A/N: Continuation of Photo Shoot. I call it Photo Shoot 2. Now, does anyone
realize that someone else has a crush on Nami? Well, I didn't at first, but
I see it now. Enjoy the story. And REVIEW, okay?
"Perfect, yes, nice, nice," Jeff could hear the hungry tone in the photographer's voice. He rolled his eyes. Who wouldn't love to have a taste of Naomi? She looked positively delicious to eat in the outfit she was wearing. Suddenly, his eye caught Steven Richards, who was almost drooling over Naomi.
"Hey Richards!" Jeff called to Steven. The drooling guy looked up and waved at Jeff, walking over. Another flash of the camera told Jeff that the photographer had yet snapped another picture of Naomi.
"Ok people, let's take a break!" Steve Blackman, Naomi's trainer and the in- charge of the photo session, called.
"J-Jeff! I-I think I need a break from phototaking sessions. I'm seeing stars now," Naomi staggered to Jeff and leaned against his shoulder.
"Whoa! Slow down baby!" Jeff said, his balance becoming unsteady.
"Hey Nami, join us for something to drink!" Stacy called from the other side of the room.
"In a minute!" Naomi called back.
"You better go and join them, Nami. I wanna talk to Steven," Jeff said. Naomi shuffled over to the girls' table.
"I saw you doing that," Jeff said to Steven.
"Saw me doing what?" Steven asked irritably. The guy's eyes were looking at Naomi from behind Jeff's shoulder. His crush was pretty obvious.
"Saw you half-drooling at Miss Naomi Williams, of course," Jeff smirked. Did Steven think that Jeff was blind?
"I was not!" Steven shook his head.
"It was pretty obvious, my boy," Jeff shook his head.
"Hey Jeff, how do I look now?" Naomi's voice asked from behind him. Jeff could see Steven's jaw dropping with surprise. Jeff turned and found himself gaping.
"H-Hey, I know you like it but give me your opinion!" Naomi blushed. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a silver tube top. And, she had her hair in two pigtails.
"Y-you look great!" Jeff managed to choke out.
"Yeah, really beautiful," Steven added breathlessly. Naomi looked happier then.
"Thanks, I gotta go now. Andy wants me in for the photos now," Naomi said, hurrying to the photographer. Jeff watched as Naomi posed for candid shots that looked very appealing to him. Maybe he was falling in love with Naomi. She was cute and pretty anyway. And she was nice to look at even though she had a reputation for being tough. "That's great, Naomi! Now, smile, smile!" Andy was saying. Jeff looked. Naomi had both her arms crossed in front of her and she was sitting on a chair (A/N: Think Stacy in the Divas Undressed Magazine). The look in her face was a combination of a seductive as well as an I-want-to-finish-this- fast pained look.
"Okay, girls! Let's call this a day!" Steve announced. Naomi stood up from the chair. She walked towards Jeff.
"Uh, Jeff, why don't you wait at the car while I change?" Naomi cringed.
"But you look good!" Jeff protested.
"What!? And admit to Alex that he was right that I look good in miniskirts?! No way!!!" Naomi looked offended.
"Oh okay, but really, oh well, just go change, baby," Jeff laughed. Naomi muttered something under her breath as she walked away. Jeff jiggled the keys in his jeans' pocket as he walked to the parking lot. As he got closer to his Corvette, he noticed that something was stuck to the windscreen of his car. It was a note.
"Get away from Naomi if you know what's best for you," Jeff read the note. He smirked and threw it away. Did the writer think he was some kind of Romeo? Jeff didn't give her poems. He could plainly say he loved Naomi in many different ways.
"Jeffy! Was I late? H-hey, how come you're looking a little upset all of a sudden?" Naomi's voice asked him from behind.
"Er, nothing, I was just, uh, never mind. Hop in," Jeff stammered.
"Hey Jeff, you okay?" she asked worriedly.
"Wha-? No, I'm just fine the way I am," he plastered on a fake smile. Naomi frowned.
"Your face is pale, Jeffy. Anyway, can we go eat?" Naomi asked.
"Eat? You're hungry?" Jeff asked as he drove out of the parking lot.
"Duh, let's go to McDonald's! I'm starving!" Naomi suggested.
