SOMEONE HELP ME WITH THIS NEW STORY IDEA POPPING IN MY HEAD IDEA! IT'S GETTING ANNOYING!
"You're seeing The Grudge with the guys later tonight? Without me?" Lana asked.
She and her best friend Ashley were walking to Lana's place where Ashley was telling her about her plans later this evening.
"Yeah, we would've thought about inviting you, but I don't think The Grudge is more you're type of horror movie." Ashley replied.
"Understandable." Lana said as they made it to her home. "Text me when you can."
"Alright, see ya." Ashley said as the duo departed into separate ways. While Lana was making her way up to the porch, she'd automatically noticed the new car that was in the driveway. 'Whoever's visiting us must be a WWE fan' Lana thought as she took a peak at the back window as she saw every sticker imaginable that relates to the WWE and mini championship belts taped to the back window.
When she made it to the house, she entered it, kicked off her flip flops (and she does mean kick off) and said, "Mom, I'm home."
No response.
"Mom, where are you?" Lana asked as she was looking everywhere in the house for her mother, the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, basement, (for some reason) attic. When she went to the last place she'd had left to look—which was the backyard, she was only at the screen door when she saw someone unfamiliar sitting on one of the lawn chairs apparently tanning.
'What the…' Lana thought as she silently opened the patio door and silently crept her way across the patio to the fence—thingy and saw the person up close. It has short hair which was a light shade of brown, had sunglasses on so Lana couldn't see the eyes very well, and his skin was already looking like it had a tan already.
'He's cute.' Lana thought, still looking over the person, until she'd noticed the way the face shaped—she knew what it looked like very well…..no…..it couldn't be….nah.
After a few minutes, Lana made her way back inside the house, grabbed her cell phone out of her jean short pocket and called her other friend Caitlyn.
"Hey Lana, what's up?" Caitlyn asked.
"Caitlyn, do you still watch WWE? Even a little bit?" Lana asked.
"Yeah, just Raw though, why?" Caitlyn asked.
"Do you remember what the Miz looks like?" Lana asked.
"Yeah, short brown hair in a faux hawk position, blue eyes and a tanned looking skin, that's all I could remember, why?" Caitlyn asked.
"I think he's in my backyard." Lana asked.
"What?" Caitlyn asked.
"I said I think he's in my backyard." Lana repeated.
"If he is, you lucky girl." Caitlyn said—she was a total miz-fit at times.
"No, it isn't lucky—he's annoying as hell." Lana said.
"So, just ignore him." Caitlyn offered.
"I wish I could do that, it's hard for me to ignore people." Lana said. "Anyways, that better not be him." She added before hanging up on Caitlyn, and noticed a black t-shirt next to her.
She picked it up and saw the words, I'm Awesome. Yep, Miz is at her house, but why?
"Oh, this must be the kid I'm forced to baby-sit for two months."
Yeah, she found the reason.