**Ellie, why the flight attendant? I don't know. He was a male and she
wanted to know when the plane was leaving I suppose. Not everyone is older
than you. You're older than my brother, and my sister. Deb, yeah sure.
Casually walking by. I bet. Lol no, he's like me with black hair means he
looks like me if I had black hair. Which I did for awhile but ah, it turned
out to be a terrorist attack. If you touch my head with that crowbar I
shall be forced to, well to cry. Then maybe never work on another story as
long as I live.**
The thought just hit me like a bird hitting a clean glass window. Who is Misty's male companion? Surely we didn't go to school with him because I don't remember him. Although that doesn't mean much. I'm sure there are plenty of people in the school I didn't know.
I look at over at Adam and I see he's sleeping. I don't blame him. I mean we've been here how long? I don't know anymore. I've lost track of time. All I know is I looked outside about half hour ago and the weather shows no signs of letting up. I already contacted Stephanie McMahon and she said she'll find someway to work the show without Adam and I. The reason Adam and I are the only two being delayed is everyone already went to the arena whereas we had to fly halfway across the damn country to do an autograph signing. If all had worked out we would have gotten to the arena just in time for the show. Shit happens though.
Oh boy, do I ever know shit happens.
**Flashback**
"Do you know what A.J.'s problem is?" I ask Misty that night over dinner. She stops eating and stares at me coldly.
"AJ? In our English class?" She asks. I shiver. Her eyes. They're scaring me. I've never seen such hate in them.
"Yes." I manage to answer.
What was the question?" She asks. This is the first time I've seen her nervous and not on top of her game.
"Do you know what AJ's problem is?" I ask again. She narrows her eyes.
"Do I look like a fucking psychologist now? Jesus Christ! I'm a fucking mathematician! I like numbers, I'm not interested in how people fucking work!" She snaps. I shrink back. She stands up and knocks her plate off the table.
"John Felix Anthony Cena I don't believe you!" She's going on. I jump up and lightly grab her wrists so she stops throwing things.
"Misty, Mist, its ok, I'm sorry." I say lowly and lightly kiss her. She calms down just enough to rip her hands out of mine, grab my head, pushes me down on the table and kisses me roughly. As quickly as she did it, she lets go. I slowly stand back up.
"I don't know what I did but I'm sorry." I apologize. She sits back down at the table.
"Sit down John, eat." She says sweetly. I sit down. I'm confused. Did that just happen?
**End flashback**
Now that I think about it, the guy looks slightly familiar. I'm probably just tired though.
The thought just hit me like a bird hitting a clean glass window. Who is Misty's male companion? Surely we didn't go to school with him because I don't remember him. Although that doesn't mean much. I'm sure there are plenty of people in the school I didn't know.
I look at over at Adam and I see he's sleeping. I don't blame him. I mean we've been here how long? I don't know anymore. I've lost track of time. All I know is I looked outside about half hour ago and the weather shows no signs of letting up. I already contacted Stephanie McMahon and she said she'll find someway to work the show without Adam and I. The reason Adam and I are the only two being delayed is everyone already went to the arena whereas we had to fly halfway across the damn country to do an autograph signing. If all had worked out we would have gotten to the arena just in time for the show. Shit happens though.
Oh boy, do I ever know shit happens.
**Flashback**
"Do you know what A.J.'s problem is?" I ask Misty that night over dinner. She stops eating and stares at me coldly.
"AJ? In our English class?" She asks. I shiver. Her eyes. They're scaring me. I've never seen such hate in them.
"Yes." I manage to answer.
What was the question?" She asks. This is the first time I've seen her nervous and not on top of her game.
"Do you know what AJ's problem is?" I ask again. She narrows her eyes.
"Do I look like a fucking psychologist now? Jesus Christ! I'm a fucking mathematician! I like numbers, I'm not interested in how people fucking work!" She snaps. I shrink back. She stands up and knocks her plate off the table.
"John Felix Anthony Cena I don't believe you!" She's going on. I jump up and lightly grab her wrists so she stops throwing things.
"Misty, Mist, its ok, I'm sorry." I say lowly and lightly kiss her. She calms down just enough to rip her hands out of mine, grab my head, pushes me down on the table and kisses me roughly. As quickly as she did it, she lets go. I slowly stand back up.
"I don't know what I did but I'm sorry." I apologize. She sits back down at the table.
"Sit down John, eat." She says sweetly. I sit down. I'm confused. Did that just happen?
**End flashback**
Now that I think about it, the guy looks slightly familiar. I'm probably just tired though.
