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.
Well folks, I've come to the end of this story. This is the last chapter, which will either wrap it all up or leave you hanging for a third one. I guess you're going to have to read it to find out. Thanks for reading and all your reviews.
"Enjoying your flight, ladies?" The friendly flight attendant asked, causing Stacy Keibler to practically jump out of her seat. Stacy's senses were heightened and she was petrified of the smallest things as her and Torrie were on their way home from Mexico.
"Yeah. Everything's g-gr-gr-great." She stuttered as the flight attendant began to walk away. Once she was far enough, Stacy tapped Torrie on the shoulder, who opened her eyes from the nap she was taking. "I can't handle this anymore, Torrie! I'm starting to get really paranoid!"
"Stacy, calm down! We'll just get there and turn ourselves in. I mean, Jeff's in jail already. Look at us! They can't do anything bad to us. We're too beautiful for jail." She said, starting to close her eyes again. Stacy rolled her eyes. Sometimes Torrie was just too much of a ditz for even Stacy.
"They'll put anybody in jail! Even Jennifer Lopez!" She exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down to keep people from staring at them. Torrie opened her eyes once again.
"Jennifer Lopez isn't even pretty! All she has going for her is that big ass."
"Whatever! I'm just saying, the moment we turn ourselves in, Jeff will be free. We'll be the ones put in a jail cell. I don't want to share a cell with a burly woman named Big Bertha!" Stacy complained, trying to snap her best friend back in to reality. The blonde sitting beside her rolled her eyes.
"We aren't going to jail. Besides, I'd look horrible in one of those jumpsuits." Torrie told her, playing it cool. That was it. Stacy didn't know what to do to make Torrie realize that they'd be put in jail. Unbuckling her seat belt, Stacy Keibler stood up and screamed at the top of her lungs,
"WE'RE GOING TO GO TO JAIL BECAUSE WE'RE THE ONES WHO RAN OVER PETRA ALEXANDER!" The entire plane went silent, as people gasped. Stacy had just realized what she had said and clapped her hand over her mouth. Torrie's eyes went wide. A stewardess approached the two girls.
"Ladies, come with me." She spoke, taking Stacy and Torrie to the back of the plane.
Back at home, Skye Alexander was sitting in the kitchen with her mother. Desirae was crying on the shoulder of her now only daughter as the doorbell rang. A few seconds later, Braiden emerged from his bedroom to open the door. Standing at the door was Randy Orton, along with Ric Flair and Hunter Helmsley. Braiden was surprised to see his friends standing at the door, for they weren't there at Petra's funeral.
"Hey man." Ric spoke first, as Randy allowed himself in to the house to see Skye. Braiden stepped outside to patch things up with Hunter and Ric.
Randy made his way in to the kitchen, where he found Skye comforting her mother. He walked over to the mother and daughter and placed his arms around both. "How are you doing, Mrs. Alexander?" Randy asked.
Desirae Alexander looked up at Randy Orton, whose light blue eyes seemed sad. Seeing him sad made her sad, for Petra had liked Randy very much. "Oh Randy...Petra adored you so much." She spoke, her voice soft and trembling. More tears streamed down her face as Skye looked over at her boyfriend.
"She was the one who got us together." Skye said, smiling at Randy. He smiled back, lacing his fingers with hers.
"I will never forget her for that." He replied, leaning over to kiss Skye. In his heart, Randy knew that he'd be with Skye forever because Petra was a part of them and she was going to be a part of them forever.
"Mr. Hardy?" The police guard asked, as Jeff looked up from his seat.
"What?" He questioned, an annoyed tone in his voice. He really wasn't ready to face another round of push-ups or scrubbing toilets.
"You're free to go." The guard told him.
"Excuse me?" Jeff asked, not really believing what he had just heard.
"You are free to go. Two girls turned themselves in. We're sorry for accusing you."
"Who are the two girls?"
"Their names are Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson." The guard explained, opening the cell and sliding the door open as Jeff stepped out. He was led to the front office by the guard, eyeing Stacy and Torrie who were cuffed and being talked to by a few officers. A small smile on his face, Jeff walked out of the police station and in to the open air. He was free.
