A/N: I was kinda stuck on this song but I managed to come up with one. It's
Avril Lavigne's 'Complicated'. And I'm tired of saying that WWE Superstars
aren't mine. If they were, think of all the things I'd do to Jeffy...
~cackle~ And my Original Character, Amy, is MINE!
She was depressed. The things that were occurring between her and her boyfriend were stressful. Sure, they might look like the perfect couple but she still had to deal with his period of jealousy and anger. Sighing, she settled herself on the chair in the Divas' Makeup Room. The makeup and hair stylist, Amy, was there, preparing everything she might need.
"Why hello there, girl. What else do you need on your face?" Amy asked cheerfully. The Diva sighed and rolled her eyes. She was in no mood to joke around now.
"Ames, just hurry up and do whatever I need for my debut later," the blond Diva said irritably.
/Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is/
He held his head in his hands. He didn't know what he was doing to her. She was almost everything a man would desire from the luscious body to her gorgeous looks and yet, he treated her like trash.
"Hey, man, what's up with you?" a feminine voice that he recognized asked. He looked up. It was his good friend, Trish Stratus, and she looked concerned.
"Hey Trish," he greeted. The blond Canadian Diva sat beside him and began to ask questions.
"T, what in the world were you thinking?! Us girls need TLC, Tender Loving Care, and you can't treat her like that! It'll break her fragile heart!" Trish exclaimed after he told her about the events that past a few weeks ago.
"I know, Trish, but what can I do?" he asked worriedly. Trish thought for a moment and whispered in his ear.
"You really want me to do that? Are you serious? I've never done that to her!" he half-shouted. Trish looked a little flustered.
"I was only trying to help! Besides, you DO want her back, don't you?" she said anxiously.
"Well..." he trailed off.
"Sorry, man, but if you want her back, just follow my instructions. Now, if you would excuse me, I promised my man, Jeff and Shane and Molly that I would meet them at the parking lot in 5. So long and good luck!" Trish stood up and he watched her leave. Maybe he should give it a try. After all, femmes are love experts.
/Chill out whatcha yelling' for?
Lay back it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
you will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
and you're talking to me one on one but you've become/
She tried to hide her tears. Amy had told her that she should give him a second chance to act. The stylist told her that men are always like that when their hormones were raging. It went from mood swings to boiling anger. The Diva dabbed the corner of her eyes with a tissue to prevent Amy's hard work from smudging. She was about to leave the building when someone called out to her. It was Molly.
"Hey K, you wanna ride with me, Jeff, Shane and Trish?" Molly asked when she got near. The blond-haired Diva pondered her choice.
"Why are you asking me?" the Diva asked suspiciously. Molly shrugged.
"Trish said something about asking you to ride with us. Everyone agreed. So you wanna go?" Molly asked again. The other Diva shrugged. What the hell could happen during the ride back to the hotel?
"Sure, I guess it couldn't hurt," the woman said as she followed Molly to Jeff's rental Corvette. Trish waved at her cheerfully while the men greeted her with a bright 'Hi'.
"Are you sure there's space?" the only boyfriend-less Diva asked curiously.
"Don't worry about it, K. You can squeeze in since you're thinner than a certain brunette," Trish answered. Molly pretended to be insulted and Shane gave her a peck on the forehead.
"There is space, KayKay," Jeff insisted. The Divas couldn't help but laugh. KayKay was always Jeff's nickname for her.
"Okay, I hope I don't invade too much space," she joked as she got into the back first and Molly and Shane followed.
"You won't," Shane assured her as the car revved up and drove out of the parking lot.
/Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me/
He looked at the streetlights as the cab drove past the beautiful city of New York. He missed her. He missed feeling her beside him and cuddling up to him in the cab.
"Hey bud, you going off here?" the driver asked as he stopped in front of the hotel.
"Yeah, thanks man," he answered as he handed the driver a couple of bills for the payment and exited the cab. His sharp eye caught the sight of his girlfriend as she walked into the hotel, accompanied by Trish, Jeff, Molly and Shane, laughing and chatting happily. He felt left out and empty and alone without her.
"I wish I could make it up with her," he shook his head ruefully as he walked into the hotel lobby. The group had disappeared and he quickly went to the elevator, not interested in meeting any fans. He pressed his level and waited quite impatiently.
"So I guess breakfast is set for tomorrow morning then," he heard his girlfriend's cheery voice said.
"Yeah, KayKay, we'll see you tomorrow," Jeff replied. Then, something dawned on him.
"Oh shit!" he cursed softly. He forgot that he was sharing a room with her! What was he going to do?!
"Hey K, can you open up?" he called as he knocked on the door. A few minutes later, the door opened slightly and her beautiful face poked out.
"What is it, T?" she asked wearily. It seemed that she'd forgotten so he gave her a while to recover her memory.
"Well...?" she asked impatiently. Apparently, she did forgot.
"K, don't you remember? I'm supposed to be rooming with you!" he exclaimed. The light dawned on her and she stepped back to let him in.
"I'm sorry, I guess I forgot," she apologized as she cleared up the bed.
/Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no/
She was nervous. It wasn't the first time they'd slept on the same bed. It was just that, it was the tension between them, and it made her feel uncomfortable.
"Look K, if you're not keen on having me as your bed partner, tell me. I'd be more than happy to bunk with someone else," he said tiredly.
"No! I mean, if you're tired, you're welcome to stay here for the night," she blurted out and bit her bottom lip.
"Really? Gee, thanks K," he smiled at her. It made her melt just to see the smile, especially after organizing him, by herself.
"Goodnight then," he said as he climbed onto the bed. She hesitated a while before slipping after the covers and momentarily falling into a deep sleep.
/You come over unannounced
dressed up like you're somethin' else
where you are and where it's at you see
you're making me
laugh out when you strike your pose
take off all your preppy clothes
you know you're not fooling anyone
when you've become/
He woke up the next morning and saw his girlfriend still fast asleep. He sat up and watched her. She was so peaceful-looking and innocent. Too bad he couldn't actually... Then, he suddenly remembered Trish's idea. Maybe it would work on them. He reached for the phone and dialed the Room Service.
"Hello, Room Service? Can I get some breakfast in Room 502?" he said and looked at her again.
"And also some orchids, please. Thank you," he said before hanging up. He sent a text message to Jeff on his cell phone, saying that he and his girl wouldn't be down for breakfast with them.
/Somebody else round everyone else
Watching your back, like you can't relax
Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me/
She woke up groggily. Through half-opened eyes, she saw breakfast already set up in front of her.
"You up yet, K?" a familiar voice asked. She turned to the right. It was him...
"Yes, did you bring this up, T?" she asked curiously. He nodded and smiled. She set the tray aside and leaned closer to him, kissing his cheek softly.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"Wait, just one more request," he said as he pulled something from his back. She gasped when she saw it. She couldn't believe it...
"These are beautiful, T! You even remembered the first flower we saw in the florist's during our first date," she exclaimed joyously. He nodded and she smelt the scent. It smelt heavenly.
"All I want to ask from you, Stacy Keibler, is that, will you give me one more chance?" he asked softly. Stacy squealed and hugged him.
"Andrew, that's even better than these beautiful flowers!" she exclaimed. He smiled at her, melting her heart.
"Oh Drew! Of course I'll give one more chance!!" she sighed contentedly. The both of them hugged and shared a long passionate kiss. Amy was right all along. She should've given him a second chance...
/Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into
honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no/
A/N: A lil' crappy but a story nonetheless. It's Stacy and Test, if ya didn't know. These two are one of my favorite on and offscreen couple. I can't say what's the next couple but I'll only tell you that the song would be by Atomic Kitten.
She was depressed. The things that were occurring between her and her boyfriend were stressful. Sure, they might look like the perfect couple but she still had to deal with his period of jealousy and anger. Sighing, she settled herself on the chair in the Divas' Makeup Room. The makeup and hair stylist, Amy, was there, preparing everything she might need.
"Why hello there, girl. What else do you need on your face?" Amy asked cheerfully. The Diva sighed and rolled her eyes. She was in no mood to joke around now.
"Ames, just hurry up and do whatever I need for my debut later," the blond Diva said irritably.
/Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is/
He held his head in his hands. He didn't know what he was doing to her. She was almost everything a man would desire from the luscious body to her gorgeous looks and yet, he treated her like trash.
"Hey, man, what's up with you?" a feminine voice that he recognized asked. He looked up. It was his good friend, Trish Stratus, and she looked concerned.
"Hey Trish," he greeted. The blond Canadian Diva sat beside him and began to ask questions.
"T, what in the world were you thinking?! Us girls need TLC, Tender Loving Care, and you can't treat her like that! It'll break her fragile heart!" Trish exclaimed after he told her about the events that past a few weeks ago.
"I know, Trish, but what can I do?" he asked worriedly. Trish thought for a moment and whispered in his ear.
"You really want me to do that? Are you serious? I've never done that to her!" he half-shouted. Trish looked a little flustered.
"I was only trying to help! Besides, you DO want her back, don't you?" she said anxiously.
"Well..." he trailed off.
"Sorry, man, but if you want her back, just follow my instructions. Now, if you would excuse me, I promised my man, Jeff and Shane and Molly that I would meet them at the parking lot in 5. So long and good luck!" Trish stood up and he watched her leave. Maybe he should give it a try. After all, femmes are love experts.
/Chill out whatcha yelling' for?
Lay back it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
you will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
and you're talking to me one on one but you've become/
She tried to hide her tears. Amy had told her that she should give him a second chance to act. The stylist told her that men are always like that when their hormones were raging. It went from mood swings to boiling anger. The Diva dabbed the corner of her eyes with a tissue to prevent Amy's hard work from smudging. She was about to leave the building when someone called out to her. It was Molly.
"Hey K, you wanna ride with me, Jeff, Shane and Trish?" Molly asked when she got near. The blond-haired Diva pondered her choice.
"Why are you asking me?" the Diva asked suspiciously. Molly shrugged.
