A/N: Okay, chapter 11!!! I'm one hell of a writer, aren't I? I'm dead bored
now so I'll write my fics now. Enjoy the story. AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW,
okay? Now, on with the story.
RING! RING! The telephone in Naomi's room rang shrilly, breaking the stillness and silence of the room. A weary hand shot out of the blanket and grabbed the receiver.
"He, hello?" the girl's weary voice said into the phone.
"Nami? It's Trish. Girl, did you just wake up?" Trish's energetic voice said from the other line.
"Yeah, what's up, Trish?" Naomi asked.
"Well, I just wanna tell you that, the divas', including you, are going to have a photo shoot in two hours time. Better get that ass out of the bed and to the WWE building. Just wear your casual clothes. The wardrobe would provide us with clothes. Talk to ya later, bye!" Trish hung up. Naomi rubbed her eyes and squinted at the clock.
"12 noon? Boy I was tired last night," she said to herself, yawning and opening her room door. Wearily, she walked to the kitchen. Her brother was there, preparing lunch.
"Good morning sleepyhead, or should I say good afternoon. You totally zonked out, didn't you?" Alex greeted her somewhat cheerfully.
"Oh shaddap, Alexy," Naomi yawned, opening the refrigerator door and taking the bottle of orange juice out.
"Oh no, young lady, you're going to take a shower first. Into the bathroom, now!" Alex took away the bottle and whisked Naomi to the bathroom.
"All right, keep ya hair on, sheesh!" she grumbled. She grabbed her towel and bathrobe and went inside the bathroom. After 15 minutes, she came out, her hair wet and her body covered with the bathrobe.
"15 minutes and 5 seconds, a record, Nami. Usually, you take 20 minutes 50 seconds. What happened last night?" Alex smirked.
"For your information, Alexy, Trish called and told me that the women are going to have a photo shoot. I don't really care if you like it or not," Naomi said to her brother a little icily, waggling a finger at him.
"Okay, fine, go change into some clothes and wake your boyfriend up," Alex smirked and returned to finish cooking breakfast.
"He is so not my boyfriend!" Naomi huffed, her cheeks turning a little red, as she stomped into her room and slammed the door. Inside her room, Naomi took out a baby blue shirt that had the word 'Psycho' on it and a pair of denim cropped pants. After lacing up her blue sports shoes, she turned on her hairdryer and let the warm air blow her hair.
"Nami! Go wake Jeff up!" Alex yelled over the whine of the noisy hairdryer. Naomi sighed. Sometimes, girls have to do guys' jobs! She unplugged the hairdryer and went to the guestroom where Jeff was still snoring away. Feeling mischievous, she plugged the hairdryer in the plug in the room and turned it on, on Jeff's face, letting the hot air blow in Jeff's face.
"OW! Hot! Hot! Hot!" Jeff yelled suddenly, sitting up straight. Naomi raised the hairdryer back to her hair.
"Wake up, sleepyhead Jeffy! I want ya to take me to the WWE building," Naomi said.
"It's morning already?" Jeff croaked out.
"No, it's afternoon actually. Wake up!" Naomi hollered. Jeff still sat on the bed groggily. Naomi held his hand and pulled. He still didn't budge.
"Jeff! Come on!" Naomi begged. Finally Jeff stood up and she fell on her butt.
"Dammit Jeffy! Go and take a shower now!" Naomi grumbled. Jeff almost fell over, laughing like a hyena. Naomi's cheeks went redder than it had been.
"Oh c'mon, I'll help you up," he stretched out his arm. Naomi hoisted herself up, but, Jeff accidentally (or intentionally? Hee hee) lost his strength and fell on top of her.
"Oof! Jeff! Get off me! Ow! You're fucking heavy!" Naomi complained.
"I can't help it if I accidentally fell on you!" Jeff shot back. When he pulled back to look at her, Naomi realized that she was actually blushing and that, well, Jeff's eyes were so hazel. They stayed like that until.
"Did I interrupt something?" Alex's voice asked from the doorway. Naomi looked at her brother.