"Um, okay then," Jeff said. As Jeff pulled into the parking lot of the fast- food restaurant, he noticed that the two received quite a couple of stares from passer-bys.
"Haven't they seen wrestlers before?" Naomi asked as she got out of the car.
"Maybe they have, but not really live," Jeff mused as he slammed the car door shut. Then, Naomi's stomach grumbled loudly.
"Can we, like, get in already? I'm hungry!" she whined.
"Okay, okay, keep your shirt on. Before you start drooling all over the food, whatcha wanna eat?" Jeff asked as they walked through the glass doors.
"Um, a Big Mac, large French fries and a large Coke. Don't forget two apple pies," Naomi glanced at the menu.
"Will you need a diet after all this food?" Jeff asked as he queued up at the counter. "Jeff! Someone like me doesn't need a diet! I was literally born with metabolism!" she waved her hand carelessly.
"Oh all right," Jeff said as his turn came.
"I would like a Big Mac, a filet-o-fish, two large French fries, two large Cokes and two apple pies," Jeff told the worker, who looked shocked.
"You're a wrestler, aren't you?" the worker asked. Jeff nodded, sighing inwardly.
"Jeff Hardy?!" the worker exclaimed.
"Jeff, will you please hurry it up?" Naomi groaned.
"And you're Naomi Williams, the new Diva!" the worker turned to Naomi.
"Look here, boy, I'm hungry and I want my food. So make it snappy!!!" she snarled. Jeff bit back a grin. If there was only one thing that Naomi could be impatient for, it was food.
"R-right away, ma'am!" the worker squeaked. Jeff laughed, doubling over.
"Ya didn't have to scare the poor guy off, Nami," he said as they walked over to find empty seats.
"He was keeping me waiting for my food," Naomi said pointedly. Finally, they found two seats, just right for the both of them.
"And the guy was half-drooling over me anyway," Jeff looked back at the counter. The worker, whom Naomi had scared off, was talking to another customer and pointing to them.
"Excuse me, Naomi Williams?" a small voice, asked at their table.
"Can I help you?" Naomi asked thickly, since she was eating her Big Mac.
"I was wondering if you could give me an autograph and maybe a photo with you?" the boy, no more than 13, asked shyly.
"Sure! Don't you want Jeff's autograph too?" Naomi asked curiously. The boy looked taken aback at Naomi's suggestion.
"Uh, um, okay, I guess maybe I could have a photo of you two. Hey sis, care to help?" the boy called to a table full of watching people. The boy's sister walked over.
"Smile!" Naomi said as the girl took the photo.
"Um, maybe I could have one too?" the sister asked. Naomi shrugged and posed again.
"Man, it feels like being back at the studio again!" Naomi grumbled as she picked up her Big Mac again.
"Get used to it! Once you're in a place like this, people would be bugging you for photos and autographs," Jeff laughed at Naomi's discomfort.
"I didn't expect you two to be here too," a familiar voice said. Jeff looked up. It was Adam Copeland and Oscar Guitterrez (Rey Mysterio).
"Hey Adam, and Oscar," Naomi greeted simply before returning to her food. "It's the chica from RAW! How're you settling in?" Oscar asked cheerfully.
"It's great! I'm seeing stars!" Naomi replied sarcastically. Jeff chuckled at Oscar and Adam's confused faces.
"The truth is, Nami likes RAW, the only thing she hates is being photographed and seeing stars and signing stuff," Jeff answered as Naomi ate on.
"Oh, I guess it's not us only, huh? We got our share of fandom too. Don't let it get too down on ya, Nami," Oscar said, patting Naomi's shoulder.
"I guess we should leave now," Adam said.
"See ya, guys!" Oscar called. Naomi and Jeff waved.
"I guess Oscar was right. I shouldn't have taken it in too much," she said, putting the empty Big Mac packet and starting on an apple pie, taking occasional sips from her drink.
"Hey, you'll soften up, I'm sure," Jeff reached across the table and squeezed Naomi's hand.
"Thanks, I'm really glad you're there for me, Jeff. I don't really know what I'll do without you," Naomi smiled at Jeff.
A/N: Ha! A cliffhanger! I love cliffhangers! Anyway, what kind of passion does Naomi feel about Jeff? Is it love? Then, does Jeff feel the same feeling too? Chapter 13 explains it all! Oh yeah, this chapter's a bit boring but could you detect a little crush someone's got? Figure it out!
