Chapter Fourteen- Switch
Just two weeks after that, I have a title defense. Tonight is the night that Jeff and I reveal to the world that we were together. Of course, it's just a storyline, right? We've never had anything that even remotely resembled a relationship, at least, not of a boyfriend/girlfriend sort. The only kind of relationship we've ever had was a hate/hate relationship. When the music for the New Team X-Treme hits, we go out onto the top of the stage and he wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me to him and then walking down with me to the ring. We get on the turnbuckles and do the old Hardy Guns, then Jaqueline comes down to the ring. Our match begins, and I pull through as planned. At the end, Jeff holds my arm up with one hand and my belt with another, then turns his head and kisses me ever so slowly. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him back, then we separate and smile into the crowd, holding our arms up before Jeff scoops me up into his arms and carries me back to the entrance tunnel, where he immediately lets me go, almost causing me to fall on my butt. "What the hell was that for?! You could have at least put me down like a normal human being, not just drop me like a basket full of dirty laundry!" "Go get dressed; we have to be in Toronto by tomorrow," he says, completely ignoring my question. "Who all's riding?" I ask. "You, me, Matt, Adam, and Jay." "God, everybody's gonna be in the damn car... I told Adam to get his slack ass to the car dealership and buy a freakin' car..." I grumble. "I got shotgun," Jeff says. "Who's car are we taking?" "Yours, duh." "Then I'm driving, freak." He sighs, frustrated. "God! Why can't Matt drive?! I don't know if I can trust you behind the wheel of a car! At least I know Matt won't run into the mailboxes and telephone poles, not to mention the barriers on the goddamn highway!" "Why can't you just shut your fuckin' mouth for once?!" "For the simple reason that you're the one telling me to."
Just two weeks after that, I have a title defense. Tonight is the night that Jeff and I reveal to the world that we were together. Of course, it's just a storyline, right? We've never had anything that even remotely resembled a relationship, at least, not of a boyfriend/girlfriend sort. The only kind of relationship we've ever had was a hate/hate relationship. When the music for the New Team X-Treme hits, we go out onto the top of the stage and he wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me to him and then walking down with me to the ring. We get on the turnbuckles and do the old Hardy Guns, then Jaqueline comes down to the ring. Our match begins, and I pull through as planned. At the end, Jeff holds my arm up with one hand and my belt with another, then turns his head and kisses me ever so slowly. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him back, then we separate and smile into the crowd, holding our arms up before Jeff scoops me up into his arms and carries me back to the entrance tunnel, where he immediately lets me go, almost causing me to fall on my butt. "What the hell was that for?! You could have at least put me down like a normal human being, not just drop me like a basket full of dirty laundry!" "Go get dressed; we have to be in Toronto by tomorrow," he says, completely ignoring my question. "Who all's riding?" I ask. "You, me, Matt, Adam, and Jay." "God, everybody's gonna be in the damn car... I told Adam to get his slack ass to the car dealership and buy a freakin' car..." I grumble. "I got shotgun," Jeff says. "Who's car are we taking?" "Yours, duh." "Then I'm driving, freak." He sighs, frustrated. "God! Why can't Matt drive?! I don't know if I can trust you behind the wheel of a car! At least I know Matt won't run into the mailboxes and telephone poles, not to mention the barriers on the goddamn highway!" "Why can't you just shut your fuckin' mouth for once?!" "For the simple reason that you're the one telling me to."