I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.
Julie's Point of View-
We drove to the city closer to the airport to fly out of in the morning, luckily there weren't any fans waiting so I didn't have to pretend this relationship with Drew. I went up to the room with Wade, I changed immediately into my pajamas and snuggled into my bed.
"What's wrong?" Wade asked.
"Nothing, what makes you think something is wrong?" I asked.
"You haven't said a word all night."
"I have nothing to say." I said shrugging the best I could before I rolled over not wanting to continue this conversation. I woke up the next morning to my alarm sounding, I got up changing into an outfit that I hadn't worn yet and I didn't feel like showering since we were just flying home. I slid my heels on as my brother continued getting ready and checked us out before we went down driving the short distance to the airport where we went through the normal steps to be allowed up to our terminal where I plopped down in a seat putting my carry-on between my legs before I felt someone plop down beside me and I assumed it was my brother. I turned to tell him something seeing the long brown haired man that I was avoiding to an extent.
"Here's your damn biography….I don't know what I did that offended you or angered you, I don't know if it was because I had rice breath or what but I'm sorry…ignoring me or ignoring this whole thing is not going to help our situation because this…" He said pointing between us, "Has to work because if we can't be tight outside the ring, it isn't going to be good on the inside of the ring…so you got to communicate with me…whenever you get over this little fit or whatever, I'm open to talk." He said as he stood up leaving the pamphlet that he had wrote the biography in for me to read. I could tell he wasn't happy, I think I would be mad too, especially when it involves something this big for him and I didn't really have a reason to storm off. How am I to tell him that I was scared? That I was afraid that the kiss was more than just professional? Did I honestly think that kiss was more than just professional? I didn't know what to say or think right now. I just stared and let my eyes follow wherever Drew went, which wasn't far and he seemed to ignore the fact I was staring at him until our flight was called and we lined up going onto the plane claiming our marked seats, somehow I got a row by myself which was somewhat of a relief. I opened the pamphlet to read the pencil written biography Drew had written for me.
"'Julie Ann Bennett was born July 3rd, 1984 in Preston, Lancashire, England. She was the fourth member to her family, she has an older brother who she is dearly close to and he continues to be a big support in her life. At age of four, her family moved to Wales, England where she had spent rest of her schooling age at. After succeeding in graduating high school with GPAs above 4.0, she travelled Europe and other countries with her brother and friends to see the multiple monumental sites that were to be seen and snapping pictures along the way. Julie was always snapping pictures, no matter where she was she would have her camera ready to go for the right moment to capture the almost perfect, if not perfect, photo. She has always dreamed of one day getting at least one of her photos into a museum, when the offer of working with this museum came up after graduating college on all the honors programs that were offered, she had jumped at the chance. Julie is a very passionate person, dedicated to whatever she puts her mind to and one of the hardest workers anyone could ever meet. She puts her heart on the line for every photo she has took or anything she does, she gives it her all plus some to whatever it may be. She isn't a quitter, and she loves challenges. Julie truly is an all around amazing girl, and if you can't fall in love with her awesome personality, you will fall in love with her beautiful British accent of hers.'" I read to myself as I sat in my seat waiting for lift off as I looked over at Drew who sat in the same row but across the aisle from me. I couldn't help the smile that came to my face after reading it and the thought I know he must have put into the biography. When Drew looked over making eye contact with me, I quickly snapped my head back to look down at the paper in front of me and I smiled more. I closed it knowing there were no changes to be made to it, and even though I'm sure it isn't the best biography but it will due and if they don't like it then they can just deal. I found a spiral notebook in my bag, I pulled it out along with a pencil to write a note to Drew for him to read whenever he felt like it and hoped it wasn't until I was nowhere near him.
"'Drew- I'm sorry for the way I've been acting and kind of storming out on you out in the ring. I guess I am just scared about this whole kissing thing, I haven't really kissed anyone since high school and it's scary getting into it because I haven't done it in a while opposed to someone like you who probably has kissed plenty of girls. I guess I am just worried that I won't be good at this whole faking a relationship thing, I want to make it believable, I want it to work and just think that it all is falling apart because of me. When we kissed, it just threw me off balance kind of because I wasn't expecting that and I honestly think I got scared, I don't mean to ignore you. I guess I'm just uncomfortable about this whole thing and I am stressed with this museum and I have a lot of thoughts running through my mind so it's not you. I truly and deeply apologize. I owe you one.'" I wrote hoping that would suffice as I began to fold it and ready to hand over to him when it was right. The flight landed in Florida, we went to the baggage claim grabbing our bags before heading out to the car that we had brought here before driving to our house where we separated in different directions. Drew was putting his bags into his trunk as Wade was heading inside, I left my bags where they were as I slowly walked down to where Drew had parked and stood on the sidewalk beside his trunk.