"Trish said something about asking you to ride with us. Everyone agreed. So you wanna go?" Molly asked again. The other Diva shrugged. What the hell could happen during the ride back to the hotel?
"Sure, I guess it couldn't hurt," the woman said as she followed Molly to Jeff's rental Corvette. Trish waved at her cheerfully while the men greeted her with a bright 'Hi'.
"Are you sure there's space?" the only boyfriend-less Diva asked curiously.
"Don't worry about it, K. You can squeeze in since you're thinner than a certain brunette," Trish answered. Molly pretended to be insulted and Shane gave her a peck on the forehead.
"There is space, KayKay," Jeff insisted. The Divas couldn't help but laugh. KayKay was always Jeff's nickname for her.
"Okay, I hope I don't invade too much space," she joked as she got into the back first and Molly and Shane followed.
"You won't," Shane assured her as the car revved up and drove out of the parking lot.
/Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me/
He looked at the streetlights as the cab drove past the beautiful city of New York. He missed her. He missed feeling her beside him and cuddling up to him in the cab.
"Hey bud, you going off here?" the driver asked as he stopped in front of the hotel.
"Yeah, thanks man," he answered as he handed the driver a couple of bills for the payment and exited the cab. His sharp eye caught the sight of his girlfriend as she walked into the hotel, accompanied by Trish, Jeff, Molly and Shane, laughing and chatting happily. He felt left out and empty and alone without her.
"I wish I could make it up with her," he shook his head ruefully as he walked into the hotel lobby. The group had disappeared and he quickly went to the elevator, not interested in meeting any fans. He pressed his level and waited quite impatiently.
"So I guess breakfast is set for tomorrow morning then," he heard his girlfriend's cheery voice said.
"Yeah, KayKay, we'll see you tomorrow," Jeff replied. Then, something dawned on him.
"Oh shit!" he cursed softly. He forgot that he was sharing a room with her! What was he going to do?!
"Hey K, can you open up?" he called as he knocked on the door. A few minutes later, the door opened slightly and her beautiful face poked out.
"What is it, T?" she asked wearily. It seemed that she'd forgotten so he gave her a while to recover her memory.
"Well...?" she asked impatiently. Apparently, she did forgot.
"K, don't you remember? I'm supposed to be rooming with you!" he exclaimed. The light dawned on her and she stepped back to let him in.
"I'm sorry, I guess I forgot," she apologized as she cleared up the bed.
/Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no/
She was nervous. It wasn't the first time they'd slept on the same bed. It was just that, it was the tension between them, and it made her feel uncomfortable.
"Look K, if you're not keen on having me as your bed partner, tell me. I'd be more than happy to bunk with someone else," he said tiredly.
"No! I mean, if you're tired, you're welcome to stay here for the night," she blurted out and bit her bottom lip.
"Really? Gee, thanks K," he smiled at her. It made her melt just to see the smile, especially after organizing him, by herself.
"Goodnight then," he said as he climbed onto the bed. She hesitated a while before slipping after the covers and momentarily falling into a deep sleep.
/You come over unannounced
dressed up like you're somethin' else
where you are and where it's at you see
you're making me
laugh out when you strike your pose
take off all your preppy clothes
you know you're not fooling anyone
when you've become/
He woke up the next morning and saw his girlfriend still fast asleep. He sat up and watched her. She was so peaceful-looking and innocent. Too bad he couldn't actually... Then, he suddenly remembered Trish's idea. Maybe it would work on them. He reached for the phone and dialed the Room Service.
"Hello, Room Service? Can I get some breakfast in Room 502?" he said and looked at her again.
"And also some orchids, please. Thank you," he said before hanging up. He sent a text message to Jeff on his cell phone, saying that he and his girl wouldn't be down for breakfast with them.
/Somebody else round everyone else
Watching your back, like you can't relax
Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me/
She woke up groggily. Through half-opened eyes, she saw breakfast already set up in front of her.
"You up yet, K?" a familiar voice asked. She turned to the right. It was him...
"Yes, did you bring this up, T?" she asked curiously. He nodded and smiled. She set the tray aside and leaned closer to him, kissing his cheek softly.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"Wait, just one more request," he said as he pulled something from his back. She gasped when she saw it. She couldn't believe it...
"These are beautiful, T! You even remembered the first flower we saw in the florist's during our first date," she exclaimed joyously. He nodded and she smelt the scent. It smelt heavenly.
"All I want to ask from you, Stacy Keibler, is that, will you give me one more chance?" he asked softly. Stacy squealed and hugged him.
"Andrew, that's even better than these beautiful flowers!" she exclaimed. He smiled at her, melting her heart.
"Oh Drew! Of course I'll give one more chance!!" she sighed contentedly. The both of them hugged and shared a long passionate kiss. Amy was right all along. She should've given him a second chance...
/Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into
honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no/
A/N: A lil' crappy but a story nonetheless. It's Stacy and Test, if ya didn't know. These two are one of my favorite on and offscreen couple. I can't say what's the next couple but I'll only tell you that the song would be by Atomic Kitten.