Well folks, I've come to the end of this story. This is the last chapter, which will either wrap it all up or leave you hanging for a third one. I guess you're going to have to read it to find out. Thanks for reading and all your reviews.
"Enjoying your flight, ladies?" The friendly flight attendant asked, causing Stacy Keibler to practically jump out of her seat. Stacy's senses were heightened and she was petrified of the smallest things as her and Torrie were on their way home from Mexico.
"Yeah. Everything's g-gr-gr-great." She stuttered as the flight attendant began to walk away. Once she was far enough, Stacy tapped Torrie on the shoulder, who opened her eyes from the nap she was taking. "I can't handle this anymore, Torrie! I'm starting to get really paranoid!"
"Stacy, calm down! We'll just get there and turn ourselves in. I mean, Jeff's in jail already. Look at us! They can't do anything bad to us. We're too beautiful for jail." She said, starting to close her eyes again. Stacy rolled her eyes. Sometimes Torrie was just too much of a ditz for even Stacy.
"They'll put anybody in jail! Even Jennifer Lopez!" She exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down to keep people from staring at them. Torrie opened her eyes once again.
"Jennifer Lopez isn't even pretty! All she has going for her is that big ass."
"Whatever! I'm just saying, the moment we turn ourselves in, Jeff will be free. We'll be the ones put in a jail cell. I don't want to share a cell with a burly woman named Big Bertha!" Stacy complained, trying to snap her best friend back in to reality. The blonde sitting beside her rolled her eyes.
"We aren't going to jail. Besides, I'd look horrible in one of those jumpsuits." Torrie told her, playing it cool. That was it. Stacy didn't know what to do to make Torrie realize that they'd be put in jail. Unbuckling her seat belt, Stacy Keibler stood up and screamed at the top of her lungs,
"WE'RE GOING TO GO TO JAIL BECAUSE WE'RE THE ONES WHO RAN OVER PETRA ALEXANDER!" The entire plane went silent, as people gasped. Stacy had just realized what she had said and clapped her hand over her mouth. Torrie's eyes went wide. A stewardess approached the two girls.
"Ladies, come with me." She spoke, taking Stacy and Torrie to the back of the plane.
Back at home, Skye Alexander was sitting in the kitchen with her mother. Desirae was crying on the shoulder of her now only daughter as the doorbell rang. A few seconds later, Braiden emerged from his bedroom to open the door. Standing at the door was Randy Orton, along with Ric Flair and Hunter Helmsley. Braiden was surprised to see his friends standing at the door, for they weren't there at Petra's funeral.
"Hey man." Ric spoke first, as Randy allowed himself in to the house to see Skye. Braiden stepped outside to patch things up with Hunter and Ric.
Randy made his way in to the kitchen, where he found Skye comforting her mother. He walked over to the mother and daughter and placed his arms around both. "How are you doing, Mrs. Alexander?" Randy asked.
Desirae Alexander looked up at Randy Orton, whose light blue eyes seemed sad. Seeing him sad made her sad, for Petra had liked Randy very much. "Oh Randy...Petra adored you so much." She spoke, her voice soft and trembling. More tears streamed down her face as Skye looked over at her boyfriend.
"She was the one who got us together." Skye said, smiling at Randy. He smiled back, lacing his fingers with hers.
"I will never forget her for that." He replied, leaning over to kiss Skye. In his heart, Randy knew that he'd be with Skye forever because Petra was a part of them and she was going to be a part of them forever.
"Mr. Hardy?" The police guard asked, as Jeff looked up from his seat.
"What?" He questioned, an annoyed tone in his voice. He really wasn't ready to face another round of push-ups or scrubbing toilets.
"You're free to go." The guard told him.
"Excuse me?" Jeff asked, not really believing what he had just heard.
"You are free to go. Two girls turned themselves in. We're sorry for accusing you."
"Who are the two girls?"
"Their names are Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson." The guard explained, opening the cell and sliding the door open as Jeff stepped out. He was led to the front office by the guard, eyeing Stacy and Torrie who were cuffed and being talked to by a few officers. A small smile on his face, Jeff walked out of the police station and in to the open air. He was free.