SHANE'S POV
I carefully hung the phone back on the receiver before rushing to catch up with my co-workers and friends who were already boarding the plane that would take us to the next destination of our Rolling Thunder Down Under Tour. Within moments I was sliding into a seat next to one of my best friends, Matt Hardy. "I can't believe you said that… I could have been on the phone to my parents" I said shaking my head at the comment he had made whilst I was on the phone,
"Yea but since when do you call your parents Jamie? I swear you've turned queer." "Nah, I still love my ladies. I think I was feeling a bit sick last night, that's all going to change. Watch out Melbourne there's a Hurricane on the loose" "Sure whatever just make sure you don't wake half the hotel when you stumble back in with some bird on your arm" "Haha, yea whatever" "Oh yea maybe you should change and shower, would you like me to lend you some clothes? I hear the Australian girls aren't as attracted to holey t-shirts and old sweat pants as the American girls are" "Blow it out your ass Hardy." I muttered annoyed at his constant jabs at my clothing style.
Later that night I did go out but to a drive through movie and sat there in my rental watching an old black and white film. After the movie I walked around the main street of Melbourne where I met a young girl, she looked about a year or so younger than Jamie, who automatically fawned all over me. Loving the attention I put my arm around the young girl as escorted her back to the hotel. As I opened the door to room 137, the room I was staying in, the young girl lay down the rules,
"What's your name?" I asked once she had finished talking,
"Kristie" She replied in her voice that had yet to mature,
"I'm Shane" I said walking into the room and putting my stuff on the counter,
"I know who you are. My brothers are big wrestling fans." This girl has brothers? She has a family? I pushed these thoughts out of my mind, unknown why they were coming to me now as they had never occurred with anyone else. "I personally can't stand it. Anyway are we going to get this done? I need the money" She asked as I tried to stop thinking about her family. I just nodded and went over to the bed.
Once we had finished I turned to her and without thinking said,
"Stay tonight" "No I can't I've got to get some more business, I really need the money" "How much would you make in a night?" I asked and waited for a response once she had answered I went to my bag and pulled out my check book, writing down triple the amount she had said before tearing the paper away from the rest of the book and handing it to her,
"This is more than triple what you owe" The young girl said looking down in shock,
"I know but you look like you are no older than 16…" I started watching the girl hang her head, allowing me to work out that I had guessed her age. "You should be out doing 16 year old things not selling yourself. At least with this you can stay at home or a friend's for a couple of nights." I may have sold my sole to the devil but I was sure as hell going to try and get it back, I thought as I pushed the check into the girl's hand. Once Krystal, Kirsty, Kristie or what ever her name was had finally taken the money then left, even with me insisting that she stayed, I lay back on the hard hotel bed and drifted off into a restless sleep.
I was walking down the middle of a busy road in a town that I had never seen before; I wasn't going anywhere particular just wandering. Even though I was in the middle of the road I wasn't fazed by the cars flying past and amazingly not hitting me, I just trusted the drivers to miss. I soon realized there was a young boy, aged 4 at the oldest crossing the road to meet me in the middle,
"It's late you should be in bed. Where's your mother?" I asked the young boy but he ignored my question and said,
"Your lost I take you home" And took my hand leading me down the middle of the busy road. "What's your name?" I asked following the young boy,
"Gregory but you call me Shane. Your Shane too" The boy replied not talking his eyes off the route we were taking. Soon we turned off the busy highway and onto a deserted country road. "Where are we going?" I asked the boy,
"Home" He replied as he continued to walk. Hours later we arrived at a city, this one slightly smaller than the one we started at. After walking through a couple of alley ways and side streets we came to a house in the suburban area of the city. It was a clearly well looked after house with well groomed gardens and a fresh coat of paint. The young boy reached into my pocket and pulled out a set of keys handing them to me he said,
"Home" I looked down at the keys and then back at the boy confused,
"You were lost, I bring you home. Unlock the door" The boy said. Shrugging I tried the first key in the lock and it opened the front door. "Hey honey your home" A voice said from the other room. Almost immediately after I stepped in the voice became a face and a body,
"Jamie?" I asked confused,
"Of course who else were you expecting the boogey man?" She asked laughing. "Here let me take your coat, you must be tired. How was your trip?" "My trip?" I asked still confused, "Oh Shane what has gotten into you? Were you drinking on the plane again?" "What? No! I was just walking down the road and this little boy came up to me and bought me here… Hang on a second" I said turning around and rushing out side,
"Hey you, Shane or whatever your name is" I called to the young boy now walking away from the house. He turned around and looked at me saying,
"You were lost, I bought you home" "No, this isn't my home; I live in Smithfield, North Carolina, America, by myself. I'm not married I don't even have a girlfriend. What is this?" "Home, this is what you want. You were lost you wanted to go home, so I took you home. I must go now, it's late and my mother will worry" The boy said before turning and heading back the way we came,
"Wait, how do you know this is what I want?" "I just do." The boy called out.