"Perfect, yes, nice, nice," Jeff could hear the hungry tone in the photographer's voice. He rolled his eyes. Who wouldn't love to have a taste of Naomi? She looked positively delicious to eat in the outfit she was wearing. Suddenly, his eye caught Steven Richards, who was almost drooling over Naomi.
"Hey Richards!" Jeff called to Steven. The drooling guy looked up and waved at Jeff, walking over. Another flash of the camera told Jeff that the photographer had yet snapped another picture of Naomi.
"Ok people, let's take a break!" Steve Blackman, Naomi's trainer and the in- charge of the photo session, called.
"J-Jeff! I-I think I need a break from phototaking sessions. I'm seeing stars now," Naomi staggered to Jeff and leaned against his shoulder.
"Whoa! Slow down baby!" Jeff said, his balance becoming unsteady.
"Hey Nami, join us for something to drink!" Stacy called from the other side of the room.
"In a minute!" Naomi called back.
"You better go and join them, Nami. I wanna talk to Steven," Jeff said. Naomi shuffled over to the girls' table.
"I saw you doing that," Jeff said to Steven.
"Saw me doing what?" Steven asked irritably. The guy's eyes were looking at Naomi from behind Jeff's shoulder. His crush was pretty obvious.
"Saw you half-drooling at Miss Naomi Williams, of course," Jeff smirked. Did Steven think that Jeff was blind?
"I was not!" Steven shook his head.
"It was pretty obvious, my boy," Jeff shook his head.
"Hey Jeff, how do I look now?" Naomi's voice asked from behind him. Jeff could see Steven's jaw dropping with surprise. Jeff turned and found himself gaping.
"H-Hey, I know you like it but give me your opinion!" Naomi blushed. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a silver tube top. And, she had her hair in two pigtails.
"Y-you look great!" Jeff managed to choke out.
"Yeah, really beautiful," Steven added breathlessly. Naomi looked happier then.
"Thanks, I gotta go now. Andy wants me in for the photos now," Naomi said, hurrying to the photographer. Jeff watched as Naomi posed for candid shots that looked very appealing to him. Maybe he was falling in love with Naomi. She was cute and pretty anyway. And she was nice to look at even though she had a reputation for being tough. "That's great, Naomi! Now, smile, smile!" Andy was saying. Jeff looked. Naomi had both her arms crossed in front of her and she was sitting on a chair (A/N: Think Stacy in the Divas Undressed Magazine). The look in her face was a combination of a seductive as well as an I-want-to-finish-this- fast pained look.
"Okay, girls! Let's call this a day!" Steve announced. Naomi stood up from the chair. She walked towards Jeff.
"Uh, Jeff, why don't you wait at the car while I change?" Naomi cringed.
"But you look good!" Jeff protested.
"What!? And admit to Alex that he was right that I look good in miniskirts?! No way!!!" Naomi looked offended.
"Oh okay, but really, oh well, just go change, baby," Jeff laughed. Naomi muttered something under her breath as she walked away. Jeff jiggled the keys in his jeans' pocket as he walked to the parking lot. As he got closer to his Corvette, he noticed that something was stuck to the windscreen of his car. It was a note.
"Get away from Naomi if you know what's best for you," Jeff read the note. He smirked and threw it away. Did the writer think he was some kind of Romeo? Jeff didn't give her poems. He could plainly say he loved Naomi in many different ways.
"Jeffy! Was I late? H-hey, how come you're looking a little upset all of a sudden?" Naomi's voice asked him from behind.
"Er, nothing, I was just, uh, never mind. Hop in," Jeff stammered.
"Hey Jeff, you okay?" she asked worriedly.
"Wha-? No, I'm just fine the way I am," he plastered on a fake smile. Naomi frowned.
"Your face is pale, Jeffy. Anyway, can we go eat?" Naomi asked.
"Eat? You're hungry?" Jeff asked as he drove out of the parking lot.
"Duh, let's go to McDonald's! I'm starving!" Naomi suggested.
"Um, okay then," Jeff said. As Jeff pulled into the parking lot of the fast- food restaurant, he noticed that the two received quite a couple of stares from passer-bys.
