A/N: How'd y'all liked my Chapter 13? Was it too corny? I'm trying my
freaking best out there!!! Naomi might be falling for Jeff and vice versa.
But there's gonna be a LOT of lame stuff here. Be warned people! And don't
say I didn't warn ya! Oh yeah, I've gotten a review that totally pissed me
off. I know WHO Steve Blackman is. I'm no pro writer, okay!? People make
mistakes all the time. Don't expect me to be perfect!!! So please bear with
me and if you don't like it, DON'T FUCKING READ!!! Because others want to
read!! Now, ON TO THE STORY!
"I hereby swear that I would NEVER fight or train with Jason Reso ever, AGAIN!" Naomi complained loudly, wincing as she moved her arms.
"Did he do the Unprettier on you?" Nora asked, opening her locker. Naomi grunted to show her yes.
"Damn bastard even went for the Spears. He said I needed more training. And I'm a freaking WOMAN for God's sake! Edge probably does it better," Naomi moved her arms gingerly.
"Oh ho, Nami? You like Edge?" Stacy asked, sauntering into the room.
"Heck no! I don't even know him that deep! I mean he or Rob does it better than Christian! That guy treats me like a fucking punching bag or something!! Dammit! OW!!!" Naomi had tried to wave her arms but they hurt her even more.
"Don't worry, you'll recover. I heard Christian isn't too bad, judging by his looks," Nora tried to reassure her.
"His looks or the body?" Naomi muttered from the corner of her mouth.
"I give up! I'm going to the guys' locker room!" Naomi wailed with despair and left.
"And his body was what I'm judging on!" Nora called before Naomi closed the door.
"I knew you'd say that! He's already married!" Naomi retaliated hotly. Nora fell silent and Naomi closed the door, satisfied that she'd beaten Nora. She walked to the guys' locker room. It was noisy as heard from the outside. The question was what was happening inside? Curious, she opened the door. Loud Pearl Jam music was blasting off the stereo on the bench. And Jeff was rocking and dancing to it. Naomi laughed.
"You guys can be damn funny when you want to!" she giggled. Jeff suddenly looked at the door and smiled, turning down the stereo's volume.
"Nami! How're your arms feeling?" Jeff asked, walking over to hug her.
"Like being in a crazy circus, thank you for asking," Naomi answered sarcastically.
"Hey! I wasn't too hard!" Christian yelled somewhere from the back.
"Would you like it if I tackled you four times with the Arrowhead or use the UNPRETTIER on you?" Naomi yelled back.
"Chill guys! I don't want our locker room to turn into some kind of yelling spree," Rob said.
"Whatever, Jeff, do you think you could help me get my drink? I swear if this arm gets broken, Christian would be dead by now," Naomi turned to her partner.
"Sure, anything, I'll be right back, guys," Jeff said into the locker room.
"Aw! The two lovebirds are together!" Christian teased. That got him a punch with the left arm, courtesy of Naomi.
"Whatcha wanna drink?" Jeff asked, standing in front of the vending machine.
"Pepsi," she said without looking at the machine.
"Right, here ya go," Jeff pressed the cold can against her cheek, making her yell out with surprise.
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy!!" Naomi rubbed her cheek, scowling.
"Sorry! But you needed that anyway. Do you wanna come back to my house or something?" Jeff asked, his hands in his pockets. Naomi sipped her Pepsi.
"That depends on the reason I'm there," she said wryly.
"Alex told me you have a nice terrier back at home and that you love dogs," Jeff said.
"I love puppies more than dogs. That also depends on what kind of dog you have. If it's a Doberman, forget it," Naomi said matter-of-factly.
"He isn't. His name is Liger. And he's some kind of a cross between a bulldog and a watchdog. He's very loveable," Jeff shook his head.
"That's good, I guess. Maybe I'll come but Alex has to know about it. I don't what the whole of North Carolina to hear him yell at me for being late," Naomi shrugged.
"You have got a curfew?" Jeff asked going wide-eyed.
"He's a big brother. What do you expect from pain-in-the-ass brothers? My curfew is 1 am though," Naomi shrugged as if it was her natural thing.
"I'd think that Liger would love you. He's really loveable," Jeff tried to assure her.
"Damn right he would. Let's just hope I'm not really that un-loveable," she mumbled.
"You? Un-loveable? Nami, you're saying this even though you don't know how many guys are chasing after you!?" Jeff exclaimed, sliding an arm around her shoulders.
