Chapter 7.

She stopped her car and turned it off, and then grabbed her keys, and got out of her car. She walked up the remainder of her driveway, and seen someone, a blast from her past, to be more correct. She stopped short, when she seen Jimmy Jacobs. A huge blast from her past.

"Jimmy, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in years!" Ashlie said, and continued to walk up the driveway.

"That's exactly why I'm here. I was in town, because, well, I just was, I don't quite have a reason, and I thought I should just stop and see you, since I kind of figured you'd be here, and I haven't seen, or talked to you, except for that few times on MySpace, in 2 years. Things aren't that fun for me anymore."

"I know, I didn't know you'd end up coming to my house, I thought I would have heard from you beforehand, and I wouldn't have been so shocked to see you. Do you want to come in, and get something to eat, or something?" Ashlie said, and walked up the stairs, and unlocked her door, and walked in, and held the door for Jimmy.

Jimmy walked in, and ventured throughout the house, and Ashlie pulled out a frozen pizza from the freezer, and a cookie sheet from by the oven, and preheated the oven to 450 degrees, and put it in. She walked over to Jimmy, and stared at the painting of Eddie Guerrero, and Chris Benoit, at WrestleMania XX, and his jaw dropped.

"Wow, this is good. Did you do it?" He said, and looked at it again.

"Yeah, I did it. I have a passion for…" She was cut off by her cell playing Capricorn (A Brand New Name).

Here's a little story about a punk named Jed
Greasy stinky hair stuck out his fuckin' head
Arrogant and macho and stupid as can be
Always quick to tell me he's more punk than me
This is an example of what a jerk he is
He think he's some kind of punk rock whiz
He said if I was really punk I'd listen to The Germs
I smelled his stinky breath and I started to squirm

"Hello" She said, and waited for the answer. John was on the other line.

"Ash, where are you? I don't know if I can wait much longer?" John said.

"I'm at home. I had to get out of that hotel. I needed to be alone."

"I miss you. I want to be with you, again."

"I told you, I need time alone." She said, and hung up the phone. "As I was saying, I love painting. It's one of my only true passions."

"I can tell. It's amazing. You never struck me as a person to paint when you aren't wrestling. I always thought you were a music person." Jimmy said and giggled.

The oven beeped and Ashlie went to get the pizza out of the oven, so they can eat. She pulled it out of the oven and turned it off, and set the pizza on top of it. She pulled out her pizza cutter, and cut it.

The next 20 minutes, Jimmy and Ashlie sat in silence eating their pizza. When he finished, he got up and put his plate in the sink.

"Hey, Ash, I'm going to get going. Hope to see you soon. Keep in touch." Jimmy said and went to hug Ashlie.

"Of course I will. No doubt about it." She hugged him, and watched him walk out the door.

She went in her room, and got undressed and dressed into pajamas. Her classic South Park pj pants, and an Eddie tee, that she's been wearing forever. She laid in bed, and drifted in and out of sleep.