As he disappeared I opened my eyes to discover that I was once again in my hotel room lying on the hard hotel bed. I looked over at the flashing alarm clock and saw that it was just after 4 am I had to be up in two hours but I knew there was no way I would get back to sleep after that dream. I was going insane, I had only met this girl the day before and I couldn't stop thinking about her, hell I was even dreaming about her. I needed to talk to someone, not just anyone but someone that I could trust and rely on so I pulled myself out of bed and searched through my duffle bag trying to find my cell phone. Eventually I located my phone at the bottom of my bag and turned it on not so much to use it to make a phone call, as it didn't work this side of the equator, but to get the number of the room my friend was staying in. Once I had found the room number I picked up the hotel phone and requested that the operator put me through to room 213. I listened to the dial tone for a few moments before I heard the distinctive sound of someone picking up,
"Hello?" The sleepy voice asked,
"Hey Stace? Its me Shane, I need someone to talk to" I rushed out nervously,
"Then ring a shrink, Andrew is asleep and so was I up until two minutes ago" "Stace I need to talk to you, its important" "Shane it's four in the morning can't this wait until a more realistic hour?" "No Stace, I had this dream" "Everyone has dreams Shane, just go back to sleep" "Stace just let me tell you about the dream, you're good with these sorts of things" I begged,
"Fine" Stacey said sighing. So I told Stacey the details of my dream as well as I could remember them. Once I had finished I heard her sigh over the phone before saying,
"Well Shane we know its just a dream, you don't live in a house in the suburbs and never will. You are also not married and you'll die a bitter old man. Just got out and get laid already" "I did earlier" "Well you need obviously need more after missing out in Brisbane" She said before hanging up.
I decided that Stacey was right and that I really just needed a good lay. I went into the bathroom and stood under the flowing water of the shower, hoping to wash the grim from earlier that night. At one stage I managed to put the plug in the bottom of the bath and sit down allowing the boiling water to rush over me. I was really loosing it over this girl.
I carefully hung the phone back on the receiver before rushing to catch up with my co-workers and friends who were already boarding the plane that would take us to the next destination of our Rolling Thunder Down Under Tour. Within moments I was sliding into a seat next to one of my best friends, Matt Hardy. "I can't believe you said that… I could have been on the phone to my parents" I said shaking my head at the comment he had made whilst I was on the phone,
"Yea but since when do you call your parents Jamie? I swear you've turned queer." "Nah, I still love my ladies. I think I was feeling a bit sick last night, that's all going to change. Watch out Melbourne there's a Hurricane on the loose" "Sure whatever just make sure you don't wake half the hotel when you stumble back in with some bird on your arm" "Haha, yea whatever" "Oh yea maybe you should change and shower, would you like me to lend you some clothes? I hear the Australian girls aren't as attracted to holey t-shirts and old sweat pants as the American girls are" "Blow it out your ass Hardy." I muttered annoyed at his constant jabs at my clothing style.
Later that night I did go out but to a drive through movie and sat there in my rental watching an old black and white film. After the movie I walked around the main street of Melbourne where I met a young girl, she looked about a year or so younger than Jamie, who automatically fawned all over me. Loving the attention I put my arm around the young girl as escorted her back to the hotel. As I opened the door to room 137, the room I was staying in, the young girl lay down the rules,
"What's your name?" I asked once she had finished talking,
"Kristie" She replied in her voice that had yet to mature,
"I'm Shane" I said walking into the room and putting my stuff on the counter,
"I know who you are. My brothers are big wrestling fans." This girl has brothers? She has a family? I pushed these thoughts out of my mind, unknown why they were coming to me now as they had never occurred with anyone else. "I personally can't stand it. Anyway are we going to get this done? I need the money" She asked as I tried to stop thinking about her family. I just nodded and went over to the bed.
Once we had finished I turned to her and without thinking said,
"Stay tonight" "No I can't I've got to get some more business, I really need the money" "How much would you make in a night?" I asked and waited for a response once she had answered I went to my bag and pulled out my check book, writing down triple the amount she had said before tearing the paper away from the rest of the book and handing it to her,
"This is more than triple what you owe" The young girl said looking down in shock,
"I know but you look like you are no older than 16…" I started watching the girl hang her head, allowing me to work out that I had guessed her age. "You should be out doing 16 year old things not selling yourself. At least with this you can stay at home or a friend's for a couple of nights." I may have sold my sole to the devil but I was sure as hell going to try and get it back, I thought as I pushed the check into the girl's hand. Once Krystal, Kirsty, Kristie or what ever her name was had finally taken the money then left, even with me insisting that she stayed, I lay back on the hard hotel bed and drifted off into a restless sleep.