"Um, no, you weren't, I was just, uh, never mind," Naomi said hurriedly, getting up from her position on the floor. Still feeling flabbergasted, she went to the kitchen for some food. After settling in for a bottle of orange juice and toast, she went to the living room to watch something.
"Was that position comfy?" a voice asked in her ear. She turned.
"Alexy! Don't scare me like that!" Naomi scowled. Alex grinned and flopped onto the couch beside her.
"I repeat, was that position comfy? Do you read me, Agent Naomi?" Alex smirked.
"Alexy! Quit it! No! It wasn't comfy! It was a freak accident anyway! Nothing to do it!" Naomi said angrily.
"That's what you say," she could hear Alex mutter under his breath. She scowled again. Was her brother implying that she liked Jeffrey Nero Hardy? No way!
"Hey Nami! You wanted me to hurry up, right? Where're we going again?!" Jeff called from the guestroom.
"The WWE building! The divas are in for a photo shoot!" Naomi yelled back, now wrestling with her brother, with her toast in her mouth. Alex pecked at her toast with his mouth and snagged it.
"Dammit, Alexander Stevens! You snagged my toast again! Dammit!" Naomi whined but she still went to the kitchen to get one more anyway.
"How do you get food around here?" Jeff asked as she entered the kitchen.
"There's food on the counter and the table. Help yourself," Naomi said wryly, grabbing a piece of toast and a strip of bacon before heading back into the living room. Alex was watching some kind of variety show, which Naomi absolutely hated.
"Ready to go, Nami?" Jeff asked thickly. (He's got toast in his mouth)
"This early?" Naomi asked surprised.
"Ya can't be too late, can you? Besides, being early is a good thing," Jeff shrugged.
"Oh, okay, I'll get my jacket and I'll be right back," Naomi said, running to her room. She came back running out, but in the process of putting a blue denim jacket on.
"Bye, Alex, see ya later!" Naomi waved to her brother.
"Yeah, see ya, and don't be too surprised if ya see Denise here!" Alex yelled.
"Yeah, whatever!" Naomi rolled her eyes.
"Who's Denise?" Jeff asked as the duo walked to his Corvette.
"Alex's girlfriend, of course. She's really nice but Alex is wayyyyy too obsessed with her if she comes over. She was the one who introduced Alex to extreme sports," Naomi explained, getting inside the car. Jeff laughed. The ride to the building was silent somehow. Both of them were deep in thought.
"Nami! I didn't expect to see you here this early!" Trish ran forward to hug me as I walked into the building.
"Mr Punctual here thought that it would be better if I came here early," Naomi smirked, letting the hug break. Trish blinked.
"Huh? Jeff Hardy is punctual now?" Trish asked, looking shocked.
"Well, only for today anyway, it seems. That's too bad coz I wanted him to come right at the dot for every match," Naomi said.
"Nami! Thank God you're here! The wardrobe people want you in the dressing room, pronto!" Amy appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Naomi's arm.
"Hey Jeffy! Stay somewhere where I can find you!" Naomi called as Amy dragged her to the dressing room. As soon as Naomi entered the room, the crew fussed over her and her hair.
"Okay, Nami, put on this and this," Tom said, shoving two pieces of clothing to her. It was a black halter-top and really short shorts. She entered the locker room, where Stacy and Torrie were changing there.
"Phew! I thought it was Andrew or Pete! Hey Nami, whatcha gotta wear?" Torrie asked. Naomi showed her the halter-top and shorts.
"Wow! That's decent! I have to wear a tube top and a really short miniskirt! Good luck, Nami!" Torrie called as she left the room in her clothes. Sighing heavily, Naomi changed into her halter-top and shorts. She was almost done, just the strings to tie, when the door opened.
"Hey Nami, they wa- Wow! Gorgeous, baby!" a guy's voice whistled. Puzzled, Naomi turned to look who it was. It was Michael Manna (Steven Richards). "Spit it out, Richards," Naomi rolled her eyes, finally managing to tie the strings of her halter-top.
"The, uh, um, photographers want, um, you out there, uh, right now," he stammered. Naomi sighed.
"Oh all right, thanks," she said, kissing his cheek as she walked past. Michael just stared after her as she walked down the hallway.
