A/N: Okay, Mara... few things. xPrettyxGirlxSwagx (Lori) is currently experiencing some computer/laptop issues. So she won't be updating for a while... (from what she tells me you have a pending request of a two-shot she's writing for you.) She's been sending you the last couple of messages via cellphone, if you're wondering on how exactly she's able to get online to PM you the last couple of days.
And this will be the first time I'm writing in 3rd person. I'll jump back and forth from 1st (mainly Mara's POVs) to provide insight on how she's feeling on certain situations of the story, and of course, time through time I'll be writing in 3rd. Hope this isn't a problem.
Mara settled on the tour bus, a bag full of luggage which possessed the importance of her things. Sure, if she had a choice, or if it was actually possibly, she'd take her entire bedroom on the trip here to Boston, but she knew that she only had to take limited yet important things to her. The things she needed, like clothes for example... she packed lots of those... and the stuff she wanted.
Her laptop, her Ipod, IPhone, any sort of technology Mara possessed was now in her possession, here in Boston. She had to be sure that if she was going to be going on this trip, she wouldn't die from sudden boredom, and all things WWE that might be rammed into her head if she wasn't careful enough.
Her IPod played a key role in that part.
And of course... there's something else... someone else.
Randy stepped his way up into the tour bus, immediately locking his predator eyes with Mara, and he smiled at her. Hmph. I'm surprised he didn't smirk. Mara thought to herself when she notices that Randy is making his way right toward her.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Randall?" Stephanie says stepping right in front of Mara, who sucked her teeth at her older sister. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to find a seat, Stephanie. I didn't think that was such a huge crime."
"But finding a seat next to my sister, is a crime, Randy."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Stephanie responds, rolling her eyes.
"In what book? Enlighten me, Steph."
"The McMahon book."
Randy clucked his tongue, his smile suddenly turning into a smirk. "You must've forgotten how much I don't listen to what your Daddy says, Stephanie. As far as I'm concerned, we're living in a democracy. And I have a dream, a dream where a man has the freedom, to pick whatever fucking seat he wants. And that one day, one day you will understand that I just don't give a damn about what Vince McMahon says." Randy says, mimicking the tone of Martin Luther King's 'I Have A Dream' speech.
"Very funny, Randall."
"Just move out of my way, Stephanie. I'm not going to give her herpes..."
I couldn't help but snicker at the remark.
"What's that supposed to mean, Miss Mara?" He asks, an eyebrow perched on his face. "I was only joking. Come on, sit... don't mind Stephanie here. I don't know what gave her the right to control my life, because she's not in control... trust me. I'd shoot myself before I let her boss me around like I'm her slave."
"I believe the young woman has spoken. You are dismissed. Go, get out of my sight."
"Whatever, Randall. This isn't over."
"It ain't over until the fat lady sings. And as far as I'm concerned, you won't be doing that for a while." Ouch.
"Ass." Stephanie hisses before she turns and walks away, leaving an amused Mara and Randy to themselves. "Way to go, Randall." Mara remarked. "I don't know how you do it, Mara. Putting up with her on the way here. Especially sitting next to her."
"Oh, Randy... it is Hell. And thank God, I spent most of my childhood away from her."
Randy couldn't help but laugh at the statement. "You are so cruel..." There was a moment of silence. "I like that!"
"And you say, I'm cruel?"
"I'm the Viper. I'm supposed to dig crazy stuff like that."
"Like how I dig crazy chicks?" A voice suddenly says. Randy and Mara turns to see CM Punk, with a sheepish smile on his face. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but overhear the conversation you two were having." His eyes suddenly go to Mara.
"I've never seen you around here before."
"Mara. Mara McMahon."
CM Punk's eyes widened at the name in fake horror. "Oh God, there's ANOTHER ONE!?"
"Not to worry... I am NOTHING like Stephanie over there." Mara laughed. "Oh, well, that's good. Wouldn't want to have TWO idiotic McMahon sisters, now do we?" Punk smirks when he earns a glare from the Billion Dollar Princess.
"I agree."
"So let me guess... you are touring with us?"
"Yeah. Unfortunately. My loving father just couldn't wait to see me again."
Punk snorted at the statement, with the subject of Vince McMahon coming to mind. "Yeah... I feel sorry for you, Mara."
"Please do. Because my life... is Hell right now."
"It can't get any worse than it is."
"I doubt it."
Bringing Mara out of her thoughts, was the vibration of her cellphone ringing. She takes it out and answers it to hear Shane's voice. "Hey, Mara."
Mara sighed at Shane's voice. "Shane... I didn't think you call. I thought I might be too much for you to handle."
"Look, Mara... about that. I'm sorry. I should've came to realize... that it's just how you are. I mean... I know it's hard for you to move on from the past... and believe me... it was hard for me too... and I don't know... I just thought since I moved on so easily, that you'd move on right with me. But I guess this isn't the case. Even if you don't move on as fast as you could... I just have to learn and accept that... you're a woman, I'm a man. We both function differently. So, Mara, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of snapped the way I did on you, and I'm sorry if you felt sort of betrayed by the act. It was all nothing but a huge misunderstanding, and I want to be there for you... I've been there in Vince's place from day 1, and I still want to now."
Mara felt relieved of what Shane just told her, and for once, her mood seemed to brighten at the apology, and she was quite happy to have her brother, who actually understood and felt the pain she is feeling now, of what happened in the past.
"I'm really glad you said that, Shane. I thought I was going to lose you... I thought I was going to face this all by myself."
"Well, you don't have to. Whatever you need Mara, anything, anything at all... just call me."
"Thank you, Shane. And I accept."
Shane sighed. "That felt really good to finally get all of that out of my chest. I really did feel bad about everything I said to you... especially since I know what it's like."
"No, I understand. I mean... maybe I am a little overboard, a little bit too dramatic."
"A little bit?"
"Okay, maybe a lot, smartass."
Shane laughed. "There's the Mara, I know. Well, look I have to go help Mom with grocery shopping. Oh, the joy. I'll be at the story all damn day."
"Have fun." Mara joked. "You are so mean. But, hey, like I said... call me if you need anything."
"I will. Thanks Shane."
"I'll see you soon, Mar."
"See ya."
I'm taking this really slow... Sorry about all the mistakes you probably might see. I just had to spit this out (as I promised I would via Twitter) before I go to bed. I'm SUPER tired... so I hope you really enjoyed this Mara. Thanks a million for all the support and reviews on the story, keep em coming! And as for now, I'll be going to bed... nightie night Fanfiction! :D