I own only the Sam Sanders character. I, sadly, do not own the wrestlers.
-Flashback-
"Jeff, welcome to The Highlight Reel..." Chris began.
"Cut the welcoming crap Jericho" Jeff spat.
"Ok I..." Chris began again, but Jeff put his hand over Chris's mic.
"No, shut up and let me talk. I'll deal with you in a minute; I want to talk to your little ho." Jeff said glaring at Sam.
Sam raised her mic to her lips. "Shoot."
"Alright, so tell me, how long has this been going on?" Jeff asked.
"Not long." Sam said with a defiant look in her eye. She wasn't gonna let Jeff get to her.
"Ok, why? Why did you do it?" Jeff yelled.
"I fell in love with someone else! That's why! You never listened to me! You where too busy doing something else to do anything with me! There was no more passion in our relationship, Jeff! I know you never gave a damn honey, but I cried for you! CRIED FOR YOU... you probably wouldn't have told anybody if I had died for you Jeff, I know that's exactly what you wanted; you wanted me to die for you!" Sam screamed, Jeff had officially gotten to her.
"You know what... you're a whore. I can't believe I thought you'd be faithful to me! You're nothing but a no good, piece of trash, filthy two – dollar slut! You two better grow some eyes in the back of your heads, because I will gain revenge..." Jeff screamed, then looked at Sam and continued "ON BOTH OF YOU!"
Jeff threw his mic down and got out of the ring. Chris grabbed Sam and helped her out of the ring and walked up the ramp, swearing at the fans and whatnot. Soon as they got behind the curtain, Chris Jericho turned back into Chris Irvine and he pulled Sam close to him.
"He won't touch you... I promise, Sam, I promise." Chris whispered as he held Sam.
Chris had left Sam in his locker room after The Highlight Reel. He told her to stay there; he just needed to attack Matt in the Hardyz locker room to further our angle.
-Flashback-
"I won't be long; I'll be 30 minutes tops okay?" Chris said, placing a kiss on Sam's lips.
"Fine." She didn't want him to leave her.
Chris left the room and Sam saw this as an opportunity to think. She thought about how she and Jeff never officially broke up. She wasn't going to go break up with him by herself, besides she wouldn't be able to face him alone or with someone. She thought of ways she could do it without seeing him. Then it came to her... she would write a letter, or a poem or something... A song! She'd been writing songs since she was 14 years old. She decided to do it. She grabbed her notebook out of her travel bag and just wrote.
Sparkling grey,
Through my own veins
Any more than a whisper
Any sudden movement of my heart
And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away
Just get through this day
Give up your way, you could be anything,
Give up my way,
and lose myself,
not today
That's too much guilt to pay
Sickened in the sun
You dare tell me you love me
But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die
Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way
You're just so pretty in your pain
Give up my way, and I could be anything
I'll make my own way
Without your senseless hate
So run, run, run
And hate me, if it feels good
I can't hear your screams anymore
You lied to me
But I'm older now
And I'm not buying baby
Demanding my response
Don't bother breaking the door down
I found my way out
And you'll never hurt me again
Sam felt like she just got a weight of her chest. She just needed to find a way to give it to Jeff.It was almost like Jay had heard her thoughts. He opened the door to Chris's locker room, scaring Sam, but only for a second.
"Why hello stranger! I see how it is, my best friend gets put with the first ever undisputed champion and she stops talking to her best friend who totally reeks of awesomeness!" Jay pouted.
"Ah, HI JAAAAY!" She yelled running over to him and throwing her arms around his neck, "I missed you!"
"I missed you too!" Jay laughed. "Now word about Locker Room is that you've made sweet, sweet love to Ayatollah of Rock N Rolla... Is there truth to that statement?"
"Possibly" Sam teased.
"Come on spill!" Jay sounded like a teenage girl.
"Fine! I've slept with him a grand total of... Three times!" Sam gushed.
"I heard it was only twice, from what Trish said." Jay laughed.
"Well, we had a little meeting in here before the Highlight Reel, and we, uh, warmed each other up." Sam smiled.
"Spare me the details please!" Jay begged covering his ears.
"You are such a nerd!" she laughed
"I know, but so are you! That's why we're best friends!" Jay said smugly.
"Ha, ahh I love ya Jet Plane (a/n- you know... Jay-Jay The Jet Plane!)" Sam smiled.
"I love you too bub" Jay returned his best friends smile.
"Hey since you love me so much, wanna do me a favor?" Sam asked.
"It depends on what it is." Jay answered raising an eyebrow.
"It's just giving this paper to Jeff, I don't have the guts to do it myself, and so I was wondering if you would Jet Plane..." Sam said, using her best puppy dog eyes.
"Only because you used the eyes! That's the only reason I'll do it" Jay sighed.
"YAY! Thank you Jay-Jay! Love you!" Sam shrieked and hugged her best friend.
"Yeah, you better..." he said as he walked out of Chris's locker room.
Sam felt free. She was done with Jeff Hardy... she hoped.
She felt untouchable, like nothing or no one could reach her. They say you know when you love someone when you feel completely invincible when you're in their arms... Chris Irvine made her feel that way... and he still does.
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: ) Yeeeep, It's Jericho!
68 stones from a broken heart- I know you didn't want it to be Jericho, but there's a good reason I picked him, it will play itself out, I promise : )