"Ok, like how many?" Naomi challenged a twinkle in her eye.
"I don't know, what do you think?" Jeff looked at her, smiling cockily, and kissed her forehead as they walked back to the guys' locker room.
"Jeff! Did you enjoy your walk with your little girlfriend?" Chris hollered as the couple entered the room.
"Oh shut up, Irvine. If I didn't know better, you'd want Trish too!" Naomi lashed out viciously. Chris immediately went silent and turned a remarkably brilliant shade of pink.
"So Jeff, what do you want to do now? Any match you still have?" Naomi asked, disposing the empty can into a nearby bin.
"I don't know. Maybe you could come over to see Liger now," Jeff suggested.
"Yeah, okay, I guess I could kill some time now. Wait here while I get my bag," Naomi said and ran off. On her way to the Divas locker room, she passed by Steven Richards who stopped her for a chat.
"Hey Nami, do you think we can get to know each other sometime?" Steven asked. Naomi shrugged.
"Why not? But I'm going over to Jeff's. I'll give you my number, both cell and home. If you call my house and there's this annoying voice that answers, tell him you're my friend and leave a message," Naomi gave him a slip of paper and wrote her numbers down.
"Who would that annoying voice be?" Steven asked curiously.
"My big bro, Alex. Don't be surprised if you hear a girl's voice. They're probably making out. Later," Naomi winked and ran to the locker room. She stopped outside the door when she heard two voices talking. They belonged to Trish and Amy.
"Look Trish, I am telling you, Jeff does have the hots for her! I mean, look at him! He's so smitten, he couldn't walk with two feet if she walked past," Amy was saying.
"But he did walk! Besides, I think it's the other way around. I think SHE likes Jeff!" Trish fired back. Naomi took a deep breath and burst into the room, acting as if she'd just arrived.
"Hey girls!" she said cheerfully, walking towards her locker.
"Nami, did you happen to be eavesdropping?" Amy asked, frowning.
"No! Why do you ask? Were you two talking about something that I should know?" Naomi asked, slamming her locker shut, and hoisting her duffel bag over her shoulder.
"No! We were just asking," Amy said, plastering on a huge smile.
"Okay! Well, I'm going to Jeff's house. He's dying to let me see Liger. I'll see you girls around," Naomi waved discreetly. But the conversation between Amy and Trish was poking her. What could the two be talking about?
"Ready to go?" Jeff asked Naomi. The brunette didn't answer, which was surprising, since she was very hyper all the time.
"Um, yeah, sure!" she suddenly snapped back to reality.
"Nami, what were you thinking about just now?" Jeff asked quietly.
"Huh? Well, I heard Amy and Trish talking about this girl who likes you. Well, Amy was saying that you like this girl but Trish said it was the girl who liked you. And I was wondering who is the girl?" Naomi blurted out. Jeff was shocked. But he composed himself enough to answer.
"It's a girl you know, Nami. She was a good friend to me. I've got mixed feelings about her that's all. You understand, don't you?" Jeff asked worriedly. Naomi laughed.
"You don't understand! I want her name!" she chuckled. Jeff gulped. This was the worst.
"You wouldn't be too shocked if I said it was you?" Jeff asked, entering the driveway of his own home. Silence fell over the car. Jeff chewed his bottom lip, hoping that it had not shocked the girl beside him.
"I was kinda hoping you'd say that," she finally raised her face to look at him, smiling.
"Y-you were!?" Jeff stammered. The girl's smile just got wider. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.
"I was, now, let's take a look at your dog!" Naomi got out of the car, not really letting previous events disturb her. Jeff stared at her.
"H-he's at the back," Jeff stuttered.
"Ok then," she said and walked around to the backyard. Jeff heard Naomi calling out for Liger.
"Hey Jeff, pretty nice dog you got here. Didn't know it could be so pretty damn loving," Naomi walked out to the front, carrying Liger in her arms.
"He missed me. Awww. c'mere, boy," Jeff said, kneeling down. Naomi let Liger loose and watched the two as they bonded.
"Oh yeah, did I tell you that I set up a date with Steven Richards?" Naomi asked casually.
"You what!?" Jeff exclaimed, standing up and looking eye to eye, at her.
"You heard me. But that doesn't mean you don't have a special place in my heart. Can you send me home now?" Naomi asked, standing next to the car.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeff demanded.
