A/N: Okay, there was one review I got that I found particularly
interesting. And, it urged me to write this new chapter in a new way. Aha!
I slept last night and found the perfect idea! But if you people would just
gimme suggestions and opinions, it would be easier for me to write! I don't
know what kinda pairing you guys want! Please guys! And review! And I hate
writing disclaimers all over again. My disclaimer for the first chapter is
enough. Nothing more.
Jeff Hardy bit the cap of his pen as he thought of the next line for his poem. It was a love poem. Typical of him to write love poems. It wasn't for anyone. He loved poems and writing sappy love poems was nothing to him. It was. a hobby.
"Knock, knock," a familiar voice outside his door called. Jeff turned and looked at the door.
"Who would it be at this wicked time?" he asked himself. Nevertheless, he had to answer or else she would break the door open.
"Can I help you, Miss Williams?" he asked, opening the door. Naomi was standing right outside the door.
"Yes, Mr Hardy, I want to know why you're not with Matt or Amy or Trish out partying," Naomi asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Okay Nami, I'll tell you but 1) Get your ass in here coz you don't wanna stand outside talking to me and 2) I'm busy writing something," Jeff answered, grinning cockily. Naomi sighed and walked in, looking around the hotel room.
Jeff closed the door and jumped onto the bed, hoping to continue with his poem. A few moments later, Naomi joined him but she sat on the side of the bed.
"So Mr Hardy, what were you writing that was so important?" Naomi asked, looking at his poems curiously.
"If you must know, Nami, I'm writing sappy love poems," Jeff snorted, hoping that she wouldn't say something bad about it.
"Ooh. really? Who's it for?" Naomi went wide-eyed and sprawled herself next to Jeff, reading his poems.
"No one, it's my hobby to write stuff," Jeff protested, hearing the suspicious tone in Naomi's words.
"Let's see here, 'You are the air of my balloon', 'You are the umbrella that shelters my heart from the rain', 'You are my angel'. 'You are my.'?" Naomi read but frowned at the missing word.
"Oh, that's supposed to be the girl's name," Jeff explained to her, snatching the paper away.
"Okay, if it was you, which girl's name would it be?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. Jeff's jaw dropped. He should've known that this should be next.
"Anyway, what is your hobby, Nami?" he asked, changing the subject. She pouted.
"No, no, Jeffy, don't change the subject. You are going to answer Nami. Which girl would it be?" Naomi insisted. Jeff hesitated.
"Okay, so if you don't want me to take this girl as a girlfriend, fine! But you could always say it as a friend!" Naomi said. Jeff knew she was just trying to make this easier for him and he was grateful to her since the person that was going to escape his lips was none other than.
"You," Jeff smirked, returning to his work. Naomi snickered.
"Good one, Jeff. You had no way out! Anyway, I'll leave you here alone. I'm going back to my room and maybe read something," Naomi said, starting to get up.
"Are you serious, Nami? You actually read?!" Jeff joked.
"Face reality, Jeffy ol' boy!" Naomi giggled, throwing a pillow at him. She got up and headed out of his room, closing the door behind her. Jeff smiled.
"You don't know how real that meant, Nami, you don't know how real." Jeff said, closing his poem book and lying on the bed, thinking.
A/N: Ooh. what did Jeff mean by that!? Okay, maybe I'm not updating. I'm having a writer's block. But please review! And I know this is short! But review and suggest, okay?
Jeff Hardy bit the cap of his pen as he thought of the next line for his poem. It was a love poem. Typical of him to write love poems. It wasn't for anyone. He loved poems and writing sappy love poems was nothing to him. It was. a hobby.
"Knock, knock," a familiar voice outside his door called. Jeff turned and looked at the door.
"Who would it be at this wicked time?" he asked himself. Nevertheless, he had to answer or else she would break the door open.
"Can I help you, Miss Williams?" he asked, opening the door. Naomi was standing right outside the door.
"Yes, Mr Hardy, I want to know why you're not with Matt or Amy or Trish out partying," Naomi asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Okay Nami, I'll tell you but 1) Get your ass in here coz you don't wanna stand outside talking to me and 2) I'm busy writing something," Jeff answered, grinning cockily. Naomi sighed and walked in, looking around the hotel room.
Jeff closed the door and jumped onto the bed, hoping to continue with his poem. A few moments later, Naomi joined him but she sat on the side of the bed.
"So Mr Hardy, what were you writing that was so important?" Naomi asked, looking at his poems curiously.
"If you must know, Nami, I'm writing sappy love poems," Jeff snorted, hoping that she wouldn't say something bad about it.
"Ooh. really? Who's it for?" Naomi went wide-eyed and sprawled herself next to Jeff, reading his poems.
"No one, it's my hobby to write stuff," Jeff protested, hearing the suspicious tone in Naomi's words.
"Let's see here, 'You are the air of my balloon', 'You are the umbrella that shelters my heart from the rain', 'You are my angel'. 'You are my.'?" Naomi read but frowned at the missing word.
"Oh, that's supposed to be the girl's name," Jeff explained to her, snatching the paper away.
"Okay, if it was you, which girl's name would it be?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. Jeff's jaw dropped. He should've known that this should be next.
"Anyway, what is your hobby, Nami?" he asked, changing the subject. She pouted.
"No, no, Jeffy, don't change the subject. You are going to answer Nami. Which girl would it be?" Naomi insisted. Jeff hesitated.
"Okay, so if you don't want me to take this girl as a girlfriend, fine! But you could always say it as a friend!" Naomi said. Jeff knew she was just trying to make this easier for him and he was grateful to her since the person that was going to escape his lips was none other than.
"You," Jeff smirked, returning to his work. Naomi snickered.
"Good one, Jeff. You had no way out! Anyway, I'll leave you here alone. I'm going back to my room and maybe read something," Naomi said, starting to get up.
"Are you serious, Nami? You actually read?!" Jeff joked.
"Face reality, Jeffy ol' boy!" Naomi giggled, throwing a pillow at him. She got up and headed out of his room, closing the door behind her. Jeff smiled.
"You don't know how real that meant, Nami, you don't know how real." Jeff said, closing his poem book and lying on the bed, thinking.
A/N: Ooh. what did Jeff mean by that!? Okay, maybe I'm not updating. I'm having a writer's block. But please review! And I know this is short! But review and suggest, okay?