For the past week all i've heard is...well Ric says we should do this. Oh no Fleur you mustn't do that because Ric says blah blah blibbity blah. Do i look like i care what Ric the Nature Boy Flair thinks. Nature Boy? What kind of a nickname is that! We have also started watching wrestling. I happen to know for a fact that mom hates wrestling. She never let Dad have it on when they were together but know the allmighty Ric Flair has told her to watch. I can't believe she hasn't stood up to him. The cheek of it, him telling us how to run our lives. Well i've got news for you Mr Big shot i feel like shouting out, me and My mom were fine before you came along. He's no good for us i mean he's divorced for gods sake. Ok ok mom's divorced too. It's far too soon for her to be dating anyone again especially him. I even told mom that yesturday and do you know what she did! She laughed at me! She said i was being dramatic and she had been divorced for ten years. Yes well parents should stay together or stay single. I suppose i should have kept my mouth shut because now mom thinks that me and Ric need to spend 'quality' time together, whatever that means. So right now i'm sat in some business conference with Ric listening to some man in a grey suit going on and on about some business type thing. I've already forgotten his name. Why am i here you ask, i haven't got a clue. Mom thinks i'll start to like Ric's job more if i see what goes on. Yeah right! Oh great the man in the grey suit just asked me somthing and i wasn't listening!
"Excuse me what was that last part?" I ask smiling sweetly
"We believe in logistical formative alliances" the man says again.
Oh my god what the hell does logistical mean? Ok just relax and agree.
"Of course!" i exclaim my voice sounding a littler higher than it normally does.
The man continues to babble on about something or other. As discreetly as possible i peer at the business card on his desk. Vince McMahon it says in bold lettering. I knew that! I sigh and look up at the big clock on the wall. Oh god i don't believe it i've only been here for fifteen minutes and i can't take anymore. I reach down into my bag and pull out a can of fizzy pop. As carefully as possible i pull back the ringpull. There is a huge explosion as my diet Dr pepper spurts all over Mr Mcmahon and his expensive looking suit.
"Shit!" I exclaim "i mean i'm so sorry.."
I look up slowly to face the angry and very wet Mr Mcmahon. He really is quite scary. I gulp slightly and i can hear a snickering from behind me. Just great i'm now the laughing stock of the meeting and to top it all off Ric is going to tell my mom and she's going to think i did it on purpose. I swear if looks could kill i'd be gone by now under Vince's steely glare.
"Would you look at the time i best go" I say quickly grabbing my bag and running out of the door. I pause and turn to face Ric.
"Ric" i say as sweetly as possible "could you lend me some money so i can get another can of Dr pepper?"
Mr Mcmahon growls so i've decided to forget the money. I mean he is a big scary wrestler after all.
I walk slowly along the hallways as i wallow in self pity. How was i meant to know the can would explode? I sigh as i sit down in the front enterance. I pick up a magazine and flick through it feeling depressed as i see all the skinny models with perfect hair and perfect skin. As if anyone really look's like that! I look up as someone walks past. Great, it's a group of skinny girls with perfect hair and perfect skin. Maybe i should take up diet i was meaning to do. Even more perfect, Ric has just appeared at my side.
"Er..i'm sorry about what happend in there.." I start
"That's ok" He tells me
"I really didn't mean to.." I continue
To my surprise Ric starts laughing. Charming!
"What's so funny?" I demand
"The look on McMahons face!" he exclaims and starts laughing again.
I let out a small snort of laughter and the next thing i know we're both in hysterical giggles
"Oh the look on his face" I say between giggles.
The receptionist takes a drink of diet Dr pepper and we're off again earning ourselves dirty look's from the woman who is now typing a letter and checking her hair in a compact mirror.
"Just one thing, please please don't tell my mom!" I beg him
Ric and I may find it funny but my mother most certainly will not.
"Don't worry i won't" he tells me with a little grin.
Ok so maybe he's a bit better and he's not going to tell Mom what happend but i still seriously hate him. And they really aren't going to last!