It was around six thirty, Haylie was back in her room from hanging out with her three friends, just watching TV when her cell phone was playing her own theme song.
"Yo talk to me." Haylie said.
"Hey, we're still on for that hang out tonight or what I put it as?" Bryan asked.
Haylie's eyes widened a little bit before replying, "If you thought I was going to stand you up or whatever I wasn't and the real reason is that I totally forgot."
She heard Bryan laugh on the other end before hearing him say, "It's understandable, just meet me at 571 Pacific Avenue and wear something casual clothes incase if you were wondering."
"Alright see ya then." Haylie said as she closed the phone conversation, got off of her bed and walked to her bathroom where she just straightened her hair and applied just light eye shadow and mascara. When she was done, she walked back to her suitcase and picked the outfit of a light purple sparkly halter top, black skinny jeans and short black ankle boots. After checking her appearance for a few minutes, she gave herself a thumbs up, grabbed her cell phone, and left the hotel room.
Few Minutes Later
When Haylie reached to where she was supposed to be where she was, she saw Bryan wearing a black dress shirt, black stone washed jeans and black converse shoes.
"Are you having dinner…" Haylie started, pointing to the restaurant. "…or going to a funeral?" She asked.
"What? Too dark or something?" Bryan asked as they entered the restaurant and ended up sitting in a booth.
"Well, a little, but it's actually really, really cute." Haylie complimented.
A few more minutes later, while they were eating and having a conversation, Bryan asked, "So how exactly did you and Mike end up going out?"
"Well, as soon as we were "dating" on screen and since Alison known that we were basically verbal fighting with each other, she wanted us to get come chemistry going on between us, and we did, and before the first season of NXT started, he'd asked me out and…yeah, been like that ever since." Haylie said with a sly shrug of her shoulders.
"Well, this would be rare for me to say something like this, but Mike is actually lucky." Bryan said.
"Uh…why?" Haylie asked.
"He's basically lucky to get a beautiful woman like yourself." Bryan replied.
"I'm beautiful?" Haylie asked.
"Yeah, no one ever complimented you on that?" Bryan asked.
"Besides my parents sometimes when I was growing up and a few guys calling me cute, but no one ever said that I was beautiful." Haylie replied with her head down.
She felt Bryan grab her right hand and said, "Well, let me be the first guy to say, Haylie, you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever encountered in my entire life."
Haylie lifted her head and smiled at the Washington native before saying, "Thanks, I really appreciate you saying that."
.x.
"So we're basically watching the sunset for a little while?" Haylie asked as her and Bryan was sitting on a cliff over-looking a river and the sun was currently just setting.
"Yeah, you like doing something like this?" Bryan asked.
"Yeah, and especially so if my father yelled at me for some stupid thing I did when I was growing up." Haylie started. "When he did, that I just go to the nearest cliff and watch the sun till it completely set, then I actually sleep there sometimes." Haylie said.
"Guessing you had a rough childhood?" Bryan asked.
"Well, if you count getting depression at thirteen, having parents yell at you sometimes for being a wreck on society, having friends bash at you behind your back, and having the highschool that your own sibling went to and everyone liking him but as soon as you go, everyone hates your guys." Haylie started. "So, if you want to count that as a bad childhood, then yeah, I had one." Haylie added.
"So you went from that to being a WWE Diva who's very successful?" Bryan asked.
"Yeah I have." Haylie said with a smile on her face as she was looking at the sun set, and feeling Bryan's arm wrap around Haylie's shoulders and Haylie placed her head on his shoulder.
'We're just friends, this doesn't mean anything.' Haylie thought, 'Right?'