"Are you going to say something or are you just going to stand there?" Drew asked as he looked over at me as he was trying to fix his bags to fit.
"I wrote you this…it explains everything." I said.
"What? Are we in high school now?" Drew asked as he glanced at the note then back to his bags.
"Drew, you going to take it or what?" I asked trying to give him attitude as he stood up turning to face me a little crossing his arms over his chest.
"No…whatever you wrote in there, you can say from your mouth because that note obviously came from your heart." Drew said as I nodded looking down at my feet before I let out a breath.
"Fine…I'm sorry Drew…I haven't meant to ignore you, I guess I'm just scared…." I said as I kicked at the curb sheepishly.
"Scared of what? Am I scary?" Drew asked as he was trying to make it comical.
"Stop it…" I said as I reached out trying to shove him playfully, "It's just…I haven't kissed a guy since high school and I guess I'm just afraid I'm out of practice, or that I have forgotten how to do it or that I'm not making it believable…on top of that, I guess I'm still a little uncomfortable kissing my best friend even if it is professional…you are like a brother to me and it's just weird…" I said honestly as I was nervously kept pushing strands of hair behind my ear looking down at my feet as I suddenly felt his strong muscled arms wrap around me holding me in his embrace.
"You kissed perfectly, kissing isn't something you need to practice…either you are good at it or you are bad at it, fortunately for you, you are good at it…." Drew said as he winked at me, for some odd reason I felt myself blushing at that simple gesture and statement, "Look, I was uncomfortable about it too and it is professional, nothing more…you want to know what I do?" Drew asked.
"What?"
"I don't think about it…."
"How do you not think about it since you are looking at me?" I asked confused.
"At any moment during our kiss did you think to yourself, 'I'm kissing Drew?'"
"No…" I said honestly.
"Exactly, I'm an empty slate…pretend I'm wearing a paper bag over my face and you are kissing anyone your heart desires." Drew said.
"I know you said that kissing isn't something to practice, but-"
"You want to practice so the uncomfortable feeling goes away?" Drew asked in an almost excited but intrigued way.
"Yeah…" I said pushing a non-existent hair behind my ear.
"We have time…let's do it in the ring, I don't want your brother thinking otherwise." Drew said as he nodded lightly towards behind me as I turned around seeing Wade peering from the kitchen window and I could tell he had his hands on his hips.
"What is he now? Father Bates?" I joked as we both chuckled.
"Apparently so…I'll see you Friday and text me tomorrow about how the meeting goes." Drew said as I nodded.
"Drive safe." I said as he smirked as he walked around his car climbing into the driver's seat as I walked onto the grassy front yard that Wade and I had. I watched as he pulled off to head home as I turned around heading inside the house. "Did you have to be like Father Bates and watch my every move?" I asked as I shut the door behind me as Wade walked out of the kitchen with a cup of water in his hand.
"I wasn't watching you…" He lied.
"Liar, I fucking saw you peering through the window…what do you think that Drew and I were going to do?" I asked.
"Nothing, I was just curious why you needed to talk to him, it just seemed weird to me…" Wade said shrugging.
"You shouldn't worry or be curious, I just had to thank him for writing my biography." I lied.
"Oh, he finished it?" Wade asked.
"Yeah, and it's not that bad." I said.
"You sticking to what he wrote then?"
"Yeah, probably…I think I'm going to go unpack and do some laundry because my nice clothes probably need to be washed before tomorrow."
"I would wear some heels tomorrow to make you more professional…"
"What are we now? What not to wear?"
"I'm just suggesting." Wade said smirking.
"Thanks though, but I think I got it covered." I said as I grabbed the bags I had brought in taking them back to my room where I pulled my laptop out to load up playing songs I had on my iTunes. I then began to pull out my clothes from my suitcase separating them into separate piles to wash before I went to my laundry basket pulling it onto my bed separating those too before I went to my closet looking at the clothes I would wear for an interview type, I wasn't quite sure what to wear. I pulled out a pair of black slacks along with a blue buttoned up long sleeve shirt as I grabbed it taking it out to the living room to ask Wade's opinion. "How about this?" I asked curiously.
"Seems a little bit manly, I want you to look a little bit more girly."
"Wade, I'm going for an orientation, interview thingy not a speed date. Why do I need to look girly?"
"Because you do…why don't you wear that black skirt you have?"
