Chapter 3

They were back on the bus and it was getting late. Destiny stifled a yawn.

"I know I tend to talk too much, at least that's what Jeff always says."

"Not at all. You are a nice person Shane. I'm glad you hate to sit by yourself."

"Maybe we should try and get some sleep...

"Probably." She agreed.

They both fell asleep. Normally Shane had trouble falling asleep in strange places. Life on the road was hell for him in that aspect. But he had talked himself out.

When he awoke a few hours later Destiny was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder. He didn't mind. He put his chin on top of her head and stared out the window, noticing for the first time in a long time how beautiful the stars were piercing the darkened sky. He remembered the last time he had felt this comfortable with a woman... Mandy. She had dropped him cold for Matt Hardy. Not that Matt would have anything to do with her, he was one of Shane's best friends after all. He got that a lot. Women, and not just fans either, preferred the elder Hardy brother to the rest of their group. Jeff had his share of girls and Shannon wasn't that well known so he was more normal in the relationship department. Shane couldn't complain too much... It wasn't Matt's fault, there was just something about him... He knew Matt and Jeff and Shannon would be waiting for him when he stepped off of the bus. He smiled as he thought of spending time with them. His parents and sister and brother too. Not to mention Oreo and Moe, his cats. He wondered idly if Destiny was a dog person or a cat person. You could tell a lot about a person from their preference of pet. He was willing to bet she was a cat person.

The sun was just peeking over the horizon when Destiny opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was Shane's head on her shoulder. She smiled, he was such a nice guy. Destiny had no illusions. She was strong enough not to let her experience with Trace color her future relationships. She really liked Just Shane... She giggled to herself at the name she had bestowed upon him. She looked at him again. He was a gorgeous man. It was getting colder the farther East they went. The bus was stopping for breakfast. She gently shook him... He looked up at her smiling and stretching.

"Morning Just Shane!"

"Sorry Destiny..."

"It's ok, if I remember right I went to sleep with my head on your shoulder last night. Turn about is fair play."

Shane and Destiny exited the bus to clean up and get breakfast. They would be at their next change of buses in a couple of hours. Tomorrow they would be in North Carolina. They rode the rest of the way in companionable silence. Shane was reading a comic book and Destiny was drawing him again, this time as a superhero.

He looked over and laughed...

"What?" She asked.

"You wouldn't understand...unless you watch wrestling."

"So explain it to me."

"Ok, do you know anything at all about wrestling?"

"Just that it's not real..."

"Well the matches are scripted but I can tell you the danger and the injuries are real...I've had reconstructive surgery on my nose from it being broken, a major shoulder injury, and a 15-inch scar on my back from a cage match... Anyway, it's kind of like a soap opera. There are characters, we have scripts and storylines, writers, stuff like that. So anyway, currently my character is "Hurricane Helms" and he is a superhero, admittedly a bad one but it just struck me as funny you drawing that..." He laughed.