Ride Along 1.2
“We have just over 3 hours left till we reach Michigan.” Kylie sighed heavily from the driver seat. Her co pilot Neville was passed out in the passenger seat head resting on the window. “I know dude but seriously we can’t stop, Smackdown is tomorrow night and I would really like to sleep in a bed before we have to wrestle again.” Heather’s voice was low from the behind Kylie. She was running her fingers through short red hair as Sami snoozed on her lap. The quadruplet had rotated driving shifts as they travelled from St. Louis to Michigan for Smackdown. Delayed from flying because of the snow, they were almost to their destination and the girls didn’t know if they were sad because they were exhausted, or if because the trip would be over. “What did the hotel service say again?” Kylie looked at heather in the rearview mirror, “well I called to confirm the reservation but because of the weather they are combining rooms, your room is reserved but I think they bumped mine and Neville’s reservations because we were so late.” “Ah well you can sleep on the floor then.” Kylie smirked to the steering wheel. “UH no thanks I will sleep in the car before I let you NOT share a room with the man in the seat next to you.” Dyna whispered to Distortia as both girls giggled. “Man whatever, I doubt the Coffee hero back there will let you sleep in the car, or on the floor, or alone ever again for that matter.” Giggling broke out again. “DUDE they are recording this.” The girls tried to muffle their laughter. They kept forgetting this would all be on the show. “Well, whatever. We will figure it out when we get there.” Heather sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. “You good for another hour?” She asked Kylie. “Yeah rest because Sami is driving next and the last two hours will take 4 if you aren’t keeping his ass on track.” Kylie thought about the show, what footage would they use? She had to chuckle at herself reflecting back on the trip so far. There was no doubt about all the flirting, including the really juvenile game of truth or dare.
Soon soft snoring from the backseat signalled that both Heather and Sami were out. Kylie was flipping through radio stations looking for music when Neville yawned and stretched in his seat. “Oh snap you’re up.” “Ware are we?” “Just outside of Lancing Michigan, why?” “Curious, we have what another 2 hours or so?” his thick welsh accent making his words hard to understand was a stark contrast to Kylie’s American one. “Yes.” “Just so y’kno im on to yous and heather’s grand scheme.” Kylie looked at Neville nervously, who wasn’t looking at anything but the back of his eyelids. “What?” “Aw yea jumping in our ride along so she and sami can get chummy.” Neville giggled a little. “They might quite the pair.” He said before turning to glance at them both snoozing in the back. “Oh uh I have no idea what you’re talking about but sure.” Kylie’s grin was a dead give away. “Truth is he is smitten with her and always has been. The minute she became single he was vying for her eye.” “Well then we did a good thing huh? matchmaking should be added to our resume of talent. You do remember this is being recorded.” Kylie looked at the camera planted on the dash board. Neville bursted out laughing before he could control himself, “Aw piss he is going to scald me for that one.” Things settled down for a minute when Neville spoke up again, still leaning against his window, eyes closed. “Truf is, I wanted it too.” “What?” Kylie looked at him and back at the road. “Oh I wasn’t sure about something, but I figured if you tagged along for this you’d be down to ride with me again. Jus me.” Neville was looking at her now. “Well duh. Pffft” He was making her nervous, not that that was new. “Yea we work pretty well together, and I’m glad we’ve become close friends.” Kylie stared hard at the road ahead of her. “Yep.” The sexual tension was the highest it had ever been between Distortia and Neville ever since she was mercilessly attacked from behind on 205 live. She was Neville’s puppet ringside, the king of the cruiserweights had his very own Harley Quinn and the pair was absolutely magic together. Rich Swann, in trying to catch Neville, ran over Distortia, causing Neville to lose his mind and take Swann out. He carried Distortia from the ring and as the trainers looked her over, he swore an oath in welsh to avenge her attack. His brown eyes were glowing as he looked at her, his intensity and wrath flowed through the room and camera like an arctic wind from the North Pole. Kylie had never been so turned on in her life. Fast forward a few weeks to ride along and even though it was snowing all around them in michigan, Kylie could feel herself starting to sweat under Adrian’s gaze. “Cept it won’t last much longer, Thank God.” Neville muttered turning his eyes to the window. “Huh?” kylie still stared at the road, “Well if you think I am sharing a room in detroit with these two love birds, you’re mad.” Neville jammed his thumb to the back seat where Heather and Sami were still passed out. “Also I can assure you, neither of us will be sleeping...or stirring on the floor either. Too much back and forth for all that daftness.” Kylie glanced at the English brute as he sat back in his seat, pulling his beanie over his eyes and crossing his arms. “No need to be fraid either love, I’ll be as gentle as I can with you as long as you do as you’re told.” Neville finished with a smirk. Kylie swallowed hard. She knew she was in for a ride when they got to Detroit. “Ye I hope that makes the cut for the show as well, lord knows the whole wwe universe will love it.” Smirking still Neville grabbed Kylie’s hand and laid back in his seat.