I was walking down the middle of a busy road in a town that I had never seen before; I wasn't going anywhere particular just wandering. Even though I was in the middle of the road I wasn't fazed by the cars flying past and amazingly not hitting me, I just trusted the drivers to miss. I soon realized there was a young boy, aged 4 at the oldest crossing the road to meet me in the middle,
"It's late you should be in bed. Where's your mother?" I asked the young boy but he ignored my question and said,
"Your lost I take you home" And took my hand leading me down the middle of the busy road. "What's your name?" I asked following the young boy,
"Gregory but you call me Shane. Your Shane too" The boy replied not talking his eyes off the route we were taking. Soon we turned off the busy highway and onto a deserted country road. "Where are we going?" I asked the boy,
"Home" He replied as he continued to walk. Hours later we arrived at a city, this one slightly smaller than the one we started at. After walking through a couple of alley ways and side streets we came to a house in the suburban area of the city. It was a clearly well looked after house with well groomed gardens and a fresh coat of paint. The young boy reached into my pocket and pulled out a set of keys handing them to me he said,
"Home" I looked down at the keys and then back at the boy confused,
"You were lost, I bring you home. Unlock the door" The boy said. Shrugging I tried the first key in the lock and it opened the front door. "Hey honey your home" A voice said from the other room. Almost immediately after I stepped in the voice became a face and a body,
"Jamie?" I asked confused,
"Of course who else were you expecting the boogey man?" She asked laughing. "Here let me take your coat, you must be tired. How was your trip?" "My trip?" I asked still confused, "Oh Shane what has gotten into you? Were you drinking on the plane again?" "What? No! I was just walking down the road and this little boy came up to me and bought me here… Hang on a second" I said turning around and rushing out side,
"Hey you, Shane or whatever your name is" I called to the young boy now walking away from the house. He turned around and looked at me saying,
"You were lost, I bought you home" "No, this isn't my home; I live in Smithfield, North Carolina, America, by myself. I'm not married I don't even have a girlfriend. What is this?" "Home, this is what you want. You were lost you wanted to go home, so I took you home. I must go now, it's late and my mother will worry" The boy said before turning and heading back the way we came,
"Wait, how do you know this is what I want?" "I just do." The boy called out.
As he disappeared I opened my eyes to discover that I was once again in my hotel room lying on the hard hotel bed. I looked over at the flashing alarm clock and saw that it was just after 4 am I had to be up in two hours but I knew there was no way I would get back to sleep after that dream. I was going insane, I had only met this girl the day before and I couldn't stop thinking about her, hell I was even dreaming about her. I needed to talk to someone, not just anyone but someone that I could trust and rely on so I pulled myself out of bed and searched through my duffle bag trying to find my cell phone. Eventually I located my phone at the bottom of my bag and turned it on not so much to use it to make a phone call, as it didn't work this side of the equator, but to get the number of the room my friend was staying in. Once I had found the room number I picked up the hotel phone and requested that the operator put me through to room 213. I listened to the dial tone for a few moments before I heard the distinctive sound of someone picking up,
"Hello?" The sleepy voice asked,
"Hey Stace? Its me Shane, I need someone to talk to" I rushed out nervously,
"Then ring a shrink, Andrew is asleep and so was I up until two minutes ago" "Stace I need to talk to you, its important" "Shane it's four in the morning can't this wait until a more realistic hour?" "No Stace, I had this dream" "Everyone has dreams Shane, just go back to sleep" "Stace just let me tell you about the dream, you're good with these sorts of things" I begged,
"Fine" Stacey said sighing. So I told Stacey the details of my dream as well as I could remember them. Once I had finished I heard her sigh over the phone before saying,
"Well Shane we know its just a dream, you don't live in a house in the suburbs and never will. You are also not married and you'll die a bitter old man. Just got out and get laid already" "I did earlier" "Well you need obviously need more after missing out in Brisbane" She said before hanging up.
I decided that Stacey was right and that I really just needed a good lay. I went into the bathroom and stood under the flowing water of the shower, hoping to wash the grim from earlier that night. At one stage I managed to put the plug in the bottom of the bath and sit down allowing the boiling water to rush over me. I was really loosing it over this girl.