Shane was still stupefied. He couldn't believe on afternoon at his friends
house could cause so many problems!
"So, urm.what am I missing here?" Shane asked innocently. Matt slapped his forehead angrily and went back to muttering. Amy rolled her eyes and said gently "Shane, you are missing a lot."
She suddenly thought about her statement when Matt yelled angrily "You missed that JEFF my SLUT of a brother has a BABY and did not TELL me about it! Shannon has RUN off with him to CONSOLE him no doubt and THAT IS WHAT'S UP!"
Shane was shaking by now and Matt had a satisfied smirk across his face, while inside, he really felt sick. He didn't want to be the bad guy, but he couldn't help but feel so angry. The anger was swallowing him alive, he had to get it out.
This time he blocked what would have been a hard right from Amy, and grabbed her arm. She looked stunned for a second, as if expecting him to hit her down and walk away, but he only dropped her arm and stalked outside again.
Shane looked horrified and Amy said quickly "Ignore him" while throwing a watchful glance over her shoulder to register Matt's whereabouts incase he was needed. "What's UP him?" Shane asked, the mortified look seeping away through his pores as his usually laid back expression checked in.
"I. to be honest.I don't know" She said rather shortly, annoyed that she didn't have a scientific sounding explanation on the ways of men. But then again, what woman did?
Wishing she had questioned Matt before letting him make his subtle escape she sighed wearily. "Men" Amy said shortly. "Yeah, Men!' Shane said, then quickly noticing his mistake cried, HEY!" Amy laughed at that, and decided to go up the hall to check on the baby, while Shane absentmindedly pondered his manhood.
Amy silently made her way up the hallway silently as she could. She wished she could figure this all out. She couldn't help but almost feel angry with Jeff.
"Trish Stratus' she grumbled, of ALL the women he could have chosen it had to be TRISH!" Suddenly, it dawned on her, that she didn't know why Jeff had chosen Trish, or had the baby, or not told Matt, or run off. "Men" was the only suitable solution she could find as she entered the room.
It was Jeff's room, Bright colors and imaginative objects seemed to light up the room even in the dark. Everything Jeff owned had to have his own personal touch or "modification" as he sometimes referred to it as.
This room was more placid compare to the others though. It had lots of Jeff paintings and sketches on the walls and even one of Jeff's aluminomics on his desk.
She peered over at the sleeping infant and sighed. She was adorable. The baby hardly moved and Amy suddenly felt that if she breathed the baby would wake up suddenly screaming. She ignored the consideration and the baby woke up, her large eyes scanning the room for someone familiar.
Then it stuck Amy. This was Jeff's child if only in one way. Those eyes! They Jeff's, green, like a living acid. Jeff had always been noticed for his green eyes, and this baby had the same searching, smiling eyes.
'Make that two things" Amy said as the eyes laid on her. The babies smile. It was the same laid back, carefree style as Jeff's. "Maybe she is more like Jeff than I thought" Amy whispered quietly with a smile as her motherly instinct took over and she cradled the baby softly. It cuddled warmly into her chest sending a hot flush over Amy's face as the baby gripped her sweater. With a loving smile, she petted the baby's head until she feel soundly asleep.
She sighed wistfully. She secretly dreamed of having a family with Matt one day, but right now wrestling held their relationship firmly in place, there had been no going back, and more importantly, no going forward.
Matt was so occupied with Jeff lately and Amy did love helping when it came to Jeff, but she yearned for something more. She loved Matt and wanted their relationship to step up to the level. She sighed wistfully, her red hair looping to on side of her shoulder. Sometimes she wished Matt could be a little less uptight. "He should take a hint off Jeff when it comes to being carefree"
Amy smiled. She loved both brother's for who they where. Matt, the perfectionist, who was forever worrying about others and always helping others, the leader, the shoulder to cry on, the rock of the group. Then there was Jeff, the comedian, the crazy colorful daredevil, always getting himself into trouble (which Matt normally bailed him out of) the imaginer in a world of his own. If they had been any less or more different, Amy didn't think that she could handle it, but the contrast made it work. Somehow.
"Well it's not working now" She sighed, absentmindedly twirling a thin strand of coppery hair. There were so many questions that needed answering, and Jeff wouldn't comply. "This is all so confusing" Amy thought and smiled as the baby girl opened her large green eyes, smiling all the while. Amy smiled back, the thought of looking after a baby a key factor in her thoughts.
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Shannon took a deep breath. In. "How am I gonna get them out and get Jeff IN?" Out.
Jeff was laying back casually on the grass, his green eyes trained on Shannon, waiting for a plan. Shannon shivered as a cold wind swept up suddenly, un-nerving the dandelions and the thistles as the sun began to set. When Shannon looked, the gust hadn't affected Jeff in the slightest, or his deep green eyes, searching patiently.
"Urm." Those eyes. Shannon felt them passing over him, searching him with their own silent interrogation. "Ur." Jeff was patient, his eyes turning suddenly from Shannon to a noise, his body tensing up visibly as he sat stiffly upright, letting out a muffled groan from the hot pain in his stomach beginning to take form again.
