Wrestling Holiday One-Shots

By Jurassicfatt

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They are owned by WWE, AEW, Impact Wrestling, and many other promotions. This story is entirely fictional.

Warning: This story is aggressive in nature, and may contain themes that are not suitable for everyone. Viewer discretion is advised.

Chapter 7: Crashing the Royal Wedding (Skye Blue/Queen Aminata)

Skye's POV, Aventura's Wedding Venue Complex, New York, Evening

Standing next to Tyler Andretti, the two of us walk arm-in-arm, trying to blend in. Tyler smiles, his blue eyes subtly checking around for cameras. I feel my heart racing. The hustle and bustle of the venue is evident by the chatting party guests, security checkpoint and clinking glasses in the background. This is way different than our usual bump and grab scenario. It's way more intense. I clutch my silver purse close to me, taking a few deep breaths. I'm wearing a formal blue dress which goes down to my knees, along with a pair of flats. I also dolled myself up, straightening my hair and applying my best black eyeshadow, clear gloss, and Dior fragrance. I may be on a job, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't dress to impress.

"Look alive. We're heading to security, now." Danny states, fixing his bowtie. Danny Garcia, the leader of our little 'wedding crashing' group, wears a tuxedo with a tie-pin and fancy dress shoes. He smiles and laughs, casually scoping out the guard situation. On his arm is Leila Grey, wearing a beautiful red dress and shoes which compliment her light brown skin tone. She's a newbie who was able to get us tickets into this venue. We're headed into a Valentine's wedding involving the daughter of a foreign leader and niece of a famous monarch. She's been studying in America for a while, so she wanted the wedding here to invite some friends from the University. Security's been tightened because of protesters, given the country's shady track record. Entry is permitted so long as you have I.D. Leila's friend provided forgeries for us to get in. The wedding itself was closed, but the party is open. And more importantly, so are the wallets of several rich cousins, family members and guests. We've earned the nickname 'wedding crasher thieves' or WCT on the news. I've only been on 4 jobs so far, but I made way more money than I ever did working at Target. It may be against the law, but community college isn't cheap, and when you have a deadbeat dad and a mom who is already supporting 4 other siblings, you can't really just take out a loan.

"Invitations and I.D., please." the large security guard demands, his voice firm and to the point. Noticing the handgun holstered on his side, Danny and Leila slowly pull out theirs, while Tyler and I quickly hand them to the other guard. Looking through their database, my palms sweat as I imagine the worst-case scenario. I really hope Leila's friend came through. A minute or so later, they hand us our fake I.D.'s back. Tyler and I smile, shakily putting my I.D. back in my purse, before walking into the event. Damn, that was stressful.

This place is packed. Students, family members in traditional dress, and security galore. Leila said it would bad, but I didn't expect 30 guys in 1 freaking room! They are everywhere, some patrolling while others protect certain guests. Some have 2 or 3, while others are flanked by 6 personal bodyguards.

How the fuck are we going to do this?

"Danny, what the fuck!" Tyler whispers, elbowing him.

"Calm down. No need to panic. Everything's going to be fine." he asserts. "Let's get out of the house and move towards the main area. We should be able to find where the items are. Everybody remember them?"

"Bridal broach, necklace, and earring case. And any wallets or cash we can swipe." we repeat, and Danny hums in approval. He takes point, Leila still on his arm. She's been doing that since she joined. Are they like… a thing? He was the one who recruited her. And they do spend a tremendous amount of time together, even more than he and Tyler do, and they've been friends since junior high. I don't know her well enough to get a read on her. So long as she does her part, we should be fine. We wade through the sea of people, heading to an even larger outdoor patio. Warm brilliant lights have been set up, positioned near the bridal party, the bar, and the dance stage. Large plants and potted flowering bushes, many I've never seen before, are all over. Their bright blue, yellow, and purple flowers draw my eye, while their sweet fragrance calms my senses. Some of the guests mention they've been imported from the bride's home country by her father, the prime minister and prince, cousin of the king. I hear the crowd cheering, and finally see the bride and groom smiling and waving from their seats. She wears a beautiful saree of gold and purple, the dress covered in various jewels and designs. Her husband, a tall man with a coffee-coloured complexion, wears a simple tuxedo.

Staring at the two, I feel someone bump into me. A small 5ft. 7 blonde woman wearing a blue dress, fake blue nails and flats. She looks younger than me. 20, maybe 21 years old. She turns to look at me, her blue eyes covered by black mascara, scanning over my features. Her eyes seem dead, almost lifeless as I stare into them. Gulping, I respond.

