Chapter 7:
"Do ya think we should wake her up?" Matt asked softly as he, Jeff, and Amy looked down at Jean's sleeping form. "It's three already, and we have to be at the arena in half an hour."
"No," Amy whispered back. "Let her sleep because she definitely needs to catch up on it."
"But how will she get into the arena without us?" Jeff asked curiously.
"I'll leave her my pass and money for a cab," Amy said. "Let me just write her a note so that she'll know where to go and everything." Amy quickly wrote all the information that Jean would need on a piece of paper, and put it on the nightstand next to her bed along with the pass and money for a cab. "Let's go," she said quietly to the guys as they headed towards the door.
*Knock Knock*
Jean woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door invaded her consciousness. She glanced over at the clock to see that it was 4:55 PM and her eyes widened. "Who is it?" she called as she climbed out of the bed. When no one answered she shrugged and figured that someone had knocked on the wrong door and then realized their error. She glanced at the nightstand and picked up Amy's note, and she had just started to read it when the person knocked again. "Who is it?" she asked nervously and paled when there was still no response. She tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized the person on the other side of the door. She quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open, and then stuck her tongue out at the person on the other side of the door. "You just scared the crap out of me, you know that?" she complained to Trish Stratus, another of the women wrestlers in the WWE and Amy's best friend.
Trish jumped as she heard Jean's voice. "Crap! Sorry, I didn't realize that you'd woken up yet because I was zoning out." The blonde flushed and looked at her feet.
"Are you okay?" Jean asked curiously, wondering about the blonde's odd behavior.
"Um, yeah," Trish said. "I'm just having men problems."
"Oh hell, that's normal then," Jean said rolling her eyes. "Men are a problem that no one has figured out the answer to."
Trish laughed. "Isn't that the truth. But anyway, Amy and the guys wanted me to come wake you up since I had tonight off."
"Yeah, I was definitely still asleep," Jean admitted and laughed at herself. "It felt so good though."
"Yeah, sleep is always good, and you can never get enough of it in this business," Trish said longingly. "But anyway, they want you to hurry up and get ready so that you can head to the arena because Vince wants to talk to you before the show begins."
"Okay, thanks Trish," Jean smiled at her. "I'll hurry up and get ready now."
"Cool," Trish said. "Well, I guess I'll see you later because I'm going to go work out in the gym downstairs," the blonde said as she started to walk away.
"Alright, I'll see you later then. Oh, by the way Trish, if you want to talk about the man problem later I'm more than willing to listen," Jean offered.
"Thanks," Trish smiled at her. "I'll get back to you on that if I can't figure it out on my own."
"Deal. I'll talk to you later then!" Jean called down the hallway to Trish and then she headed back into the suite to get ready for her meeting with Vince. She hopped in the shower, and then blow-dried her hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail, then walked out into the bedroom to go through her suitcase. She finally decided on a black skirt that stopped a little above her knees, and a three-quarter length white oxford shirt with a white tank underneath and black boots. She got dressed quickly, put on her jewelry and make-up, and then put the pass, money, and the keycard to the room in her purse and headed out after spraying herself with Velocity, her favorite perfume. She stopped at the front desk and requested a cab, then went outside to wait for it because it was so nice out. The cab arrived about five minutes later, and she told him where to go and then paid him once they arrived. She grabbed Amy's pass and put it on as she walked to the back entrance of the building where Amy had told her to go.
"Hi," she said to the security guard standing there. "My name's Jean Hardy, and I have an interview with Vince McMahon tonight."
"Really?" the man said sarcastically. "I wasn't informed of anyone other than the established wrestlers coming tonight so I won't be able to let you in."
"I'm Jeff and Matt Hardy's cousin though, and Amy Dumas gave me her pass so that I'd be able to get in," Jean explained quickly, hoping that the man would let her in. She knew there was no way she could get past the man who looked like he weighed about 400 lbs.
His eyes narrowed and he looked at her pass. "That's Amy's pass alright, but I want to know how you stole it from her," he said harshly, glaring at her.
"I didn't steal it! She gave it to me!" Jean exclaimed, wilting under the man's glare. "She's going out with my cousin Matt and she gave it to me so that I could get in!"
"I'm sorry, I can't let you in unless I've been told by one of the McMahons," the security guard said to her. "You're not getting anywhere."
Jean paled and looking at the ground she turned and ran right into someone. "Oh shit," she said as she started to fall, but then someone quickly caught her and kept her from falling. "Oh, thanks," she said as she looked up into the face of the man who'd saved her. *Wow, he's really, really hot! I don't know who he is, but damn...can I keep him?* Jean thought to herself as she smiled at him.