As they unloaded the SUV at the hotel , Sami caught Heather grabbing her by the arm whispering "Hey would you mind not sharing a room with Kylie today? I was hoping Neville and her could...uh well get cozy.” He made this smashing movement with his hands cupped. Heather had to smile, he was adorable. The snow was coming down softly for now but it was supposed to stick. “Sure I had that thought, but reservations are tight as it is so if there aren’t any more rooms, I guess I can walk down a few blocks and see about another hotel.” “No no no Sami threw his hands up, My reservation is confirmed, you can stay with me.” “uh with you?” Heather stuttered. “Well its a double bed, so yeah I just wanted Neville to think it wasn’t reserved so Kylie would offer and bada bing bada boom they’d get it on.” Sami clapped his hands for extra feeling, Heather giggled. “Ok ok sami no worries.” “yeah but how do we get them UP there without us having to go UP there too.” His brown eyes searched her face for answers. “Listen leave that to me, ok? just follow my lead.” She smoothed Sami’s jacket lapel and softly patted his chest. He grabbed one of her hands and kissed the back of it “Oh I would follow you anywhere.”
“Ok OK well I’ll take the room, until we get someone down here to do my laundry service. IT must be done in a few hours and professionally. This is the gear I need for tonight.” “I will sleep on the floor.” “Sami I promise it’s not necessary, its got two double beds.” Heather was a little disappointed about that tidbit but beggars cant be choosers, every hotel for blocks was full because of the weather delay and they had smackdown in 8 hours. She needed 5 of those to sleep, and shower and eat and she was tired of fighting with the desk clerk, trying NOT to be heard by Kylie or Neville who were waiting to see what would become of their friends. “Hey they are calling around to see about a laundry service, y'all go ahead and we will be up there in a second.” Heather had thrown a fit about having her gear cleaned before smackdown. It was clean but it was just the distraction they needed to get Kylie and Neville off their backs. She knew Kylie wouldn’t have to be told twice, but if her and sami really didn’t have a room she knew Kylie wouldn’t hesitate to offer hers. She was in the suite after all. Perks of being the smackdown number one contender, and a master suite gold card holder. Heather held her breath until the elevators closed on Kylie and Neville, “phew omg ok I am so sorry, I don’t need a laundry service.” Sami’s jaw hit the counter. “Mam, I promise...” “NO No...I promise my gear is fine. Thank you so much for putting up with my show. I just needed those two to get to their room.” The check in clerk looked exasperated but relieved as she handed over the room key. Heather pulled a 50.00 bill out of her wallet and folded it into a small sliver, made a makeshift envelope out of a hotel notepad paper and slipped it under the clerks keyboard. She grabbed her purse and suitcase and motioned Sami to follow her. She felt bad because she was a raging bitch but she knew Kylie would make a bee line out of there. “Omg you made all that up?” He said. “You said we had to have a distraction, I threw on my diva cap, what else. Kylie hates it when I act like that....I will hear a lecture from her later.” Heather rolled her eyes as she watched the elevator light blink it way down to the lobby. Sami was still staring at her, wide eyed. “That means you’ve been a diva before?” “ Listen if I am exhausted, like I am on the verge of being right now, or hungry, all bets are off. My southern charm and manners go right out that window and I can be a real bitch.” Heather calmly stared at Sami’s reflection in the elevator doors as he stared at the floor on the ride up. Double beds, ugh well at least Kylie will get laid Heather thought to herself. “You must be really exhausted.” Sami’s tone was quiet as they walked to their room. “Travelling by car always seems so much more exhausting and I drove 6 hours of that 8 hour trip. I am tired, I am human you know?” Heather opened their room and set her stuff inside by the window. Sitting on her bed, she watched Sami throw himself back on his bed, “Do you want to shower first?” she asked him. Sami stared at the ceiling for a minute, “There are so many things I’d rather be doing.” His reply jerked Heather around.