"Sorry about that." I say apologetically, but the woman continues walking before I can finish, turning and continuing towards the house. I feel a shiver go through me. That was fucking weird.

"Skye? Skye, do you hear me?" I hear Tyler call from my earpiece. Clearing my throat, I pull out my phone and answer.

"Yes, I hear you."

"What happened?"

"Got bumped by someone."

"Security?" Danny asks.

"No. Seems like a party guest." I answer.

"Stay focused. Stick to mingling and getting info. We clear?" Danny questions. Answering yes, I continue to go through the crowd. I feel my stomach growl, so I decide to go to the catering area, the aroma of herbs and spices catching my attention.

Grabbing a plate, I wait in line at the food stalls. Last time I ate was lunch, and it wasn't exactly chic cuisine. A soggy tuna fish sandwich which felt like mush in my mouth. I was almost sad eating it. I notice the beautiful colors of the prepared foods. Everything smells so good! I opt to get some piri-piri chicken, braised lamb, stir-fry vegetables, potato salad, and some sort of middle eastern sweetbread. They ask me if I want a spicy or plain garlic sauce for the bread. I already have piri-piri, and I think there's some spice on the stir fry. Oh, which one?

"Excuse me." I hear someone say behind me, their accent catching my attention. Turning, I come face-to-face with a pair of warm brown eyes and a dazzling smile. The woman in question wears a beautiful silver dress that covers her legs, her long slender arms showing off her luscious dark skin. Her natural curly locks fall down gracefully, covering her forehead in playful bangs. She has these two diamond piercings, alongside some simple black eyeliner and red lipstick. Her 5ft. 9 stature is a little intimidating, considering she's wearing flats. She has some sort of floral scent on, which surrounds me as we move through the line. "Might I suggest the red pepper hummus, instead?"

Seeing the food she suggested, I quickly grab some, thanking her. My heart beats 100 miles per minute. What the hell? Get a grip Skye. Forcing myself not to turn back, I shuffle past the party guests, grabbing some cash from a rich looking dude's pocket. Sneakily stashing it in my purse, I notice some guards moving a box of items towards the house. The box is square and covered by a black sheet. Maybe a glass case covering jewelry? Digging into my meal, I call it in.

"Possible jewelry sighting. Guards carrying a case with a black cover. Moving it upstairs."

"I'm on it." Andretti states, but Danny tells him to stop. I spot the two discussing something, too low to pick up over the comm. Danny's arm holds Andretti's, the latter nodding every so often. I continue scanning through the crowd until I lay eyes on Leila. The woman swipes wallet after wallet, placing them into her purse. She bumps into 2 taller individuals, both darker skinned and wearing nice suits. Her eyes widen as they turn around, like a deer caught in headlights. Before she has a chance to explain herself, one of them smiles and begins chatting Leila up. Breathing out a sigh, I watch her pause, then lid her eyes and start to touch their suited shirts, caressing their arms. Oh my God, why are you-

"Excuse me?" someone calls from my right, which makes me jump. The woman from earlier, her silver dress catching my eye, puts one hand up in a wave, the other carrying a plate full of food. "Sorry to scare you. I hope I'm not interrupting. I was wondering if you would like some company?"

Stopping in my tracks, I think to myself. The heist means more. I need another score, since my next payment for school is due in a month. I want to say no, but the minute her brown eyes meet mine; I feel my throat go dry. Skye, stop and think! What will Danny and Tyler say? My palms are sweating again, my plate nestled to my side as I desperately breathe in air. Without thinking, I offer her the seat beside me. Sitting down, she gives me a small smile.

"So, how do you know Farah?" she asks. Shit! Quick, what was the story again?

"We had a few classes together. I also went to some protests with her." I say quickly.

"Climate?" she questions. Nodding my head, the woman in question grabs a pita and tears off a piece, before dipping it into the hummus on her plate and taking a bite. She moans lightly, and I feel my heart skip another beat as I watch her lick her lips. Absentmindedly grabbing my sweetbread, I copy her movements, taking some hummus and putting it in my mouth. In seconds, my tastebuds are filled with the beautiful mix of smooth dip, olive oil and roasted bell pepper. My eyes close and I moan out loud. The woman beside me laughs, covering her mouth. "I take it you like?"

Nodding with a smile, I respond. "That is soo good. Thank you *sips water* for suggesting it."

"You are welcome, Ms.?"

