Title: She's A McMahon, Damn It! -Chapter 6.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
Jeff waited for Taylor to arrive at the hotel. She had agreed to travel with him again after much persuading. It seemed strange to him that she seemed so reluctant to join him but had finally agreed. He was getting some weird looks from passers-by. Who could blame them though? He was dressed in leopard print pants and a white t-shirt with some form of Chinese writing on, his multicoloured hair tied in a loose ponytail. It was nearing eleven o'clock and she was half an hour late, completely unlike Taylor. She was always on time. He shifted position in his chair, trying to get comfortable. He tried ringing her cell phone but he only got her answering machine. He was getting increasingly worried as the time passed. Finally, at 11.13 pm, he saw her walking towards him. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her. Taylor was clad in pink suede trousers and a tight white-shirt with pink roses on, showing off her figure. Their dress sense was somewhat similar- vibrant and individual.
"Hi babe, sorry I'm late. I got caught up traffic and my phone's dead so I couldn't call you," she explained as they hugged.
"Just as long as you're here. These past four weeks have been unbearable. I have something for you in the room. I see your streaks are still in," he joked, holding up some of the blue locks.
"Yeah, my friends were really shocked when they saw it!" They entered the room and collapsed on the bed, lying face-to-face. Jeff slowly rubbed up and down her hips. He searched in bag that was on the floor and produced a velvet box. Taylor curiously opened it and gasped when she saw the silver necklace that she had always wanted. It had a thin chain and a big diamond heart with two smaller ones aside of it. "I love it!" she cried, kissing him softly as a thank you gesture. Placing it around her neck, he stared into her soft brown eyes and smiled. It was surprising how much he loved her. And he knew that she wasn't just dating him just because he was Jeff Hardy, WWF superstar but because she genuinely loved him and for that, he was grateful as he'd never met anyone special that loved him for what was on the inside. He held her in his arms until they both fell asleep.
It was ten o'clock when they woke up the next morning. Taylor reached over and turned the irritating noise of the alarm off. She got up and walked to the bathroom, turning the shower off. Peeling her clothes off, she jumped in, trying to wake up. The four-hour drive was certainly catching up with her. She was in the middle of showering when she felt a pair of strong arms encircling her waist. Jeff seductively placed wet baby kisses down her neck, making her groan in desire. She turned around and kissed him passionately. She could wake up like this every morning. Several hours later, they entered the arena. Taylor was careful to make sure nobody saw her. Jeff noticed this and looked questioningly at her. He was about to ask what was wrong when they bumped into Matt and Amy.
"Hey guys," Amy greeted happily, hugging Taylor. "Are you guys coming clubbing tonight?"
"Yeah, sounds cool. Raw doesn't finish until ten so we'll go around eleven," Jeff answered before Taylor had a chance to protest. Not wanting to be caught, she hurried off into the locker room. As she was doing so, she saw him. A feeling of pure sickness and repulsiveness rose in her gut. But the tears still came as she had flashbacks to that night. Diving into the locker room, she let the tars flow. Jeff heard her and comforted. "Babe, what's wrong?" he asked with wholesome concern in his voice. Wiping away some tears, she looked at him.
"I just don't feel well. Can I be alone for a minute?" she lied. Grabbing her wishes, he left the room, knowing full well that she wasn't really ill. However, he could see how upset she was about something and didn't want to sadden her further. Taylor went to the bathroom and shoved some water on her face. She was just about to leave when she heard Stephanie enter, calling out for Matt and Jeff. Finishing no one to be found, Steph left. Taylor was finding harder and harder to hide away. It wasn't that she didn't want to make up with her family but it was the event that had happened on her sixteenth to destroy her trust and relationship with her family that ruined everything and she couldn't deal with it. She had tried blocking that memory out of her mind but sometimes, it would enter her head from nowhere.
Later that evening, she was alone in the hotel room while Jeff was at the arena for raw. She had pretended she was still ill and wanted to sleep if they were to be going out later. As Raw was finishing, she decided to get ready. Opting on white and purple zebra print pants and a purple boob top, she changed into them then applied her makeup. Around quarter to eleven, Jeff entered the room, already dressed to go out. He kissed Taylor and hugged her.
"You okay now? I was really worried about you earlier," he explained softly.
"Ignore me, it's just that time of the month," she joked. Jeff rolled his eyes and laughed, pulling her close. After putting some jewellery on, she left hand-in-hand with him. But realising that they still hadn't told anyone else about their relationship, they reluctantly released hands. They met up with Matt and Amy before catching a cab to one of the clubs in the town centre. It was absolutely packed but they managed to find a table at the back of the club. Matt and Jeff went to get the drinks in, leaving Taylor and Amy to have a proper talk. She had talked to Amy quite a bit over the weeks and they had become solid friends. They had so much in common, more than Amy would know. They came back with the drinks and Jeff asked Taylor to dance. She accepted and they began dancing in the crowd. But feeling hot after a while, she needed some air. He escorted her outside for her to cool down. What a huge mistake. They were slowly walking when she heard that familiar deep voice.
"Taylor? What the hell are you doing here?" Shane yelled. There was her brother standing right in front of her.
"You two know each other?" Jeff asked, startled and confused.