"Not a problem," he said, smiling at her. He looked down at her, then at the security guard and raised an eyebrow. "So what exactly is the problem here?" he asked.
"She says that she's the Hardy's cousin, and she has an interview with your father," the security guard explained. "She has Lita's pass, but I can't let her in because I wasn't told to expect anyone."
*Wait, his father? This is Vince McMahon's son? Aww, dammit. That means he's hands off.* Jean thought dejectedly.
The man nodded. "I'll take responsibility for her," he said. "I know my father was expecting their cousin tonight, but from the way he talked I thought it was a guy, but apparently I was wrong," he said, winking at Jean.
"Alright Shane," the guard said as he opened the door to let them in.
"Thank you so much," Jean said as she turned to Shane once they were inside. "I didn't think I was ever going to get in here."
Shane laughed. "It's not a problem," he said. "I knew my dad was expecting someone, and I figured that since I was there I could help you out."
"It's very, very much appreciated," Jean said. "But um, can you help me out one more time?"
"With what?" Shane smiled at her.
"Can you show me where their dressing room is?" she asked nervously.
"Of course," Shane said. "Follow me." He led her down a maze of interconnecting hallways, and finally stopped at a door that said 'Hardy Boyz' on it and knocked.
"Just a second!"
Jean laughed as she heard Matt's voice from inside. "Five to one he's making out with Amy," she said, rolling her eyes.
Shane laughed. "More than likely," he agreed.
"Well anyway, thanks for helping me out tonight," Jean said, smiling at him.
"You're very welcome," Shane said again. "You can stop thanking me at any time now," he teased.
Jean laughed. "Okay then, see if I ever thank you for anything again," she joked.
Shane rolled his eyes. "Now that's taking it a bit far," he laughed.
Jean grinned. "Okay, I'll thank you for important things then. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Alright well, I guess I will see you around when I have my interview with Mr. McMahon and everything," Jean said shyly, looking down at her feet. She gave Shane a quick hug, and then disappeared into the locker room as Matt opened the door. "Bye!" she called to him.
"Bye," Shane replied, and then he walked away shaking his head. He had a feeling that things were going to get interesting around here. His cell phone started ringing then, and he looked down at the caller ID and smiled widely. "Hi honey," he said as he answered his wife's call.
"Do ya think we should wake her up?" Matt asked softly as he, Jeff, and Amy looked down at Jean's sleeping form. "It's three already, and we have to be at the arena in half an hour."
"No," Amy whispered back. "Let her sleep because she definitely needs to catch up on it."
"But how will she get into the arena without us?" Jeff asked curiously.
"I'll leave her my pass and money for a cab," Amy said. "Let me just write her a note so that she'll know where to go and everything." Amy quickly wrote all the information that Jean would need on a piece of paper, and put it on the nightstand next to her bed along with the pass and money for a cab. "Let's go," she said quietly to the guys as they headed towards the door.
*Knock Knock*
Jean woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door invaded her consciousness. She glanced over at the clock to see that it was 4:55 PM and her eyes widened. "Who is it?" she called as she climbed out of the bed. When no one answered she shrugged and figured that someone had knocked on the wrong door and then realized their error. She glanced at the nightstand and picked up Amy's note, and she had just started to read it when the person knocked again. "Who is it?" she asked nervously and paled when there was still no response. She tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized the person on the other side of the door. She quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open, and then stuck her tongue out at the person on the other side of the door. "You just scared the crap out of me, you know that?" she complained to Trish Stratus, another of the women wrestlers in the WWE and Amy's best friend.
Trish jumped as she heard Jean's voice. "Crap! Sorry, I didn't realize that you'd woken up yet because I was zoning out." The blonde flushed and looked at her feet.
"Are you okay?" Jean asked curiously, wondering about the blonde's odd behavior.
"Um, yeah," Trish said. "I'm just having men problems."
"Oh hell, that's normal then," Jean said rolling her eyes. "Men are a problem that no one has figured out the answer to."
Trish laughed. "Isn't that the truth. But anyway, Amy and the guys wanted me to come wake you up since I had tonight off."
"Yeah, I was definitely still asleep," Jean admitted and laughed at herself. "It felt so good though."
"Yeah, sleep is always good, and you can never get enough of it in this business," Trish said longingly. "But anyway, they want you to hurry up and get ready so that you can head to the arena because Vince wants to talk to you before the show begins."
"Okay, thanks Trish," Jean smiled at her. "I'll hurry up and get ready now."
"Cool," Trish said. "Well, I guess I'll see you later because I'm going to go work out in the gym downstairs," the blonde said as she started to walk away.
