"Hey Sam!" Mark called to me from the main room in the hotel room we were
shearing. "Are you coming to the club tonight or what?"
"Erm ." I quickly tried to think if there was anything else I could do tonight to get out of going but I realised there wasn't. "Yeh, I might as well," I called back.
"Ok then. Hurry up and get ready! We're leaving in half an hour!" Mark responded.
After taking a quick shower I rummaged about in my suitcase of clothes. I could never be bothered to unpack, as the WWE would move within a couple of days. Eventually I pulled out a silver halter neck top, a pair of blue jean flairs and a silver belt. Once I had got dressed I applied my make-up and pulled my long blonde hair up into a bun trying to make sure the blue streaks still showed through.
"Sam! You've got five minutes!" Mark warned me as I hunted around my hotel bedroom for my pair of high heeled, black leather boots. Eventually I found them and pulled them on, as there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, you ready?" I heard Glenn ask.
"Sam, you ready yet?" Mark asked me as he led Glenn into the room where I was zipping up the zip on the last of my boots.
"Yeh," I replied standing up. "What do ya think?" I asked as I grabbed my black leather jacket off the back of the couch.
"You look really nice," Glenn complimented as Mark shot him a look of horror.
I smiled at Glenn and then waited for my brother's reaction. I knew what was coming.
"You are not going out looking like that!" Mark said turning all daddy.
"Why not?" I asked, sighing.
"You look like some sort of hooker!" Mark exclaimed.
I laughed as Mark shot me another look of disapprove. "I don't look like a hooker!" I defended. I hated it when Mark did this, especially in front of Glenn. He made me look like a little kid. "Are we going?" I asked, walking up to Glenn.
"Yeah, come on," Glenn said. He was wearing some black jeans and a black shirt with flames at the bottom, I think the shirt looked really cool. His curly, long brown hair was tied up in a low ponytail.
"I think you should die you're hair back to blonde," I commented as I observed his hair.
"Hmm . it wouldn't fit with Kane though," he replied.
Mark sighed and walked towards us. I walked out of the golden painted hotel door as Glenn and Mark followed.
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As we pulled up in the club car park I could hear the music blaring from inside. I didn't really like clubs and both Mark and Glenn knew this.
"Come on," Glenn said, extending his hand for me to take. "It'll be ok, loads of the other wrestlers will be in there."
He was right, as I entered the door I could see lots of faces that Mark and Glenn had pointed out to me and that I'd seen on the T.V. Glenn led me over to some as I continued to hold on to his hand. Mark spotted Steve and his wife Debra, he joined them at their table that was away from all the other Superstars.
I noticed Matt, Jeff and Amy with Adam and Jay sitting at a table in the far corner. Glenn noticed me looking at them.
"Go and sit with them," he encouraged.
"I can't," I told him. "Mark won't like it."
Glenn sighed. "I know I'm his friend and all that but don't worry about him. It's up to you who you want to be friends with."
I nodded. I knew he was right.
"Anyway, it doesn't look like you need to go over to them," he said, grinning.
I looked over his large shoulder to see Jeff walking towards us. I fiddled with the bottom of my halter neck nervously.
"Go and have a good time and don't worry about Mark, I'll handle him," he said smiling. He walked of towards a group of wrestlers including Paul (Triple H).
"Hey," Jeff greeted as he reached me.
"Oh, hi Jeff," I said, smiling at him.
"Do you wanna sit with us?" he asked, looking over to the table he had come from. "You look a bit nervous," he observed.
"Oh, I don't like clubs too much. They freak me out a bit," I explained sheepishly. Normally people laugh at me when I tell them I don't like clubs. They think it's weird.
Much to my amazement Jeff didn't laugh, instead he smiled at me. "It's ok, come sit with us, you'll be ok. They're not as scary as they look," he said, looking over to the table where Matt, Jay and Amy were engaged in conversation and Adam had his eyes' trained on a blonde girl who was dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Adam suddenly took his eyes of the girl and looked at Jeff and me and wolf whistled. "Just ignore him, he can be a right prat."
I nodded.
"Come on, they don't bite . well not hard anyway," he said laughing. He took me by my hand and led me over to the table.
"Hey Sam," Amy greeted as I walked over.
"Hi," Matt said, smiling at me.
"Hi," I said smiling at both of them.
"Sam this is Adam Copeland and Jay Resso. Adam, Jay this is Sam," Jeff introduced us.
"So this is Sam?" Adam asked playfully. He smirked at Jeff. "Hi, we've heard a lot about you," he told me.
"Yea, you're all Jeffy-boy seems to talk about," Jay joked.
Jeff through them an annoyed look as if to tell them to shut up.
"Hey girl, sit down," Amy called to me.
I walked over to where Matt and Amy were and sat down next to them. Jeff followed me and sat down next to me.
"Someone's got it bad," Jay joked.