Shannon leapt up quickly, his eyes searching around the area. "The noise is coming from the house!" Shannon wailed. "Sssh!" Jeff instructed, trying his hardest to find the source or direction of the sound. Shannon froze, not daring to breath incase it disturbed his surroundings.
A frown marred Jeff's face. "It's gone" He said, his voice slightly edgy. Shannon breathed a sigh. He relaxed slightly, but noticed Jeff had not. His face was set deep in concentration, trying to pin point the sound. He shut his eyes and tried to focus his mind on the sound, trying to pick it up again. Shannon fidgeted uncomfortably. Was Jeff making this out to be worse than it was?
It was suddenly getting darker, the stars where starting to pop up in the sky. Jeff's eyes suddenly mesmerized Shannon once again. They where so mystical and showed everything about him but hid things from everyone at the same time. The stars reflected off them perfectly, so Shannon could see the white lights in Jeff's eyes. The sun had set, Shannon had no idea of what time it was or of how long they had been sitting there, but he guessed it must have been a few hours at the least.
Jeff suddenly stiffened, his whole body rigid upright. "I heard something" was all Jeff murmured. Shannon gulped. He wished he where inside Jeff's house, laughing and joking while they all sat beside the heath, he wished none of this had happened. To Matt. To Jeff. To him.
"I don't like this" Jeff murmured, his eyes darting around the thickets and the field. It was open, with little shrubbery, and anyone or anything would be seen, there was no cover or form of camouflage Jeff reassured himself this, even though he could feel his heart beating hard in his chest.
No fear mentality, No fear mentality. Jeff started rhythmically repeating this to himself, fighting hard to keep his breathing and heart at a regular pace. A shooting pain in his stomach left him gasping for air as he tried to recollect himself quickly, for a second almost grateful for the dark shield.
"Jeff?" Shannon had picked up the sharp noise of desperate intake for breath from his best friend. He was becoming worried now.
It all happened so fast, like a lightning clap. Before Shannon could say another word, he felt an arm hook strongly around his neck, almost choking him. "Jeff!" Shannon managed to squeak out as Jeff looked up in alarm, only darkness greeting his eyes. "Too damn dark' Jeff murmured, Shannon?" When there was no reply, Jeff felt a lump rising in his throat.
"Get into the house NOW!" A gruff voice roared. Jeff could tell it was coming from Shannon's direction and stood up as quickly as he could and began walking quickly back towards the house, as Shannon and the mystery person followed, trying his hardest not to scream, cry and run all at the same time.
"So, urm.what am I missing here?" Shane asked innocently. Matt slapped his forehead angrily and went back to muttering. Amy rolled her eyes and said gently "Shane, you are missing a lot."
She suddenly thought about her statement when Matt yelled angrily "You missed that JEFF my SLUT of a brother has a BABY and did not TELL me about it! Shannon has RUN off with him to CONSOLE him no doubt and THAT IS WHAT'S UP!"
Shane was shaking by now and Matt had a satisfied smirk across his face, while inside, he really felt sick. He didn't want to be the bad guy, but he couldn't help but feel so angry. The anger was swallowing him alive, he had to get it out.
This time he blocked what would have been a hard right from Amy, and grabbed her arm. She looked stunned for a second, as if expecting him to hit her down and walk away, but he only dropped her arm and stalked outside again.
Shane looked horrified and Amy said quickly "Ignore him" while throwing a watchful glance over her shoulder to register Matt's whereabouts incase he was needed. "What's UP him?" Shane asked, the mortified look seeping away through his pores as his usually laid back expression checked in.
"I. to be honest.I don't know" She said rather shortly, annoyed that she didn't have a scientific sounding explanation on the ways of men. But then again, what woman did?
Wishing she had questioned Matt before letting him make his subtle escape she sighed wearily. "Men" Amy said shortly. "Yeah, Men!' Shane said, then quickly noticing his mistake cried, HEY!" Amy laughed at that, and decided to go up the hall to check on the baby, while Shane absentmindedly pondered his manhood.
Amy silently made her way up the hallway silently as she could. She wished she could figure this all out. She couldn't help but almost feel angry with Jeff.
"Trish Stratus' she grumbled, of ALL the women he could have chosen it had to be TRISH!" Suddenly, it dawned on her, that she didn't know why Jeff had chosen Trish, or had the baby, or not told Matt, or run off. "Men" was the only suitable solution she could find as she entered the room.
It was Jeff's room, Bright colors and imaginative objects seemed to light up the room even in the dark. Everything Jeff owned had to have his own personal touch or "modification" as he sometimes referred to it as.
This room was more placid compare to the others though. It had lots of Jeff paintings and sketches on the walls and even one of Jeff's aluminomics on his desk.
She peered over at the sleeping infant and sighed. She was adorable. The baby hardly moved and Amy suddenly felt that if she breathed the baby would wake up suddenly screaming. She ignored the consideration and the baby woke up, her large eyes scanning the room for someone familiar.
