Disclaimer: Don't own either of these ladies and if I did, I wouldn't sell them...
Distribution: Flights, WWFDiva_Slash.
Notes: Just a random thought that got unrandomized.
Lying flat on my back, I sigh. What am I doing here? I am drop dead tired, my new pants, which I'm thinking I'll eventually burn, are way too tight around my waist. What can I say? My mom's cooking was as good and plentiful as ever. Not indulging would have been an insult to her and I'm a good girl who doesn't insult her mother. And last night, even if I went to bed early, before all the guests had gone, I didn't sleep enough. At home, even if I am who I am, even if I do what I do, I'm still a good daughter and I pitch in and help in the numerous day-long preparations for the traditional January 1st feast my mother insists we have. And since I'd partied the last night of 2001 away and gotten home at around 6... well, January 2nd is a hard morning.
I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. It's still as uneventful as ever. I turn my head and briefly eye the television set. Can I tell you a secret? In the past four months, I've grown to hate CNN. First of all, there's the constant emphasis on America's New War, which I get mind you, but damn it, must they beat us over the head with it? And all those in-depth reports on the former New York City mayor, Rudy whatever and everything, ugh! Somebody kill me... with a bad bullet... and if I see one more commercial for the Behind The Veil documentaries, I am going to kill somebody... I'm going to kill them dead...
But besides all of that, I'm cool... I think. Yes, I'd rather be curled up in my bed under a thick pile of comforters but my life can't always be perfect, can it? I try snuggling deeper into my too tight pants and my comfy jacket, a gift from my parents. It's a polar fleece sweatsuit, perfect for those mornings when I just want to feel warm and cozy. Personally, I would have gotten it in black, red or blue but Mom loves me in pink. It's not a bad color but not really me, you know? Again, life isn't perfect.
I'm starting to doze off when I feel a presence... someone's looming over me... I have always hated that. Never know what might fall out of their nose or mouth, you know? But I smile anyway and open my eyes. I'm surprised by the smile that greets me.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself!" I say as I sit up. "How are you?"
"I'm doing all right. You?"
"Recuperating and wondering what the hell I'm doing here so early."
"Yeah... I know the feeling."
"You were in town for New Year's?"
"Yeah, a few friends got to me to spend the time with them and their families."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I have no idea," she grins sheepishly.
"Humph! Did you at least have fun?"
"Yeah, it was. You?"
"Family, as always."
"How was that?"
"A lot of fun. I miss them a lot being on the road so much."
"I hear ya. I do too."
I swing my legs down to the floor and allow my friend to sit next to me. It strikes me as we get caught up with each other's busy lives that I've missed her since our careers parted ways. She had a very good understanding of my life, something eople not in my line of work, try as they might, will never get.
"So where are you off to now?" I ask her.
"Los Angeles. Home and I have a shoot there."
"Cool."
"It's all right. I take work where I can get it."
"I hear ya."
"You?"
"Washington. Live show tomorrow night."
"Ah... fun then. But how come you're going in so early?"
"I have a date..."
"Cool, with who?"
"A trainer. Improve my skills, you know?"
"Ugh..."
"Yeah... but it's ok, I enjoy it."
"At least there's that. So... love life?"
"I'm sorry," I say, playing dumb, "what?"
"How's your love life?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Ah, I get you."
"Yours?"
"I'm sorry," she deadpans me, "what?"
"Hey, that's my line."
"It's mine now."
"I don't get it. We're two smart, attractive women. Why are we still single?"
"A) We're too busy to be anything but single; B) We're too smart, confident, independent and attractive for the basic male to handle; C) The world is a very unfair place."
"I'm telling you, I'm THIS close to making the switch to women permanent."
"I don't believe you."
"I am," I laugh, "I swear to God I am."
"Not that I haven't given it some serious thought too... but I don't know..."
"Why? Women aren't half as complicated at men."
"Do you know yourself at all? We're fucked up too honey... PMS doubled... imagine the drama... fighting for the last Midol?"
"I never really looked at it that way."
"I thought you'd have remembered last year when we were travelling together. Within two months, our periods were matched and we were pretty much turning on each other three weeks out of four."
"Oh God yeah... that wasn't us as our best, was it?"
"No, not really, but I never considered the period thing..."
"I am smarter than I look, you know?"
"Yes, I do."
The overhead speaker announces a few flights and mine's among them. I groan and pick up my bags slowly.
"I have to go."
"I understand."
"Not that I really want to. I miss you too much, you know that?"
"I miss you too. We have to set up something so we can hook up and spend time together, OK?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Let me give you my new cell phone number."
"All right."
I get a piece of paper and a pen from my bag and hand it to her. She quickly writes her name and cell phone number and gives me back pen and paper.
"There you go. Call me, all right?"
"I will. You're in LA now, aren't you?"
"Yep. Full time."
"Sweet. We'll hook up next time I'm there."
"All right."
I peck her cheeks and start walking away. She's watching me and then something hits me and I run back to her.
"You want to know this. Not because you're vengeful or anything but..."
"What?"
"There's a lot of trouble in paradise. If it lasts another month, I'll be very surprised. Seems like what he did to you isn't so pleasant when it's done to him."
She smiles at me then. I know she doesn't want him back, he treated her too badly for that. But I know knowing will give her much needed validation. With her smile imprinted in my brain, I make my way to my gate and I'm on my way to Washington. I fall asleep as soon as we're off the ground. It's weird but the events of September 11th haven't stopped me from catching sleep when I can. If the plane crashes, the plane will crash, as simple as that. No use in losing sleep over it. Wow, I have such a wonderful outlook on life.
About fifteen minutes before we land, I wake up and make my way to the bathroom. Time to put my game face on. I apply a very light coat of make up, do my hair and I smile at my reflection in the mirror. I'm looking quite good, if I do say so myself. After all, I have to follow in the footsteps of some pretty hot women who were also the WWF's Women Champion, women like Wendy Richter, Lita and my friend Chyna, now known as Joanie Laurer.
I didn't lie when I said I missed her. We kid around about switching teams all the time but if I do it, she'll be the first person I'll tell. Not because I'm in love with her or anything... just because she'll understand me, no matter what. We all need friends like her in our lives. And on the surface, I'll be the last person to vocalize my feelings on what her ex and his soon to be ex did to her. But inside, God... makes me want to kill. But like she told me when I first found out, I pretend not to have an opinion about it. Which isn't always easy. But I digress. We have too few good real friends in this life for me to lose out on her.
When I get into Dulles, I go through the thorough check and make my way to the car rental desk. I run into Stephanie and her new... colleague... colleague my ass... but I'm just a dumb blonde so I just smile at her.
"What's up?"
"I... uh... I have business in town..."
Sure... the business of making a cuckhold out of the man who cuckholded my best friend with you.
"Cool," I smile.
"You?"
"Extra training."
"Ah... good."
"Yeah."
"Here are your car keys Ms. Stratus. Enjoy your stay in Washington."
"Thank you."
I smile at Stephanie and her companion one last time before walking away. If I didn't know for sure Joanie was on a plane, I would call her up right now and tell her about this... but I'll call her house and leave her a message... God, I love my best friend!!!