White Plains Airport to Stamford, Connecticut. It seemed to be destined.
"Right over there, Ty!" I grinned and pointed toward the bus stop.
I kept walking toward the bus stop, but Tyson did not follow. Silly boy must be distracted by the hustle and bustle of a big city airport.
"C'mon, slowpoke! We're gonna be late for the bus!" I call out to Tyson. Still, he doesn't move. Frustrated, I stomp back over to him.
"What is taking you so-"
"Bus is not running." He said as he pointed to the sign. My eyes widen and I glare at the sign. Sure enough, the bus was not running due to 'routine services'.
"Unbelievable.." I mutter.
"You mean the almighty Google did not alert you to this?"
I am dating a comedian. Tyson - 1, J.J. and Google - 0.
"No worries," I said, putting on a smile, "it's only a half hour cab ride to the hotel."
"J.J..."
"Just keep an open mind, Ty!" I motioned for him to smile as well. He simply shook his head and grabbed our bags. His level of patience is overwhelming and I am forever grateful for it.
It took us about 10 minutes to track down an unused cab, then another 45 minutes to get to the hotel in the midday traffic we were thrust into. Any shopping I had planned on doing was sacrificed on this cab. Still, I just know it will be worth it.
"Uhh.. J.J.?"
I looked at Tyson, then past him to the hotel.
"Umm.." I didn't know how to respond to Tyson. I had gotten the cheapest hotel I could find on the Priceline website. $68 dollars a night for four nights? How could I pass that up?
Then I beheld the sight before me. Boy, should I have just found some college friends who moved here and crashed on their floor.
"This dump? This is where we're staying?" Tyson rubbed his face then frowned deeply in my direction.
"It's just a place to rest our heads, Ty," I took his hand in mine and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles, "open mind?"
"Mhmm."
Clearly, Tyson felt that this was going to end up being some four star vacation for him while I faced my dream at the frontlines. We quickly checked into our third floor room (which happened to be a 'penthouse suite' according to the clerk at the front desk). I have no idea what their definition of 'suite' was, but it seemed very similar to my definition of 'rundown motel room'.
"Like I said," I said to Tyson as he plowed past me toward the double bed in the middle of the room, "just a place to rest our heads."
Tyson laid down on the bed and shrugged slightly, "at least it's slightly comfortable."
"There you go!" I smiled as I sauntered toward the bed.
"I'm trying to keep an open mind," Tyson shot a pointed look in my direction, "for you, J. J."
"Oh, baby!" I gushed in a melodramatic fashion before jumping on top of him from the side of the bed. Just as my weight hit Tyson's body, we suddenly felt the bed sink lower as a loud crack echoed through the small, dinky hotel room.
I broke the bed.
As I tried to apologize, I could not find the words to say how sorry I was for taking the one thing Tyson found positive about the trip so far away so swiftly. I had to use all of my strength to hold back my snicker that was trying to break free from my tightly closed mouth. I felt like the worst girlfriend in the world. Then, the most marvelous thing that could have happened at that moment, happened.
He began to laugh.
I let out the breath I had been holding and laughed along with him. All the tension that we'd both been holding inside all day was released in our booming laughter that could probably have been heard two doors down.
"Ah, Ty," I said in between laughs, "I'm sorry if this was not what you expected."
Without another word, Tyson smiled at me then scooped me up. I squealed slightly as he carried me over to the sofa and pulled out the sofa bed.
"It's an adventure, J. J.," He said as he set me down on the bed then laid down beside me.
"One cannot expect the unexpected, right?"
I smiled at Tyson, "Right." I could not believe how lucky I was to have someone to share this journey with that was as patient as my Tyson.
"So," Tyson broke the silence of my reverie, "it all begins tomorrow."
"Yeah," I replied softly. The moment I had been dreaming about for years was about to come to fruition.
After all of the bad luck we had at the beginning of the trip, something good had to happen ... right?
Let me know what you think :) All of the action begins in Chapter 3!
