Chapter 8

AUTHORS NOTE: THERES A LOT OF BAD WORDS IN HERE, LOL, SO DONT GET MAD, SORRY. IM NOT REALLY SORRY BUT I HAVE TO SAY THAT SO YOU CAN THINK THAT. LOL

"What fuckin time is it?" asked Amanda aggravated as she sat on the plane.

"8:15" said Lindsay looking at her watch.

"When are we gonna get to St. Louis?" Amanda asked.

"I don't know. The plane hasn't even left here yet. I say we wont get there till about 12:30, maybe 1." said Lindsay

"Well why the hell haven't we gone yet, damn!" "Amanda complained"

"I don't know!" said Lindsay getting annoyed.

"I swear, who the hell in their fuckin minds would ride a plane this early?! Who the hell would fly a plane this damn early?! And why the fuckin hell is it so bright out!" yelled Amanda opening the shade on the window just a crack before slamming it down.

"Sorry. It's a little too early in the morning for her." Lindsay said to the other wrestlers and passengers.

"Sounds to me like she needs some beer." said Steve sitting in front of Amanda and Lindsay.

"No Steve! Don't say that in front of her! If she has some like she is now, who knows how irritable shell get." Lindsay scowled, thanking the heavens above that Amanda didn't hear him.

"What? Beer? Alcohol?" asked Steve confused.

"Alcohol!" shouted Amanda.

"See!" said Lindsay rolling her eyes. "Now she's gonna get drunk off her ass!"

"I think I found my new drinking partner." said Steve smiling.

"I need something." said Amanda before she started to climb over Lindsay and Chris's laps. "Hey waitress, or bartender, or hostess, or whoever the fuckin hell you are!" said Amanda calling over a flight attendant.

"Yes?" asked the young lady.

"Yes, hi." said Amanda sitting back in her own seat. "Hi, do you have alcohol?"

"Do you have id?"

"Of course!" Amanda replied gitty as she got it and handed it to the flight attendant."

"Okay." she said giving Amanda her drivers license back. "What would you like?"

"Tequila, and lots of it!"

"Okay. Just a minute."

"Okay." said Amanda with a smile.

2 HOURS LATER, AND A BOTTLE AND A HALF OF TEQUILA LATER,

"Ya know what's fun about drunks?" Chris asked Lindsay.

"What?"

"If you get them totally wasted, they'll tell you anything and everything."

"Oh." said Lindsay as Chris turned back around to talk to Amy. "Hmmmmmmm, anything and everything." said Lindsay to herself thinking. "Hey Cerenity." she said tapping Amanda on the shoulder, who was looking out the window like she was five years old.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?" Amanda slurred, turning around.

"Hey, what happened this morning? Why were you late?"

"This morning? Hmmmmmmm" said Amanda taking another swig of tequila. "Oh yes, I remember. Okay hmmm, someone called me..."

"That was me." said Lindsay.

"Hey, it was you that called me." said Amanda giggling. "Then, I went and changed and did my make up. And then I went into the hall, and saw this guy. I know the guy, but I don't member him." said Amanda confused "I think his name started with a P."

"Paul?" Lindsay asked.

"No, and he was tall, and had muscles, and blonde hair, and his nick name is triple hhh..."

"Paul?"

"No, no. And he was nice. And, ooo, his name was Paul!" Lindsay rolled her eyes. "And then he said that he thought it was me and Randy in Randy's room, doing the." she paused looking around before whispering" the nasty. SO anyways," her voice going back to normal. "He showed me where Randy's room was, so I went. But Trish was there. So it was her and Randy doing it. And that's all I member." said Amanda finishing off her 2nd bottle.

2 MORE HOURS LATER AND 1 MORE GIANT BOTTLE, AND 3 LITTLE TEQUILAS LATER.

"Amanda cmon, walk."

"But I wanna sleep." whined Amanda who was getting help from Lindsay on walking.

"Sleep later."

"Iowannaiwannasleepnanayadablahgfhahsflhkhkfheahdamnfucksleep." she said collapsing against the wall.

"Need help?"

"No, I don't need help from you Randy." said Lindsay trying to get Amanda away from the wall, but she was already passed out.

"Why not?"

"Because." said Lindsay turning around. "This is all your fault!"

"How's this my fault?" he asked appalled

"Because if it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have had all that tequila."

"You let her have tequila?! Why?! How much did she have?!" he asked pissed as he picked Amanda up and Lindsay followed.

"First of all, she'll be turning 23 in like 3 months so I'm pretty sure she's considered an adult, therefor she can make her own decisions. 2nd, cause she wanted some cause you broke her fuckin heart, and third, about 3 giant bottles and 3 little ones."

"Damnt!" shouted Randy. "She's not going to be able to handle all of that, you know she used to have a fuckin drinking problem and how did I break her heart?!" he said stopping as soon as they got out of the airport.

"You slept with Trish last night, and no I didn't know she had a drinking problem."

"Well she did, and I did not sleep with Trish. I was with Dave, Jay, and Chris all night. Who told you I slept with Trish?"

"Manda." replied Lindsay

" How many bottles of tequila did she have when she told you that?"

"Two big ones."

"There's you answer."

"Well why was Trish in your room this morning?" asked Lindsay confused.

"I switched rooms with her."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so can I take Amanda home now?" he asked.

"As long as she's back before the meeting."

"Yeah, yeah. She will. Bye."

"Bye."

Randy then took Amanda over to his car that was still in the parking lot and slid her in the back so she could sleep. Then he put both their bags in the trunk and left.

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