Then it stuck Amy. This was Jeff's child if only in one way. Those eyes! They Jeff's, green, like a living acid. Jeff had always been noticed for his green eyes, and this baby had the same searching, smiling eyes.
'Make that two things" Amy said as the eyes laid on her. The babies smile. It was the same laid back, carefree style as Jeff's. "Maybe she is more like Jeff than I thought" Amy whispered quietly with a smile as her motherly instinct took over and she cradled the baby softly. It cuddled warmly into her chest sending a hot flush over Amy's face as the baby gripped her sweater. With a loving smile, she petted the baby's head until she feel soundly asleep.
She sighed wistfully. She secretly dreamed of having a family with Matt one day, but right now wrestling held their relationship firmly in place, there had been no going back, and more importantly, no going forward.
Matt was so occupied with Jeff lately and Amy did love helping when it came to Jeff, but she yearned for something more. She loved Matt and wanted their relationship to step up to the level. She sighed wistfully, her red hair looping to on side of her shoulder. Sometimes she wished Matt could be a little less uptight. "He should take a hint off Jeff when it comes to being carefree"
Amy smiled. She loved both brother's for who they where. Matt, the perfectionist, who was forever worrying about others and always helping others, the leader, the shoulder to cry on, the rock of the group. Then there was Jeff, the comedian, the crazy colorful daredevil, always getting himself into trouble (which Matt normally bailed him out of) the imaginer in a world of his own. If they had been any less or more different, Amy didn't think that she could handle it, but the contrast made it work. Somehow.
"Well it's not working now" She sighed, absentmindedly twirling a thin strand of coppery hair. There were so many questions that needed answering, and Jeff wouldn't comply. "This is all so confusing" Amy thought and smiled as the baby girl opened her large green eyes, smiling all the while. Amy smiled back, the thought of looking after a baby a key factor in her thoughts.
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Shannon took a deep breath. In. "How am I gonna get them out and get Jeff IN?" Out.
Jeff was laying back casually on the grass, his green eyes trained on Shannon, waiting for a plan. Shannon shivered as a cold wind swept up suddenly, un-nerving the dandelions and the thistles as the sun began to set. When Shannon looked, the gust hadn't affected Jeff in the slightest, or his deep green eyes, searching patiently.
"Urm." Those eyes. Shannon felt them passing over him, searching him with their own silent interrogation. "Ur." Jeff was patient, his eyes turning suddenly from Shannon to a noise, his body tensing up visibly as he sat stiffly upright, letting out a muffled groan from the hot pain in his stomach beginning to take form again.
Shannon leapt up quickly, his eyes searching around the area. "The noise is coming from the house!" Shannon wailed. "Sssh!" Jeff instructed, trying his hardest to find the source or direction of the sound. Shannon froze, not daring to breath incase it disturbed his surroundings.
A frown marred Jeff's face. "It's gone" He said, his voice slightly edgy. Shannon breathed a sigh. He relaxed slightly, but noticed Jeff had not. His face was set deep in concentration, trying to pin point the sound. He shut his eyes and tried to focus his mind on the sound, trying to pick it up again. Shannon fidgeted uncomfortably. Was Jeff making this out to be worse than it was?
It was suddenly getting darker, the stars where starting to pop up in the sky. Jeff's eyes suddenly mesmerized Shannon once again. They where so mystical and showed everything about him but hid things from everyone at the same time. The stars reflected off them perfectly, so Shannon could see the white lights in Jeff's eyes. The sun had set, Shannon had no idea of what time it was or of how long they had been sitting there, but he guessed it must have been a few hours at the least.
Jeff suddenly stiffened, his whole body rigid upright. "I heard something" was all Jeff murmured. Shannon gulped. He wished he where inside Jeff's house, laughing and joking while they all sat beside the heath, he wished none of this had happened. To Matt. To Jeff. To him.
"I don't like this" Jeff murmured, his eyes darting around the thickets and the field. It was open, with little shrubbery, and anyone or anything would be seen, there was no cover or form of camouflage Jeff reassured himself this, even though he could feel his heart beating hard in his chest.
No fear mentality, No fear mentality. Jeff started rhythmically repeating this to himself, fighting hard to keep his breathing and heart at a regular pace. A shooting pain in his stomach left him gasping for air as he tried to recollect himself quickly, for a second almost grateful for the dark shield.
"Jeff?" Shannon had picked up the sharp noise of desperate intake for breath from his best friend. He was becoming worried now.
It all happened so fast, like a lightning clap. Before Shannon could say another word, he felt an arm hook strongly around his neck, almost choking him. "Jeff!" Shannon managed to squeak out as Jeff looked up in alarm, only darkness greeting his eyes. "Too damn dark' Jeff murmured, Shannon?" When there was no reply, Jeff felt a lump rising in his throat.
"Get into the house NOW!" A gruff voice roared. Jeff could tell it was coming from Shannon's direction and stood up as quickly as he could and began walking quickly back towards the house, as Shannon and the mystery person followed, trying his hardest not to scream, cry and run all at the same time.