Title: Were Broken Now
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative
Summary; When Amy & Matt's relationship is going sour, the secrets kept by the person your closest to may be the biggest betrayal of all.
Pairing: No Freakin Idea at the moment, I'll let you guys decide. Its not Amy/Matt though!
Author's Notes: I found a poem I wrote a long time ago a few weeks ago and I began reading it and brainstorming and decided on this story!
"I can't find it!"
Amy looked up from position in the middle of her living room floor, to the bathroom to her left where Jeff was currently searching for her hair dye kit.
A smile crept over her lips at how impossible Jeff was. He was like a little kid sometimes and it just made her feel a lot less lonely when he was around. He seemed to fill a gap within her. A gap that seemed nobody but he could fill.
It was just the type of thing her dearest friend could do. She was never sad and upset when she was around.
She didn't feel like a worthless piece of shit with Jeff… which is what she felt with Matt. Tears snuck out from the corner of her eyes, cascading down her rosy red cheeks.
"AMY!!" He yelled.
She wiped the tears from her eyes quickly, getting up from the floor. Dusting off the back of her pants, she made her way toward the bathroom.
"Jeff can you do anything yourself?"
There he was, standing in front of the medicine cabinet, a lost and hurt expression on his face. "Well, last I knew you kept It in the medicine cabinet."
"No, last your knew, you kept in the medicine cabinet. I keep mine in the cupboard above the toilet."
Jeff watched her a moment, mouth hanging wide open. Shocked. "Oh."
She laughed a little, walking behind him, as he hopped on the toilet to retrieve the hair dye kit.
"What you doing behind me, your making me nervous." He said, his voice echoed as he searched the cupboard.
"To check out your ass."
Jeff stopped looking and turned to his friend. "Excuse me? Did I say you could look at my ass?"
She laughed a little. "I'M making sure you don't fall ands kill yourself."
"Oh." He said satisfied, then continued to search the medicine cabinet.
She positioned herself at an angle that she stood behind him, to catch him in case he fell.
Jeff only looked intently for the hair dye kit. "I can't see a thing!"
"Go on your tip toes!"
Shrugging, Jeff did as told and got on his tip toes to search the kit. His eyes scanned the blackened area which held things such as old make up and abandoned idea's for hair coloring.
"What's with all the makeup back here?" Jeff asked, asking what his inner thoughts were woundering.
"It was my makeup. I put it away after I broke my neck. I didn't see the point of putting it on."
Jeff turned to look at his friend. "I think you look beautiful with out it anyways." He watched for her reaction to his words, his honest words, but his words none the less. A blush creeped to her cheaks. "Your embaressing me."
"Well it's true." He said firmly this time and returned to the medacine cabinet.
Amy watched as he looked fruitlessly for the hair dye.
Jeff reached and pulled, and out came the kit. He jumped with excitement and shouted "I got it." Unfortunatly, the slippery porcelin of the toilet caused him to well, slip, backwards.
Amy, caught off guard broke his fall. She fell backwards into the bathtub and him on top of him.
Although it seemed like a classic 'Jeff' moment, he had to make it more memoriable, and by doing that, as he feel reached for something to grab on too. And he chose to grab the lever to turned the shower on.
Amy let out a shout as icy water cascaded onto her face. "Jeff! Turn it off!" She yelled.
Jeff tried desperatly to stand, but his eyes were blasted with the cold water and couldn't find the bathtub ledge to grab on to, to help himself up.
After a few moments he wiped his eyes and finally turned the water off. Then got up.
He turned toward his friend Amy, her cloths clung to her body from the icy water. a blush crept to his cheeks as he realised how intetly he was watching now just her, but her, well, clothing.
"Jeff, help me up."
Her friend reached forward, pulling her up and toward him. A little to close to him.
There eyes locked for a moment. Then she pushed past him. "I got to change."
