Author's Note: I don't own anything except for the character of Skye Alexander and her family and friends. The wrestlers own themselves and Vince McMahon owns the WWE. I don't own any music mentioned in this either. The artists own it and yadi-yada. The cat named Snicklefritz is from 'Big Comfy Couch'. Nickelodeon owns Spongebob! And I don't own anything so I won't make this long. I just need to say that I'm doing this for fun! Yeah, yeah. You've probably heard that speech a million times so, I'll shut up now and proceed with the story. I am SO sorry for the lack of updates. My internet isn't working and right now, I'm at my Dad's house and I think this is the only time I can update. Hey! Guess what?! I got another chapter up! YaY! But yeah, the two week thing might happen for the next chapter or so. I don't know. Well, thanks for the reviews and keep on reviewing! Enjoy!
Jeff Hardy and Skye Alexander had just left the locker rooms. It was lunch time and everybody was starving. Ms. Ivory had worked her class to death, making them run extra laps and then do wrestling drills for the rest of the class. By the end of it, everybody, including the class stars Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas were all sore and bruised. Skye was slowly walking down the hallway, with Jeff in tow. The two were headed towards the cafeteria but, Jeff pulled her aside and led her into an empty classroom. He shut the door behind him and the two walked into the middle of the classroom. Jeff sat on top of a desk as Skye stared at him, not sure of what was going to happen next. "Jeff..?"
"Yes?" He asked, his feet dangling a couple of inches from the ground. His hair was green and metallic blue for the time being, and he had reapplied his body paint into a swirly mess of neon colors. Jeff Hardy had a white wifebeater and black pants on, along with black nail polish. His eyes met with Skye's, and he could tell that she was a bit scared.
"What are we doing here?" She questioned, placing her hands in the front pocket of her white hooded sweatshirt. Along with that, she wore a pair of beige cargo pants and black and white high-top sneakers.
"We need to talk."
"About?"
"Homecoming." He replied, as she bit her lip.
"Homecoming? What about it?" She squeaked, feeling nervous.
"Do you want to go?" Jeff asked her, hopping off the desk and running his hands through her hair. Skye sighed a sigh of relief. She thought the talk would be heavier than just the Homecoming dance.
"Yeah, sure."
"Great. And I love you Skye...maybe, this could be our night? You see, my dad is going out of town for the entire weekend and Matt is spending the night at Shannon's, so maybe you could like, spend the night or something?"
"Are you talking about us..." She trailed off, not able to finish her sentence. She didn't need to. Jeff nodded. "I don't know, Jeff..."
"You love me, don't you?"
"I do."
"Then...?" He questioned, before placing a kiss on her lips. The kiss lasted a couple of seconds before he pulled away and looked her into her hazel eyes.
"I still don't know."
"I love you, Skye." Jeff said to her, holding her face in his hands. Skye's mind was racing, and she knew she had to reply quickly because she could see that Jeff was waiting. Skye Alexander just didn't expect this to come out of her mouth:
"I love you too, Randy."
Author's Note2: Sorry for the shortie! I just wanted to get that part in! Review!!!!
Jeff Hardy and Skye Alexander had just left the locker rooms. It was lunch time and everybody was starving. Ms. Ivory had worked her class to death, making them run extra laps and then do wrestling drills for the rest of the class. By the end of it, everybody, including the class stars Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas were all sore and bruised. Skye was slowly walking down the hallway, with Jeff in tow. The two were headed towards the cafeteria but, Jeff pulled her aside and led her into an empty classroom. He shut the door behind him and the two walked into the middle of the classroom. Jeff sat on top of a desk as Skye stared at him, not sure of what was going to happen next. "Jeff..?"
"Yes?" He asked, his feet dangling a couple of inches from the ground. His hair was green and metallic blue for the time being, and he had reapplied his body paint into a swirly mess of neon colors. Jeff Hardy had a white wifebeater and black pants on, along with black nail polish. His eyes met with Skye's, and he could tell that she was a bit scared.
"What are we doing here?" She questioned, placing her hands in the front pocket of her white hooded sweatshirt. Along with that, she wore a pair of beige cargo pants and black and white high-top sneakers.
"We need to talk."
"About?"
"Homecoming." He replied, as she bit her lip.
"Homecoming? What about it?" She squeaked, feeling nervous.
"Do you want to go?" Jeff asked her, hopping off the desk and running his hands through her hair. Skye sighed a sigh of relief. She thought the talk would be heavier than just the Homecoming dance.
"Yeah, sure."
"Great. And I love you Skye...maybe, this could be our night? You see, my dad is going out of town for the entire weekend and Matt is spending the night at Shannon's, so maybe you could like, spend the night or something?"
"Are you talking about us..." She trailed off, not able to finish her sentence. She didn't need to. Jeff nodded. "I don't know, Jeff..."
"You love me, don't you?"
"I do."
"Then...?" He questioned, before placing a kiss on her lips. The kiss lasted a couple of seconds before he pulled away and looked her into her hazel eyes.
"I still don't know."
"I love you, Skye." Jeff said to her, holding her face in his hands. Skye's mind was racing, and she knew she had to reply quickly because she could see that Jeff was waiting. Skye Alexander just didn't expect this to come out of her mouth:
"I love you too, Randy."
Author's Note2: Sorry for the shortie! I just wanted to get that part in! Review!!!!