Author's Note: To understand this story, you must've read "Notice Me" before reading this. I don't own anything except for the character of Skye Alexander and her family and friends. I also am the creater of Randy Orton's baby sister, Anabelle. The wrestlers own themselves and Vince McMahon owns the WWE. I don't own any music mentioned in this either. The artists own it and yadi-yada. The cat named Snicklefritz is from 'Big Comfy Couch'. Nickelodeon owns Spongebob! And I don't own anything so I won't make this long. I just need to say that I'm doing this for fun! Yeah, yeah. You've probably heard that speech a million times so, I'll shut up now and proceed with the story. ***I'm SUPER sorry for taking this long to update. I hope you all didn't forget about this story! I just couldn't think up anything. Please review!***
The sidewalk scorched as their feet hit the pavement. They had just arrived in Mexico, and thought it'd be cool to walk around, barefoot. As soon as their feet touched the boiling pavement, they leaped into the air and shrieked. Torrie's curly blonde hair was hidden underneath a large straw hat and she had a pair of black sunglasses covering her eyes. She wore a light pink bikini with a sheer light pink sarong wrapped around her waist. Stacy had a hat on too, but hers was a light blue bucket hat. Her straight blonde hair was tied in two low pigtails and she wore a pair of light blue tinted sunglasses. Her feet were also bare and she wore a black tube top, showing off her toned stomach and a pair of jean short shorts, showing off her long legs. The two looked around, getting stares from the citizens of Cancun, Mexico. Stacy began to stare back at the citizens, lowering her sunglasses so they sat on her nose. "Hey! What are you staring at?!" Stacy shouted, startling some of the people who were just passing by. Torrie swat Stacy on the arm. Stacy Keibler yelped, rubbing her arm. "That hurt, Torrie!" She complained.
"If you shut up, I won't do it again. Remember why we're here, Stace? We're running away. We don't want to give ourselves away! Now, if anybody asks our names, we have to go by fake ones. Mine will be...uhh...Petunia Rose. What will yours be?" Torrie questioned, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. Stacy gasped.
"I wanted to be Petunia Rose! You got to be Petunia Rose last time!" Stacy whined.
"Nuh uh! When?" Torrie asked, stomping her foot on the ground. She cringed at the touch of the scorching concrete.
"Remember when we were trying to get into that club?! You were Petunia Rose that time! It's my turn now. You can be Corky Coaster." Stacy suggested. Torrie Wilson sighed and looked at her best friend.
"Fine. Whatever. Let's find something to do." Torrie said, as Stacy nodded in agreement. The pair began to walk the streets, catching sight of beautiful Cancun.
Moments later, they came across a beach. The beach was already filled with people of all ages, from the very young, building sand castles to the very old, walking around, enjoying all the sights. Stacy and Torrie walked over to the shore, slowly creeping into the cold water. Their feet were relieved, thankful that they didn't have to be on the hot pavement or the hot sand any longer. Stacy let out a sigh of relief as Torrie looked around the beach. She then turned to the long-legged blonde. "Not many hotties here, huh?" Torrie asked. Stacy took a look around at the crowded beach. At this time, most of the teenagers were in school. Some were skipping and spending the day at the beach, but the place was mostly filled with parents and their kids.
"Hola chicas!" A voice called out, right at that moment. Both Stacy and Torrie turned around to witness two guys watching them with smiles on their faces. One was a bit taller than the other. The taller one, had a short mullet and the other's hair was normal. The shorter one, with the normal hair had no facial hair, while the other one did. Both had dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hi!" Stacy waved, as they walked over to the ladies.
"What are a pair of beautiful girls like you two doing in Cancun?" The shorter of the two guys questioned. Torrie looked at Stacy. Stacy looked at Torrie. The ladies were silent for a moment, trying to make something up. A few seconds later, Torrie Wilson came up with a response.
"We're on vacation! Like most people here are. My name is Corky Coaster." Torrie greeted, giving them a cheeky smile. At the sound of her name, both guys cringed inside.
"And I'm Petunia Rose." Stacy said, extending her hand. At the sound of that name, the guys felt like running away. How could such beautiful girls have such ugly names? The one with the mullet shook Stacy's hand.
"I'm Eddie. And this is my cousin, Chavo." He replied.
"Hola." Chavo said.
"So, how do you like Cancun, Petunia?" Eddie questioned, cringing inside at the sound of the ghastly name. Chavo covered his mouth, snickering a little. Of course, Torrie and Stacy were too busy looking around to notice. Torrie sunk herself lower into the water. Stacy grinned.
"It's awesome so far! Really hot though! I mean, where we come from, it's never hot like this!" She stated.
"Where are you from?" Chavo asked, moving his arms around in the water.
"Uhh...Alaska!" Torrie answered quickly, before Stacy could tell them where they were really from.
"Well, Alaska's pretty cold, chicas! Of course, Cancun's hotter than Alaska! Anywhere is hotter than Alaska!" Eddie, the older and taller of the two guys laughed. Everybody else laughed along with him.
"Yeah, I guess so! So, Corky...how's the water?" She asked her friend, who was dunking her head in at the moment. Seconds later, Torrie Wilson emerged from the ocean's water and gave two thumbs up. Eddie and Chavo were leaning into each other, whispering.
"Corky? Petunia? These names are muy loco, Esse!" Eddie whispered to his cousin.
"I know, Esse! I know! But, they are fiiine!" Chavo said back.
"But I still can't get over the fact that their names are Corky and Petunia. I mean, that's just bad!" Eddie told him. Chavo nodded. Meanwhile, Stacy was now at the same level as Torrie, both of them treading water and whispering at each other.
"They're buying it!" Torrie beamed.
