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.
The burning sun of Cancun, Mexico beamed down on citizens and tourists alike. Everybody was scantily clad, with girls wearing short shorts and bikinis, while the guys walked around shirtless. Walking amongst the citizens of one of the hottest spots for vacation were Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler. The two young ladies blended in with the others perfectly, their skin already bronze from the sun's scorching rays. Torrie had her blonde hair up in a high ponytail, dressed in a baby blue bikini with a white jean miniskirt. On her feet was a pair of white and baby blue flip-flops. Standing tall beside her was Stacy, her hair in pigtails, wearing a red bikini with a dark blue denim skirt. On her feet was a pair of black flip-flops. The pair had been in Cancun for a day, and was already loving the freedom that they had. They didn't have to think about how they ran over Petra, Skye Alexander's sister anymore. Stacy gazed around the streets as the two girls passed a stand selling souvenirs. She smiled at her best friend and partner in crime. Torrie smiled back. "Isn't this, like, awesome?! We don't have to, like, worry about, like, anything!" The long-legged blonde exclaimed.
"Like, hell yeah! There's nothing to, like, worry about! Except those two guys.." She trailed off, remembering the two guys they met yesterday.
"What are you, like, talking about, Torrie? They were so hot!" Stacy grinned, playing with her pigtails. Torrie nodded and then replied,
"Yeah. But, like, what if they, like, find out and turn us in?" Torrie asked, her voice quivering a bit as the thought of being discovered flowed through her brain. It hit Stacy also, as she just stood there and thought about it. The two beautiful blondes pondered for a few moments, not hearing the two pairs of footsteps approaching them.
"Hola Chicas!" One voice shouted, enthusiastically. Torrie and Stacy quickly turned around, Torrie's ponytail whipping around and hitting her in the face as she did so. The one who had spoke was Chavo Guerreo, the cousin of the guy with the mullet, Eddie.
"Hi!" Stacy said, waving. She made her way over to Eddie and placed her hand on his bare chest. "Do you, like, work out or something?" She asked, smiling. He was beaming with pride as he turned to her.
"Of course, Petunia." He told her, using the fake alias she had given him the previous day. The moment 'Petunia' was said, Eddie felt his stomach turn. How could a girl so pretty have such an ugly name? Chavo began to follow his cousin's lead, making his way over to Torrie. He placed his arm around her waist.
"How you doin', Corky?" He said smoothly after a bit of hesitation. It was hard for Chavo to get the name out, since it was so unusual. Torrie Wilson was almost going to tell him her real name, but she caught herself in time.
"I'm doing great!" She replied, her voice high and perky. Chavo grinned at her and the four begin to walk down the street.
Fifteen minutes later, the group was seated at an outdoor café. Eddie and Stacy, otherwise known as Petunia sat beside each other, across from Chavo and Torrie, otherwise known as Corky. The two pairs were just laughing, having a good time when Chavo brought up a very uncomfortable subject: The death of Petra Alexander. "Did you ladies hear about the news in the States? This guy ran over this little girl. What was his name again, Eddie?" Chavo tried to think, as Stacy and Torrie exchanged worried glances. The situation had even been heard in Mexico!
"His name was Jeff Hardy. What an asshole." Eddie muttered, running his hands through his mullet. Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler stayed silent, just looking at each other, or looking down at the ground. Eddie and Chavo noticed that the usually perky girls were keeping quiet and raised their eyebrows at the young ladies.
"Is there something wrong, ladies?" Chavo questioned, his arm around Torrie. Once she felt his touch, Torrie got frightened and jumped up and out of her seat. She gave a small shriek, scaring Stacy. The two guys and other people at the café stared at her, as if she was very odd.
"Sorry. I'm just a little bit jumpy today." Torrie apologized, taking her seat once again. She slowly shifted her chair away from Chavo and closer to Stacy. Torrie leaned over to her best friend and whispered in her ear, "We need to get out of here. I can't handle when people talk about it." Stacy nodded and whispered back.