Jeff watched her as she left, then brought his hand violenly to his forhead, slapping it to knock some sense into himself. Checking out your bestfriend was wrong, especially when she was your brother's girl. No matter how much he didn't deserve her.
Jeff changed into an outfit he had left here once a few months ago. They were a little big since he was much more buff when he had been wrestling a few months ago.
He sat comfortably on the couch, realising his plans for dyed hair had been ruined for that night.
His green eyes locked on the television, some old christmas movie was playing. A kid, and a bee bee gun. He recognised the movie but the only scene he couldnt vividly remeber was a kid getting his tongue stuck to a frozen pole.
A few seconds later however, his thoughts were interupted by the shrill ring of a telephone.
"Amy!" Jeff yelled, hoping, maybe in the back of his head maybe she'd come out and pick it up himself. Maybe it was a wrestler checking up on her, and maybe they'd want to know how we was doing. Or Matt who would scold him about causing Amy stress while she was covering from her neck.
Her neck.
It was then he worried, maybe when she fell in the bathtub, she'd hurt herself? Then she'd be out longer and never forgive him for ruining her career.
His thoughts were broken however. "Pick it up!"
Hesitantly, he picked it up. "Hello?"
"Jeff, thank goodness your there. I've been trying to get a hold of you!"
Jeff's heart stopped beating a mile a minute, releaved it was only Shane Helms. He was a wrestler, but he had respected Jeff's descison to leave and never hounded him on it. It was always a good friend and somebody he could count on.
"Yeah, sure what's up?"
"Were the hell has your brother been? I havn't seen him in ages!"
Jeff's face showed a look of confusion and surprise. "What do you meen you havn't seen Matt? He was out with you just the other day. You travel with him constantly. Except for last Monday when he took Amy too visit some of the Raw wrestlers last Monday."
"Jeff dude, I don't know what your talking about, I havn't seen Matt in months. Were is he tonight?"
Jeff's brain froze for a second. "Um..uh.. He's at Michaels."
"Your joking right?"
"No, why?" Jeff asked, now getting confused.
"Because Michael's here with me."
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative
Summary; When Amy & Matt's relationship is going sour, the secrets kept by the person your closest to may be the biggest betrayal of all.
Pairing: No Freakin Idea at the moment, I'll let you guys decide. Its not Amy/Matt though!
Author's Notes: I found a poem I wrote a long time ago a few weeks ago and I began reading it and brainstorming and decided on this story!
"I can't find it!"
Amy looked up from position in the middle of her living room floor, to the bathroom to her left where Jeff was currently searching for her hair dye kit.
A smile crept over her lips at how impossible Jeff was. He was like a little kid sometimes and it just made her feel a lot less lonely when he was around. He seemed to fill a gap within her. A gap that seemed nobody but he could fill.
It was just the type of thing her dearest friend could do. She was never sad and upset when she was around.
She didn't feel like a worthless piece of shit with Jeff… which is what she felt with Matt. Tears snuck out from the corner of her eyes, cascading down her rosy red cheeks.
"AMY!!" He yelled.
She wiped the tears from her eyes quickly, getting up from the floor. Dusting off the back of her pants, she made her way toward the bathroom.
"Jeff can you do anything yourself?"
There he was, standing in front of the medicine cabinet, a lost and hurt expression on his face. "Well, last I knew you kept It in the medicine cabinet."
"No, last your knew, you kept in the medicine cabinet. I keep mine in the cupboard above the toilet."
Jeff watched her a moment, mouth hanging wide open. Shocked. "Oh."
She laughed a little, walking behind him, as he hopped on the toilet to retrieve the hair dye kit.
"What you doing behind me, your making me nervous." He said, his voice echoed as he searched the cupboard.
"To check out your ass."
Jeff stopped looking and turned to his friend. "Excuse me? Did I say you could look at my ass?"
She laughed a little. "I'M making sure you don't fall ands kill yourself."
"Oh." He said satisfied, then continued to search the medicine cabinet.
She positioned herself at an angle that she stood behind him, to catch him in case he fell.