"It means I Love You," she winked and got into the car.
A/N: And that was finished! Finally! Ok, I hope this didn't suck because if it did, flame me for all I care. Forgive my mistakes. I never watched wrestling much since I'm having exams. So. Okay? And don't forget to REVIEW!
"I hereby swear that I would NEVER fight or train with Jason Reso ever, AGAIN!" Naomi complained loudly, wincing as she moved her arms.
"Did he do the Unprettier on you?" Nora asked, opening her locker. Naomi grunted to show her yes.
"Damn bastard even went for the Spears. He said I needed more training. And I'm a freaking WOMAN for God's sake! Edge probably does it better," Naomi moved her arms gingerly.
"Oh ho, Nami? You like Edge?" Stacy asked, sauntering into the room.
"Heck no! I don't even know him that deep! I mean he or Rob does it better than Christian! That guy treats me like a fucking punching bag or something!! Dammit! OW!!!" Naomi had tried to wave her arms but they hurt her even more.
"Don't worry, you'll recover. I heard Christian isn't too bad, judging by his looks," Nora tried to reassure her.
"His looks or the body?" Naomi muttered from the corner of her mouth.
"I give up! I'm going to the guys' locker room!" Naomi wailed with despair and left.
"And his body was what I'm judging on!" Nora called before Naomi closed the door.
"I knew you'd say that! He's already married!" Naomi retaliated hotly. Nora fell silent and Naomi closed the door, satisfied that she'd beaten Nora. She walked to the guys' locker room. It was noisy as heard from the outside. The question was what was happening inside? Curious, she opened the door. Loud Pearl Jam music was blasting off the stereo on the bench. And Jeff was rocking and dancing to it. Naomi laughed.
"You guys can be damn funny when you want to!" she giggled. Jeff suddenly looked at the door and smiled, turning down the stereo's volume.
"Nami! How're your arms feeling?" Jeff asked, walking over to hug her.
"Like being in a crazy circus, thank you for asking," Naomi answered sarcastically.
"Hey! I wasn't too hard!" Christian yelled somewhere from the back.
"Would you like it if I tackled you four times with the Arrowhead or use the UNPRETTIER on you?" Naomi yelled back.
"Chill guys! I don't want our locker room to turn into some kind of yelling spree," Rob said.
"Whatever, Jeff, do you think you could help me get my drink? I swear if this arm gets broken, Christian would be dead by now," Naomi turned to her partner.
"Sure, anything, I'll be right back, guys," Jeff said into the locker room.
"Aw! The two lovebirds are together!" Christian teased. That got him a punch with the left arm, courtesy of Naomi.
"Whatcha wanna drink?" Jeff asked, standing in front of the vending machine.
"Pepsi," she said without looking at the machine.
"Right, here ya go," Jeff pressed the cold can against her cheek, making her yell out with surprise.
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy!!" Naomi rubbed her cheek, scowling.
"Sorry! But you needed that anyway. Do you wanna come back to my house or something?" Jeff asked, his hands in his pockets. Naomi sipped her Pepsi.
"That depends on the reason I'm there," she said wryly.
"Alex told me you have a nice terrier back at home and that you love dogs," Jeff said.
"I love puppies more than dogs. That also depends on what kind of dog you have. If it's a Doberman, forget it," Naomi said matter-of-factly.
"He isn't. His name is Liger. And he's some kind of a cross between a bulldog and a watchdog. He's very loveable," Jeff shook his head.
"That's good, I guess. Maybe I'll come but Alex has to know about it. I don't what the whole of North Carolina to hear him yell at me for being late," Naomi shrugged.
"You have got a curfew?" Jeff asked going wide-eyed.
"He's a big brother. What do you expect from pain-in-the-ass brothers? My curfew is 1 am though," Naomi shrugged as if it was her natural thing.
"I'd think that Liger would love you. He's really loveable," Jeff tried to assure her.
"Damn right he would. Let's just hope I'm not really that un-loveable," she mumbled.
"You? Un-loveable? Nami, you're saying this even though you don't know how many guys are chasing after you!?" Jeff exclaimed, sliding an arm around her shoulders.
"Ok, like how many?" Naomi challenged a twinkle in her eye.
"I don't know, what do you think?" Jeff looked at her, smiling cockily, and kissed her forehead as they walked back to the guys' locker room.