"I know. I can't believe it's working! Nice work with the Alaska cover-up. If I had to answer, I'd probably blurt it out." Stacy told her. Torrie nodded.
"Well, I had to think quick. I mean, they can't know. What if they heard about it on the news and find out its us?"
"Good point." Stacy said, looking back at the guys. The guys were now standing there, looking at them. Stacy Keibler stood up, smirking. "So, what's there to do in Mexico?"
The sidewalk scorched as their feet hit the pavement. They had just arrived in Mexico, and thought it'd be cool to walk around, barefoot. As soon as their feet touched the boiling pavement, they leaped into the air and shrieked. Torrie's curly blonde hair was hidden underneath a large straw hat and she had a pair of black sunglasses covering her eyes. She wore a light pink bikini with a sheer light pink sarong wrapped around her waist. Stacy had a hat on too, but hers was a light blue bucket hat. Her straight blonde hair was tied in two low pigtails and she wore a pair of light blue tinted sunglasses. Her feet were also bare and she wore a black tube top, showing off her toned stomach and a pair of jean short shorts, showing off her long legs. The two looked around, getting stares from the citizens of Cancun, Mexico. Stacy began to stare back at the citizens, lowering her sunglasses so they sat on her nose. "Hey! What are you staring at?!" Stacy shouted, startling some of the people who were just passing by. Torrie swat Stacy on the arm. Stacy Keibler yelped, rubbing her arm. "That hurt, Torrie!" She complained.
"If you shut up, I won't do it again. Remember why we're here, Stace? We're running away. We don't want to give ourselves away! Now, if anybody asks our names, we have to go by fake ones. Mine will be...uhh...Petunia Rose. What will yours be?" Torrie questioned, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. Stacy gasped.
"I wanted to be Petunia Rose! You got to be Petunia Rose last time!" Stacy whined.
"Nuh uh! When?" Torrie asked, stomping her foot on the ground. She cringed at the touch of the scorching concrete.
"Remember when we were trying to get into that club?! You were Petunia Rose that time! It's my turn now. You can be Corky Coaster." Stacy suggested. Torrie Wilson sighed and looked at her best friend.
"Fine. Whatever. Let's find something to do." Torrie said, as Stacy nodded in agreement. The pair began to walk the streets, catching sight of beautiful Cancun.
Moments later, they came across a beach. The beach was already filled with people of all ages, from the very young, building sand castles to the very old, walking around, enjoying all the sights. Stacy and Torrie walked over to the shore, slowly creeping into the cold water. Their feet were relieved, thankful that they didn't have to be on the hot pavement or the hot sand any longer. Stacy let out a sigh of relief as Torrie looked around the beach. She then turned to the long-legged blonde. "Not many hotties here, huh?" Torrie asked. Stacy took a look around at the crowded beach. At this time, most of the teenagers were in school. Some were skipping and spending the day at the beach, but the place was mostly filled with parents and their kids.
"Hola chicas!" A voice called out, right at that moment. Both Stacy and Torrie turned around to witness two guys watching them with smiles on their faces. One was a bit taller than the other. The taller one, had a short mullet and the other's hair was normal. The shorter one, with the normal hair had no facial hair, while the other one did. Both had dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hi!" Stacy waved, as they walked over to the ladies.
"What are a pair of beautiful girls like you two doing in Cancun?" The shorter of the two guys questioned. Torrie looked at Stacy. Stacy looked at Torrie. The ladies were silent for a moment, trying to make something up. A few seconds later, Torrie Wilson came up with a response.
"We're on vacation! Like most people here are. My name is Corky Coaster." Torrie greeted, giving them a cheeky smile. At the sound of her name, both guys cringed inside.
"And I'm Petunia Rose." Stacy said, extending her hand. At the sound of that name, the guys felt like running away. How could such beautiful girls have such ugly names? The one with the mullet shook Stacy's hand.
"I'm Eddie. And this is my cousin, Chavo." He replied.
"Hola." Chavo said.
"So, how do you like Cancun, Petunia?" Eddie questioned, cringing inside at the sound of the ghastly name. Chavo covered his mouth, snickering a little. Of course, Torrie and Stacy were too busy looking around to notice. Torrie sunk herself lower into the water. Stacy grinned.
"It's awesome so far! Really hot though! I mean, where we come from, it's never hot like this!" She stated.
"Where are you from?" Chavo asked, moving his arms around in the water.
"Uhh...Alaska!" Torrie answered quickly, before Stacy could tell them where they were really from.
"Well, Alaska's pretty cold, chicas! Of course, Cancun's hotter than Alaska! Anywhere is hotter than Alaska!" Eddie, the older and taller of the two guys laughed. Everybody else laughed along with him.
"Yeah, I guess so! So, Corky...how's the water?" She asked her friend, who was dunking her head in at the moment. Seconds later, Torrie Wilson emerged from the ocean's water and gave two thumbs up. Eddie and Chavo were leaning into each other, whispering.
"Corky? Petunia? These names are muy loco, Esse!" Eddie whispered to his cousin.
"I know, Esse! I know! But, they are fiiine!" Chavo said back.
"But I still can't get over the fact that their names are Corky and Petunia. I mean, that's just bad!" Eddie told him. Chavo nodded. Meanwhile, Stacy was now at the same level as Torrie, both of them treading water and whispering at each other.
"They're buying it!" Torrie beamed.
"I know. I can't believe it's working! Nice work with the Alaska cover-up. If I had to answer, I'd probably blurt it out." Stacy told her. Torrie nodded.
"Well, I had to think quick. I mean, they can't know. What if they heard about it on the news and find out its us?"
"Good point." Stacy said, looking back at the guys. The guys were now standing there, looking at them. Stacy Keibler stood up, smirking. "So, what's there to do in Mexico?"