"Alright, I'll see you later then. Oh, by the way Trish, if you want to talk about the man problem later I'm more than willing to listen," Jean offered.
"Thanks," Trish smiled at her. "I'll get back to you on that if I can't figure it out on my own."
"Deal. I'll talk to you later then!" Jean called down the hallway to Trish and then she headed back into the suite to get ready for her meeting with Vince. She hopped in the shower, and then blow-dried her hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail, then walked out into the bedroom to go through her suitcase. She finally decided on a black skirt that stopped a little above her knees, and a three-quarter length white oxford shirt with a white tank underneath and black boots. She got dressed quickly, put on her jewelry and make-up, and then put the pass, money, and the keycard to the room in her purse and headed out after spraying herself with Velocity, her favorite perfume. She stopped at the front desk and requested a cab, then went outside to wait for it because it was so nice out. The cab arrived about five minutes later, and she told him where to go and then paid him once they arrived. She grabbed Amy's pass and put it on as she walked to the back entrance of the building where Amy had told her to go.
"Hi," she said to the security guard standing there. "My name's Jean Hardy, and I have an interview with Vince McMahon tonight."
"Really?" the man said sarcastically. "I wasn't informed of anyone other than the established wrestlers coming tonight so I won't be able to let you in."
"I'm Jeff and Matt Hardy's cousin though, and Amy Dumas gave me her pass so that I'd be able to get in," Jean explained quickly, hoping that the man would let her in. She knew there was no way she could get past the man who looked like he weighed about 400 lbs.
His eyes narrowed and he looked at her pass. "That's Amy's pass alright, but I want to know how you stole it from her," he said harshly, glaring at her.
"I didn't steal it! She gave it to me!" Jean exclaimed, wilting under the man's glare. "She's going out with my cousin Matt and she gave it to me so that I could get in!"
"I'm sorry, I can't let you in unless I've been told by one of the McMahons," the security guard said to her. "You're not getting anywhere."
Jean paled and looking at the ground she turned and ran right into someone. "Oh shit," she said as she started to fall, but then someone quickly caught her and kept her from falling. "Oh, thanks," she said as she looked up into the face of the man who'd saved her. *Wow, he's really, really hot! I don't know who he is, but damn...can I keep him?* Jean thought to herself as she smiled at him.
"Not a problem," he said, smiling at her. He looked down at her, then at the security guard and raised an eyebrow. "So what exactly is the problem here?" he asked.
"She says that she's the Hardy's cousin, and she has an interview with your father," the security guard explained. "She has Lita's pass, but I can't let her in because I wasn't told to expect anyone."
*Wait, his father? This is Vince McMahon's son? Aww, dammit. That means he's hands off.* Jean thought dejectedly.
The man nodded. "I'll take responsibility for her," he said. "I know my father was expecting their cousin tonight, but from the way he talked I thought it was a guy, but apparently I was wrong," he said, winking at Jean.
"Alright Shane," the guard said as he opened the door to let them in.
"Thank you so much," Jean said as she turned to Shane once they were inside. "I didn't think I was ever going to get in here."
Shane laughed. "It's not a problem," he said. "I knew my dad was expecting someone, and I figured that since I was there I could help you out."
"It's very, very much appreciated," Jean said. "But um, can you help me out one more time?"
"With what?" Shane smiled at her.
"Can you show me where their dressing room is?" she asked nervously.
"Of course," Shane said. "Follow me." He led her down a maze of interconnecting hallways, and finally stopped at a door that said 'Hardy Boyz' on it and knocked.
"Just a second!"
Jean laughed as she heard Matt's voice from inside. "Five to one he's making out with Amy," she said, rolling her eyes.
Shane laughed. "More than likely," he agreed.
"Well anyway, thanks for helping me out tonight," Jean said, smiling at him.
"You're very welcome," Shane said again. "You can stop thanking me at any time now," he teased.
Jean laughed. "Okay then, see if I ever thank you for anything again," she joked.
Shane rolled his eyes. "Now that's taking it a bit far," he laughed.
Jean grinned. "Okay, I'll thank you for important things then. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Alright well, I guess I will see you around when I have my interview with Mr. McMahon and everything," Jean said shyly, looking down at her feet. She gave Shane a quick hug, and then disappeared into the locker room as Matt opened the door. "Bye!" she called to him.
"Bye," Shane replied, and then he walked away shaking his head. He had a feeling that things were going to get interesting around here. His cell phone started ringing then, and he looked down at the caller ID and smiled widely. "Hi honey," he said as he answered his wife's call.