"Jeff! Did you enjoy your walk with your little girlfriend?" Chris hollered as the couple entered the room.
"Oh shut up, Irvine. If I didn't know better, you'd want Trish too!" Naomi lashed out viciously. Chris immediately went silent and turned a remarkably brilliant shade of pink.
"So Jeff, what do you want to do now? Any match you still have?" Naomi asked, disposing the empty can into a nearby bin.
"I don't know. Maybe you could come over to see Liger now," Jeff suggested.
"Yeah, okay, I guess I could kill some time now. Wait here while I get my bag," Naomi said and ran off. On her way to the Divas locker room, she passed by Steven Richards who stopped her for a chat.
"Hey Nami, do you think we can get to know each other sometime?" Steven asked. Naomi shrugged.
"Why not? But I'm going over to Jeff's. I'll give you my number, both cell and home. If you call my house and there's this annoying voice that answers, tell him you're my friend and leave a message," Naomi gave him a slip of paper and wrote her numbers down.
"Who would that annoying voice be?" Steven asked curiously.
"My big bro, Alex. Don't be surprised if you hear a girl's voice. They're probably making out. Later," Naomi winked and ran to the locker room. She stopped outside the door when she heard two voices talking. They belonged to Trish and Amy.
"Look Trish, I am telling you, Jeff does have the hots for her! I mean, look at him! He's so smitten, he couldn't walk with two feet if she walked past," Amy was saying.
"But he did walk! Besides, I think it's the other way around. I think SHE likes Jeff!" Trish fired back. Naomi took a deep breath and burst into the room, acting as if she'd just arrived.
"Hey girls!" she said cheerfully, walking towards her locker.
"Nami, did you happen to be eavesdropping?" Amy asked, frowning.
"No! Why do you ask? Were you two talking about something that I should know?" Naomi asked, slamming her locker shut, and hoisting her duffel bag over her shoulder.
"No! We were just asking," Amy said, plastering on a huge smile.
"Okay! Well, I'm going to Jeff's house. He's dying to let me see Liger. I'll see you girls around," Naomi waved discreetly. But the conversation between Amy and Trish was poking her. What could the two be talking about?
"Ready to go?" Jeff asked Naomi. The brunette didn't answer, which was surprising, since she was very hyper all the time.
"Um, yeah, sure!" she suddenly snapped back to reality.
"Nami, what were you thinking about just now?" Jeff asked quietly.
"Huh? Well, I heard Amy and Trish talking about this girl who likes you. Well, Amy was saying that you like this girl but Trish said it was the girl who liked you. And I was wondering who is the girl?" Naomi blurted out. Jeff was shocked. But he composed himself enough to answer.
"It's a girl you know, Nami. She was a good friend to me. I've got mixed feelings about her that's all. You understand, don't you?" Jeff asked worriedly. Naomi laughed.
"You don't understand! I want her name!" she chuckled. Jeff gulped. This was the worst.
"You wouldn't be too shocked if I said it was you?" Jeff asked, entering the driveway of his own home. Silence fell over the car. Jeff chewed his bottom lip, hoping that it had not shocked the girl beside him.
"I was kinda hoping you'd say that," she finally raised her face to look at him, smiling.
"Y-you were!?" Jeff stammered. The girl's smile just got wider. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.
"I was, now, let's take a look at your dog!" Naomi got out of the car, not really letting previous events disturb her. Jeff stared at her.
"H-he's at the back," Jeff stuttered.
"Ok then," she said and walked around to the backyard. Jeff heard Naomi calling out for Liger.
"Hey Jeff, pretty nice dog you got here. Didn't know it could be so pretty damn loving," Naomi walked out to the front, carrying Liger in her arms.
"He missed me. Awww. c'mere, boy," Jeff said, kneeling down. Naomi let Liger loose and watched the two as they bonded.
"Oh yeah, did I tell you that I set up a date with Steven Richards?" Naomi asked casually.
"You what!?" Jeff exclaimed, standing up and looking eye to eye, at her.
"You heard me. But that doesn't mean you don't have a special place in my heart. Can you send me home now?" Naomi asked, standing next to the car.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeff demanded.
"It means I Love You," she winked and got into the car.
A/N: And that was finished! Finally! Ok, I hope this didn't suck because if it did, flame me for all I care. Forgive my mistakes. I never watched wrestling much since I'm having exams. So. Okay? And don't forget to REVIEW!