"Me too." She said. Stacy then got up from her seat and gave an apologizing smile to Eddie and Chavo. "Sorry fellas, but we've got to get going! It was nice meeting you. Bye!" She quickly stated, grabbing Torrie's arm and dashing off in to the streets. Chavo and Eddie watched them run away, their eyebrows raised. Eddie then turned to Chavo, his hand pointing in the direction that the two girls ran.
"Did they just run off on us, vato?" Eddie asked. Chavo nodded.
"Nobody does that to Los Guerreos! Let's get them back, Eddie!" Chavo shouted, jumping out of his chair and running off in to the street. Eddie quickly followed. Now it was a chase.
"CHICAS!" Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs, causing Torrie to turn around. She looked at Stacy, fear in her eyes.
"Run faster, Stace! They're coming after us!" She panicked, as Stacy and her began to sprint, not knowing where to go. About twenty feet behind were Eddie and Chavo, who had to dodge through so many people who were in their way. Eddie almost collided with an elderly tourist while trying to catch up to Chavo. After being slapped in the face by her, he ran up to Chavo and the two continued to search for the two beautiful American girls.
"These chicas are fast, Esse!" Eddie commented, almost out of breath.
"Run faster, Eddie!" Chavo commanded, as he watched Stacy and Torrie turn the corner. Chavo began to sprint, Eddie trying to catch up with him.
"WAIT FOR ME, CHAVITO!" Eddie hollered, taking a break. He leaned his back against a wall and took a few deep breaths. Chavo was now out of sight.
Around the corner, Chavo was chasing Torrie and Stacy. The long-legged blonde noticed a small hiding spot in the bushes and jumped in, grabbing Torrie with her. Torrie almost shrieked, but Stacy clapped her hand over her best friend's mouth. Stacy placed her finger to her lips, shushing her. Torrie nodded and didn't move a muscle.
"CORKY! PETUNIA!" They heard Chavo yell as he sprinted past the bush they were hiding in. A minute later, Eddie ran past, trying to catch up with his cousin. Torrie then turned to Stacy, the two of them still in the bush.
"We need to turn ourselves in." She said, point blank.
The burning sun of Cancun, Mexico beamed down on citizens and tourists alike. Everybody was scantily clad, with girls wearing short shorts and bikinis, while the guys walked around shirtless. Walking amongst the citizens of one of the hottest spots for vacation were Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler. The two young ladies blended in with the others perfectly, their skin already bronze from the sun's scorching rays. Torrie had her blonde hair up in a high ponytail, dressed in a baby blue bikini with a white jean miniskirt. On her feet was a pair of white and baby blue flip-flops. Standing tall beside her was Stacy, her hair in pigtails, wearing a red bikini with a dark blue denim skirt. On her feet was a pair of black flip-flops. The pair had been in Cancun for a day, and was already loving the freedom that they had. They didn't have to think about how they ran over Petra, Skye Alexander's sister anymore. Stacy gazed around the streets as the two girls passed a stand selling souvenirs. She smiled at her best friend and partner in crime. Torrie smiled back. "Isn't this, like, awesome?! We don't have to, like, worry about, like, anything!" The long-legged blonde exclaimed.
"Like, hell yeah! There's nothing to, like, worry about! Except those two guys.." She trailed off, remembering the two guys they met yesterday.
"What are you, like, talking about, Torrie? They were so hot!" Stacy grinned, playing with her pigtails. Torrie nodded and then replied,
"Yeah. But, like, what if they, like, find out and turn us in?" Torrie asked, her voice quivering a bit as the thought of being discovered flowed through her brain. It hit Stacy also, as she just stood there and thought about it. The two beautiful blondes pondered for a few moments, not hearing the two pairs of footsteps approaching them.
"Hola Chicas!" One voice shouted, enthusiastically. Torrie and Stacy quickly turned around, Torrie's ponytail whipping around and hitting her in the face as she did so. The one who had spoke was Chavo Guerreo, the cousin of the guy with the mullet, Eddie.
"Hi!" Stacy said, waving. She made her way over to Eddie and placed her hand on his bare chest. "Do you, like, work out or something?" She asked, smiling. He was beaming with pride as he turned to her.
