Livin' on the Edge
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
Jericho sat on the steps of the restaurant, glancing one way then the next looking for any signs of Jeff's return. God, that boy was stupid sometimes. Not only does he floor the groom but took off with the bride the same day. Chris smiled. Oh yeah, that's definitely like Jeff. He shook his head. He'd have to teach him a lesson in subtlety. Although Chris wasn't too sure he was the best person for that lecture.
He stood at the sound of a roaring engine. It had to be Jeff. And a minute later, the younger Hardy drove up to the stairs, parking his bike right there. Chris put his hands on his hips as Jeff swung his leg over, reaching out a hand to help the redhead off as well. Lita stepped ahead of Jeff and walked past Jericho, a slight smile on her face. As Jeff approached, the blonde Canadian put a hand on the Hardy's chest and turned him around. He wrapped an arm around Jeff's shoulders and started walking down the stairs. "I think we need to have a little talk about 'timing'."
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A collective gasp rang through the room as Lita entered; her guest all staring at her newly designed wedding gown. "Lita!" her husband called.
Lita rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what was coming. Christian stood in front of her, way to close for anyone's comfort. "What in the holy Hell was that? You just get up and leave? This is our wedding day. Ours. And you just pick up and."
She placed a hand over his mouth, glancing behind her husband to see Edge and Matt staring at her as well. "Just relax. It's no big deal. I'm here aren't I?"
Christian looked back to his brother, a confused look on both men's faces. "You're calm. Why are you so calm? He."
"was being Jeff." She finished for her husband. "And that's why I love him. I know exactly what he did and we had a little talk and everything is cool." She explained nonchalantly, a concept that really pissed Christian off. "The night's young so let's just party."
Lita grinned and walked away to her mother who had quite the shocked look on her face. Christian turned to look at Matt and Edge, his jaw gaping. Edge grinned as Matt chuckled under his breath. Christian shook his head. "I need a drink."
Edge and Matt burst out laughing, following the blonde man to the bar.
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"Ok." Jericho said, pacing. "Now you see we need to discuss this whole running away with the bride thing."
Jeff smiled, leaning against the body of his bike, his arms crossed over his chest. "What about it?"
Chris shot a confused glance to Jeff as he continued pacing. "It's just not something you can do."
"Why not?" Jeff said, relaxed. "I was going to head for the border with her but I figured it wasn't the wisest of things to do. I brought her back, its no big deal."
Chris stopped pacing and looked right into the Hardy's eyes, not sure if the younger man was joking or serious. Either way, this boy really didn't see the problem. Chris smacked his own forehead then ran his hand down his face, running his fingers around his mouth, stretching out his jaw. "Ok I'll try this a different way. I'm going to use different experiences from your life so you'll understand what I mean."
Chris rolled his shoulders then continued. "Ok. Good Timing: Pointing and laughing at your grandfather because he just told a joke. Bad Timing: Pointing and laughing at your grandfather because the mortician did a horrible make-up job. You follow?"
"Yeah." Jeff answered, a grin stretching across his face as he remembered.
"Alright." Chris said. "Good Timing: Jumping a park bench with your dirt bike while Adam and I are sitting on it and we are COMPLETELY aware of what you're doing. Bad Timing: Jumping the bench at the senior citizens home while three old fogies in their nineties are sitting completely UN-aware of what you are doing. We still good?"
"Yeah"
"Just trust me ok." Jericho said. "I'm just trying to cover all of our possible options. Good Timing: A mugger comes up behind you trying to pick pocket your wallet and you kick him in the junk. Bad Timing: You walk into your house and all of a sudden the lights turn on, people yell surprise and jump in front of you, you freak out then kick your brother in the junk. Still following?"
Jeff scratched his forehead. "I think so."
Chris exhaled. "Ok. Good Timing: You pick up Lita with your jeep on a Friday in January and take her on a road trip to the Rockies for a ski- trip. Bad Timing: ." Chris grabbed the Hardy's shoulders.. "DRIVING OFF ON YOUR MOTORCYCLE WITH LITA ON WHAT HAPPENS TO BE *HER* WEDDING DAY!" He let go, brushing of the front of his tux. "Got me?"
Jeff shook his head, smiling. He stood straight then walked past Chris patting the man on his shoulder. "You really need to calm down. It's not a big deal."
As Jeff walked through the doors, Chris stood alone and dumbfounded. "I don't think he got me."
