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Chapter 2
"Hey hun, what's up?" Jeff asked with a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah, what's wrong, you look like hell. Have you been crying?" Amy asked, putting her arms on her hips, looking worried.
"I'm okay, it's nothing, really". She answered looking at the ground, unable to look at them.
"I'm not buying it. Come on, come get out of this locker room! People have been asking for you." Jeff informed her, shaking his head. "Let's get outta here!" He said assertively.
"No, I think I'll stay in here, I need to think." She answered weakly, as her voice began to shake.
Amy tapped her foot impatiently. "You're a McMahon, damnit! McMahon's don't sit around in their locker rooms sulking!" Amy commanded, laughing slightly at her own impersonation of Vince.
"You're leaving this room and I'm not taking no for an answer!" Jeff ordered, as he pulled Stephanie up from the couch.
"Fine, fine, but I'm not going to a club or anything." Stephanie sighed, surrendering as she got up and brushed herself off.
"Just mingle with us. We can't go back to our hotel till the show is over, because the Hardyz are in the main event. It's a 6-man tag team match with Stone Cold Steve Austin against the NWO. You'll wait for us right?" Amy questioned hopefully as Stephanie grabbed her purse.
"Well, I'll mingle but I'm not sure I wanna be here so late. I'll get back to you on that." Steph answered dryly, and slung her purse over her shoulder. Jeff then took it upon himself to get things moving. He pushed Stephanie to the door, forcing her to go through the threshold, and the three of them walked down the hallway.
People were bustling around the hallways in a rush, and they would be greeted by an occasional "Hi" as they made their way to the backstage lounge, where everyone hung out before, and after their matches. They got to the lounge, and Jeff and Amy spotted Matt. They automatically walked over to him. Stephanie had not wanted to see him and tried to avoid him, but he spotted her and called her over.
"Hey, Steph come and join us!" He called, waving her over to the table they were seated at in the corner.
"Just breathe. You'll be fine." Steph whispered quietly as she made her way over to the table. "Hey Matt, what's up?" She took a seat between him and Jeff.
It had nearly killed her to even look at him, let alone speak to him. She knew exactly 'what was up' with him. He looked great with his baggy jeans and tight white muscle shirt on. She couldn't take her eyes off him. 'Why did he have to look so damn good all the time? Wait a minute, why do I still like him? He loves your best friend, and you still can't get your mind off him?' Stephanie pondered, as Jeff waved a hand in front of her face raking her from her thoughts.
"Steph, Steph, earth to Steph! Anybody home?" Jeff asked obviously amused, as the grin on his face broadened.
"What? Oh, sorry, I musta zoned out for a minute there." She replied in dull voice although her face couldn't hide the embarrassment she felt.
"Anyway as I was saying, I totally, absolutely, positively, think Skittles are better than M & M's. I mean, Skittles have more colors, and you can totally taste the rainbow." Jeff babbled, feigning a look of seriousness. Everyone at the table burst in to laughter, even Stephanie, to her surprise.
"How am I related to you? I would love to know what goes on inside your head." Matt said, as he tried to catch his breath from laughing so hard.
"Guys, I hate to break up all the fun, but we betta go get ready. Your match is coming up soon, and we gotta talk some last minute strategy with Steve." Amy informed the guys and got up from the table.
"I guess so. C-ya Steph." Matt said, winking at her.
"Bye guys, good luck." Stephanie called giving Matt a small smile as Team Xtreme departed from the lounge room.
'I wish we didn't have to leave. I was really enjoying Stephanie's company.' Matt thought to himself. Matt let out a small sigh, as the three of them walked to their locker rooms to get ready for the match.
Author's Note- Sorry this chapter was so, so boring. The next one will be better, hopefully. I had to get that outta the way to build up the plot. Now you know the mystery diva is Stephanie McMahon. Okay, I know you all hate me for it, but I wanted to try something other than a Matt/ Amy (Lita) fic. I love them together, but that's done a lot, and even though this has most likely been done, it hasn't been done as much. I mean, Steph, can't be that much of a bitch once you get to know her right? *cricket noises* Ah, forget it, but I'm glad she's back on WWE TV, I hope she makes someone's life a living hell, plus it was great when people made wise cracks about her! Okay, I'm done now. PLEASE READ & REWIEW!