"Sandy." I say, using my cover name.

"Aminata." she tells me, holding out her hand. I grasp it, her warm skin comforting me. Pulling away, I keep up the small talk, seeing if I can confirm where the jewels are.

"And how do you know the bride?"

"Farah? Oh, we were taking some more advanced classes together. We had study sessions as groups. Projects and the like." Aminata says, before whispering the next part. "We ate a lot of ice cream, too." She then laughs, her smile brightening my mood. I can't help but chuckle alongside her. Aminata then gives me her full attention. "Are you a local?"

"No, I'm from Chicago. What about you?"

"I'm from Guinea, in West Africa." Wow. That explains the accent. Do all girls from Guinea sound so hot? … Skye, what the fuck? Focus! Try to get some info on the jewels.

"That's so cool."

"Yeah. It's much cooler here in New York, but I love the city. Farah does too. That's why she decided to have her wedding here. I'm happy she found her love. She looks so beautiful in that dress."

"She really does. Do you happen to have some pictures?"

"Yes. Here, let me show you." she nods, before taking out her phone and flipping through. I don't know what perfume she's wearing, but it's driving me nuts. Something that smells like coconut mixed with ocean breeze. Getting back on task, I notice one with the bride wearing the jewelry.

"Wow, that's a beautiful necklace and broach."

"Yes. The broach is a cultural symbol and family heirloom, so her father had it sent back home right after the ceremony. The necklace matched the dress so well. It came in a case, but I don't know if it went with the broach."

"Did you hear that?" Tyler says through my earpiece. I keep my eyes focused on Aminata, smiling while she describes the Valentine's themed wedding to me and listen to my team discuss their plan to get the necklace.

"Loud and clear. Tyler, we might need a distraction of some sort. Maybe use one of those mini-Ipods to blast music or something. Leila, be ready to go get in there-" Danny starts, before Leila cuts him off.

"Kind of busy right now." she murmurs in an annoyed tone.

"Your flirting can wait. We have a score to get."

"Oh no, that's fine. Hahaha!*whispers* Listen, I'm speaking with some very promising gentlemen here. Rich as fuck, okay? Probably 6 figures, maybe more. I might be able to score some loot if I play it forward." Leila explains.

"What? How?" Danny questions immediately.

"Let me handle it. They're already putty in my hands."

"You mean those two lanky dudes in the suits?" Danny asks mockingly.

"Alphonse and Oumar aren't lanky. And they have more than enough money to make up for their lack of muscles." she argues. "Plus, you said 'any other valuables we find.' Their money is valuable."

"I don't like this." Tyler tells us, his tone concerned. "We should focus on the plan. Broach is a no-go, so we need to get that necklace. It's the main reason we came here for."

"Exactly. Broach is a no-go, so I'm going to get some moolah to make up for it." Leila voices.

"Leila! We need to stick to th-" Danny whisper-yells, but gets cut off again.

"Sorry Danny, but this score can be big. I'll make it up to you later. Bye. *Kiss sounds*" she says, before communication ends on her comm.

"What was that about?" Tyler asks.

"Don't worry about it. Just focus on getting us that distraction." Danny answers gruffly. I see him storm off towards the bar, his mouth shut as he briskly pushes past people. Looking towards the crowd, I notice Leila dancing with the two men from earlier.

"Um, Sandy?" Aminata calls, and I turn my head towards her, blinking.

"Oh! Sorry about that, Aminata. Spaced out for a bit." I eat some more of the chicken, which is phenomenal, before focusing on her.

"Hahaha! I get that. These events are pretty eye-catching." Seconds later, the band starts playing their instruments louder, a woman in a green dress getting up to sing in another language. Aminata and I lock eyes before laughing.

"Speaking of!" I say, holding my stomach as I laugh and smile. I notice Aminata's pearly whites as she tries to take some deep breaths, before breaking into a fit of giggles again. I giggle with her, before we finally stop and sigh together. The crowd gathers around, dancing as the singer hits the high notes, her dark complexion shinning under the bright lights.

"I take it you've never seen a live performance at a wedding?"

"Not like this." I admit.

"I understand. What kind of music do you like?" Aminata asks, her eyes on me. I brush my hair off my other shoulder, trying not to blush. Why do I feel so comfortable with her one moment and so flustered the next? Taking a breath, I answer.

"I like different kinds of music. It's not just one type. Sometimes I'm into rock. Other times rap. Can't go wrong with some nice Latin beats, either."

