Jeff sat alone in his hotel room, his legs where stretched out, and he was leaned back against the frame of the bed. He hummed softly to himself, replying his conversation with Trish from earlier in the night in his head.
"What the fuck am I going to do?" He asked out loud. He paused, as if he was expecting someone to answer. He groaned irritated when the room stayed silent. He pulled his pillow off the bed, and threw it across the room. He stared at the floor deep in thought.
A knock on his hotel door bought him back to reality. He sighed, standing up, and walking over to the door, looking through the peep hole, waiting to see the stunning blonde that claimed to have his child. But instead, he caught a glimpse of red, smiling he opened the door, throwing his arms around his best friend.
"Hey Red!" The red haired woman giggled, and stood on her tips toes to hug him back. He stepped aside letting her in. She plopped on his bed, leaning back.
"Hey Jeff, what's up?"
"Nothing much Amy, you?" Amy sat up, winkling her nose at him.
"Call me Lita."
"But that's not your name." Amy looked at him for a moment, winkling her nose again. She stuck her tongue out at him, laughing.
"Point? So, what's up with you, and Trish?"
"Today, at the arena, she told me she was pregnant." Amy went wide eyed, staring at Jeff. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came out. "What am I going to do?"
"Have you talked to Beth yet?" She finally forced out. Jeff shook his head no. "Talk to Trish yet?" He answered again with a shaking of his head. "Talk to Trish first, get the rest of the details from her."
"Okay, I'll try that." He stood up, stretching. "Should I change?" Jeff asked, motioning down to his purple boxers, and muscle T-shirt he wore.
"Nah, she'll find it sexy." Amy laughed, and he tried his best to frown, but soon joined in on her laughter.
"Wait! I don't know what room she's in."
"Nice try Hardy, she's in room 208." Jeff frowned, and slowly walked towards the door.
"I'm nervous." He confessed.
"I'd be nervous too, but you'll be even more nervous when you got to tell Beth." Jeff frowned, running his hand though his hair. He sighed, and looked at the floor, then up at Amy.
"I'm going to go talk to Trish now." He began to walk out the door, but turned around, and grinned at her. "Wish me luck!" He turned, and walked into the hall, wondering toward room 208.
"Good luck freak!"
"What the fuck am I going to do?" He asked out loud. He paused, as if he was expecting someone to answer. He groaned irritated when the room stayed silent. He pulled his pillow off the bed, and threw it across the room. He stared at the floor deep in thought.
A knock on his hotel door bought him back to reality. He sighed, standing up, and walking over to the door, looking through the peep hole, waiting to see the stunning blonde that claimed to have his child. But instead, he caught a glimpse of red, smiling he opened the door, throwing his arms around his best friend.
"Hey Red!" The red haired woman giggled, and stood on her tips toes to hug him back. He stepped aside letting her in. She plopped on his bed, leaning back.
"Hey Jeff, what's up?"
"Nothing much Amy, you?" Amy sat up, winkling her nose at him.
"Call me Lita."
"But that's not your name." Amy looked at him for a moment, winkling her nose again. She stuck her tongue out at him, laughing.
"Point? So, what's up with you, and Trish?"
"Today, at the arena, she told me she was pregnant." Amy went wide eyed, staring at Jeff. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came out. "What am I going to do?"
"Have you talked to Beth yet?" She finally forced out. Jeff shook his head no. "Talk to Trish yet?" He answered again with a shaking of his head. "Talk to Trish first, get the rest of the details from her."
"Okay, I'll try that." He stood up, stretching. "Should I change?" Jeff asked, motioning down to his purple boxers, and muscle T-shirt he wore.
"Nah, she'll find it sexy." Amy laughed, and he tried his best to frown, but soon joined in on her laughter.
"Wait! I don't know what room she's in."
"Nice try Hardy, she's in room 208." Jeff frowned, and slowly walked towards the door.
"I'm nervous." He confessed.
"I'd be nervous too, but you'll be even more nervous when you got to tell Beth." Jeff frowned, running his hand though his hair. He sighed, and looked at the floor, then up at Amy.
"I'm going to go talk to Trish now." He began to walk out the door, but turned around, and grinned at her. "Wish me luck!" He turned, and walked into the hall, wondering toward room 208.
"Good luck freak!"