A/N: Okay I got a PM asking about Torrie. And yes, this story is written so that she is on Raw.
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Sitting on my bed after my shower, book in hand, I exhaled and my mind wandered to just a few hours ago. Jeff and I had a tag match against Torrie and Carlito, and the match went perfectly. It was tonight after the match that we were to have a sweet moment that would officially start our 'relationship.'
"Are you almost ready?"
Looking up from my spot on my bed, I looked at my roommate, noticing that she wasn't talking to me my eyes went back to the book I was reading. Candice, Torrie and Mickie were going out to a club with a couple of other girls that worked with us. I decided to skip that, due to the massive headache I got right after the show.
Thinking back to the show, I couldn't help but wonder how the fans really felt about the new storyline. But more importantly, how I'd actually pull it off. How am I suppose to fool everyone that we're actually dating? Vince stopped us before we left and told us that he wanted this love thing to be different then the other ones that they had before. This time, he said, he wanted it to be 'real.' As in holding hands, and be seen together out of the arena.
Sighing, I couldn't get the concentration back to what I was reading, I tossed it aside and got onto Candice's bed, which was now covered in clothes. Candice was standing in front of the mirror in a tank top and shorts. Her hair was slightly curled, and her makeup done. I could tell she was thinking on what to wear. Rolling my eyes I got the black halter dress that was in hanging from the bathroom doorknob and held it out at arms length. Candice turned around, phone up to her ear, and smiled while taking the dress and looking around. Shaking my head, I walked over to the entertainment center, and picked up the heels that she got just the day before.
Candice emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and off the phone. She said a quick goodbye, said that she'll be back soon, then she was out the door. When she left I dropped onto my bed I blankly stared that the ceiling. Breathing in, I brought my hand up and ran it over my face. Doing a quick lip buzz, I sat back up and looked over at the clock. 10:08. It was mocking me. How many twenty-something year olds are home at ten? Well, maybe a lot, since it's a Monday night, but still, it's pretty sad.
Torrie, Mickie and Candice were out having fun, and here I am, the youngest of the group, in the hotel. Grabbing my purse and a hat I walked out the door and to the elevators.
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"Is this all miss?" The cashier asked, from the way he asked, I could tell that he really didn't care but had to say it.
Smiling, I nodding, and he started to ring up my snacks. Okay, so I didn't get that far, but hey, what can a girl do if she has a headache?
"Okay, thats 15.68 please." Looking at all the junk that was on the counter, I shrugged and started to find my wallet out of my purse. But before I could even pull it out I saw someone hand him money.
"We're together."
Following the owner of the hand, I looked up and saw none other then the guy who I was suppose to be 'all over', Jeff Hardy. I never in my life thought that one statement could have such a double meaning. Not saying anything, I fixed my hat, and looked back at the cashier. He gave Jeff his change. We took our stuff and walked out of there.
Making our way back to the elevators, he finally looked at me again.
"Since when did you wear glasses?"
"Since I was in the ninth grade." Was my answer, "I just always wore contacts."
From the way he nodded, I guessed that he was satisfied with my answer. He then looked at my bag and back at me.
"Hungry are we?"
"A girl has to eat right?"
"Sure," He smiled, "Why didn't you go out with the girls?"
Shrugging, I moved closer to him when two teenage girls walked in. I felt them looking at us, so I looked over and saw that they were looking at Jeff. Glancing at Jeff, I saw him looking forward, but grabbed my hand. My eyes immediately went to our hands when I felt his touch. He then moved his arm and placed it around me.
When the elevators door opened once again, I noticed that it was our floor. Walking off, Jeff let me go first but before he got off, he nodded to the girls and relinked hands with mine before we walked off. Before I could even think of what just happened the door closed and he released my hand.
Giving him a look, he smiled and shrugged, "They were wearing a wwe shirt, we have to do what the boss wants us to do."
Nodding, like I understood, I followed him down the long hallway. I didn't even notice that the girls were wearing a wwe shirt.
"You didn't answer my question."
Confused, I looked at him, and relized that I didn't answer the question he asked before the girls walked in.
"Well, maybe it's because I had a headache."
"Had?"
"Yes, had." The last part came up a bit as a shock to me as well, considering that I didn't even notice that my headache was gone. "Why didn't you go with them?"
"Do I look like a girl to you?" He blinked.
Smirking I tilted my head, "No, but you still could've gone. Chris went."
"But he never has a problem with being the only guy."
"True," I answered when we got in front of my room door, "Well I guess I'll see you later."
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks for buying this for me," I said lifting up the plastic bag, "You didn't have too."
"No problem," Was all he said before he started to walk away, "Good night."
Walking into the room, I set the bag on top of the counter. Sighing, I once again felt bored and lonely. A small smile came across my face when my mind traveled back to the elevator. The gentleness and warmth of his touch made me feel. Good. Really good. Biting my bottom lip, I turned around and pushed the door knob down.
"Jeff! Wait!" I called just in time, as he was just about to round the corner, "Since both of our roommates are gone, do you want to come in?"
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"Why are you laughing at me?" I asked, smiling. "It's not something you laugh about. Especially when the girl that told you is sitting across from you, with peanut butter in her hand."
"One, it's funny because you don't seem to be the kind of girl to run out of a room from a harmless spider, and two, you're the one who decided to play this game."
Glaring, I bit another piece of Oreo that was covered with peanut better. When he came in we picked a movie to watch, Enchanted, to be exact, when I got bored and decided to play Truth. Truth is a game that my eighth grade English class use to play. We'd split up in groups and we'd ask questions, easy or hard, and the person had to answer. If someone passed, you'd have to answer a question in order to win.
"You don't know that the spider was harmless, who knows, it might have been mad or something."
"Yes, of course." He said smacking his head, "PMS spider, why haven't I thought of that?"
"Shut up." I laughed and threw my cookie at him.
"Hey, it's not mature to play with your food." Mocking him, I took a sip of my water. "Mature Maria, anyway it's your turn."
Thinking, I glanced at the sky, "Do you think that aliens are watching us?"
"What kind of question is that?" He asked, "Come on Maria, I asked you a real question."
"It is a real question." I assured, "Come on, you know like when the clouds are in the sky, they opened their blinds and are looking down at us."
"I think that headache is coming back."
"You mister," I pointed, "Are no fun whats so ever!" I said and threw a gummy bear at him.
"Will you stop throwing food at me?"
"Nope," I said and flew a few more bears at him, before getting up and running away.
Laughing, I ran into the bedroom and jumped over the bed when I saw him running after me. I tried to get around the bed, but when I tried to escape, he just followed me.
Letting out a scream he looked at me in confusion, "No, Jeff, wait. Come here, there's a bug."
Sighing, he walked to my side of the bed and I backed up slowly, "Really Maria, it's just a harmless-" Before he got to finish his sentence, I pushed him on the bed while I made my escape.
Running out of that room, I made my way to where we started, but before I could even make it a few feet into the room, I felt myself being dragged down onto the floor. Laughing, I tried to catch my breath as the older male started to tickle me.
"Jeff!" I gasped, "Stop it! I'm sorry!"
However instead of feeling him stop, I heard the front door open. Looking up I saw my roommate and good friends standing there confusion written on their faces.
"I thought you had a headache."
Clearing his throat Jeff got off me and offered me a hand. Once off the floor, I smoothed out my top and looked at the speaker, "I did."
"Clearly." She smirked.
"I don't know Mickie, maybe this is why she wanted to say back."
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A/N: Yeah...Not so happy with the outcome of this chapter, but just wanted to show that I'm still here. Soo sorry for the wait, but I hope you still review.