"Yeah, Taylor's my sister!" Shane explained, watching as her eyes were filled with fear and shock.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
Jeff waited for Taylor to arrive at the hotel. She had agreed to travel with him again after much persuading. It seemed strange to him that she seemed so reluctant to join him but had finally agreed. He was getting some weird looks from passers-by. Who could blame them though? He was dressed in leopard print pants and a white t-shirt with some form of Chinese writing on, his multicoloured hair tied in a loose ponytail. It was nearing eleven o'clock and she was half an hour late, completely unlike Taylor. She was always on time. He shifted position in his chair, trying to get comfortable. He tried ringing her cell phone but he only got her answering machine. He was getting increasingly worried as the time passed. Finally, at 11.13 pm, he saw her walking towards him. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her. Taylor was clad in pink suede trousers and a tight white-shirt with pink roses on, showing off her figure. Their dress sense was somewhat similar- vibrant and individual.
"Hi babe, sorry I'm late. I got caught up traffic and my phone's dead so I couldn't call you," she explained as they hugged.
"Just as long as you're here. These past four weeks have been unbearable. I have something for you in the room. I see your streaks are still in," he joked, holding up some of the blue locks.
"Yeah, my friends were really shocked when they saw it!" They entered the room and collapsed on the bed, lying face-to-face. Jeff slowly rubbed up and down her hips. He searched in bag that was on the floor and produced a velvet box. Taylor curiously opened it and gasped when she saw the silver necklace that she had always wanted. It had a thin chain and a big diamond heart with two smaller ones aside of it. "I love it!" she cried, kissing him softly as a thank you gesture. Placing it around her neck, he stared into her soft brown eyes and smiled. It was surprising how much he loved her. And he knew that she wasn't just dating him just because he was Jeff Hardy, WWF superstar but because she genuinely loved him and for that, he was grateful as he'd never met anyone special that loved him for what was on the inside. He held her in his arms until they both fell asleep.
It was ten o'clock when they woke up the next morning. Taylor reached over and turned the irritating noise of the alarm off. She got up and walked to the bathroom, turning the shower off. Peeling her clothes off, she jumped in, trying to wake up. The four-hour drive was certainly catching up with her. She was in the middle of showering when she felt a pair of strong arms encircling her waist. Jeff seductively placed wet baby kisses down her neck, making her groan in desire. She turned around and kissed him passionately. She could wake up like this every morning. Several hours later, they entered the arena. Taylor was careful to make sure nobody saw her. Jeff noticed this and looked questioningly at her. He was about to ask what was wrong when they bumped into Matt and Amy.
"Hey guys," Amy greeted happily, hugging Taylor. "Are you guys coming clubbing tonight?"
"Yeah, sounds cool. Raw doesn't finish until ten so we'll go around eleven," Jeff answered before Taylor had a chance to protest. Not wanting to be caught, she hurried off into the locker room. As she was doing so, she saw him. A feeling of pure sickness and repulsiveness rose in her gut. But the tears still came as she had flashbacks to that night. Diving into the locker room, she let the tars flow. Jeff heard her and comforted. "Babe, what's wrong?" he asked with wholesome concern in his voice. Wiping away some tears, she looked at him.
"I just don't feel well. Can I be alone for a minute?" she lied. Grabbing her wishes, he left the room, knowing full well that she wasn't really ill. However, he could see how upset she was about something and didn't want to sadden her further. Taylor went to the bathroom and shoved some water on her face. She was just about to leave when she heard Stephanie enter, calling out for Matt and Jeff. Finishing no one to be found, Steph left. Taylor was finding harder and harder to hide away. It wasn't that she didn't want to make up with her family but it was the event that had happened on her sixteenth to destroy her trust and relationship with her family that ruined everything and she couldn't deal with it. She had tried blocking that memory out of her mind but sometimes, it would enter her head from nowhere.
Later that evening, she was alone in the hotel room while Jeff was at the arena for raw. She had pretended she was still ill and wanted to sleep if they were to be going out later. As Raw was finishing, she decided to get ready. Opting on white and purple zebra print pants and a purple boob top, she changed into them then applied her makeup. Around quarter to eleven, Jeff entered the room, already dressed to go out. He kissed Taylor and hugged her.
"You okay now? I was really worried about you earlier," he explained softly.
"Ignore me, it's just that time of the month," she joked. Jeff rolled his eyes and laughed, pulling her close. After putting some jewellery on, she left hand-in-hand with him. But realising that they still hadn't told anyone else about their relationship, they reluctantly released hands. They met up with Matt and Amy before catching a cab to one of the clubs in the town centre. It was absolutely packed but they managed to find a table at the back of the club. Matt and Jeff went to get the drinks in, leaving Taylor and Amy to have a proper talk. She had talked to Amy quite a bit over the weeks and they had become solid friends. They had so much in common, more than Amy would know. They came back with the drinks and Jeff asked Taylor to dance. She accepted and they began dancing in the crowd. But feeling hot after a while, she needed some air. He escorted her outside for her to cool down. What a huge mistake. They were slowly walking when she heard that familiar deep voice.
"Taylor? What the hell are you doing here?" Shane yelled. There was her brother standing right in front of her.
"You two know each other?" Jeff asked, startled and confused.
"Yeah, Taylor's my sister!" Shane explained, watching as her eyes were filled with fear and shock.