The temperature was mild for the early weeks of June. A breeze coming off the water battled with the heat from the California sunshine. At this point, Kyle Harris was grateful for that fact.
The air conditioner in the cramped little booth was on the fritz again and he was worried how he could stand it if they didn't have it fixed and running by July. Even the open windows didn't create much of a draft inside and no one in their right mind wanted to leave the windows open. It invited the stench of trash, urine and exhaust fumes inside.
But, today was a not a day Kyle to have to worry about sweating to death. The temperature in the booth was comfortable enough that he was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt. The thought that plagued Kyle's mind today; boredom. He was absolutely bored out of his mind, sitting inside a tiny old booth in one of Los Angeles many bus stations with no customer's to wait on.
He could always dig into his book bag and begin that term paper he had due next week, but that would productive. Kyle was in the mood to do something completely unproductive today. Maybe he'd catch that surfing bug that was so popular or go roller blading down the pier, check out the real Baywatch babes. Anything would be better than sitting in this booth doing absolutely nothing.
Kyle was so wrapped up in his thoughts of being elsewhere that he didn't notice the petite blonde until she was standing at the service window. He swallowed as he studied her. Her allure was like a kick in the gut, but her eyes, as green as jade, were guarded against the world. She wore old faded jeans, white tennis shoes and a fitted white t-shirt. It was a pretty plain outfit and nearly disguised the subtle curves of her petite, slender body, but she was still beautiful.
"Hi." She ran a hand through her layered blonde hair that curved just underneath her chin. "Can I get a ticket to Pittsburgh?"
She couldn't be any older than eighteen, he thought as he reached for the schedule book. "Not that's it's any of my business, but shouldn't you be in school?" He asked, as he flipped it open.
She shrugged impassively. "I graduated. I'm done with California and I need a change of scene."
"We have a bus leaving for Houston at 3:30; you can catch a connector bus there that should take you straight to Pittsburgh. It's going to be a long ride, couple day's worth." He began to print out her pass. "Can I ask what's in Pittsburgh?"
"School." She said simply. "Do you watch the WWF?" She gestured to the Wrestlemania poster that hung in the back of the booth.
He nodded. "Sure, Bret Hart's the man."
Her lips curved into a secretive smile. "You might want to pay attention over the couple of years; I can predict things are going to get very interesting."
He retrieved her pass from the printer and raised his eyebrows at her. "How do you know that?"
"Let's just call it destiny." She opened up her purse. "How much do I owe you?"
"It's going to be sixty dollars to get to Houston, then probably another thirty to get to Pittsburgh." He informed her, studying her curiously. "So what's at this school you're going to?"
She reached into her wallet and pulled out three twenties, sliding them through the slot for him. "My new life."
He wordlessly slid the pass to her, which she took and placed into her purse for safe keeping. "Have a good trip."
"Thanks." Her green eyes sparkled in excitement for just a moment, before resuming their guarded nature. With a half wave, she turned and walked over to the bench area to sit and wait for her bus to depart.
Kyle Harris was no longer bored. As a matter of fact, he was very much intrigued by the blonde. What exactly was this new life she mentioned? What was she going to do?
A/N: So here's my latest fanfic. Unlike my other OC Haley in my story Over It, this OC is a bit more complex, a bit harder emotionally due to a rough upbringing which we'll go into later. A lot of the people mentioned in the fic will be from circa 1999-2001, we're getting the end of the Attitude Era, the whole McMahon-Helmsley Era and the beginning of the Invasion. So you're going to have to do a little reminiscing. I've researched all the dates and storylines thoroughly, so hopefully nothing will seem too out of place. Also, I do write my fanfics as though wrestling was in fact real and not scripted, due to the fact that I write about storylines, not people's actual lives. It's just more comfortable for me that way.
The main characters in this fic other than my OC:
Stone Cold Steve Austin