Well, Raw was over and I am now facing the trunk of my 2009 Cadillac Escalade, waiting for my lazy-ass boyfriend to show up so we could leave for the next city—which, was in Chicago—and we're in Detroit, so I would probably would like to get to Chicago in time for the show.
"There you are-what the heck took you so long?" I asked as soon as I saw my boyfriend walk up to my car.
"Um—it's called "getting ready", ever tried that?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, I did, I was just faster than you." I replied as I climbed into the passenger side of the car.
"Oh whatever, so where are we heading to anyways?" Mike asked as he climbed into the drivers side.
"Chicago."
"Sweet, I'd liked that place…" There was a period of silence, before Mike randomly asks, "How did I end up driving anyways?"
I laughed a little, then replied, "Hey, I need sleep, so you drive, only fair sweetie."
"Ha ha ha." Mike said sarcastically.
"Oh whatever." I said as I turned on the radio and heard the song, Where are you now by Honor Society.
"What kind of music is this?" Mike asked, as he got the answer of me smacking the back of his head.
"I really like this type of music, shut up." I replied. "Besides this is my birth song."
"Birth song?" Mike asked, acting like an idiot.
"Yeah, basically the hospital was playing this song when I was being born, and my parents declared this song my birth song, and….yeah." I answered.
"Wow—you're parents are weird." Mike said.
"Oh shut up, you looser." I said, with a little smile on my face, as I made my attention focus on the road ahead of me, with this thought in my head,
How could I struggle with two boyfriends—one on screen and one off screen without either one of them getting jealous?
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The Next Day
I was sleeping soundly on my hotel room bed, listening to the song Innocence by Avril Lavigne, when Mike shook me gently, before taking out one of my ear buds and pressed my cell phone to my ear.
"Hello." I said groggily.
"Did I wake you?" A familiar voice asked.
I sat up quickly out of my bed, before saying, "Christina! How are you girl?"
"Pretty good, how's my favourite Punk Diva?" Christina asked.
"Nothing much, just dealing with some stuff…."
