Hello new fic :)
I don't write OC fics very often, but I've had this idea for AGES and I really wanted to write a TNA fic, as I love TNA.
Seeing as it is an OC fic, the only person I own is Leah Willis, the rest are TNA.
Please leave a review, and tell me whether you like it - or not.

YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID

Leah Willis was not happy.

Her flight from Tacoma to Orlando had been delayed by over two hours. To make matters worse, she was downgraded on the plane and stuck between possibly the worst smelling baby in the world and the most overweight man in the world. Not to mention there was turbulence. Lots of turbulence.

Despite the fact it was now four in the morning, Leah felt the warm Floridian air hit her as she stepped outside the airport, dragging her suitcase along the sidewalk. Despite the large amount of time she spent in this city, she didn't think she'd ever get used to the hot conditions.

The brunette put down her bag, and sat down on the edge of the curb, before digging her cell phone out of her pocket. Just as she was about to call for a cab, she noticed a very familiar car parked on the roadside.

As she approached the car, she grinned, before tapping on the window to wake her friend from his sleeping state. "AJ?"

AJ rubbed his eyes, before blinking a couple of times and looking up at Leah.

"What the hell are you doing here?"Leah laughed at her drowsy friend.

"I was going to pick you up, but your flight was late." AJ explained, getting out of the car and giving his friend a hug. "It's great to see you again."

"I missed you." Leah buried her face into his shoulder.

"You ready to go?" AJ pulled away, and picked up Leah's suitcase, putting it in the trunk of his car.

"Yeah." Leah scrambled into the passenger seat of his car. "Do you mind if we stop for food? I'm starving."

Everyone knew AJ Styles as the heart and soul of TNA, and everyone knew Leah Willis as the original knockout, both there from the very beginning. Very few people, however, knew them as best friends. Over the years, they'd developed a strong friendship, and both could tell each other anything. But there was one thing Leah couldn't tell AJ.

She was beginning to fall in love with him.

"So how was Tacoma?" AJ asked, speeding down the freeway, as Leah sat in the passenger seat eating Taco Bell burrito.

"It was fine." Leah replied, wiping her fingers on a napkin.

"And your mom?"

"She-she's not so good." Leah focused out on the road ahead, finding it difficult not to stutter her words. She found it very hard to talk about her Mom's illness, even to her best friend.

As the car reached a red light, AJ reached over and squeezed his friend's hand. "It's gonna be okay, y'know. You're mom's a strong woman, just like you."

"It's hard to be strong when you're watching your once independent mother in a hospital bed, unable to look after herself." Leah screwed up her Taco Bell wrapper and threw it on the floor.

AJ looked over at her, realising she didn't want to talk about it anymore. He grinned. "God, you're messy. Don't bring your untidiness into my car."

"I'm not messy; you're just a clean freak." Leah slapped his chest lightly, as AJ started driving again. She was happy to go along with the 'everything's okay' facade. "Besides, I'll pick it up."

"You'd better. The last thing I need is your grubby wrappers clogging up my car."

"Easy there, sweet cheeks." Leah picked up the wrapper and held it in the air. "God, you're a drama queen."

A companionable silence settled in the car, and Leah reached over to turn on the radio. She couldn't help but smile as The Offspring's 'You're gonna go far, kid' came through the speakers. A laugh escaped AJ, as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. He wasn't much of a singer, but he made an exception.

Leah was first to get the ball rolling. "Now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance..."

"...And no one even knew, it was really only you." AJ finished. They knew this song word for word, even occasionally listening to it before going out to the ring.

"And now you steal away..."

"...Take him out today..."

"...Nice work you did..."

"...You're gonna go far, kid..." Both began laughing at the song they knew oh so well.

"God you're a terrible singer." Leah grinned, as AJ pulled up outside Leah's apartment.

"You're not exactly Mariah Carey either." AJ smiled, getting out of the car and grabbing Leah's suitcase for her. They both stood on the curb, waiting for one to say something to the other, though neither was sure exactly of what.

"Thanks." Leah eventually said, giving AJ a hug.

"For picking you up?" AJ questioned, although he knew what she was talking about. He wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"That too." Leah said, pulling away. "You're my best friend, AJ. And not a lot's gonna change that."

"Don't get soppy on me, Leah." AJ mock punched her arm. "I'll see you in the morning. We're training together, right?"

"Yeah, definitely." Leah replied, making her way towards the front door. "Pick me up at nine, right?"

"Absolutely." AJ stuck up a thumb, before making his way back to his car.

Leah hadn't been in her house in a few days, but it felt so empty, so unlived in. The only familiarity was her greyhound dog Benzo in his basket, sleeping.

"Benzo." Leah said to the sleeping dog, before picking him up out of the basket and taking him over to the window. She pointed at AJ's car, which was pulling away. "That's AJ leaving. You know AJ? He's-"

Benzo simply made a groaning noise, uninterested in anything Leah said.

"God, I must be going crazy." Leah muttered, putting the dog down. Talking to your dog must be the first sign of insanity. Leah decided to blame it on jetlag.