Reflection

Amelia’s POV





I love my sister, really I do. What I didn’t love was how she was able to make me go from slightly tanned to beet red in less than 5 seconds. Her favourite way of doing this was by mentioning Glenn, who I will admit; I have had a crush on since I was 16. That’s right ladies and gentlemen; I have a massive crush on my Daddy’s best friend.



“Well big sis, I may have spoke to him on the phone briefly the other day,” Yup, face red and all I managed to talk to him. “And?” She pushed on. Well, I better give her what she wants or else she’ll never leave me alone. “We talked until Dad got to the phone, which was basically 2 minutes, no big deal,” I tried to shrug it off but to be honest those 2 minutes were some of the best I’d had in a long time as sad as that is. “No big deal? Right, I know you. You were red and giddy as hell,” she laughed while shaking her head at me. I stuck my tongue out at her and looked back to where our dads were sitting. They did not look pleased.



“Good job Reg, you’ve successfully gotten them mad.” In usual Reg fashion she just shrugged and gave me an evil little smirk...and I thought I was supposed to be evil. Of course we have been known to rub off on each other so I suppose I shouldn’t be so surprised. “So how are you going to stalk Punkers this time?” This will get her going. “First of all, it’s Phillip and secondly, I don’t stalk him...” Right, she just followed him everywhere the last time we were together on the road. She thought he didn’t notice but I’m sure that he did.



“Seriously though, do we have any plans for torturing our fathers and other innocent victims?” I asked as I looked over at her, I could already tell she had something up her sleeve. “Oh I have plans, but not for the innocent ones, and not for our dads either. I’m going to get Phillip to notice me, and Glenn to notice you.” She stated with a look of pure evil in her eyes, now I was a little worried. When Regan had ideas about these things, something bad was bound to happen.



“Don’t get any ideas about me and Glenn, you concentrate on Punkers and we’ll be fine.” I added before she could think up any number of things to make me turn bright red. “Oh don’t worry about Phillip,Phillip; I brought the best things in my closet to catch his attention.” Regan added with a giddy smile, making me silently question what the hell she’d packed in her bag. There was never any telling with her, she was the kind of person who was naturally daring, and when she wanted attention, she got it.



From the corner of my eye, I noticed someone looking in our direction, it got my attention and I looked more closely. Well that was interesting,interesting; Shannon Moore was eyeing my sister like some kind of treat. It made me wonder what he had been doing in Texas, and why he was looking at her that way. Of course I’d met him a few times, but we’d never talked, and as far as I knew, Regan had never met or noticed him before. Her insistent poking my shoulder made me turn my attention back to her before she followed my line of sight.



I tried not to laugh at her when she saw Shannon because as much as she was in love with Phil (or thought she was anyway), she still loved to admire the male species and judging by the look on her face she was mentally drooling. “I must say, he is not bad to look at,” she said with a smile. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing this time. “Yes Regan, he is nice to look at. Don’t forget about your precious Phillip though.” This got me yet another glare accompanied by a slap in the head. I shot her a look that clearly said “bitch” and rubbed the back of my head. She in turn only smirked at me and then looked out the window.



As per usual we were quiet while in the air, mainly because of the fact that a few years before we had been on a plane and fooling around, what we were doing I won’t say but it involved a baseball and the roof of the plane. We were both yelled at by our fathers and grounded for at least 2 weeks. Not that I really minded because when I was grounded I had to stick close to my dad and thus; I was around Glenn more than usual.



I pretty much just stared at the ceiling listening to my ipod while Regan stared out the window. The flight wasn’t very long so I wasn’t worried about eating the awful airline food. The last time that I ate food on a plane I ended up in bed for 2 days after, I felt like someone was punching me in the gut repeatedly, which usually I could take considering Dad trained me. He always made sure that I could defend myself. He also made sure that if I wanted to get into wrestling, which I did, that I would be doing it properly.



I let my mind wander once again and it went straight to Mr. Glenn Thomas Jacobs. Did the majority of women think he was good looking? Not really, but to me he was perfect. He was extremely tall, which was something I loved in a man, especially since I am so short.



He was muscular, but he was getting a bit of a belly on him, which oddly enough I thought it made him look even better. He has amazing blue eyes that I can definitely get lost in. I think the best part of him is the fact that he’s smart.



He wasn’t just some other wrestler who that he was a big shot, he didn’t act like he was better than others and could hold an intelligent conversation. Another plus, he was a gentleman. He was literally my dream guy. The problem? Well for one, he’s literally 21 years older than me. The other reason is that he’s my father’s best friend. Honestly I don’t care about that but I have a feeling he would.