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Chapter2
I don't own these peeps, except Mandi/Angel. By the way, I kept writing Mathew in the last section. I meant Matthew. Sorry about that!
The next morning I woke up with a massive headache. The alarm clock was buzzing, and I was extremely tired.
Since Amy and I were sharing a room, I looked over to see if she was awake or not.
I had to wake her up. It was already 5:00 Am, and we had to go all the way to Miami, Florida.
"Aimes, Wake up. We gotta get to work." I said.
"No lemme sleep." Amy said.
"Look, I know we were out until 4:30 in the morning, but you need to get up." I said.
"No!" Amy yelled. She never was a morning person.
"Amy Christine Dumas, if you don't wake up, you are going to miss the plane!" I yelled back, tossing a pillow at her.
"I don't care."
"Amy you can sleep on the plane." I said, finally pulling the blankets off of her, and pulling her onto the floor.
"Fine I'm up!" She yelled.
"Good, now go take a shower" I told her.
"Fine." She said, walking into the bathroom, and immediately turning on the shower.
I smiled, knowing I won the battle. I packed both of our bags, and set them by the door.
After fifteen minutes, I heard the water turn off, and Amy walked out of the bathroom in a towel. I remembered to grab my stuff, and walked into the bathroom for my fifteen minutes in the shower.
I finally finished, and got dressed.
I walked out of the bathroom to see Amy fully awake now.
"Are you ready yet?" She asked, busting me.
"Yes, your highness." I joked around.
We grabbed out stuff and walked down the hall to Matt and Jeff's hotel room.
We knocked. "Hurry up Jeff! They're here!" We heard Matt yell before opening the door.
"Woke up late?" I asked before even saying hi.
"No. But I swear, Jeff takes longer than a woman to get ready." Matt replied.
I laughed.
"Well, aren't you going to invite us in?" Amy asked smiling.
Matt nodded. "Wont you two lovely ladies come in?" He said, being a smart-ass.
"Thank you." Amy said.
We both walked in.
"Well sit down, Jeff is going to take forever. Someone needs to teach that boy how to be a man." Matt said, fooling around.
Jeff just walked in. "I'm man enough. I just like to look good. Unlike you." Jeff replied to Matt's previous comment.
"Whatever." Matt said. "Let's go, before we are late. By the way, we might as well take the rental car, because we have to return it any. Now lets go pretty boy." Matt said.
I have to admit Jeff did make himself look good.
We all finally got into the car. Amy had a fit about wanting to sit up front, and finally she won. Jeff and I sat in the back, while Matt and Amy drove.
I didn't know what was up with Jeff. He suddenly wasn't talking to me much, and all he did was stare. As soon as I looked at him, he turned his head. I was so confused.
"Almost there." Matt said.
I looked at Jeff. "Is something wrong?" I asked him.
"No."
** That's it!? Just simply no!? ** I thought to myself. It was really frustrating. I felt like everyone but Jeff accepted me. That really hurt me.
"Okay..." I said. Turning to look out the window. I wish Jeff would talk to me. He made me feel like I wasn't wanted here.
We were finally there. We got our luggage, and walked inside.
"Now to find our gate." Matt said.
We all started looking.
"There it is!" I exclaimed.
Matt nodded, and we all walked over there.
**"Last call for flight 105"** We heard over the intercom.
We quickly boarded, and found our seats. We each had two seats. It was supposed to be Amy next to me, and Matt with Jeff, but Amy begged me to let her sit with Matt. Knowing Jeff didn't take a liking to me, I was reluctant, but I finally agreed.
I found that the seat next to me was Jericho's.
I was happy to have one friendly face near me. I looked across the isle to see Amy and Matt sleeping. Amy had her head on Matt's shoulder. It was so cute! But anyway, Jericho soon fell asleep also, and I was left with Jeff. I was not really in the mood to start talking to him, and get ignored, so I just took out my notebook and my favorite red pen. I called the pen 'my word finder'. I know it sounds corny, but I'm a major poet. I always have been, but every time I use this pen, the words flow so easily. I just put the pen on the paper, and the words come out.
"Whatcha writin'?" Jeff asked, finally saying something to me. I was quite surprised.
"Nothing." I replied.
"C'mon. You are obviously writin' sumtin." Jeff said. I was amazed by how much conversation he was attempting to make.
"I'm writing...a letter." I lied. I wasn't sure what he would say if I told him I was writing poetry.
"So you have a notebook full of Letters?" Jeff asked, noticing some pages falling out of the notebook. I sighed.
"Then why does this sound like a poem?" Jeff asked, holding a paper that had fallen on the floor of the plane. I must have missed that one.
I sighed. No one has ever seen my poetry before. I never even showed Amy.
"This is actually a pretty good poem." Jeff said.
I looked at him. "What?" I asked, amazed.
"This is pretty good. Have you been writing long?" He asked.
"Since I was a kid." I replied.
"Hey that's cool. I've been writing awhile too."
I was amazed! Jeff Hardy writes poetry? He seemed so shallow. Who would have thought he wrote poetry? That is so sweet!
"Have you ever shown this to anyone?" Jeff asked.
"No." I said. "Its not that great. I'd be embarrassed." I said.
"Are you kidding?" He asked. I shook my head no.
"What about you...do you share with people?" I asked.
He nodded. "All the time. I've given to my fans. Girls all over the world posted my poetry on their web sites."
I sighed. It was about time I asked Jeff the dreaded question. "Jeff what did I do wrong?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Well...since I got here, you haven't really been that nice to me. You have either stared at me, or ignored me. I only think its fair that I know that I did." I said.
