Nashvhille

Everyone told her she was crazy. Not that something like that would ever stop her. She sniffled around a stuffed-up nose, blowing it clear on the back of her sleeve and adjusting her rear-view.

"You're crazy." Came a timid voice from the back of the truck.

"Jeff, crazy is painting all over your body to hide the tract marks."

"I'm not crazy!" He blurted out. "Or a drug addict!" She rolled her eyes, once more focused upon the dashboard. They could get to Nashville by four in the morning.

"Do you think he's anything like his voice?"

"Who?"

"Nashville!" At the utterance of her favorite DJ's name, Stephanie burst into a gale of laugher. "Pipe down, princess."

"I'm sorry...you're in love with someone you haven't even met! And he has the dumbest name in the history of the universe!"

"But I hear his voice every afternoon! And we've talked twice on the air..."

"Have you ever seen 'Play Misty For Me?'"

Lita scowled, "I'm not crazy. He invited me to Nashville, remember?"

"Yes. He invited you to himself," Lita busied herself, shuffling something on the dash, "Honey, you're heading toward thirty, you're gorgeous and self-possessed...please, for the love of all that's holy, tell me you aren't planning on staying there."

"No...of course not. Shut up! You're getting a free vacation out of this!"

"Are we ever," Jeff began rubbing his hands together, "I'm going to see the world's largest wheel of cheese if it kills me!"

"Well, I'll give you credit, Lita. This is a step up from that mass-murderer."

"Oh, come on! Haven't you ever been in love with the wrong guy?"

"Yeah, but I have the right one now!" She shoved Matt Hardy a bit harder against the window of their winnebego seat. His snoring increased in volume.

Lita sighed as Stephanie tried to make a lumpy pillow from Matt's shoulder.

They all thought she was crazy.

But they couldn't stop her.


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