What Dreams Are Made Of

So I had been a friend of Randys for quite some time. Him and my brother grew up together. He had moved away four years ago and became a famous wreslter. He still kept in touch with the family though. He invited my brother out to see his show and I insisted on going to see him because I missed him too.

” Im out of school for summer break Derrick. I want to see Randy I miss him.Let me go with you.”
“He asks about you all the time. So I dont see why there would be a problem.”
This made me smile.. I was 6 when Randy was 12. And I had the biggest crush on him. But I was too little back in those days. I was now a sophmore in college.
“Plane leaves at eight in the morning so you might want to pack tonight and get some sleep sis.” Derrick said as he headed out the front door of our parents house.


The plane ride to St. Louis was tiring but when we stepped off the plane the sights got alot better, There he was waiting on us with a sexy smile on his face. He had jeans and a white button-up shirt and my mouth started watering just from looking at him. I got distracted and almost fell trying to walk, Derrick laughed and grabbed my other bag as Randy threw his arms around me and lifted me twirling in the air. This tand 6’5 well muscled hunk..shew, was the only thing I could think..

” You turned out to be beautiful Dallas.” he said sitting me back down.
“Wow i must have been really something when I was little.” I said laughing.
” You were cute then Dal.