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Disclaimer: Lemme check... nope. Still don't own WWE.
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Bijou watched as the fans began to walk away after getting their autographs. She absentmindedly rubbed her wrist which was now cramping from signing a little over twenty autographs. The new Diva began looking around, trying to find the youngest Hardy who had disappeared a while ago in the semi-large crowd. She jumped when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, picking her up into the air and swinging her side to side.
"Put me the fuck down Hardy," she screamed, her world jolting around in odd motions because of the way he was jerking her about. Bijou began kicking her feet slightly, trying to reach the ground. Jeff quickly put her down when the back of her heal came close to clipping him in the crotch.
"C'mon. Shawn's probably waiting," Jeff said with a smile as he began walking back into the building. Bijou nodded her head and followed closely behind him. She looked around the halls, not paying attention where she was going. She ended up bumping into Jeff, hitting her nose against his back, when he stopped in front of the men's locker room door.
"Jeeze. Watch where you're goin'," Jeff said when he was almost knocked into the door.
"Well if you'd just warn me you were stopping, I wouldn't have even bumped into you," Bijou said rubbing her nose.
"Oh, so now its my fault?" Jeff asked raising an eyebrow, turning to look at the blonde. Bijou nodded her head, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. The youngest Hardy shook his head before reaching for the door knob and pushing the door open. On the other side a loud thud was heard, followed by a string of incomplete cuss words. The owner of the voice obviously didn't want to cuss, and there was only one person in the WWE who was like that; Shawn. Jeff opened the door fully when he was sure no one was in front of it. He looked around the room to find Shawn sitting on a bench, his head was tilted back and he was holding his nose.
"You gave him a nose bleed," Paul LeVesque said walking over to Shawn, holding out a wad of toilet paper to his friend.
"Thanks," Shawn said as he pressed the toilet paper to his nose. "Where's Bijou?"
"Is any one naked in there?" Bijou called through the locker room door as if on cue. Jeff chuckled before doing a quick locker room check, making sure every one had their pants on.
"Every one's dressed," Jeff called back to her, smiling when the locker room door opened a smidge. Bijou poked her head in through the opening and looked around before stepping inside the room. She glanced at Shawn and frowned, walking over to the older man.
"Jeeze. What's with you and hurting people's noses?" the blonde asked, turning towards the youngest Hardy. Jeff shrugged his shoulders before turning to walk to his locker. He pulled out his gym bag and walked over to the other three.
"Come on Shawn. Grab your gym bag and let's go," the rainbow-haired wrestler said. Shawn nodded his head and grabbed his gym bag, still holding the toilet paper to his nose.
"Shit! I left my gym bag in the catering area," Bijou said as she hopped up from where she was sitting. She sprinted out of the men's locker room and ran into the catering area, nearly tripping over her own feet. She quickly scanned the room before spotting her black gym bag. The blonde ran over and picked it up before sprinting back to the men's locker room where Shawn and Jeff were waiting, making it back in record time. She skidded to a halt before collapsing against the stone wall trying to catch her breath.
"Y'know you didn't have to run," Jeff said with a smirk as he looked over at the new Diva. Bijou replied with giving the youngest Hardy the finger.
"A little fiesty aren't we?" Shawn asked eyeing the blonde.
"Shut up old timer," Bijou said jokingly as she looked over at Shawn. Shawn rolled his eyes before walking down the hallway towards the exit, all in all, a little hurt about the 'old timer' comment.
"Shawn doesn't like being confronted about his age," Paul whispered in Bijou's ear as the trio of superstars walked down the hallway, following after the Heartbreak Kid. The blonde looked back at Paul, a little confused.
"He's only forty-one. That's really not that old, I mean my dad's fifty-two," Bijou said watching as the oldest of the four walked out into the parking lot.
"Really? How old are you?" Jeff asked looking over at Bijou. He was expecting her to say she was around twenty-five, but he got a completely different answer.