A/N: Right! Chapter 11 finished! Chapter 12 has the photo shoot, so don't worry, ok? And REVIEW please!?
RING! RING! The telephone in Naomi's room rang shrilly, breaking the stillness and silence of the room. A weary hand shot out of the blanket and grabbed the receiver.
"He, hello?" the girl's weary voice said into the phone.
"Nami? It's Trish. Girl, did you just wake up?" Trish's energetic voice said from the other line.
"Yeah, what's up, Trish?" Naomi asked.
"Well, I just wanna tell you that, the divas', including you, are going to have a photo shoot in two hours time. Better get that ass out of the bed and to the WWE building. Just wear your casual clothes. The wardrobe would provide us with clothes. Talk to ya later, bye!" Trish hung up. Naomi rubbed her eyes and squinted at the clock.
"12 noon? Boy I was tired last night," she said to herself, yawning and opening her room door. Wearily, she walked to the kitchen. Her brother was there, preparing lunch.
"Good morning sleepyhead, or should I say good afternoon. You totally zonked out, didn't you?" Alex greeted her somewhat cheerfully.
"Oh shaddap, Alexy," Naomi yawned, opening the refrigerator door and taking the bottle of orange juice out.
"Oh no, young lady, you're going to take a shower first. Into the bathroom, now!" Alex took away the bottle and whisked Naomi to the bathroom.
"All right, keep ya hair on, sheesh!" she grumbled. She grabbed her towel and bathrobe and went inside the bathroom. After 15 minutes, she came out, her hair wet and her body covered with the bathrobe.
"15 minutes and 5 seconds, a record, Nami. Usually, you take 20 minutes 50 seconds. What happened last night?" Alex smirked.
"For your information, Alexy, Trish called and told me that the women are going to have a photo shoot. I don't really care if you like it or not," Naomi said to her brother a little icily, waggling a finger at him.
"Okay, fine, go change into some clothes and wake your boyfriend up," Alex smirked and returned to finish cooking breakfast.
"He is so not my boyfriend!" Naomi huffed, her cheeks turning a little red, as she stomped into her room and slammed the door. Inside her room, Naomi took out a baby blue shirt that had the word 'Psycho' on it and a pair of denim cropped pants. After lacing up her blue sports shoes, she turned on her hairdryer and let the warm air blow her hair.
"Nami! Go wake Jeff up!" Alex yelled over the whine of the noisy hairdryer. Naomi sighed. Sometimes, girls have to do guys' jobs! She unplugged the hairdryer and went to the guestroom where Jeff was still snoring away. Feeling mischievous, she plugged the hairdryer in the plug in the room and turned it on, on Jeff's face, letting the hot air blow in Jeff's face.
"OW! Hot! Hot! Hot!" Jeff yelled suddenly, sitting up straight. Naomi raised the hairdryer back to her hair.
"Wake up, sleepyhead Jeffy! I want ya to take me to the WWE building," Naomi said.
"It's morning already?" Jeff croaked out.
"No, it's afternoon actually. Wake up!" Naomi hollered. Jeff still sat on the bed groggily. Naomi held his hand and pulled. He still didn't budge.
"Jeff! Come on!" Naomi begged. Finally Jeff stood up and she fell on her butt.
"Dammit Jeffy! Go and take a shower now!" Naomi grumbled. Jeff almost fell over, laughing like a hyena. Naomi's cheeks went redder than it had been.
"Oh c'mon, I'll help you up," he stretched out his arm. Naomi hoisted herself up, but, Jeff accidentally (or intentionally? Hee hee) lost his strength and fell on top of her.
"Oof! Jeff! Get off me! Ow! You're fucking heavy!" Naomi complained.
"I can't help it if I accidentally fell on you!" Jeff shot back. When he pulled back to look at her, Naomi realized that she was actually blushing and that, well, Jeff's eyes were so hazel. They stayed like that until.
"Did I interrupt something?" Alex's voice asked from the doorway. Naomi looked at her brother.
"Um, no, you weren't, I was just, uh, never mind," Naomi said hurriedly, getting up from her position on the floor. Still feeling flabbergasted, she went to the kitchen for some food. After settling in for a bottle of orange juice and toast, she went to the living room to watch something.
