Chapter 2 *
The girls met up back at the van and got back on the road. Monique looked at her sister who had this puppy dog statement that says I did something bad and am waiting for you to find out what it is.
"What's up with you?" Kirsten looked Monique,
"Nothing, I don't know what you're talking about." Monique could read her sister like a book and vice versa. One would never believe it considering the time that they had lost being apart for several years back onto that the age difference.
"You bought a magazine, didn't you?" Kirsten just smiled. "You are so bad. Who's on the cover?" Kirsten pulled out the WWF magazine with the Hardy Boyz on the cover. "Our men."
Monique laughed silently to herself-thinking our men what a concept. It felt like a school girls first crush the way these discussions went with Kirsten over these wrestlers. Unlike Kirsten, Monique had had her fill of celebrities. Having met her one teen idol and a few professional football players she never expected anything like that to happen again. After all it only happens to a lucky few once in a lifetime. Recently she had the opportunity to work voluntarily for a celebrity charity thanks to a family member who was a great friend-but the celebrity ended up ruining that cherished relationship. Once again-a man screwed something up. Monique had learned first hand that what you see on tv is definitely not the honest representation of the individual. It was very enlightening. The worst ones are like these wrestlers that Kirsten admires to distraction- the ones whose egos are bigger than their brains. Womanizing and most often than not-lying. For example a few nights ago-
one of these superstars who is widely known to be engaged was seen during a match to be flirting with 2 chicks in the audience. After his match he went over to them and stuck his head right on one's chest.
Kirsten broke her sisters reverie. "Lord help Matt and Jeff if they ever meet us."
Actually what Monique was thinking was lord help me if we ever meet them-not holding my breath or anything.
"Well since we're moving to Raleigh, ya never know." With that said, Kirsten tried to get her pillow situated to resume her attempt a nap. It'll be her turn soon to take over the driving duties. In the silence along 95 Monique wished she could shake the past as fast as the miles went slipping by.
The girls met up back at the van and got back on the road. Monique looked at her sister who had this puppy dog statement that says I did something bad and am waiting for you to find out what it is.
"What's up with you?" Kirsten looked Monique,
"Nothing, I don't know what you're talking about." Monique could read her sister like a book and vice versa. One would never believe it considering the time that they had lost being apart for several years back onto that the age difference.
"You bought a magazine, didn't you?" Kirsten just smiled. "You are so bad. Who's on the cover?" Kirsten pulled out the WWF magazine with the Hardy Boyz on the cover. "Our men."
Monique laughed silently to herself-thinking our men what a concept. It felt like a school girls first crush the way these discussions went with Kirsten over these wrestlers. Unlike Kirsten, Monique had had her fill of celebrities. Having met her one teen idol and a few professional football players she never expected anything like that to happen again. After all it only happens to a lucky few once in a lifetime. Recently she had the opportunity to work voluntarily for a celebrity charity thanks to a family member who was a great friend-but the celebrity ended up ruining that cherished relationship. Once again-a man screwed something up. Monique had learned first hand that what you see on tv is definitely not the honest representation of the individual. It was very enlightening. The worst ones are like these wrestlers that Kirsten admires to distraction- the ones whose egos are bigger than their brains. Womanizing and most often than not-lying. For example a few nights ago-
one of these superstars who is widely known to be engaged was seen during a match to be flirting with 2 chicks in the audience. After his match he went over to them and stuck his head right on one's chest.
Kirsten broke her sisters reverie. "Lord help Matt and Jeff if they ever meet us."
Actually what Monique was thinking was lord help me if we ever meet them-not holding my breath or anything.
"Well since we're moving to Raleigh, ya never know." With that said, Kirsten tried to get her pillow situated to resume her attempt a nap. It'll be her turn soon to take over the driving duties. In the silence along 95 Monique wished she could shake the past as fast as the miles went slipping by.