"Hold on…" I said as I went back to my bedroom hanging my pants back up grabbing the black skirt I knew Wade was talking about carrying it out. "Would it look stupid with the long sleeved shirt?" I asked.
"It does, this isn't that bad of a skirt, it goes knee length which is quite professional which will match the professionalism of the shirt." Wade said as I just stared at my brother with the words and the quality of a sentence he had just stuttered that also makes sense.
"With what heels?" I asked.
"I thought you said you got this?" Wade said as he looked to me smirking cockily.
"I did…but I just want to look my best and wanted your opinion…this means a lot to me and I don't want to mess this up."
"You can't mess it up with wearing the wrong shirt…well, you could if you walked in wearing one that was torn and bloody and you had tree branches stuck in your hair."
"I don't think I can pull off that look."
"I don't think so any…why don't you throw a load in the wash and I'll help with your shoes?" Wade asked.
"Thanks…"
"Just don't tell anyone I've gone girly and helping you with your shoes, because that isn't much of a manly thing for me to do."
"I'm sorry that you didn't have a younger brother, I tend to be girly sometimes and I have every right to be." I said.
"It's fine, I won't change you for the world." He said as he wrapped his arm around me pulling me to his embrace for a side hug.
"Let me put a load in…" I said as he nodded as he headed into the kitchen to do whatever as I carried a load of clothes to the laundry room starting the washer before I came out and went to the kitchen seeing Wade looking in the fridge. "What are you getting?" I asked.
"I was seeing if we had yogurt." Wade said.
"I think we ran out…I can go shopping tomorrow on the way home from my meeting." I said.
"If you want…you want to split the last of these apple slices?" Wade asked.
"Sure…" I said as he grabbed the container that had the rest of the apple slices carrying it towards my bedroom where he plopped down on my bed resting the container on his lap popping it open. "When did I get so many heels?" I asked as I was pulling out pairs of heels that would probably match the outfit.
"When Maryse raided her closet and you wear the same size and she found out you didn't own any." Wade said.
"I never would have had any heels if it wasn't for her, thanks to her I became girly."
"Opposed to the tomboy you were beforehand?"
"Yes…" I said as I heard the crunch of him biting into an apple slice as I laid out all the heels for him.
"I would go with either this pair or this pair." Wade said pointing at two pairs of heels that I was thinking that would do as well.
"I think these ones will fit better because I can walk better in these than I do the others." I said.
"All as fails, go with comfortable." Wade said.
"Nothing has been as true as that." I said smirking as I started putting my shoes back after I snagged an apple slice. Wade and I spent the day watching television and goofing off while I worked at my laundry, I tried to keep my nerves about tomorrow down about not to ruin my shots about doing this, it was pretty much already a done deal but I was afraid that I could still ruin it. It got closer to dinner and Wade called the local pizza delivery place and ordered us a pizza for dinner and we ate dinner as we played video games. It was nights like that I adored hanging with my brother because it was us just chilling and we didn't have to talk to have fun. I went into the laundry room pulling out the interview clothes I had washed separating before I found our ironing board and iron plugging it in as I got everything else ready before I began to iron. I ironed the clothes then hung them up to continue to be flat and crisp like I had ironed them to be, I carried them back to my room before I plopped onto my bed laying back stretching my arms above my head lazily as I stared up at the ceiling.
"You should get some sleep, you have to be up early…" Wade said as I looked over at the door frame that Wade was leaning against, he looked like he was about ready for bed himself.
"I know…" I said as I rolled my head back to look up at the ceiling.
"What time you have to leave?" Wade asked.
"I have to leave by 10 the latest because it's an hour to get into town and to get there, but I want to leave about 9:30 so I'll have extra time in case there is traffic or parking…"
"Which means you'll be up at 8?"
"Odds are yes…"
"I'll make sure I'll get up with you and see you off…" Wade said.
"Thanks…" I said.
"Get some sleep, relax and don't worry or stress over it too much where you can't sleep." Wade said as I looked over at him.
"I'll try not to, you going to bed?"
"Yeah, I'm tired…" Wade said as I nodded as I got to my feet meeting my brother in the middle giving him a tight hug, I oddly didn't want to let the hug go.
"Night, I love you." I said.
"Night, love you too…" Wade said as the hug broke and he walked out of my room heading towards his room across the house from me. I shut my door to keep the noise I may or may not make won't echo through the house and keep him up as I walked further in changing into my pajamas before getting comfortable on my bed. I laid there as my hands tried to make my pillow more comfortable as I cuddled with it somewhat trying to fall asleep but it seemed like it took forever to do that, I just laid there staring at the wall that I was facing with my eyes wide open and I think my thoughts, worries and nerves were keeping me awake.