"I'm nineteen," the blonde answered, not really paying attention to anything. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Jeff grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. In the process he almost tripped up Paul, who was walking behind Bijou.
"You're only nineteen?!" Jeff exclaimed looking over the blonde, his eyes slightly resting on her full breasts.
"Yeah. Is that a problem?" the blonde asked snapping the rainbow-haired wrestler out of his trance.
"No, no. Not at all. I just thought you were a lot older," Jeff said awkwardly.
"Um, not that it bothers me, but could you two move so I can get to my car?" Paul asked, motioning with his hands that he wanted to step around the two. Bijou blushed slightly before stepping closer to Jeff, nearly pushing the youngest Hardy up against the wall. She watched as Paul walked passed her and out into the parking lot, never noticing the fact that Jeff was loosing his senses. The blonde moved away from the rainbow-haired wrestler and slightly skipped down the hallway. She stopped at the door when she noticed her friend hadn't been following her.
"You comin' or not?" she asked, looking back at Jeff. The youngest Hardy nodded his head before walking over to her and opening the door. He motioned for the blonde to leave first. She smiled up at him before stepping outside and spotting Shawn standing next to a small white toyota. The blonde ran over to the older man and gave him a quick hug.
"Sorry for the old timer comment. I was just joking," Bijou said leaning back against the car. Shawn smiled slightly at Bijou before nodding his head in an understanding way.
"So are we still friends?" the blonde asked looking hopefully up at the Heartbreak Kid. Shawn chuckled before nodding his head. Bijou jumped when a loud beeping noise echoed through out the garage. She looked around trying to figure out what it was.
"What the hell was that?" she asked looking over at Jeff.
"Um, the car doors just unlocked," Jeff said smiling as he walked over to the two, the keys dangling from his fingers. Bijou looked away feeling really stupid. She watched as Shawn opened up the trunk and loaded his bag into the car. She let out a low whistle, succesfully getting Shawn's attention, before throwing her gym bag at the older man. Bijou sighed when he caught it and put it in the back. The blonde watched as Jeff put his bag in the back and closed the trunk. She noticed Shawn was walking around the other side of the car to get to the passenger side.
"Shot gun!" Bijou called right when Shawn had reached the car door.
"What?" Shawn asked looking up at her watching as she ran over to the side of the car he was on. Before he could say any more, he was being lightly pushed out of the way. Bijou opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat, sticking her tongue out at the older man. Shawn rolled his eyes and shut the door for her before climbing into the backseat.
"Why is Shawn sittin' in the backseat?" Jeff asked as he opened the driver side door. Bijou shrugged and watched as the rainbow-haired wrestler began to lower himself into the seat. Before he could sit down completely, the blonde grabbed onto the bandana that had been dangling from Jeff's back pocket and pulled it out.
"What the hell?" he asked once he had sat down, looking over at the blonde.
"I want it," Bijou said with a smile. Jeff hesitantly nodded his head before putting the keys into the ignition and switching on the car. At the last minute he closed his car door before backing out of his parking space and out of the parking garage.
"Shot gun has dibs on the radio," Bijou said tuning the radio to a local rock station.
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The trio was halfway back to the hotel when a very familiar song came on the radio. Bijou squealed when she heard the first riff of the song, immidiately recognizing it. She quickly flipped down the visor to look into the mirror as she tied the black and red bandana around her head, a part of the bandana was hanging down to her shoulder. The blonde began swaying side to side as the lyrics flooded through out the small, compact car.
"She's got a smile that it seems to me/ Reminds me of childhood memories/ Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky/ Now and then when I see her face/ She takes me away to that special/ And if I stare to long/ I'd probably break down and cry/ Sweet child o' mine/ Sweet love of mine," Bijou sang in her best voice, trying to do her best Axl Rose impression.
