Here Goes Nothing
(We'll Get There In The End - Jeff's Point Of View)
* denotes thought *** denotes a promo ****** denotes a match
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!! I only own Samantha (who is a figment of my extremly overactive imagination) and any children who may be mentioned are also part of my imagination. Nikki and Lea are my best friends so, obviously, they belong to themselves.
Summary: This fic is Jeff's point of view on what happened in We'll Get There In The End. You don't have to read that first, they both make sense without the other.
Chapter 1 Tell me what makes a man Wanna give you all his heart, Smile when you're around And cry when you're apart. WHAT MAKES A MAN - WESTLIFE
*Bullseye!* I watched Matt's head move forward when the water balloon hit it. Matt caught sight of me and ran towards me. I quickly sprinted away from him, laughing the whole time. *I need somewhere to hide.* I quickly ran into the make-up room and looked around frantically. "You've gotta hide me!" I shouted. "Who are you hiding from?" someone asked. I looked round to see a young girl looking at me. A beautiful, young girl. "My brother Matt," I replied, smiling all the while, "I attacked him with water balloons." She laughed and got up from her seat. "I'm Samantha, by the way," she said. I shook her outstretched hand, "I'm Jeff. Are you new here?" I had never seen her before so I figured that she must be. "Yeah, I start tonight."
"Oh, yeah. You interfere don't ya? Hurricane and Storm isn't it?" I remembered Vince saying something about a new diva. *Well, she certainly looks the part. She's gorgeous.* "Sure is," she replied. I heard Matt shouting so I quickly hid behind a make-up trolley. I heard him come into the room and Samantha saying hi and stuff. "Have you seen Jeff?" he asked. *Shit! Is she gonna tell him?* I wondered. "I don't think I've even met him yet," she said. Phew. That was a close one. She's a pretty good liar. I waited until Matt left before I came out from my hiding place. "Thanks for that."
"No problem. You can return the favour now, though. I don't know where my dressing room is," she said. "Who are you sharing with?" "Amy Dumas." "C'mon, I'll take you there." We walked along, chatting about this and that until we got to her room. "This is it," I said, "Good luck tonight." She smiled up at me, "Thanks. See ya later."
"Bye." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i walked into my locker room and found Matt and Amy making out on the couch. They broke apart as I came further in. "Hey Jeff," Amy said brightly. "Hiya." I switched the tv on under the pretense that I wanted to watch Raw, when all I really wanted to do was watch Samantha.The Storm and Hurricane match was first on and I settled down to watch it. I smiled as I saw her running down the ramp. She speared Helms, then executed a perfect dropkick on Storm. She was a natiral in the ring. Amy left, saying something about inviting her out with us. I hoped she would agree, if just to come for a few hours. *Maybe I should ask for a number?* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Oh God! There she is!* She was standing with Amy, a cute smile on her face. "Hey, listen," Matt said, "I'm takin' the car and Jeff's goin' on his bike." I heard Samantha say something, then she looked round at me. "Can I come with you?" she asked. "Course you can. Come on, we'll get going." I took her hand and pulled her off to my beloved motorbike. I handed her my spare helmet and we got on.She had her arms around me, but they were too loose. I didn't want her to think I was being pushy by pulling them tighter, but I didn't want her to fall of while we were moving. I made a split-second decision and moved her arms, mumbling something about her not falling off. I relaxed when I felt her tighten her grip.
* denotes thought *** denotes a promo ****** denotes a match
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!! I only own Samantha (who is a figment of my extremly overactive imagination) and any children who may be mentioned are also part of my imagination. Nikki and Lea are my best friends so, obviously, they belong to themselves.
Summary: This fic is Jeff's point of view on what happened in We'll Get There In The End. You don't have to read that first, they both make sense without the other.
Chapter 1 Tell me what makes a man Wanna give you all his heart, Smile when you're around And cry when you're apart. WHAT MAKES A MAN - WESTLIFE
*Bullseye!* I watched Matt's head move forward when the water balloon hit it. Matt caught sight of me and ran towards me. I quickly sprinted away from him, laughing the whole time. *I need somewhere to hide.* I quickly ran into the make-up room and looked around frantically. "You've gotta hide me!" I shouted. "Who are you hiding from?" someone asked. I looked round to see a young girl looking at me. A beautiful, young girl. "My brother Matt," I replied, smiling all the while, "I attacked him with water balloons." She laughed and got up from her seat. "I'm Samantha, by the way," she said. I shook her outstretched hand, "I'm Jeff. Are you new here?" I had never seen her before so I figured that she must be. "Yeah, I start tonight."
"Oh, yeah. You interfere don't ya? Hurricane and Storm isn't it?" I remembered Vince saying something about a new diva. *Well, she certainly looks the part. She's gorgeous.* "Sure is," she replied. I heard Matt shouting so I quickly hid behind a make-up trolley. I heard him come into the room and Samantha saying hi and stuff. "Have you seen Jeff?" he asked. *Shit! Is she gonna tell him?* I wondered. "I don't think I've even met him yet," she said. Phew. That was a close one. She's a pretty good liar. I waited until Matt left before I came out from my hiding place. "Thanks for that."
"No problem. You can return the favour now, though. I don't know where my dressing room is," she said. "Who are you sharing with?" "Amy Dumas." "C'mon, I'll take you there." We walked along, chatting about this and that until we got to her room. "This is it," I said, "Good luck tonight." She smiled up at me, "Thanks. See ya later."
"Bye." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i walked into my locker room and found Matt and Amy making out on the couch. They broke apart as I came further in. "Hey Jeff," Amy said brightly. "Hiya." I switched the tv on under the pretense that I wanted to watch Raw, when all I really wanted to do was watch Samantha.The Storm and Hurricane match was first on and I settled down to watch it. I smiled as I saw her running down the ramp. She speared Helms, then executed a perfect dropkick on Storm. She was a natiral in the ring. Amy left, saying something about inviting her out with us. I hoped she would agree, if just to come for a few hours. *Maybe I should ask for a number?* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Oh God! There she is!* She was standing with Amy, a cute smile on her face. "Hey, listen," Matt said, "I'm takin' the car and Jeff's goin' on his bike." I heard Samantha say something, then she looked round at me. "Can I come with you?" she asked. "Course you can. Come on, we'll get going." I took her hand and pulled her off to my beloved motorbike. I handed her my spare helmet and we got on.She had her arms around me, but they were too loose. I didn't want her to think I was being pushy by pulling them tighter, but I didn't want her to fall of while we were moving. I made a split-second decision and moved her arms, mumbling something about her not falling off. I relaxed when I felt her tighten her grip.