Author's Note: To understand this story, you must've read "Notice Me" before reading this. I don't own anything except for the character of Skye Alexander and her family and friends. I also am the creater of Randy Orton's baby sister, Anabelle. 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. *This chapter will be in Jeff Hardy's POV...* I know I haven't updated in awhile, but I've been really busy. And I hate to make this chapter really short, but Jeff doesn't play a big role in this until later. So...I'm sorry, but I'll try to have the next chapter up by Friday. Please review!
I leaned over from my position on the couch, grabbing a hold of the white cord phone we had laying on a black end table in our living room. I placed the phone to my ear, not taking my eyes off of my favorite movie, "American Beauty". "Hello?" I asked. The voice on the other line was very perky. Ditzy.
"Hi, Jeff? It's Torrie Wilson." She said, her voice very high pitched and perky. I wasn't pay much attention and didn't care why she was calling.
"Hey Torrie." I replied, my voice monotone. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.
"Do you, like, think, like, me and Stacy could, like, borrow your car?" Torrie asked. Being the stupid person that I am, I didn't think and replied,
"Yeah, sure. When do you need it?"
"Like...umm...like...tomorrow?" She guessed. I heard some giggling in the background and I knew it was Stacy Keibler. I didn't think anything of it though.
"Sure. I've got to go now. Bye." I told her, hanging up before she could say anything else. I went back to watching my movie, uninterrupted.
The next morning, Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson arrived at my house to pick up my car. I was dressed in a lime green sleeveless shirt and a pair of black baggy jeans with white stitching when they rang my doorbell. Stacy was wearing a pair of black gloves, along with black pants and a black turtleneck sweater. I think that's the most covered up she's ever been in her life. Torrie was in an identical outfit. I took a look at them and asked, "Whoa! What's with the cover up?" Stacy Keibler looked around, a bit nervous.
"It's cold." She replied, rubbing her hands together. Torrie nodded.
"So, where's your car?" Torrie questioned, cutting right to the chase. I ran my fingers through my flamingo pink and lime green hair.
"Oh yeah. Come in." I told them, leading them through the front foyer and over to the garage door. We entered the garage and I took a look around. My car was the 2000 black Corvette, parked right beside my brother's silver SUV. I led the girls over and placed the key's in Stacy Keibler's waiting hands. "Take good care of it." I stated, watching as Stacy instantly opened the car and hopped in. Torrie climbed into the passenger seat. Torrie Wilson stuck her head out of the door before she shut it.
"Yep! Thanks Jeff." She smirked. Stacy smiled also.
"No problem." I replied, opening the garage door for them. In a matter of seconds, the two of them were driving out of my garage, down the driveway and into the streets. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I walked back into the house and wandered up to my room.
I leaned over from my position on the couch, grabbing a hold of the white cord phone we had laying on a black end table in our living room. I placed the phone to my ear, not taking my eyes off of my favorite movie, "American Beauty". "Hello?" I asked. The voice on the other line was very perky. Ditzy.
"Hi, Jeff? It's Torrie Wilson." She said, her voice very high pitched and perky. I wasn't pay much attention and didn't care why she was calling.
"Hey Torrie." I replied, my voice monotone. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.
"Do you, like, think, like, me and Stacy could, like, borrow your car?" Torrie asked. Being the stupid person that I am, I didn't think and replied,
"Yeah, sure. When do you need it?"
"Like...umm...like...tomorrow?" She guessed. I heard some giggling in the background and I knew it was Stacy Keibler. I didn't think anything of it though.
"Sure. I've got to go now. Bye." I told her, hanging up before she could say anything else. I went back to watching my movie, uninterrupted.
The next morning, Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson arrived at my house to pick up my car. I was dressed in a lime green sleeveless shirt and a pair of black baggy jeans with white stitching when they rang my doorbell. Stacy was wearing a pair of black gloves, along with black pants and a black turtleneck sweater. I think that's the most covered up she's ever been in her life. Torrie was in an identical outfit. I took a look at them and asked, "Whoa! What's with the cover up?" Stacy Keibler looked around, a bit nervous.
"It's cold." She replied, rubbing her hands together. Torrie nodded.
"So, where's your car?" Torrie questioned, cutting right to the chase. I ran my fingers through my flamingo pink and lime green hair.
"Oh yeah. Come in." I told them, leading them through the front foyer and over to the garage door. We entered the garage and I took a look around. My car was the 2000 black Corvette, parked right beside my brother's silver SUV. I led the girls over and placed the key's in Stacy Keibler's waiting hands. "Take good care of it." I stated, watching as Stacy instantly opened the car and hopped in. Torrie climbed into the passenger seat. Torrie Wilson stuck her head out of the door before she shut it.
"Yep! Thanks Jeff." She smirked. Stacy smiled also.
"No problem." I replied, opening the garage door for them. In a matter of seconds, the two of them were driving out of my garage, down the driveway and into the streets. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I walked back into the house and wandered up to my room.