Jeff watched Bijou out of the corner of his eye, he was still trying to pay attention to the road. He smiled slightly at the way she was swaying side to side in her seat, occasionally snapping her fingers. She was obviously trying to look like Axl Rose, the lead singer of Gun N' Roses. The rainbow-haired wrestler decided to sing along when the lyrics flooded through out the car again.
"She's got eyes of the bluest skies/ As if they thought of rain/ I hate to look into those eyes/ And see an ounce of pain/ Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place/ Where as a child I'd hide/ And pray for the thunder/ And the rain/ To quietly pass me by/ Sweet child o' mine/ Sweet love of mine," The two superstars sang in unison, their voices blending together nicely. Jeff bobbed his head and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat. He momentarilly glanced at Bijou and smiled at her before returning his gaze to the road ahead. Looking in the review mirror, he noticed that Shawn was pretending to air guitar in the back. The sight immediately made him burst out into laughter.
"Shut up! You're ruining the guitar solo," Bijou said slapping Jeff to make him shut up.
"Sorry, sorry. Just look at Shawn," Jeff said calming down slightly. Bijou raised an eyebrow before turning in her seat to face Shawn. She smiled when she noticed he was playing air guitar.
"Yeah Shawn!" she shouted out of no where, startling the older man. Shawn smiled at her before continuing on with his air guitar. Bijou turned back to face the front, mimicing what ever Axl Rose was singing in the song. When the song was over and another song came one Bijou turned down the radio and took a deep breath.
"I love that song," she said bouncing up and down in her seat a bit.
"I couldn't tell," Jeff said sarcastically, rolling his green eyes. Bijou smiled at him before turning to look out the window as the car pulled into the hotel parking lot. They circled the lot a few times before finally finding a parking spot. As the car rolled to a halt, Bijou opened up her door and jumped out. She quickly ran to the back of the car and waited for Jeff to pop the trunk. Once the trunk was opened she grabbed all of their bags and pulled them out of the back. She set the bags down and grabbed her own before skipping into the hotel.
Bijou looked around in awe. She had never been in a hotel that was so fancy. The walls were adorned in fine paintings of flowers and such, each picture hanging in their own golden frames. Slowly, she walked through the lobby, taking it all in. She ran her fingers of a green couch as she passed by it, still looking around. Off to the side in the corner of the lobby she noticed a large grand piano. The blonde stopped walking when she came to the front desk, catching the attention of the female clerk.
"Am I registered in a room?" Bijou asked, drumming her fingers on the wood.
"What is your name?" the clerk asked as she walked over to a computer and began searching for it.
"Bijou Delacroix."
"Yes, you're in room 109. Here's your key card and don't worry about paying, it's already been taken care of," the clerk said holding out the blonde's key card. Bijou smiled before taking a hold of her card and putting it in her pocket. Before she could walk to her room, Jeff grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away.
"Where are we going?" Bijou asked as the rainbow-haired wrestler said pulling her into a room.
"Um the bar," Jeff said looking around for an empty seat. He smiled when he saw two seats open in front of the bar. He pulled her over to the seat and sat her down.
"Why are we in here?"
"To have a little party to honor your first day as a WWE Diva," Jeff said sitting down and trying to flag down a bar tender.
"Um, yeah, I can't drink. I'm only nineteen."
"So? I started drinking when I was young."
"True. Hell, you were even on cocai-"
"Shut up," Jeff snapped looking over at the blonde. He didn't like being reminded of the bad stages he went through.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Bijou said shifting in her seat awkwardly. The youngest Hardy could obviously tell he had made her uncomfortable.
"No. I'm the one who should be sorry. Let me buy you a drink."
"Fine. If they have Mike's Hard, I want it," Bijou said.
"I thought you said you didn't drink."
"I've had Mike's Hard before on accident. It was pretty good," Bijou said as a bar tender walked up to them.They ordered their drinks and with in a few minutes, both of them had acoholic beverages in their hands. The two superstars sat in silence for a while and drank their drinks, eventually striking up a coversation.