Chapter 11 – Cars and Wal-Mart.
Rylee, Laura, Amy and Trish stepped out of the airport. Rylee and Laura gasping for air. "Are we standing under a broken vent or something?" Laura said looking around above her head.
"No, it's always this hot." Trish laughed as they were joined by the men carrying their cases. Trish walked over to Rey Mysterio and planted a kiss on his forehead. "You're a star Rey-Rey."
"No worries chica." The short Mexican handed her, her suitcase and blushed slightly. John, Randy, Matt Hardy and Dave walked behind him, dragging their cases along with the women's as well.
"Damn women." John muttered dragging Rylee's case; he looked up when he heard a scream from Rylee.
"MUH CAR!" Rylee dropped her backpack on the scorching hot pavement. Practically jumping on her father, Vince McMahon.
"Calm down Rylee." He chuckled at his adopted daughter hugging the McLaren F1 in front of her.
"That's your car?" Randy asked in amazement.
"Err, yeah. Why?" Rylee stopped hugging the hood of her car, to look at the Legend Killer, and the men around him with their mouths hanging down to the floor.
"You have the Ferrari Enzo and a McLaren F1?" John asked.
"You haven't seen her Koenigsegg CC yet." Laura smirked.
"You're what?" Dave yelped.
"Question Vince." Randy said. "Can you adopt me too?" Randy asked with pleading eyes.
"Pfft." Laura folded her arms across her chest.
"Sorry, I have to adopt this one first." Vince chuckled hugging Laura, who stuck her tongue out at Randy over Vince's shoulder. "Well, I advise you go to the hotel now, its about two hours away, and get ready for tomorrow night's show." Vince continued in a more serious tone.
"Righto Papi." Rylee beamed hugging Vince again.
"See you at the arena." Vince walked over to his limo, the driver opened the door. "And don't be late." He yelled back looking directly at the divas.
"Ok then, who's coming in muh wonderful car?" Rylee said, still beaming like a Cheshire cat. Every one took a step back except from John and Laura.
"I wanna try that car out." John said in his defence as all of the superstars looked at him, wondering if he had actually lost his mind.
"Well, I'll ride with smirkzilla over there." Laura said hoisting her bag up onto her shoulder, as Rylee climbed into the driver's seat.
"Come on then." Rylee yelled at John as he clambered into the passenger seat. She revved up the engine as the rest of the gang walked away to get their rentals. Rylee passed her bag to John.
"I'm seriously doubting getting in here." John said looking back at the gang.
"Well ya can't do anything now." Rylee laughed as she sped off out of the airport parking lot. She smiled hearing the engine of her car racing through traffic.
"What engine this got?" John smirked, deciding that she wouldn't know.
"V12." She smiled. John's smirk disappeared.
"Err, well, what suspension?"
"Double wishbones, front and rear." A muffled sound came from Rylee's bag which she had flung at John a few minutes after he entered the car.
"Er, Ry, why exactly in ya bag talking to me?" John peered inside of the backpack.
"Pass it here." John handed the punk, her black and yellow backpack as they slowed down in some traffic. Rylee rummaged around in the bag for a while before pulling out a neon green walkie-talkie with yellow, blue and black charms dangling from it. ((Chit chats on walkie talkies))
Laura: Ya think she's gone completely insane…
Jeff: Probably…
Amy: You people scare me sometimes…
Rylee: Oh we are back in business ladies…
Jeff: Erm, HELLO, not a lady…
Rylee: Are ya sure about that…
Jeff: Shut up…
Laura: Okay, then ladies and gentleman, up ahead we have a Wal-Mart…
Amy: You think we are allowed back in them yet…
Jeff: Probably not…
Rylee: Oh well, I want some candy…
Laura: Yup I need some sort of caffeine or else smirkzilla over here's gunna go through the windscreen…
Randy: Now hey, just because you aint getting none…
Laura: Oh and you are…
Amy: Ladies and gentleman, what we are experiencing here is a slight domestic…
Rylee + Jeff: Hahahahahahahahahahaha…
Laura + Randy: SHUT UP!
Rylee: Right pull into the parking lot then…
Amy: Out…
Rylee: Out…
Laura: I swear to God Randy, oh out…
Jeff: hahahhaha out ladies…
"Are they always like that?" John laughed as Rylee flicked the walkie talkie off and dropped it to the floor.
"Always." Rylee laughed pulling her gleaming blue McLaren F1 into the Wal-Mart parking lot.
The gang all formed outside the doors of Wal-Mart. Rylee and John first, then Amy, Dave and Rey, then Trish and both hardy boys. And finally one Legend Killer and his fuming brunette. Laura stepped out of the car and swung the door with such force that it near came off the hinges.
"Well hello. Caffeine?" Rylee smirked.
"Yes please." Laura stalked into the shop heading for the café.
15 minutes later and caffeine injected…
Rylee stood in John's arms checking out the back of his album. "Ya know you look real hot there." She said pointing at the picture on the back.
"Um, really?" John smirked kissing her neck softly. Rylee turned to face him and kissed John gently, his hands wandering down the back of her tank top.
"Woooooohooooooo!" Rylee and John broke apart to see Laura running down the aisle with a bin liner floating above her head. She skidded to a stop in front of the couple.
"I am batman." She declared. "Come Robin, to the bat cave." Laura grabbed Rylee's arm and pulled her off down the aisle and into the next. John followed, seeing them dive into a tent in the camping section, he clear his throat.
"Ladies could you please remove yourselves from the tent." Laura's head poked out of the tent.
"Only if you bring pillows from the bedding department." She smirked, and quickly pulled herself back into the tent. Zipping it shut again. John decided to leave them in search for some more sane people.
A/N: like that's gunna happen. Lmao. Plz review me n Tay are getting awful lonely. Aint we Tay? Tay? Aw, bugger. Tay rocks muh review box, x abbey x.