"Of course, Petunia." He told her, using the fake alias she had given him the previous day. The moment 'Petunia' was said, Eddie felt his stomach turn. How could a girl so pretty have such an ugly name? Chavo began to follow his cousin's lead, making his way over to Torrie. He placed his arm around her waist.
"How you doin', Corky?" He said smoothly after a bit of hesitation. It was hard for Chavo to get the name out, since it was so unusual. Torrie Wilson was almost going to tell him her real name, but she caught herself in time.
"I'm doing great!" She replied, her voice high and perky. Chavo grinned at her and the four begin to walk down the street.
Fifteen minutes later, the group was seated at an outdoor café. Eddie and Stacy, otherwise known as Petunia sat beside each other, across from Chavo and Torrie, otherwise known as Corky. The two pairs were just laughing, having a good time when Chavo brought up a very uncomfortable subject: The death of Petra Alexander. "Did you ladies hear about the news in the States? This guy ran over this little girl. What was his name again, Eddie?" Chavo tried to think, as Stacy and Torrie exchanged worried glances. The situation had even been heard in Mexico!
"His name was Jeff Hardy. What an asshole." Eddie muttered, running his hands through his mullet. Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler stayed silent, just looking at each other, or looking down at the ground. Eddie and Chavo noticed that the usually perky girls were keeping quiet and raised their eyebrows at the young ladies.
"Is there something wrong, ladies?" Chavo questioned, his arm around Torrie. Once she felt his touch, Torrie got frightened and jumped up and out of her seat. She gave a small shriek, scaring Stacy. The two guys and other people at the café stared at her, as if she was very odd.
"Sorry. I'm just a little bit jumpy today." Torrie apologized, taking her seat once again. She slowly shifted her chair away from Chavo and closer to Stacy. Torrie leaned over to her best friend and whispered in her ear, "We need to get out of here. I can't handle when people talk about it." Stacy nodded and whispered back.
"Me too." She said. Stacy then got up from her seat and gave an apologizing smile to Eddie and Chavo. "Sorry fellas, but we've got to get going! It was nice meeting you. Bye!" She quickly stated, grabbing Torrie's arm and dashing off in to the streets. Chavo and Eddie watched them run away, their eyebrows raised. Eddie then turned to Chavo, his hand pointing in the direction that the two girls ran.
"Did they just run off on us, vato?" Eddie asked. Chavo nodded.
"Nobody does that to Los Guerreos! Let's get them back, Eddie!" Chavo shouted, jumping out of his chair and running off in to the street. Eddie quickly followed. Now it was a chase.
"CHICAS!" Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs, causing Torrie to turn around. She looked at Stacy, fear in her eyes.
"Run faster, Stace! They're coming after us!" She panicked, as Stacy and her began to sprint, not knowing where to go. About twenty feet behind were Eddie and Chavo, who had to dodge through so many people who were in their way. Eddie almost collided with an elderly tourist while trying to catch up to Chavo. After being slapped in the face by her, he ran up to Chavo and the two continued to search for the two beautiful American girls.
"These chicas are fast, Esse!" Eddie commented, almost out of breath.
"Run faster, Eddie!" Chavo commanded, as he watched Stacy and Torrie turn the corner. Chavo began to sprint, Eddie trying to catch up with him.
"WAIT FOR ME, CHAVITO!" Eddie hollered, taking a break. He leaned his back against a wall and took a few deep breaths. Chavo was now out of sight.
Around the corner, Chavo was chasing Torrie and Stacy. The long-legged blonde noticed a small hiding spot in the bushes and jumped in, grabbing Torrie with her. Torrie almost shrieked, but Stacy clapped her hand over her best friend's mouth. Stacy placed her finger to her lips, shushing her. Torrie nodded and didn't move a muscle.
"CORKY! PETUNIA!" They heard Chavo yell as he sprinted past the bush they were hiding in. A minute later, Eddie ran past, trying to catch up with his cousin. Torrie then turned to Stacy, the two of them still in the bush.
"We need to turn ourselves in." She said, point blank.