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Reflection	By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Storme’s POV

Five minutes after getting into the truck with Dad, I was bored out of my mind and ready to leap out the window. My father is not one for talking much unless he has a good reason, and as I haven’t seriously pissed him off lately, there was nothing to talk about. Shifting in my seat, I crossed my legs and then dug around in my bag for my mp3 player that I had stashed in there. Finally digging it out, I put my earphones in and turned it on, flipping through the play list until I got to Egypt Central. They were my most favorite band in the world, my theme I used when I did wrestle, was done by them.

Yes you heard right, I do wrestle sometimes, not very often and never on a televised broadcast, but I do wrestle. I might look like a girly girl, but I can assure you that I am not, just ask Amelia what happens when I get mad. It’s not pretty, and I’ve been known to get into some really nasty fights. My most reoccurring opponent is my sister, Jade, I swear I could strangle her most of the time. She’s the picture perfect example of sibling rivalry if I ever saw one, she always knows what to say and do to make me want to kill her.

Yawning, I glanced over at dad, who was like a stone wall driving a truck, shaking my head and looking back out the window. Reaching up, I pulled my sunglasses off my head and put them over my eyes. The sounds of Egypt Central and the feeling of riding in the truck quickly pulled me to sleep. I was thankful for the nap, after being woken up so early by the banging on my door, I was glad to be able to catch up on at least an hour of the sleep I’d missed this morning. My belief was that I needed my beauty sleep, that was my story and I was going to stick to it until I died.

I woke up to dad growling at me to get out of the truck, great time for him to wake me up, I’d been dreaming about Phillip. Shutting off my mp3 player, I stuck it back in my bag and opened the truck door; hopping out, landing perfectly on my feet in heels, point for me if I was being watched. Putting my small bag on my shoulder, I closed the door and then paused to check my hair in the mirror. Digging around in the bag, I pulled out my lip-gloss and reapplied another coat before putting it back into the bag.

Putting a hand on my hip, I waited while Dad went into the building to get one of the trolley things for our bags. Funny to know that superstars deal with their own luggage, but we’re a picky lot when it comes to that. Why leave our things in the hands of people that we don’t know, when we’re capable of handling it just fine? Running a hand through my hair, I checked to make sure, once more, that I looked good. The flash of ink on my lower back made me quickly pull my shirt back down, Dad didn’t need to know about that one.

Only Ame knew about that tattoo that I’d gotten a couple months ago, the last time we were together. It wasn’t finished, but it had been painful enough that I needed to wait before having the rest done. It was a series of stars and intricate designs that would, after I started dating Phillip and hooked him as mine for life, would have his name in the stars. Amelia found it funny that I was going to put his name on me, but I tell you, I am a woman in love with Phillip Brooks and I will make him mine.

When Dad got back with the trolley, I helped him load our things on it before we started off across the parking lot toward the San Antonio International Airport. I knew, somehow, that Amelia was already inside, and I was dying to see her. Putting a smile on my face, Dad and I came through the door, people stopping to stare at the fact that Steve Austin was there. Trust me, I’ve done this enough to know to just smile, shut up and let him handle everything there was to handle. Reporter attacks are even worse, because I usually get broadcast as the girlfriend or something stupid, I’ve produced my birth certificate to prove who I am though, not that the media cares.

After a few minutes of dad signing things and pushing through people, we were left alone, thanks to airport security. Rolling my eyes, I pushed my sunglasses up onto my head and started looking around for Mark and Amelia. They wouldn’t be hard to find, hell, if I saw Mark, I knew Amelia was nearby. Trust me, he was a hard man to miss, nearly seven feet tall, dark hair and played hell on a woman’s senses if he was wearing leather pants or tight jeans. I’ve had the girl crush before, but I still swoon at the sight of him in something yummy, even Ame knows that one.

Turning to my left, I spotted him, pacing the floor near where Amelia was sitting, and I couldn’t stop the smile that came to my face. “Amelia!” I called out to her, causing her to turn quickly and smile at me, the two of us hurrying to each other. Dad was shaking his head as I embraced her in a tight hug and then let go with a smile. “I missed you so much, sis!” Ame said as soon as I let her go, which only made me grin. “Trust me sis, I missed you too, so much to catch up on.” I commented back to her.

She laughed and then looked up at me, “Ready to swoon over Phil some more?” Oh good one my sister, “You know it, Ame.” We both laughed and then sat down beside each other while our dad’s tried to make daggers shoot out of their eyes at each other. In a span of a few minutes, we’d caught up on everything that was not personal, no way were we talking personal with our dad’s here. Remembering the phone conversation from earlier, I looked over at my Dad, “By the way, Dad, you’re sitting with Mark on the plane. I’m stealing Ame.”

Looking back at Ame, we kept chatting until the boarding call for our flight came up and I grinned. Getting up, I took her arm and hurried off toward the gate to get on the plane, leaving the bags with our dad’s. When we got to the gate, I took out my ticket and handed it over to the lady standing there. After she checked it, she let me through and I turned to wait on Ame, who followed a second later. Grinning, I hurried toward the plane, eager to get to Los Angeles so that I could see Phillip.

A few minutes later, I made it to the plane with Ame in tow, going up the steps and into the plane itself. The flight attendant checked my ticket and showed me where the seats were and I drug Ame with me. Plopping down into the seat by the window, I smiled and sat my bag next to me and then looked at my best friend. “Now that we’ve gotten rid of the parental controls for a while, we have to talk about the personal stuff, I’m dying to know if you’ve talked to him yet.” I said with a smile on my face, I wanted to know all details about Amelia and Glenn, no matter how small they were.
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