"Bad Bunny or Enrique Iglesias?" Aminata questions.

"Iglesias."

"Yes!" Aminata whisper yells, nodding her head and holding her arms out. "Finally, someone who gets it!"

"Am I the first to say that?"

"Yes. The first." she states, holding up her finger. "Bad Bunny's not bad, but he's not a favorite. I can listen to Bailando any day of the week. Can't say that about Mia."

"I like that song too. So good."

"So good." Aminata repeats. Over the next hour, Aminata and I continue our conversation, the foreign singer's voice a distant whisper. I hang onto her words, watching her eyebrows playfully go up in surprise, her lips curl into a smile when we talk about favorite desserts or her shimmy her shoulders to the beat. I love how expressive she is, from the little squeals she gives out when she's laughing to how she sucks her teeth in when I tell her Amazon Prime is overrated. I find myself genuinely enjoying my time with her. We exchange playlist recommendations and recipes, before she asks. "Hey Skye, can I ask you something?"

"How many you planning to?" I question, wiggling my eyebrows and causing us both to giggle again.

"Hahaha! I wanted to know if you would like to go ou-"

Suddenly, my phone starts loudly ringing. I grab it, seeing it's Tyler.

"Excuse me, Aminata. Hello?"

"Skye? Thank God. Where are you right now?" Tyler says frantically, his voice pensive.

"Downstairs. Was just chatting with a guest. Where are you?"

"Picking up Danny. He's wasted."

"What?" I turn, trying to find them in the crowd.

"Yeah. He's been chugging down since Leila turned off her earpiece. I told him to stop, but he just shoved me away and fell off the bar stool. Most I got this time around a Rolex or two plus some more wallets."

"That's great."

"Now you need to go get the necklace."

I hold up a finger to Aminata, mouthing 'family drama.' She smiles and puts a hand under her chin, watching me. God, she's so cute. Standing up, I walk a bit away to answer. "What? Why me?"

"Because I'm the distraction! Just make like you're going to the washroom and head near the entrance of the hotel. I'll handle the rest."

"How are you going to do that if you're carrying Danny? And what about Leila?"

"Right. We better try and pick her up to." Oh Tyler, why are you so stupid? Checking the entrance, I notice multiple beefy guards covering it, the bride's father walking in. "Tyler, the father of the bride just went in there."

"Shit!"

"Yeah. Now what?"

"Can you fake sick?"

"Tyler, this isn't a movie. They're not going to buy it."

"Okay… wait, what if I bring Danny over? He might actually hurl." he offers.

"Tyler, we need to think smaller." Looking through the hotel, I notice a rather small jewel encrusted present near the large array of gifts for the bride. "Tyler, look at the Bridal party."

"Okay? What am I looking for?"

"Jewel encrusted black case."

A moment later, he answers. "… I see it."

"There's no way I can get into that hotel for the necklace. But that expensive gift might make all the difference."

"Okay. You nab it. I'll scout for on-lookers."

"Give me a second." I walk back to Aminata, her curious gaze looking me over. Blushing, I place a hand on her shoulder, which causes her to smile up at me. "Family drama. I need to get going. But I wanted to know if we could exchange numbers? I'd love to hang out with you sometime." Her eyes go wide and her mouth opening, before she quickly smiles again and bites her finger.

"Sure. I'd like that." Grabbing her phone, she trades with me. I add myself as a contact and put my number in, before saving and handing it back to her.

"Skye?"

"My real name. Sandy's my middle name, but I'm adventurous like that. Maybe I'm a little weird too." I answer, laughing a little too hard.

"Haha! I like it. Well, it was lovely meeting you 'Skye'. I wish you a lovely evening." Aminata tells me, getting up and shaking my hand.

"You too, Aminata." Letting go, I say my goodbyes before turning and giggling to myself. God, I don't know what this feeling is, but I want more of it.

"Skye? Don't forget your party gift!" she yells. I turn.

"Don't worry. I won't!" Walking towards the bridal party, I go to the array of gifts, spotting the small black box. Grabbing one of the bridal gift arrangements, I blend into the crowd, clapping with them as they cheer on the bride. Tyler comes by, Danny accidentally tumbling into a table.

"Damn it, Jeff! Too much to drink. Sorry everybody!" he yells, most people staring while some security start chastising them.

Seizing my chance, I go towards the tower of gifts. While the others look away, I grab the distinctive case, quickly switching it with the other one. Holding it in my hands, I notice some distinctive markings on the box. House of Black? The box makes a weird sound and is heavier than I expected. As I'm about to put it in my purse, I feel something pointy push against my back. Gasping, I turn around, coming face to face with a girl. Wait, it's the blonde woman from earlier?