"Ignore him," Jeff told me, throwing Jay a daggers look.
"Erm ." I quickly tried to think if there was anything else I could do tonight to get out of going but I realised there wasn't. "Yeh, I might as well," I called back.
"Ok then. Hurry up and get ready! We're leaving in half an hour!" Mark responded.
After taking a quick shower I rummaged about in my suitcase of clothes. I could never be bothered to unpack, as the WWE would move within a couple of days. Eventually I pulled out a silver halter neck top, a pair of blue jean flairs and a silver belt. Once I had got dressed I applied my make-up and pulled my long blonde hair up into a bun trying to make sure the blue streaks still showed through.
"Sam! You've got five minutes!" Mark warned me as I hunted around my hotel bedroom for my pair of high heeled, black leather boots. Eventually I found them and pulled them on, as there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, you ready?" I heard Glenn ask.
"Sam, you ready yet?" Mark asked me as he led Glenn into the room where I was zipping up the zip on the last of my boots.
"Yeh," I replied standing up. "What do ya think?" I asked as I grabbed my black leather jacket off the back of the couch.
"You look really nice," Glenn complimented as Mark shot him a look of horror.
I smiled at Glenn and then waited for my brother's reaction. I knew what was coming.
"You are not going out looking like that!" Mark said turning all daddy.
"Why not?" I asked, sighing.
"You look like some sort of hooker!" Mark exclaimed.
I laughed as Mark shot me another look of disapprove. "I don't look like a hooker!" I defended. I hated it when Mark did this, especially in front of Glenn. He made me look like a little kid. "Are we going?" I asked, walking up to Glenn.
"Yeah, come on," Glenn said. He was wearing some black jeans and a black shirt with flames at the bottom, I think the shirt looked really cool. His curly, long brown hair was tied up in a low ponytail.
"I think you should die you're hair back to blonde," I commented as I observed his hair.
"Hmm . it wouldn't fit with Kane though," he replied.
Mark sighed and walked towards us. I walked out of the golden painted hotel door as Glenn and Mark followed.
.::::.
As we pulled up in the club car park I could hear the music blaring from inside. I didn't really like clubs and both Mark and Glenn knew this.
"Come on," Glenn said, extending his hand for me to take. "It'll be ok, loads of the other wrestlers will be in there."
He was right, as I entered the door I could see lots of faces that Mark and Glenn had pointed out to me and that I'd seen on the T.V. Glenn led me over to some as I continued to hold on to his hand. Mark spotted Steve and his wife Debra, he joined them at their table that was away from all the other Superstars.
I noticed Matt, Jeff and Amy with Adam and Jay sitting at a table in the far corner. Glenn noticed me looking at them.
"Go and sit with them," he encouraged.
"I can't," I told him. "Mark won't like it."
Glenn sighed. "I know I'm his friend and all that but don't worry about him. It's up to you who you want to be friends with."
I nodded. I knew he was right.
"Anyway, it doesn't look like you need to go over to them," he said, grinning.
I looked over his large shoulder to see Jeff walking towards us. I fiddled with the bottom of my halter neck nervously.
"Go and have a good time and don't worry about Mark, I'll handle him," he said smiling. He walked of towards a group of wrestlers including Paul (Triple H).
"Hey," Jeff greeted as he reached me.
"Oh, hi Jeff," I said, smiling at him.
"Do you wanna sit with us?" he asked, looking over to the table he had come from. "You look a bit nervous," he observed.
"Oh, I don't like clubs too much. They freak me out a bit," I explained sheepishly. Normally people laugh at me when I tell them I don't like clubs. They think it's weird.
Much to my amazement Jeff didn't laugh, instead he smiled at me. "It's ok, come sit with us, you'll be ok. They're not as scary as they look," he said, looking over to the table where Matt, Jay and Amy were engaged in conversation and Adam had his eyes' trained on a blonde girl who was dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Adam suddenly took his eyes of the girl and looked at Jeff and me and wolf whistled. "Just ignore him, he can be a right prat."
I nodded.
"Come on, they don't bite . well not hard anyway," he said laughing. He took me by my hand and led me over to the table.
"Hey Sam," Amy greeted as I walked over.
"Hi," Matt said, smiling at me.
"Hi," I said smiling at both of them.
"Sam this is Adam Copeland and Jay Resso. Adam, Jay this is Sam," Jeff introduced us.
"So this is Sam?" Adam asked playfully. He smirked at Jeff. "Hi, we've heard a lot about you," he told me.
"Yea, you're all Jeffy-boy seems to talk about," Jay joked.
Jeff through them an annoyed look as if to tell them to shut up.
"Hey girl, sit down," Amy called to me.
I walked over to where Matt and Amy were and sat down next to them. Jeff followed me and sat down next to me.
"Someone's got it bad," Jay joked.
"Ignore him," Jeff told me, throwing Jay a daggers look.