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You think You Know Me
Sequel to: "Please Remember Me.
Chapter 1: A royal pain in the...
Six months later:
"I can't believe they are releasing her for good behavior, she doesn't even know the meaning of the word!" Chris fumed.
"Believe it," Jeff grumbled, "besides, admit it, you like the fact that.."
"We're going to bust her big-chested self out of jail," Chris interrupted,
not hardly."
Matt rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever man."
Chris's eyes trailed off the road as he spotted a road sign, "You're going to miss the turn!" Chris exclaimed urgently, tugging on Matt's shirt.
"Alright, alright, I see it! Quit yanking on my shirt!" Matt yelled as they rounded the curb, tires squealing.
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to make cotton/flannel blend tear," Jeff said sarcastically.
"Ah, the fun begins," Chris said in anticipation. He rubbed his hands together gleefully, eagerly hopping down out of the still moving S.U.V. as it rolled to a stop.
As soon as they walked through the doors a security guard was waiting for them, "Would you please get her out of here, she's driving us crazy. She hasn't stopped talking about her friends, since she heard you were coming, 2 nights ago."
"Friends, what friends," Jericho quipped.
"Aw, I missed you guys!" Stephanie cried. Barreling headlong into the first rescuer she saw, Stephanie McMahon buried her face against the soft fabric, clenching her fists.
"Hey, no handling of the merchandise babe," a voice said half-jokingly, in a lame attempt to keep her at bay.
"Chris?! Eww!" She backed away, ignorant of the nervous look in his eyes.
"Where's Jeff?" Stephanie demanded excitedly. Backing away, both Jeff and Chris gave Matt an "accidental," shove.
"Hey!" he yelled.
"Please take me home - now," she sobbed, wiping her eyes on Matt's shirt sleeve, "you have no idea what it's like to be in cotton or wool shirts for 6 months!"
"Uh, I think I have an inkling," Matt said reluctantly, as he lead a weeping Stephanie out to the S.U.V.
She sobs subsided slightly as she stared up at Matt, "Um, that is a clean shirt, isn't it?"
"Being in jail has really humbled me," she sniffed.
"Yeah right," Chris scoffed, rolling his eyes, "You have more air in that hole in your face, than in your million dollar enhancements."
Both Jeff and Matt turned to stare at him in shock, thinking maybe Chris had gone too far this time.
Stephanie turned to Chris, her eyes blazing, "How dare you! I've stood for all your other merciless taunting, but not my expensively furnished mouth."
"What?! You had plastic surgery done on your mouth as well?" Chris asked in astonishment.
"No dimwit, I had braces, like any other teenager. The bleach in your hair is killing off your brain cells," Stephanie replied dryly.
"Hey, my hair is real, unlike a certain, glossy pair.."
"That's it!" she screamed shrilly, pounding Jericho on the upper arms and shoulders, "Shut your pie-hole. I'm sure it's big enough to fit your whole foot in," Steph glared, her eyes icy.
"Maybe a kiss will shut you two up," Jeff commented slyly.
Both Steph and Chris turned to looked at Jeff in astonishment, their mouths agape.
Steph put her hands on her hips, indignation written all over her face, "I'll have you know.."
"Come on guys, if we walk away she'll be quiet," Chris mumbled as all three started to turn away.
"Chris!" Stephanie screamed shrilly at the top of her lungs.
He turned around and started to whine, "What are you whining about now?" Jericho asked, irritated. Turning around, Jericho's mouth dropped open. "Steph, get out of they way!" he cried frantically. Transfixed, Matt and Jeff watched in horror as Chris ran straight into the path of an oncoming car!
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks! :)
You think You Know Me
Sequel to: "Please Remember Me.
Chapter 1: A royal pain in the...
Six months later:
"I can't believe they are releasing her for good behavior, she doesn't even know the meaning of the word!" Chris fumed.
"Believe it," Jeff grumbled, "besides, admit it, you like the fact that.."
"We're going to bust her big-chested self out of jail," Chris interrupted,
not hardly."
Matt rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever man."
Chris's eyes trailed off the road as he spotted a road sign, "You're going to miss the turn!" Chris exclaimed urgently, tugging on Matt's shirt.
"Alright, alright, I see it! Quit yanking on my shirt!" Matt yelled as they rounded the curb, tires squealing.
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to make cotton/flannel blend tear," Jeff said sarcastically.
"Ah, the fun begins," Chris said in anticipation. He rubbed his hands together gleefully, eagerly hopping down out of the still moving S.U.V. as it rolled to a stop.
As soon as they walked through the doors a security guard was waiting for them, "Would you please get her out of here, she's driving us crazy. She hasn't stopped talking about her friends, since she heard you were coming, 2 nights ago."
"Friends, what friends," Jericho quipped.
"Aw, I missed you guys!" Stephanie cried. Barreling headlong into the first rescuer she saw, Stephanie McMahon buried her face against the soft fabric, clenching her fists.
"Hey, no handling of the merchandise babe," a voice said half-jokingly, in a lame attempt to keep her at bay.
"Chris?! Eww!" She backed away, ignorant of the nervous look in his eyes.
"Where's Jeff?" Stephanie demanded excitedly. Backing away, both Jeff and Chris gave Matt an "accidental," shove.
"Hey!" he yelled.
"Please take me home - now," she sobbed, wiping her eyes on Matt's shirt sleeve, "you have no idea what it's like to be in cotton or wool shirts for 6 months!"
"Uh, I think I have an inkling," Matt said reluctantly, as he lead a weeping Stephanie out to the S.U.V.
She sobs subsided slightly as she stared up at Matt, "Um, that is a clean shirt, isn't it?"
"Being in jail has really humbled me," she sniffed.
"Yeah right," Chris scoffed, rolling his eyes, "You have more air in that hole in your face, than in your million dollar enhancements."
Both Jeff and Matt turned to stare at him in shock, thinking maybe Chris had gone too far this time.
Stephanie turned to Chris, her eyes blazing, "How dare you! I've stood for all your other merciless taunting, but not my expensively furnished mouth."
"What?! You had plastic surgery done on your mouth as well?" Chris asked in astonishment.
"No dimwit, I had braces, like any other teenager. The bleach in your hair is killing off your brain cells," Stephanie replied dryly.
"Hey, my hair is real, unlike a certain, glossy pair.."
"That's it!" she screamed shrilly, pounding Jericho on the upper arms and shoulders, "Shut your pie-hole. I'm sure it's big enough to fit your whole foot in," Steph glared, her eyes icy.
"Maybe a kiss will shut you two up," Jeff commented slyly.
Both Steph and Chris turned to looked at Jeff in astonishment, their mouths agape.
Steph put her hands on her hips, indignation written all over her face, "I'll have you know.."
"Come on guys, if we walk away she'll be quiet," Chris mumbled as all three started to turn away.
"Chris!" Stephanie screamed shrilly at the top of her lungs.
He turned around and started to whine, "What are you whining about now?" Jericho asked, irritated. Turning around, Jericho's mouth dropped open. "Steph, get out of they way!" he cried frantically. Transfixed, Matt and Jeff watched in horror as Chris ran straight into the path of an oncoming car!