"Walk. Now." she whispers, pressing the blade against my side. She takes the present, silently yanks it from my grip and puts it back where it was. She shoves me, pushing me away from the table.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up! Don't say a fucking word!" she whisper-yells. A shiver of fear goes through me, the knife still pressed against me.

"What do you want?"

"I said shut up! We're going to th-" she starts to say, before a security guard stops us. Seconds later, another one comes up from behind and grabs the woman. I get behind the one who approached, his brown eyes staring at me and asking if I'm alright.

"Get off me!" the blonde yells, pulling away. But the other security guard pulls her arms away, noticing the knife in her hands. Pulling it from her grip, he notices the distinctive black and red hilt, the words 'HOB' written in cursive.

"What is this?" he demands. She doesn't answer, putting her head up high. "Answer me!"

The woman remains still and silent. What the hell could this all mean? She gave me such a bad vibe before, and now she tried to stab me bec- Oh my God! I turn towards the present tower, my eyes locking on the distinctive box. Oh my God, the gift!

"We never forget." she says cryptically.

"The black present with the jewels!" I grab him, pointing to the black gift on the pile. He calls it in, rushing towards the pile and pushing people out of the way. The bride and groom look on, some security quickly grabbing them and their family members, escorting them away. A whole squad of guards come in, trying to get the people to back away from the gift tower. Suddenly, an explosion goes off, a loud boom followed by fire and smoke engulfing the presents. It sends a shockwave, knocking me onto my back.

Wham! I breathe deeply, my vision blurry and my head spinning. Ringing fills my ears, slowly dissipating in intensity as I move around. Trying to sit up, my legs are like lead. "Ow…" Craning my head over, I see party guests running, hearing their faint screams. Suddenly, a large hand grabs me and pulls me away, my feet dragging across the floor as I watch the fire get worse, spreading to the table. My eyes close, everything dark. Moments later, I wake to the sound of sirens. Two men in blue put me onto something, pushing me into a yellow ambulance. I feel a pinch in my skin, which makes me yelp. Police in gear run towards the building, followed by men in green, the words 'bomb squad' written across their backs. I hear someone calling my name, but I can't answer, falling back into darkness.

Skye's POV, Unknown

Waking up, I notice I'm sitting on a bed. I'm wearing the same dress, but my shoes missing. A heart monitor is attached to my finger, an IV to my arm. I search around, noticing the white room, that distinctive medicinal smell all around me. I'm in a hospital. When did I get here? Last thing I remember was the bomb going off and those guys taking me into an ambulance? Searching for the door, I notice a nurse checking my monitor and see multiple guards blocking the entrance from outside.

"Skye?" Tyler asks, sitting to my right. Bags under his eyes and hair tussled, he looks like a wreck. He grabs my hand and I squeeze it.

"Ty? What happened?"

"Thank God, you're up! Someone attacked the venue. You took a nasty fall. Doctor says you have to rest for a bit while they run tests. So far, they think it's just some pulled ligaments. News says it was an assassination attempt on the PM. 50 people were injured. 3 dead. They arrested someone already. Some blonde chick named Julia Hart." What? That must be the girl who grabbed me.

"Where's Danny? And Leila?" I ask, concerned.

"Danny is currently at home, sleeping over a massive hangover. And Leila, last I heard, was shacking up with those rich guys. They left together before any of this happened."

"Did she say anything?"

"Police went to question her this morning. She called to see if we were okay and sent those." He points to a bouquet of blue flowers. I also notice one of pink roses and a single red one.

"Who's that from?"

"The red's from me. I bought it downstairs. The pink ones are from some gorgeous black lady from earlier. She had an accent."

"Aminata?" I question. He nods.

"Yeah, that's the one! She said you two met at the party and that she was trying to call you after the attack. They didn't want to let her in, but seeing as I'm your 'brother', I took the flowers from her and promised to give them to you. She wants you to call her once you're up to it." He hands me my phone.

"But you're not my brother."

"They don't know that." He smiles that toothy grin, and I can't help the chuckle. Fucking dork. Going through my phone, I notice the multiple missed calls and texts from Aminata. Asking where I was and if I'm okay. My heart. Emotion comes over me, tears falling as I realize what just happened. "Hey, hey now. Don't cry." he rubs my shoulder as I sob, bringing me in for a hug.