Chapter2
I don't own these peeps, except Mandi/Angel. By the way, I kept writing Mathew in the last section. I meant Matthew. Sorry about that!
The next morning I woke up with a massive headache. The alarm clock was buzzing, and I was extremely tired.
Since Amy and I were sharing a room, I looked over to see if she was awake or not.
I had to wake her up. It was already 5:00 Am, and we had to go all the way to Miami, Florida.
"Aimes, Wake up. We gotta get to work." I said.
"No lemme sleep." Amy said.
"Look, I know we were out until 4:30 in the morning, but you need to get up." I said.
"No!" Amy yelled. She never was a morning person.
"Amy Christine Dumas, if you don't wake up, you are going to miss the plane!" I yelled back, tossing a pillow at her.
"I don't care."
"Amy you can sleep on the plane." I said, finally pulling the blankets off of her, and pulling her onto the floor.
"Fine I'm up!" She yelled.
"Good, now go take a shower" I told her.
"Fine." She said, walking into the bathroom, and immediately turning on the shower.
I smiled, knowing I won the battle. I packed both of our bags, and set them by the door.
After fifteen minutes, I heard the water turn off, and Amy walked out of the bathroom in a towel. I remembered to grab my stuff, and walked into the bathroom for my fifteen minutes in the shower.
I finally finished, and got dressed.
I walked out of the bathroom to see Amy fully awake now.
"Are you ready yet?" She asked, busting me.
"Yes, your highness." I joked around.
We grabbed out stuff and walked down the hall to Matt and Jeff's hotel room.
We knocked. "Hurry up Jeff! They're here!" We heard Matt yell before opening the door.
"Woke up late?" I asked before even saying hi.
"No. But I swear, Jeff takes longer than a woman to get ready." Matt replied.
I laughed.
"Well, aren't you going to invite us in?" Amy asked smiling.
Matt nodded. "Wont you two lovely ladies come in?" He said, being a smart-ass.
"Thank you." Amy said.
We both walked in.
"Well sit down, Jeff is going to take forever. Someone needs to teach that boy how to be a man." Matt said, fooling around.
Jeff just walked in. "I'm man enough. I just like to look good. Unlike you." Jeff replied to Matt's previous comment.
"Whatever." Matt said. "Let's go, before we are late. By the way, we might as well take the rental car, because we have to return it any. Now lets go pretty boy." Matt said.
I have to admit Jeff did make himself look good.
We all finally got into the car. Amy had a fit about wanting to sit up front, and finally she won. Jeff and I sat in the back, while Matt and Amy drove.
I didn't know what was up with Jeff. He suddenly wasn't talking to me much, and all he did was stare. As soon as I looked at him, he turned his head. I was so confused.
"Almost there." Matt said.
I looked at Jeff. "Is something wrong?" I asked him.
"No."
** That's it!? Just simply no!? ** I thought to myself. It was really frustrating. I felt like everyone but Jeff accepted me. That really hurt me.
"Okay..." I said. Turning to look out the window. I wish Jeff would talk to me. He made me feel like I wasn't wanted here.
We were finally there. We got our luggage, and walked inside.
"Now to find our gate." Matt said.
We all started looking.
"There it is!" I exclaimed.
Matt nodded, and we all walked over there.
**"Last call for flight 105"** We heard over the intercom.
We quickly boarded, and found our seats. We each had two seats. It was supposed to be Amy next to me, and Matt with Jeff, but Amy begged me to let her sit with Matt. Knowing Jeff didn't take a liking to me, I was reluctant, but I finally agreed.
I found that the seat next to me was Jericho's.
I was happy to have one friendly face near me. I looked across the isle to see Amy and Matt sleeping. Amy had her head on Matt's shoulder. It was so cute! But anyway, Jericho soon fell asleep also, and I was left with Jeff. I was not really in the mood to start talking to him, and get ignored, so I just took out my notebook and my favorite red pen. I called the pen 'my word finder'. I know it sounds corny, but I'm a major poet. I always have been, but every time I use this pen, the words flow so easily. I just put the pen on the paper, and the words come out.
"Whatcha writin'?" Jeff asked, finally saying something to me. I was quite surprised.
"Nothing." I replied.
"C'mon. You are obviously writin' sumtin." Jeff said. I was amazed by how much conversation he was attempting to make.
"I'm writing...a letter." I lied. I wasn't sure what he would say if I told him I was writing poetry.
"So you have a notebook full of Letters?" Jeff asked, noticing some pages falling out of the notebook. I sighed.
"Then why does this sound like a poem?" Jeff asked, holding a paper that had fallen on the floor of the plane. I must have missed that one.
I sighed. No one has ever seen my poetry before. I never even showed Amy.
"This is actually a pretty good poem." Jeff said.
I looked at him. "What?" I asked, amazed.
"This is pretty good. Have you been writing long?" He asked.
"Since I was a kid." I replied.
"Hey that's cool. I've been writing awhile too."
I was amazed! Jeff Hardy writes poetry? He seemed so shallow. Who would have thought he wrote poetry? That is so sweet!
"Have you ever shown this to anyone?" Jeff asked.
"No." I said. "Its not that great. I'd be embarrassed." I said.
"Are you kidding?" He asked. I shook my head no.
"What about you...do you share with people?" I asked.
He nodded. "All the time. I've given to my fans. Girls all over the world posted my poetry on their web sites."
I sighed. It was about time I asked Jeff the dreaded question. "Jeff what did I do wrong?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Well...since I got here, you haven't really been that nice to me. You have either stared at me, or ignored me. I only think its fair that I know that I did." I said.