Author's Note: Okay, This was written a loooong time ago (We're talkin'
Dean Malenko chasing after Lita era), but still good.
Please be gentle, yeah some of the things in this (in my opinion) could be
better, but I couldn't figure out how.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the real life characters (It's obvious who's real and who's fictional), even though I would like to. The only characters I own are Anabelle, Jonathan, and Raven. Enjoy! ^_^
Amy came skipping into the Hardy's locker room, and planted a kiss on each of the
brother's cheeks.
"What was that for?", Matt asked in confusion.
"I dunno. I'm just really really happy", Amy said as she sat down.
"Wait a minute. Would this have something to do with you getting time off to go visit
your angel Anabelle?", Jeff asked as he raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"Maybe", Amy said smirking.
"AHA! So it does have something to do with that!", Jeff said getting up
melodramatically and pointing his finger to the ceiling.
"He's your brother", Amy said giggling.
"Don't remind me", Matt said making the both of them laugh at Jeff's expense.
"Hey! I'm hurt", Jeff said putting on a fake pout.
"Aww. There, there. Now get over it", Amy said patting him on the back.
"When are you leaving?", Matt asked, as he packed up his stuff into his bag.
"Tomorrow. I'm gonna surprise her", Amy said beaming.
"Well have fun, and tell Anabelle we said hi", Jeff said as they all walked out to the
car, and left for the hotel.
Anabelle finally woke up at five in the afternoon. She couldn't stop thinking about
Amy. God how she missed her.
A lot of people thought there relationship was purely on sex, but that wasn't the
case....Well, she definitely wasn't complaining about the sex.
It's just a lot of people thought they didn't have much in common. Like in music,
Amy liked alternative rock, and even though Anabelle liked that also, she stuck to
mainly metal, and especially black metal. Amy and Anabelle didn't care though. They
found they had a lot in common, and they loved each other.
What Anabelle missed most about Amy, was the little things. The way, no matter
how bad the problem, she would find something positive out of them. Or just waking
up to see her peaceful face as she slept.
But she knew that wouldn't be the case right now. Amy was on the road, and
Anabelle was busy with her own work.
"Grrr. Just what I need when I'm sulking. A person knocking on my door", Anabelle
grumbled as she pulled on her last night's clothes, which consisted of a pair of black
leather pants that hugged her hips and a tight long sleeved black shirt that Amy
bought her, and had "I Don't Worship The Devil. The Devil Worships Me" written in
silver on the front.
Anabelle's mouth dropped open when she saw who was at the door.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the real life characters (It's obvious who's real and who's fictional), even though I would like to. The only characters I own are Anabelle, Jonathan, and Raven. Enjoy! ^_^
Amy came skipping into the Hardy's locker room, and planted a kiss on each of the
brother's cheeks.
"What was that for?", Matt asked in confusion.
"I dunno. I'm just really really happy", Amy said as she sat down.
"Wait a minute. Would this have something to do with you getting time off to go visit
your angel Anabelle?", Jeff asked as he raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"Maybe", Amy said smirking.
"AHA! So it does have something to do with that!", Jeff said getting up
melodramatically and pointing his finger to the ceiling.
"He's your brother", Amy said giggling.
"Don't remind me", Matt said making the both of them laugh at Jeff's expense.
"Hey! I'm hurt", Jeff said putting on a fake pout.
"Aww. There, there. Now get over it", Amy said patting him on the back.
"When are you leaving?", Matt asked, as he packed up his stuff into his bag.
"Tomorrow. I'm gonna surprise her", Amy said beaming.
"Well have fun, and tell Anabelle we said hi", Jeff said as they all walked out to the
car, and left for the hotel.
Anabelle finally woke up at five in the afternoon. She couldn't stop thinking about
Amy. God how she missed her.
A lot of people thought there relationship was purely on sex, but that wasn't the
case....Well, she definitely wasn't complaining about the sex.
It's just a lot of people thought they didn't have much in common. Like in music,
Amy liked alternative rock, and even though Anabelle liked that also, she stuck to
mainly metal, and especially black metal. Amy and Anabelle didn't care though. They
found they had a lot in common, and they loved each other.
What Anabelle missed most about Amy, was the little things. The way, no matter
how bad the problem, she would find something positive out of them. Or just waking
up to see her peaceful face as she slept.
But she knew that wouldn't be the case right now. Amy was on the road, and
Anabelle was busy with her own work.
"Grrr. Just what I need when I'm sulking. A person knocking on my door", Anabelle
grumbled as she pulled on her last night's clothes, which consisted of a pair of black
leather pants that hugged her hips and a tight long sleeved black shirt that Amy
bought her, and had "I Don't Worship The Devil. The Devil Worships Me" written in
silver on the front.
Anabelle's mouth dropped open when she saw who was at the door.