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Shakedown
Chapter 1: The Morning After
The next morning the WWF wrestlers were on their way to San Francisco. Chris and Jessica took a seat next to Amy. He waved a hand in front of Amy' face, no response.
"Hey, Amy, penny for your thoughts?" Chris asked.
She shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts.
"I wanted to thank you for making us "Aunts" of the baby. That was really sweet of you," she said with a smile.
"Your welcome," he said ruffling the back of her hair. "Your like the little sister I never had."
"That's because she is the little sister you never had. Your an only child remember," Jeff said smartly as he walked past their seats.
"Smart.." Chris muttered. Jessica clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Remember what we talked about. No unnecessary cursing, the baby might hear."
Chris sighed, "Yes dear." Amy stifled a laugh.
"Don't even think about it," Chris warned, narrowing his eyes. "Besides, Jeff is probably trying to get me back for my remark last night."
"You bet I am," Jeff shot back with a grin.
"Geez, you have ears like a linx," Chris remarked. He was sorely tempted to throw the magazine he was trying to read, at Jeff.
"Only when the conversation is about me," Jeff said, grinning.
Nora hit him lightly on the arm, but couldn't keep a smile from coming to her lips.
Amy, feeling exhausted from the last couple days, dozed off. In her sleep, her dreams troubled her. She dreamt she had waited to late, and that she became an old maid.
She woke up with a start.
"Are you okay Amy?" Jessica asked her in concern.
She nodded, "I'm okay." Anxious, she needed to talk to Matt. She undid her seat-belt. She walked up the aisle a ways, and to Matt's chair.
"Matt, can we talk?" Amy asked.
"Sure, what's up?" Matt was nervous about what Amy wanted to discuss with him. The plane hit an air pocket, and dipped. Amy landed squarely in Matt's lap. Matt instinctively wrapped his arms around Amy's waist to keep her out of harms way as much as possible. In seconds it was over. Amy blushed, even though she liked the feel of Matt's arms around her waist.
"Oh, uh sorry," they both stammered at the same time. Amy quickly scrambled off Matt's lap, while just as quickly he released her. Amy couldn't talk to him now. The situation was way too awkward at the moment. *Darn it, I blew it!* she thought to herself.
"What am I doing?" Matt asked himself. "I'm going to scare her away!"
Amy went back to her seat.
Chris asked in concern, "Do you want to talk Amy?"
She shook her head forlornly, "No thanks," she said softly.
Jeff leaned in toward Nora and whispered, "Did you see what just happened. Nora nodded. "They have been dancing around each other like this ever since we left North Carolina." They both need to talk to teach other about their changing relationship."
"Their scared to. Maybe they are afraid that it is a one-sided love," Nora said softly.
Jeff shrugged, "But it's easy to tell they're in love."
Nora put her hand on Jeff's arm. "Maybe for you, but not for them," she said gently.
"Perhaps," Jeff said thoughtfully. "You should have majored in psychology," Jeff said pointedly.
"I didn't need to, my roommate did," she said with a smile. "I was her favorite test subject," Nora said ruefully.
"Oh, so I have a crazy girlfriend do I," he said teasingly.
"I think not," she said elbowing him. Nora couldn't keep a straight face. "I need to keep you around just for your sense of humor," she said with a giggle. He started to protest, but she silenced him with a quick kiss on the lips.
Everything went well in San Francisco, no unexpected kidnappings, or unstable relatives. Amy and Matt didn't get a chance to talk though because they didn't see each other that much. For the next week the WWF traveled from state to state and unlike most of the time, half of her matches were by herself and not with the Hardys. It didn't matter anyway, because her line of thinking was along the lines of, *Yeah, like I'm going to discuss our personal lives in the middle of the ring, in front of thousands of people. I don't think so.* Amy was in her hotel room, staring at the tv, only mildly interested in Roswell. She looked at her watch. *8:00 o'clock, Matt is probably still awake. I have to talk to him about us. Maybe he has something to say about it too, I hope.* She took a deep breath. *It was now or never.* She went across the hall and knocked on Matt's door. No answer. *Maybe he's downstairs,* she thought. She passed Jeff's room, did a doubletake and stared through the open doorway. Jeff wasn't there, but Trish and Matt were-in the middle of an intense kiss!
If you would like to use my story on other sites, please ask me first.