Jeff only looked intently for the hair dye kit. "I can't see a thing!"
"Go on your tip toes!"
Shrugging, Jeff did as told and got on his tip toes to search the kit. His eyes scanned the blackened area which held things such as old make up and abandoned idea's for hair coloring.
"What's with all the makeup back here?" Jeff asked, asking what his inner thoughts were woundering.
"It was my makeup. I put it away after I broke my neck. I didn't see the point of putting it on."
Jeff turned to look at his friend. "I think you look beautiful with out it anyways." He watched for her reaction to his words, his honest words, but his words none the less. A blush creeped to her cheaks. "Your embaressing me."
"Well it's true." He said firmly this time and returned to the medacine cabinet.
Amy watched as he looked fruitlessly for the hair dye.
Jeff reached and pulled, and out came the kit. He jumped with excitement and shouted "I got it." Unfortunatly, the slippery porcelin of the toilet caused him to well, slip, backwards.
Amy, caught off guard broke his fall. She fell backwards into the bathtub and him on top of him.
Although it seemed like a classic 'Jeff' moment, he had to make it more memoriable, and by doing that, as he feel reached for something to grab on too. And he chose to grab the lever to turned the shower on.
Amy let out a shout as icy water cascaded onto her face. "Jeff! Turn it off!" She yelled.
Jeff tried desperatly to stand, but his eyes were blasted with the cold water and couldn't find the bathtub ledge to grab on to, to help himself up.
After a few moments he wiped his eyes and finally turned the water off. Then got up.
He turned toward his friend Amy, her cloths clung to her body from the icy water. a blush crept to his cheeks as he realised how intetly he was watching now just her, but her, well, clothing.
"Jeff, help me up."
Her friend reached forward, pulling her up and toward him. A little to close to him.
There eyes locked for a moment. Then she pushed past him. "I got to change."
Jeff watched her as she left, then brought his hand violenly to his forhead, slapping it to knock some sense into himself. Checking out your bestfriend was wrong, especially when she was your brother's girl. No matter how much he didn't deserve her.
Jeff changed into an outfit he had left here once a few months ago. They were a little big since he was much more buff when he had been wrestling a few months ago.
He sat comfortably on the couch, realising his plans for dyed hair had been ruined for that night.
His green eyes locked on the television, some old christmas movie was playing. A kid, and a bee bee gun. He recognised the movie but the only scene he couldnt vividly remeber was a kid getting his tongue stuck to a frozen pole.
A few seconds later however, his thoughts were interupted by the shrill ring of a telephone.
"Amy!" Jeff yelled, hoping, maybe in the back of his head maybe she'd come out and pick it up himself. Maybe it was a wrestler checking up on her, and maybe they'd want to know how we was doing. Or Matt who would scold him about causing Amy stress while she was covering from her neck.
Her neck.
It was then he worried, maybe when she fell in the bathtub, she'd hurt herself? Then she'd be out longer and never forgive him for ruining her career.
His thoughts were broken however. "Pick it up!"
Hesitantly, he picked it up. "Hello?"
"Jeff, thank goodness your there. I've been trying to get a hold of you!"
Jeff's heart stopped beating a mile a minute, releaved it was only Shane Helms. He was a wrestler, but he had respected Jeff's descison to leave and never hounded him on it. It was always a good friend and somebody he could count on.
"Yeah, sure what's up?"
"Were the hell has your brother been? I havn't seen him in ages!"
Jeff's face showed a look of confusion and surprise. "What do you meen you havn't seen Matt? He was out with you just the other day. You travel with him constantly. Except for last Monday when he took Amy too visit some of the Raw wrestlers last Monday."
"Jeff dude, I don't know what your talking about, I havn't seen Matt in months. Were is he tonight?"
Jeff's brain froze for a second. "Um..uh.. He's at Michaels."
"Your joking right?"
"No, why?" Jeff asked, now getting confused.
"Because Michael's here with me."