A/N: Okay so as I put out the chapters to this story and as I read them, I fall more and more out of love with it. I don't know why, but I'm really beginning to dislike this story. How many writers do you know that dislike their own work? My guess would be not many. But anyway, this chapter is where you find out the different love interests. Basically how I introduced them was in a "here you go, in your face" kind of thing. But I'm really hoping the other stories will turn out better...well, I think I should escape the negativity. If my putting down of the story hasn't turned you off, then God bless you :). Lol, please read and review.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Jeff, John and Randy, but these lovely men are owned by the WWE. But if in fact I did own Jeff Hardy, I would have to give him to Alissa because if not she would just steal him from me...thanks Lis.
-Chapter Six: Crush Crush Crush-
"How about guys with guys and girls with girls?" Liz suggested.
"Well I'm all for it, but there are five guys and three girls... how are we going to manage that?" I questioned.
"I'll room with a girl," Randy spoke up, smirking.
"Down boy, you already got one," I replied, acknowledging John. Now, had it been anyone else who said that, they probably would have gotten a few teeth knocked out. But since I'm his adorable little sister, I'm sort of in a safe zone. So he just glared at me. "I'm up for staying with one of you guys."
"I'll room with you," Jeff volunteered. A shy smile spread accross my face, until John looked at me and I tried to hide it.
"No. I'll stay with Randy, Shawn Jeff and Hunter can stay together, and you three girls," John suggested to the group, ordering it to me.
I glared at him, snatched the key card from his hand, and headed to the stairs with my suitcases in hand. I climbed the stairs to the third floor and made my way to room 421. I slid the card into the scanner and walked into the room. I set my bags on the floor, made my way over to the bed, and fell face first on it. "I was so close!" I yelled into the comforter.
"So close to what?"
I jumped up turning around, and saw Becca dropping her bags beside mine. "N-Nothing," I stuttered, blushing. I did not want want anyone to hear that.
"Uh-huh..." she replied, unconvinced with a smirk on her face. "Hey Liz, can you go find out what time we have to be at the arena tomorrow?" Becca asked, taking Liz's bags and putting them next to ours.
"Sure," she answered, walking out of the room. Becca closed the door, and turned around with a huge smile on her face. "It's Jeff, isn't it?" she asked excitedly.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, sitting on the bed with my back facing her, trying to hide my guilty smile.
She scoffed, "Don't give me that, you have developed a liking to a certain Jeffrey Nero Hardy," she repeated sitting down beside me.
"He's my best friend," I stated, looking away from her.
"So? That doesn't mean anything," she said, pushing me to admit it.
"Even if I did, why would it make you so happy?" I asked, curious.
"Because I think it's cute," she answered smiling.
I smiled shyly and tried to hide it.
"Ha! I knew it!" she cooed, pointing at me and smiling happily.
I sighed and gave in, "Okay." She laughed triumphantly. "Okay, okay, but you can't say anything," I said, trying not to laugh.
She stopped immediatly and looked at me.. "Well that takes the fun out of it," she said, falling backwards on the bed.
"Well too bad, because I don't want anyone else to know," I said, laying down beside her on my side. "How did you figure it out, anyways?"
"I saw the look, or looks, on your face when you were going to stay with Jeff," she replied chuckling.
"Was it really that obvious?" I asked, a little nervous to hear her answer.
"Well, not until you got pissed at John," she replied laughing.
"Erg, I'm so stupid!" I yelled, grabbing a pillow and hiding my rosy cheeks beneathe it.
"Don't be like that, I'm sure Jeff didn't notice," she said, taking the pillow from me.
"You're lying," I said turning my head to face her.
"Actually, I'm not... he's not the sharpest crayon in the box," she said reassuringly.
"Hey, that's my best friend you're talking about!" I said, laughing slightly. "Well, I'm sorry but all guys have their moments," she replied sitting up on the bed.
"All guys have what moments?" Liz asked, walking through the door with Randy trailing in behind her.
"Nothing," Becca laughed, as I got up off the bed.
"Hey Jess, can I talk to you for a minute?" Randy asked.
"Sure," I replied reluctantly. I walked out into the hall as he followed me, closing the door behind him. "So, what's up?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I just want to apologize for what I did yesterday," he said, shifting his weight nervously on his feet.
"You mean the pool thing?" I questioned.
"Yeah," he confirmed. "I didn't mean to upset you, I won't do it again," he added.
"I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you," I said with an annoyed look on my face. He looked a little unsure, then I smiled and added "I mean, you are my brother's best friend."
"Thanks Jess, I really am sorry," he said nervously.
"It's okay, I know," I chuckled, pulling him into a hug. He hugged me back and we walked back into the room.
"Okay, so what do we do now?" Liz asked as Randy shut the door.
"I don't know, it's only about 2..." I paused, "What do you guys want to do?" I finished.
"How about we go swimming at the beach?" Randy suggested. I looked up at him as if to say 'are you really that stupid?' He must have gotten it, because he then added "Well you don't have to go in."
"You just want to see me in a bikini," Becca said matter-of-factly.
"Maybe..." Randy trailed off. "I was really shocked, did I just see Becca blush? Wow, I've never seen her do that before.
"Okay, Randy, we'll go. Now go and get everyone else," I said, pushing him out the door. Now it was my turn to be the smartass. "I think there is someone else in here who has a crush," I sang childishly, walking back towards the girls.
"Aw man, how did you know?!"
Becca and I both turned to look at Liz. She looked nervously back at us. "I wasn't talking about you," I told her.
"Oh..." she blushed.
I sighed and said "Alright, who is it?"
"No one."
I scoffed and said "Oh please, you don't say something like 'how did you know' when someone talks about a crush, and then not say who it is."
"Well, you're gonna make fun of me," she said nervously.
"I'll try not to," I replied with a small smile.
"Okay, it's John."
My smile fell off my face as my jaw hit the floor. "Ewww!" was all I managed to say. "That's my brother!" I yelled in amazement.
"No shit, I think I realized that a while ago," she replied. I slapped Becca's shoulder and said "Say something!" She just kind of looked on, then slowly smiled.
"Hey, don't think you're off the hook," I said, pushing her lightly.
"I wasn't on one," she replied, getting out her bikini.
"Oh please, you like Randy," I said with attitude while putting my hands on my hips.
"Maybe..." she said smiling, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.
We all walked out the front doors to the hotel and followed the path way down to the beach in our swimsuits. We walked over to where Randy, Shawn, John, Jeff, and Hunter were all waiting for us. Shawn was throwing sand at Hunter, and Hunter was chasing him while the guys just stood there laughing. I chuckled a little then layed my towel down behind them. I put on my sunglasses as the other girls spread out their towels. I sat down on mine and started to put on sunscreen as the guys all ran into the water.
"You won't mind if we leave you and go into the water with them, would you?" Becca asked nervously.
"No, go ahead," I said smiling and laying down.
"Okay, see you later," Liz said as the two of them ran to the water.
I put my earbuds to my mp3 player into my ears and put it on shuffle, mouthing the words to the songs that would come on. Every now and then I would look out at everyone in the water and laugh at the crazy things they were doing. I was just laying there on my back, listening to calming music flow into my ears, when I felt dripping on my feet. I looked down at them, then ran my eyes over the wet legs, toned chest, and up to the glistening face of who my shower was comming from.