"Haven't they seen wrestlers before?" Naomi asked as she got out of the car.
"Maybe they have, but not really live," Jeff mused as he slammed the car door shut. Then, Naomi's stomach grumbled loudly.
"Can we, like, get in already? I'm hungry!" she whined.
"Okay, okay, keep your shirt on. Before you start drooling all over the food, whatcha wanna eat?" Jeff asked as they walked through the glass doors.
"Um, a Big Mac, large French fries and a large Coke. Don't forget two apple pies," Naomi glanced at the menu.
"Will you need a diet after all this food?" Jeff asked as he queued up at the counter. "Jeff! Someone like me doesn't need a diet! I was literally born with metabolism!" she waved her hand carelessly.
"Oh all right," Jeff said as his turn came.
"I would like a Big Mac, a filet-o-fish, two large French fries, two large Cokes and two apple pies," Jeff told the worker, who looked shocked.
"You're a wrestler, aren't you?" the worker asked. Jeff nodded, sighing inwardly.
"Jeff Hardy?!" the worker exclaimed.
"Jeff, will you please hurry it up?" Naomi groaned.
"And you're Naomi Williams, the new Diva!" the worker turned to Naomi.
"Look here, boy, I'm hungry and I want my food. So make it snappy!!!" she snarled. Jeff bit back a grin. If there was only one thing that Naomi could be impatient for, it was food.
"R-right away, ma'am!" the worker squeaked. Jeff laughed, doubling over.
"Ya didn't have to scare the poor guy off, Nami," he said as they walked over to find empty seats.
"He was keeping me waiting for my food," Naomi said pointedly. Finally, they found two seats, just right for the both of them.
"And the guy was half-drooling over me anyway," Jeff looked back at the counter. The worker, whom Naomi had scared off, was talking to another customer and pointing to them.
"Excuse me, Naomi Williams?" a small voice, asked at their table.
"Can I help you?" Naomi asked thickly, since she was eating her Big Mac.
"I was wondering if you could give me an autograph and maybe a photo with you?" the boy, no more than 13, asked shyly.
"Sure! Don't you want Jeff's autograph too?" Naomi asked curiously. The boy looked taken aback at Naomi's suggestion.
"Uh, um, okay, I guess maybe I could have a photo of you two. Hey sis, care to help?" the boy called to a table full of watching people. The boy's sister walked over.
"Smile!" Naomi said as the girl took the photo.
"Um, maybe I could have one too?" the sister asked. Naomi shrugged and posed again.
"Man, it feels like being back at the studio again!" Naomi grumbled as she picked up her Big Mac again.
"Get used to it! Once you're in a place like this, people would be bugging you for photos and autographs," Jeff laughed at Naomi's discomfort.
"I didn't expect you two to be here too," a familiar voice said. Jeff looked up. It was Adam Copeland and Oscar Guitterrez (Rey Mysterio).
"Hey Adam, and Oscar," Naomi greeted simply before returning to her food. "It's the chica from RAW! How're you settling in?" Oscar asked cheerfully.
"It's great! I'm seeing stars!" Naomi replied sarcastically. Jeff chuckled at Oscar and Adam's confused faces.
"The truth is, Nami likes RAW, the only thing she hates is being photographed and seeing stars and signing stuff," Jeff answered as Naomi ate on.
"Oh, I guess it's not us only, huh? We got our share of fandom too. Don't let it get too down on ya, Nami," Oscar said, patting Naomi's shoulder.
"I guess we should leave now," Adam said.
"See ya, guys!" Oscar called. Naomi and Jeff waved.
"I guess Oscar was right. I shouldn't have taken it in too much," she said, putting the empty Big Mac packet and starting on an apple pie, taking occasional sips from her drink.
"Hey, you'll soften up, I'm sure," Jeff reached across the table and squeezed Naomi's hand.
"Thanks, I'm really glad you're there for me, Jeff. I don't really know what I'll do without you," Naomi smiled at Jeff.
A/N: Ha! A cliffhanger! I love cliffhangers! Anyway, what kind of passion does Naomi feel about Jeff? Is it love? Then, does Jeff feel the same feeling too? Chapter 13 explains it all! Oh yeah, this chapter's a bit boring but could you detect a little crush someone's got? Figure it out!