"T-Tyler, all those people…"

"It would have been way worse than it is if you hadn't told the guards about it. You saved the bridal party, Skye."

"*Sniff* I did?" I ask brokenly, wiping my eyes with my palms.

"Yes. Security was able to get them out of there before it went off. Those guys out there are protecting you. I'm guessing they're going to want to ask us some questions."

"I feel like shit. We're thieves. Notorious thieves at that. We're going to go to jail, Ty."

"*Sigh* I spoke with the officers. Because it's first offense, and we actually stole a lot less cash and valuables than I thought, we're getting probation and a fine."

"How?"

"Again, because you saved the bridal party. Something about reducing sentencing due to our actions. It will depend on the judge in question, though, so best if we plead guilty." he explains.

"What about the Rolexs?" I ask.

"Turns out they were fake. Not worth much, either. Cash was counterfeit, actually. I helped I.D. the guy I stole it from and they reduced me to a 1500$ fine. You had way less in your purse, so they're fining you 1000." Great job trying to make me feel better, Tyler.

"Listen, I'm going to call Aminata."

"Okay." Tyler consoles me, turning to give me some privacy… in principle.

3 rings later, she answers in that familiar accent. "Hello?"

"Aminata?"

"Skye?!" she exclaims, her voice breaking. "Oh my God, are you alright?"

"Yes. At least, I think so. Listen, Aminata, I need to tell you something." I pause, trying to find the words.

"Go ahead. I'm listening."

"I… lied."

"What?"

Biting back tears, I continue. "I lied. I'm not from the university. I'm a thief. My friends and I got fake I.D.'s so we could get into the event and steal people wallets and jewelry. I was trying to steal one of the bride's gifts, which turned out to be a bomb from the attack. I never meant to hurt anyone."

"Wait, so you didn't put any of them there, right?"

"No! I'd never do something like that. I'm just having a tough time making ends meet and this was the quickest way to cash." I explain, getting even more worked up. She pauses. "I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. I got your flowers, but I don't deserve them. I-"

"Skye, Skye, shhhhh, shhhhh… Don't apologize. I don't care about what you did."

"What? Y-You don't?" Sniffing, I rub my eyes again. My makeup is probably smudged all over, but right now I'm still processing Aminata's words.

"No. I don't care. I wanted to make sure you are okay. It doesn't matter to me why you went to the event. I'm not saying that I approve of your behaviour, but that doesn't mean I want you to be hurt or in pain. I still like you."

"Y-You do? Really?" I ask in bewilderment.

"Yes. Really. I liked talking and laughing with you at the event. We share a lot in common. That's why I was so frantic about seeing how you were. They shoved us out of that building so fast, I couldn't even think before I started dialing you. And now that I know you're okay... I was hoping that we could meet after you get out of the hospital."

"Wait, really?"

"You sound like a broken record." Tyler mutters. I grab a newspaper and whack him with it. "Hey!"

Giving him a death glare, he stops, holding his hands up. "Can you repeat that? It's loud in here."

"Okay. Yes, Skye, I want to go out with you. Do you want to go out with me once you're better?" she says slowly, letting it sink in.

"YES! Yes, I would love that." I answer enthusiastically, before sighing and putting a hand to my head. Too much. Too much, Skye.

"Okay. Well, right now I want you to rest, Skye. I'm sending you my playlist with a big hug and kiss for you to get better, beybee." Oh my God, I love the way she said that.

Blushing, I respond. "I'll be sure to play it when I get it. Bye Aminata."

"Bye Skye. Don't ghost me, now!" she jokes.

Laughing, I tell her "I promise I won't. Bye." She hangs up, and I hand Tyler the phone.

"Hey, you're smiling again." he asks, pointing to my face. "Everything okay?"

I stop myself. Stealing did nothing for me. It almost got me killed. I don't need a bigger wake-up call to go legit. I'll pay whatever fine and deal with whatever probation I need to. I'm going to finish community college and pursue my passions. "No... but I will be." My mind wanders over to Aminata, her smile and infectious laughter making me giggle. I can't wait to see her again.

A/N: Hey everyone. Hope you've been enjoying your holiday season/winter months. It has been some time since an update, so I thought it was the right time. Hope you enjoyed this story! My first with AEW stars! But don't worry, we've got more to come up soon. Hearts of War, Aftermath, and so much more. Wishing everyone a happy holiday/winter break and wonderful New Year. Stay safe and remember to enjoy your day!

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