Story Six: Stacy's Crush

A Wish Upon A Star

"Wow, a bright star!" Stacy squealed excitedly as she jumped up and down softly on the balcony of her hotel room.  After spending a grueling day at a taping of Smackdown, she was tired.  The dark midnight sky was calling her though, so she went out to her balcony to stare into the sky to think about her life.

Stacy smiled to herself.  She felt a little silly for even thinking about it, but she didn't care.  She felt the need to be childish at times, giving her a break from the real life she lives.  Stacy left the sliding door back into her room open slightly, passed the patio-like table and chairs, and leaned against the railing and stared at the bright star for a couple of minutes.

Then she looked to the balcony on her left, and noticed that the door was slightly ajar and a light was on in the room.  She waited a few minutes to see if anyone would come out and when no one did, she looked to the right.  That room didn't seem occupied at all.  She breathed in the cold air, and then slowly blew it out.

"Here it goes," she whispered.  "Star light, star bright, the brightest star I see tonight.  I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."  She closed her eyes tightly and chanted the wish in her head.

Noise from the balcony on the left caused her eyes to snap open.  She leaned over her balcony to see if anyone was there.  Seeing nothing there again, though she could see much, her hand went to her rapidly beating heart, and she breath a sigh in relief.

The last thing I need is someone hearing that, she told herself.  Already many people thought she was childish... too young for them.  True she is one of the youngest in the company, but she grew up a lot too.  Being in the wrestling business does that to you.

No one sees that though.  All they see is a young, blonde skinny girl, who uses sex as a means to get her way... which is far from the truth.  She wished they didn't see that.

"I wonder if he sees me like that," Stacy mumbled to her.  "I hope not."

The worst thing about being seen that way was that most men did see that.  They expected that too... and many times she just lets them think that.  It's tiring trying to convince otherwise.  That's why she was scared to approach him.  If he thought as the others did, would all that he be expecting would be sex?

She shrugged her shoulders at that.  "Probably... or maybe Trish is right.  He's different then the rest of the guys.  He's sweet, nice, and handsome." 

Stacy chuckled to herself as she thought of Trish advice.  She was already going through a lot with her own relationship; it was amazing that she had time, or the energy, to even help her.  She had her own major drama to deal with.  Sometimes we wondered why she cared.  Stacy had guessed it was to keep her mind off her own problems, so she let her give advice and help.

"'Just tell him you like him.'  That harder than you think Trish," Stacy whispered.  "How do you tell a guy that you like him and want to go out?"

"You say... 'I like you, wanna go out?'  Then he says yes, because he likes you and been waiting for you to ask," a voice says from the balcony next to her.

She back stumbled against the table, shocked to hear a voice next to her... a very familiar voice.  The voice of the guy she had a crush on.  Minutes passed before she came to her sense, she walked back to the railing and looked over to the balcony where she heard his voice.  She didn't see him there, so she settled back to her original position against the railing.  "Okay... maybe I'm just hearing things.  I swear I heard him over there though."

"You did," he said.  "I was over there."

Stacy turned behind to see him leaning against the opened door of her room to the balcony.  "Hi," she squeaked out.

He smiled, walked through the sliding door, and stood in front of her.  "Hi."

"You heard me, didn't you?" she asked.

He nodded his head slightly.

Stacy's hand went to her head.  "God, I feel like a fool..."

"Why?  I talk to myself, and the stars, too," he said.  He felt awkward standing there and stuffed his hands into his pants pockets nervously.  "So, don't feel like a fool."

She moved her hand from her head and smiled shyly.  "Why are you here?"

"You sounded like you needed some help with a problem," he said.

Stacy smiled and nodded her head no.

"You don't need help?" he asked curiously.

"Nope," she said.  Well, Trish I'm going to take your advice, she told herself.  "I really like you... and I have for a while.  So I was wondering, hoping, that you would like to go out on a date with me..."  Stacy tried to not look so hopeful that he would say yes.  She didn't know his feelings towards her, but she hoped it would be the same as hers for him.

He smiled brightly.  "I like you too.  I came over here, to really ask you out... but you beat me to it."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes..."

Stacy took his hand in hers.  "So Kurt Angle... what do you say?"  She closed her eyes.

"Stacy, why are you closing your eyes?" Kurt asked.

"I wished upon a star... and I'm hoping that it will come true."

Kurt brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.  "What time are you picking me up?"

She opened her eyes and smiled.  "Wishes do come true."