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Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
Jericho sat on the steps of the restaurant, glancing one way then the next looking for any signs of Jeff's return. God, that boy was stupid sometimes. Not only does he floor the groom but took off with the bride the same day. Chris smiled. Oh yeah, that's definitely like Jeff. He shook his head. He'd have to teach him a lesson in subtlety. Although Chris wasn't too sure he was the best person for that lecture.
He stood at the sound of a roaring engine. It had to be Jeff. And a minute later, the younger Hardy drove up to the stairs, parking his bike right there. Chris put his hands on his hips as Jeff swung his leg over, reaching out a hand to help the redhead off as well. Lita stepped ahead of Jeff and walked past Jericho, a slight smile on her face. As Jeff approached, the blonde Canadian put a hand on the Hardy's chest and turned him around. He wrapped an arm around Jeff's shoulders and started walking down the stairs. "I think we need to have a little talk about 'timing'."
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A collective gasp rang through the room as Lita entered; her guest all staring at her newly designed wedding gown. "Lita!" her husband called.
Lita rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what was coming. Christian stood in front of her, way to close for anyone's comfort. "What in the holy Hell was that? You just get up and leave? This is our wedding day. Ours. And you just pick up and."
She placed a hand over his mouth, glancing behind her husband to see Edge and Matt staring at her as well. "Just relax. It's no big deal. I'm here aren't I?"
Christian looked back to his brother, a confused look on both men's faces. "You're calm. Why are you so calm? He."
"was being Jeff." She finished for her husband. "And that's why I love him. I know exactly what he did and we had a little talk and everything is cool." She explained nonchalantly, a concept that really pissed Christian off. "The night's young so let's just party."
Lita grinned and walked away to her mother who had quite the shocked look on her face. Christian turned to look at Matt and Edge, his jaw gaping. Edge grinned as Matt chuckled under his breath. Christian shook his head. "I need a drink."
Edge and Matt burst out laughing, following the blonde man to the bar.
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"Ok." Jericho said, pacing. "Now you see we need to discuss this whole running away with the bride thing."
Jeff smiled, leaning against the body of his bike, his arms crossed over his chest. "What about it?"
Chris shot a confused glance to Jeff as he continued pacing. "It's just not something you can do."
"Why not?" Jeff said, relaxed. "I was going to head for the border with her but I figured it wasn't the wisest of things to do. I brought her back, its no big deal."
Chris stopped pacing and looked right into the Hardy's eyes, not sure if the younger man was joking or serious. Either way, this boy really didn't see the problem. Chris smacked his own forehead then ran his hand down his face, running his fingers around his mouth, stretching out his jaw. "Ok I'll try this a different way. I'm going to use different experiences from your life so you'll understand what I mean."
Chris rolled his shoulders then continued. "Ok. Good Timing: Pointing and laughing at your grandfather because he just told a joke. Bad Timing: Pointing and laughing at your grandfather because the mortician did a horrible make-up job. You follow?"
"Yeah." Jeff answered, a grin stretching across his face as he remembered.
"Alright." Chris said. "Good Timing: Jumping a park bench with your dirt bike while Adam and I are sitting on it and we are COMPLETELY aware of what you're doing. Bad Timing: Jumping the bench at the senior citizens home while three old fogies in their nineties are sitting completely UN-aware of what you are doing. We still good?"
"Yeah"
"Just trust me ok." Jericho said. "I'm just trying to cover all of our possible options. Good Timing: A mugger comes up behind you trying to pick pocket your wallet and you kick him in the junk. Bad Timing: You walk into your house and all of a sudden the lights turn on, people yell surprise and jump in front of you, you freak out then kick your brother in the junk. Still following?"
Jeff scratched his forehead. "I think so."
Chris exhaled. "Ok. Good Timing: You pick up Lita with your jeep on a Friday in January and take her on a road trip to the Rockies for a ski- trip. Bad Timing: ." Chris grabbed the Hardy's shoulders.. "DRIVING OFF ON YOUR MOTORCYCLE WITH LITA ON WHAT HAPPENS TO BE *HER* WEDDING DAY!" He let go, brushing of the front of his tux. "Got me?"
Jeff shook his head, smiling. He stood straight then walked past Chris patting the man on his shoulder. "You really need to calm down. It's not a big deal."
As Jeff walked through the doors, Chris stood alone and dumbfounded. "I don't think he got me."
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