Chapter 2
"Hey hun, what's up?" Jeff asked with a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah, what's wrong, you look like hell. Have you been crying?" Amy asked, putting her arms on her hips, looking worried.
"I'm okay, it's nothing, really". She answered looking at the ground, unable to look at them.
"I'm not buying it. Come on, come get out of this locker room! People have been asking for you." Jeff informed her, shaking his head. "Let's get outta here!" He said assertively.
"No, I think I'll stay in here, I need to think." She answered weakly, as her voice began to shake.
Amy tapped her foot impatiently. "You're a McMahon, damnit! McMahon's don't sit around in their locker rooms sulking!" Amy commanded, laughing slightly at her own impersonation of Vince.
"You're leaving this room and I'm not taking no for an answer!" Jeff ordered, as he pulled Stephanie up from the couch.
"Fine, fine, but I'm not going to a club or anything." Stephanie sighed, surrendering as she got up and brushed herself off.
"Just mingle with us. We can't go back to our hotel till the show is over, because the Hardyz are in the main event. It's a 6-man tag team match with Stone Cold Steve Austin against the NWO. You'll wait for us right?" Amy questioned hopefully as Stephanie grabbed her purse.
"Well, I'll mingle but I'm not sure I wanna be here so late. I'll get back to you on that." Steph answered dryly, and slung her purse over her shoulder. Jeff then took it upon himself to get things moving. He pushed Stephanie to the door, forcing her to go through the threshold, and the three of them walked down the hallway.
People were bustling around the hallways in a rush, and they would be greeted by an occasional "Hi" as they made their way to the backstage lounge, where everyone hung out before, and after their matches. They got to the lounge, and Jeff and Amy spotted Matt. They automatically walked over to him. Stephanie had not wanted to see him and tried to avoid him, but he spotted her and called her over.
"Hey, Steph come and join us!" He called, waving her over to the table they were seated at in the corner.
"Just breathe. You'll be fine." Steph whispered quietly as she made her way over to the table. "Hey Matt, what's up?" She took a seat between him and Jeff.
It had nearly killed her to even look at him, let alone speak to him. She knew exactly 'what was up' with him. He looked great with his baggy jeans and tight white muscle shirt on. She couldn't take her eyes off him. 'Why did he have to look so damn good all the time? Wait a minute, why do I still like him? He loves your best friend, and you still can't get your mind off him?' Stephanie pondered, as Jeff waved a hand in front of her face raking her from her thoughts.
"Steph, Steph, earth to Steph! Anybody home?" Jeff asked obviously amused, as the grin on his face broadened.
"What? Oh, sorry, I musta zoned out for a minute there." She replied in dull voice although her face couldn't hide the embarrassment she felt.
"Anyway as I was saying, I totally, absolutely, positively, think Skittles are better than M & M's. I mean, Skittles have more colors, and you can totally taste the rainbow." Jeff babbled, feigning a look of seriousness. Everyone at the table burst in to laughter, even Stephanie, to her surprise.
"How am I related to you? I would love to know what goes on inside your head." Matt said, as he tried to catch his breath from laughing so hard.
"Guys, I hate to break up all the fun, but we betta go get ready. Your match is coming up soon, and we gotta talk some last minute strategy with Steve." Amy informed the guys and got up from the table.
"I guess so. C-ya Steph." Matt said, winking at her.
"Bye guys, good luck." Stephanie called giving Matt a small smile as Team Xtreme departed from the lounge room.
'I wish we didn't have to leave. I was really enjoying Stephanie's company.' Matt thought to himself. Matt let out a small sigh, as the three of them walked to their locker rooms to get ready for the match.
Author's Note- Sorry this chapter was so, so boring. The next one will be better, hopefully. I had to get that outta the way to build up the plot. Now you know the mystery diva is Stephanie McMahon. Okay, I know you all hate me for it, but I wanted to try something other than a Matt/ Amy (Lita) fic. I love them together, but that's done a lot, and even though this has most likely been done, it hasn't been done as much. I mean, Steph, can't be that much of a bitch once you get to know her right? *cricket noises* Ah, forget it, but I'm glad she's back on WWE TV, I hope she makes someone's life a living hell, plus it was great when people made wise cracks about her! Okay, I'm done now. PLEASE READ & REWIEW!