This is the sequel to "Wounded."
Feedback please :)
Shakedown
Chapter 1: The Morning After
The next morning the WWF wrestlers were on their way to San Francisco. Chris and Jessica took a seat next to Amy. He waved a hand in front of Amy' face, no response.
"Hey, Amy, penny for your thoughts?" Chris asked.
She shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts.
"I wanted to thank you for making us "Aunts" of the baby. That was really sweet of you," she said with a smile.
"Your welcome," he said ruffling the back of her hair. "Your like the little sister I never had."
"That's because she is the little sister you never had. Your an only child remember," Jeff said smartly as he walked past their seats.
"Smart.." Chris muttered. Jessica clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Remember what we talked about. No unnecessary cursing, the baby might hear."
Chris sighed, "Yes dear." Amy stifled a laugh.
"Don't even think about it," Chris warned, narrowing his eyes. "Besides, Jeff is probably trying to get me back for my remark last night."
"You bet I am," Jeff shot back with a grin.
"Geez, you have ears like a linx," Chris remarked. He was sorely tempted to throw the magazine he was trying to read, at Jeff.
"Only when the conversation is about me," Jeff said, grinning.
Nora hit him lightly on the arm, but couldn't keep a smile from coming to her lips.
Amy, feeling exhausted from the last couple days, dozed off. In her sleep, her dreams troubled her. She dreamt she had waited to late, and that she became an old maid.
She woke up with a start.
"Are you okay Amy?" Jessica asked her in concern.
She nodded, "I'm okay." Anxious, she needed to talk to Matt. She undid her seat-belt. She walked up the aisle a ways, and to Matt's chair.
"Matt, can we talk?" Amy asked.
"Sure, what's up?" Matt was nervous about what Amy wanted to discuss with him. The plane hit an air pocket, and dipped. Amy landed squarely in Matt's lap. Matt instinctively wrapped his arms around Amy's waist to keep her out of harms way as much as possible. In seconds it was over. Amy blushed, even though she liked the feel of Matt's arms around her waist.
"Oh, uh sorry," they both stammered at the same time. Amy quickly scrambled off Matt's lap, while just as quickly he released her. Amy couldn't talk to him now. The situation was way too awkward at the moment. *Darn it, I blew it!* she thought to herself.
"What am I doing?" Matt asked himself. "I'm going to scare her away!"
Amy went back to her seat.
Chris asked in concern, "Do you want to talk Amy?"
She shook her head forlornly, "No thanks," she said softly.
Jeff leaned in toward Nora and whispered, "Did you see what just happened. Nora nodded. "They have been dancing around each other like this ever since we left North Carolina." They both need to talk to teach other about their changing relationship."
"Their scared to. Maybe they are afraid that it is a one-sided love," Nora said softly.
Jeff shrugged, "But it's easy to tell they're in love."
Nora put her hand on Jeff's arm. "Maybe for you, but not for them," she said gently.
"Perhaps," Jeff said thoughtfully. "You should have majored in psychology," Jeff said pointedly.
"I didn't need to, my roommate did," she said with a smile. "I was her favorite test subject," Nora said ruefully.
"Oh, so I have a crazy girlfriend do I," he said teasingly.
"I think not," she said elbowing him. Nora couldn't keep a straight face. "I need to keep you around just for your sense of humor," she said with a giggle. He started to protest, but she silenced him with a quick kiss on the lips.
Everything went well in San Francisco, no unexpected kidnappings, or unstable relatives. Amy and Matt didn't get a chance to talk though because they didn't see each other that much. For the next week the WWF traveled from state to state and unlike most of the time, half of her matches were by herself and not with the Hardys. It didn't matter anyway, because her line of thinking was along the lines of, *Yeah, like I'm going to discuss our personal lives in the middle of the ring, in front of thousands of people. I don't think so.* Amy was in her hotel room, staring at the tv, only mildly interested in Roswell. She looked at her watch. *8:00 o'clock, Matt is probably still awake. I have to talk to him about us. Maybe he has something to say about it too, I hope.* She took a deep breath. *It was now or never.* She went across the hall and knocked on Matt's door. No answer. *Maybe he's downstairs,* she thought. She passed Jeff's room, did a doubletake and stared through the open doorway. Jeff wasn't there, but Trish and Matt were-in the middle of an intense kiss!