The next morning Micayla woke up. She changed her clothes and went into the living room. John was folding up the blanket he used to cover up with the previous night.
"Good morning." John said.
"Good morning." "Thank you again for letting me stay here last night."
"You're welcome." "Would you like to get some breakfast?"
"Sure."
They went to a restaurant downstairs. They were eating there food.
"How are you feeling today?" John asked.
"Much better." "Thank you for talking me out of last night."
"You're welcome." "Micayla, why did you want to kill yourself?"
"It's complicated."
"Explain it to me."
"You'll think it's stupid."
"No I won't."
"Ok." "Well I happen to come from a rich family."
"What's so bad about that?"
"I liked when we didn't have money a lot better." "We didn't until I was about ten when my dad's business took off." "Then I saw him less and less." "He died of a massive heart attack when I was eighteen."
"I'm sorry."
"Thank you." "Anyway now it just seems like everything is happening so fast and it's all overwhelming."
"Like what?" She showed him her ring hand. "Oh, you're engaged?"
"Yes." "In three months I'll be Mrs. Carter Appleworth." "It's set to be the social event of the year."
"What does he do?"
"Stocks and investments."
"What do you do?"
"Sit at home."
"You don't work?"
"No I wanna work but Carter says I don't need to."
"Doesn't what you want matter?"
"Carter says it's for the best."
"How like have you been together?"
"Twelve years." "Since I was eighteen."
"So that would make you thirty?"
"Yeah."
"You're just now getting married?"
"Carter likes to take his time with things."
"I'll say." "Where did you meet?"
"Ashmore Prep."
"Private school?"
"Yeah." "I hated it."
"I went to a private school to but I liked mine."
"Which one?"
"Cushing Academy in Massachusetts."
"You don't seem like the type." "Then again I'm really not either." "If I had my choice I would've went to public school." "My kids are going to public school."
"You have kids?"
"No I meant when I have kids." "That will be my life." "A homemaker."
"That doesn't sound like that's all you want to be."
"I'll be happy raising the kids when the time comes." "I'd just like to contribute a little."
"I can understand that."
"At least someone can."
"Do you love him?"
"What?"
"Do you love him?"
"Don't be silly." "He's my fiancée." She said trying to hide her uncomfortableness. "Enough about me." "What do you do John?"
"I'm a professional wrestler."
"I'm sorry?" " "A what?"
"I work for a company called World Wrestling Entertainment we go all over the world and put on wrestling matches for people." "That's why I'm here."
"Oh." "Well thank you for breakfast." "I should be heading home."
"Yeah." "Carter's probably worried sick about you."
"He's on a business trip till Thursday."
"Since he's not gonna be home tonight, wanna come to the show?"
"Your wrestling show?"
"Yeah."
"Sure."
"I'll leave a ticket for you at the box office."
"Ok."
"It's at Allstate Arena."
"Ok." "What time should I be there?"
"Seven."
"Alright." "See you then."
"Ok."
Micayla went home to her mansion. She'd been home for about a half hour when the doorbell rang. It was two of her friends. They were the stuck-up snob types. Micayla was only friends with them because there husbands worked with Carter. They went to the backyard. They were on the patio drinking coffee.
"Micayla you have to come with us to the country club tonight." Her friend Robin said. "It's going to be fabulous."
"I can't.
"Why?"
"I have other plans."
"You must come." Her other friend Penny said. "It won't be the same without you."
"Maybe next time."
A few hours later when Micayla was getting ready to go her cell phone started to ring.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hi." Carter said. "Just doing my daily check in."
"How are things?"
"Fine how are things with you?"
"Fine."
"Good."
"I could use some relief when I get home."
"Ok."
"I have to go."
"Alright bye."
"Bye."
Micayla went to the arena. After she understood how worked and got into it she was having a good time. After the show she was escorted backstage by security to John's locker room. She went inside.
"Hi." He said. "Did you have fun?"
"Yeah."
"Do you have to go straight home?"
"No."
"Wanna go out for a few drinks?"
"Sure."
They went to a bar. They were both on there third beer. She looked at the pool table.
"Wanna play?" John asked.
"I don't know how."
"I'll teach you."
"Alright." They both got a pool cue. "I feel silly I don't even know how to hold this."
"Here." John came around to her side of the table. "Bend over you'll get a better shot that way."
"Ok." She bent over so did he to help her with her shot. He put his hand on her hand that was holding the pool cue.
"Loosen your grip." She did. "Good." "Now put your other hand on the table and when you take your shot let the cue slid between your first two fingers. She hit the white ball lightly partially breaking the rack of balls. "Good we'll work on it."
After two more hours they went to there cars. They were parked next to each other.
"I had a great time tonight." Micayla said. She smiled.
"I'm glad." "You have a beautiful smile."
"Thank you."
"Can I see your cell phone for a minute?"
"Sure." She handed it to him.
"I'm putting my number in here." "If you ever need to talk call me."
"Ok." She looked up in the sky. "Look a shooting star."
"I see it." He said looking up.
"We have to make a wish." After it passed he looked at her
"What did you wish for?"
"Something I can't have." "I should go."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."