A/N: *Sigh* In this chapter, Debra goes to Minnesota, and Steve is… well…. Read it!
Disclaimer: SCSA and Debra own themselves. Vince McMahon owns the WWF.
"Convient Store Convenience"
Chapter Six- Boarding the Plane
"My Aunt doesn't believe in television watching," Debra said as she got out of the car. "Will you contact me and tell me what happened on the WWF?" Steve had made his girlfriend a fan of the World Wrestling Federation. Steve stepped out of the car, too, and he looked at the airport. "Of course, I am gonna contact you. And why wouldn't I?"
Debra sighed. "Because as soon as I land in Minnesota, you're gonna find a prettier, more vibrant country gal and forget all about me." Steve laughed. "Who? Kelly? Come on!" With more seriousness, he said, "call me when you get to Minnesota, alright?"
Debra nodded. "I wish you can come with me, so I wouldn't be in pain like this." Debra didn't touch the tear that escaped from her glistening eyes. Steve did. "Me too," He said. He grabbed her hand. "Well, come on," He said. They entered the air-conditioned airport.
"I'm freezing!" Debra said.
"You're always freezing."
"Well, the gentlemanly thing to do is wrap your arms around me."
"Why would I do that?"
"Oh, Steve!"
Steve smiled. "Just kidding." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and kissed her on the cheek. "Come on," He said. "Let's drop your bags off." He dropped her bags off and sat down. "Come on, Debbie. Talk to me." Debra sighed. "Emotions are overwhelming me again. Steve, I…"
"Don't want to go, I know." Debra sniffed. "Stop mocking me. I really don't want to go. I am serious. I love being with you. You brought so much joy into my life." Steve hugged her. He didn't want her to see him cry. "Listen, Debra, I am not going to forget you. You're still my girlfriend. And when you come back from college…" Debra looked up. "What?"
Steve smiled. "We're gonna get married." Debra laughed in surprise. "Married?" Steve nodded. "And we're going to go in the WWF. I'll be the Texas Rattlesnake, and you can be my lovely wife." Debra leaned her head up against Steve's. "You're such a dreamer." Steve shrugged. "What? We Rednecks can put some spice into a story line!" Debra sighed. "Now I really wish I wasn't leaving." Steve held onto to Debra's hand. "You'll see. Because when we get married, my wife isn't going to live in some dingy apartment in southern Texas. She's going to live in a glitzy mansion in Los Angeles. And Vincent K. McMahon Junior will be my best friend."
Debra burst out in laughter. "You sure have our future planned out!" Steve smiled. "And even if that doesn't happen, I am going to give you the best life I can. You deserve it. I love-" He was interrupted by a loud boom. "FLIGHT 415 TO MINNESOTA IS NOW BOARDING!" Steve sighed. "You." He finished. "Come on, this is your flight."
Debra clutched onto his jacket. "I love you." She gave him a deep kiss and went through the turnstile. "I'll see you, okay?" Steve called over the boom of the airplanes. "Don't forget to call me!"
Steve didn't watch the plane fly off. His vision was too blurry. Debra didn't see him as the plane took off.