"Was that position comfy?" a voice asked in her ear. She turned.
"Alexy! Don't scare me like that!" Naomi scowled. Alex grinned and flopped onto the couch beside her.
"I repeat, was that position comfy? Do you read me, Agent Naomi?" Alex smirked.
"Alexy! Quit it! No! It wasn't comfy! It was a freak accident anyway! Nothing to do it!" Naomi said angrily.
"That's what you say," she could hear Alex mutter under his breath. She scowled again. Was her brother implying that she liked Jeffrey Nero Hardy? No way!
"Hey Nami! You wanted me to hurry up, right? Where're we going again?!" Jeff called from the guestroom.
"The WWE building! The divas are in for a photo shoot!" Naomi yelled back, now wrestling with her brother, with her toast in her mouth. Alex pecked at her toast with his mouth and snagged it.
"Dammit, Alexander Stevens! You snagged my toast again! Dammit!" Naomi whined but she still went to the kitchen to get one more anyway.
"How do you get food around here?" Jeff asked as she entered the kitchen.
"There's food on the counter and the table. Help yourself," Naomi said wryly, grabbing a piece of toast and a strip of bacon before heading back into the living room. Alex was watching some kind of variety show, which Naomi absolutely hated.
"Ready to go, Nami?" Jeff asked thickly. (He's got toast in his mouth)
"This early?" Naomi asked surprised.
"Ya can't be too late, can you? Besides, being early is a good thing," Jeff shrugged.
"Oh, okay, I'll get my jacket and I'll be right back," Naomi said, running to her room. She came back running out, but in the process of putting a blue denim jacket on.
"Bye, Alex, see ya later!" Naomi waved to her brother.
"Yeah, see ya, and don't be too surprised if ya see Denise here!" Alex yelled.
"Yeah, whatever!" Naomi rolled her eyes.
"Who's Denise?" Jeff asked as the duo walked to his Corvette.
"Alex's girlfriend, of course. She's really nice but Alex is wayyyyy too obsessed with her if she comes over. She was the one who introduced Alex to extreme sports," Naomi explained, getting inside the car. Jeff laughed. The ride to the building was silent somehow. Both of them were deep in thought.
"Nami! I didn't expect to see you here this early!" Trish ran forward to hug me as I walked into the building.
"Mr Punctual here thought that it would be better if I came here early," Naomi smirked, letting the hug break. Trish blinked.
"Huh? Jeff Hardy is punctual now?" Trish asked, looking shocked.
"Well, only for today anyway, it seems. That's too bad coz I wanted him to come right at the dot for every match," Naomi said.
"Nami! Thank God you're here! The wardrobe people want you in the dressing room, pronto!" Amy appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Naomi's arm.
"Hey Jeffy! Stay somewhere where I can find you!" Naomi called as Amy dragged her to the dressing room. As soon as Naomi entered the room, the crew fussed over her and her hair.
"Okay, Nami, put on this and this," Tom said, shoving two pieces of clothing to her. It was a black halter-top and really short shorts. She entered the locker room, where Stacy and Torrie were changing there.
"Phew! I thought it was Andrew or Pete! Hey Nami, whatcha gotta wear?" Torrie asked. Naomi showed her the halter-top and shorts.
"Wow! That's decent! I have to wear a tube top and a really short miniskirt! Good luck, Nami!" Torrie called as she left the room in her clothes. Sighing heavily, Naomi changed into her halter-top and shorts. She was almost done, just the strings to tie, when the door opened.
"Hey Nami, they wa- Wow! Gorgeous, baby!" a guy's voice whistled. Puzzled, Naomi turned to look who it was. It was Michael Manna (Steven Richards). "Spit it out, Richards," Naomi rolled her eyes, finally managing to tie the strings of her halter-top.
"The, uh, um, photographers want, um, you out there, uh, right now," he stammered. Naomi sighed.
"Oh all right, thanks," she said, kissing his cheek as she walked past. Michael just stared after her as she walked down the hallway.
A/N: Right! Chapter 11 finished! Chapter 12 has the photo shoot, so don't worry, ok? And REVIEW please!?