Author's Note: Finally...I got off my ass and decided to update. I hope you guys haven't forgotten about this one! Well, like always...I don't own anything. =)
FYI: It is now Tuesday.
THE DOWNFALL CONTINUES
"So, you're telling me that little girls haunted your dreams, skipping rope and chanting some scary song? Randy Orton and Dave Batista were killing you too?!" Jeff Hardy questioned, his back leaned against the wall of Amy Dumas' garage. He had his guitar on and was tuning it as Broken Rebellion's bass player, Shannon Moore was sitting on a stool. He was just putting the strap of his bass around him as he nodded. Jeff shook his head, laughing a little bit as his neon green and fuschia hair swayed around, while his head was moving. "Come on, Shan. If you're going to think up a story, then it should be better than that!"
"IT'S NOT A STORY!" Shannon exclaimed, practically startling Shane Helms out of the chair he was sitting on, on the opposite side of the garage. Amy's green-haired neighbor was almost asleep, for he did not get much sleep either the night before. Last night, Shane spent his time reading comic books and playing video games. Shane collected himself and sat back on the chair, closing his eyes to block out the noises.
"I believe it." Matt Hardy, the band's drummer spoke up. He was seated behind the drum set and was listening to every word of Shannon's story. Shannon smiled at Matt thankfully, as Matt grinned. He then looked at his brother Jeff, who looked a bit bewildered. "What?" He asked.
"How can you believe that, Matt? You're the one who says not to get carried away with stories. That was one of the most unrealistic things I've ever heard in my life!" Jeff said. Amy Dumas then chimed in, as she entered the garage with a tray of sodas. She set the tray on to the small metal table by Shane Helms and then replied,
"That's why they're called 'nightmares', Jeff! They aren't necessarily realistic. I'm buying Shannon's story." After that was said, Amy grabbed a glass of soda from the tray and took a large sip. She then looked down at Shane Helms, who was nodding off. With a laugh, she hit Shane lightly on the head. His eyes open and he sat upright.
"Huh?! What?!" The fifteen year-old guitarist asked, completely out of it. The members of Broken Rebellion who were present at the garage that moment laughed. As they were laughing, Shannon scanned the area for his girlfriend, Trish Stratus. It wasn't usual of Trish to be late. Usually, she arrived with Shannon. He had called her earlier that day to ask if she wanted him to pick her up for practice, but she declined, saying that she had to baby-sit and she'd meet them at the garage, before practice would actually start. Shannon looked down at his watch.
"Has anybody seen or heard from Trish?" He asked, cutting off the laughter. He watched Amy, Matt and Jeff shrug. Shane Helms yawned and answered,
"She was on-line earlier, but I didn't talk to her." The room fell silent, as Matt Hardy emerged from behind his drum set to grab a glass of soda. Before raising the glass to his mouth, he spoke up.
"Hmm...weird." He then took a large gulp of the ice cold beverage. The band sat in silence, not really knowing what to do or say. Just as the silence grew to be two minutes, the side door of the garage opened and in walked Shannon's girlfriend and Broken Rebellion's back-up vocalist, Trish Stratus. Trish had a gleaming smirk on her face, and her blonde hair was a tad messy. Her lip gloss was a bit smeared to the side of her mouth and her clothes were a bit rustled. Normally, Trish's outfits were always neat.
"Hey guys. How's it going?" She asked, walking past Shannon without a glance. Shannon looked at her weirdly, his eyebrows raised. Everybody else was noticing Trish's odd behavior too. Amy carefully watched her, her glass of soda in her hand. She stood by the microphone stand, watching as Trish picked up the last full glass on the tray and lifted it up to her lips, not noticing that the entire garage had gone silent. Matt Hardy watched the expressions on his young friend's face as he witnessed his girlfriend completely blow him off. After Trish was done refreshing herself with the soda, she placed the empty glass back on its tray and turned to the rest of the band. Well, the rest of the band minus her boyfriend, Shannon. "What are we standing around for? Aren't we going to practice?" The blonde girl questioned.
"Where were you?" Amy politely asked her friend. It was the one question in everybody's mind. First, Trish ignored Amy's question, making her way over to her mic stand, which was placed beside Shannon and his bass. Normally, Trish and Shannon couldn't keep their hands off of each other and halfway through practice, the others would need to send Trish next to Jeff, where they could finally get some work done. Now, Shannon stood next to his girlfriend, silent. He placed the strap over his shoulder and lifted his head up. Instead of looking around at the rest of Broken Rebellion, Shannon Moore just stared straight ahead, at the garage door. Trish finally turned to Amy, answering her question.
"I was babysitting for my aunt Kelly. I would've gotten here sooner, but she had to stop for gas. She lives on the other side of town." Trish replied, turning on her mic. She looked around at the others, who were already in position. "Can we start practice now?" Her voice sounded a bit hurried. Shane Helms raised his eyebrows at her, wondering why Trish had a sudden change of attitude. Usually, she was a very sweet girl, who had a lot of patience. Shane knew she was up to something, and he was making it his secret mission to find out. He tuned up his guitar and looked over at his partner in crime, Jeff Hardy. Jeff was ready, like always. The green-haired fifteen year-old looked back at Jeff's older brother, Matt. He gave his drum sticks a tap and the garage was soon filled with the sound of loud rock music.
An hour and a half later, Broken Rebellion had wrapped up their practice. They had practiced every song they had and were still trying to pick a piece for the audition on Saturday. Time was nearing and Evolution was going to be tough to beat. Usually, the entire gang stuck around Amy's house for practice, but Trish Stratus was in a rush this time. She quickly unplugged her microphone from the amp and was walking quickly towards the door. "I'll see you guys tomorrow! Bye!" She called out before flying out the door. The last thing everybody saw was her blonde hair whipping out the door. After Trish had left, Jeff looked around at the rest of the band. They were silent.
"I wonder what's up with her." He pointed out, causing everybody to ponder for a few moments. Shane then sat up from the stool he was sitting on and placed his guitar in its case.
"I've got to go." He said, packing up.
"Where are you going in such a hurry? You're usually the last to leave." Amy asked, curious. Shane had to think and he had to think quick.
"Uhh..My mom needs me to help cook dinner. Dad's out of town for the next few days, so I have to help." He lied. Shane felt his heart break because he always hated lieing to his friends, especially Amy. Amy had a look of confusion on her face for a moment, then she managed to smile.
"Okay. I'll catch you later, okay?" She suggested. Shane smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, later. Bye guys." He said, making his way out of the door. When Shane left the Dumas' property, he began to follow Trish Stratus, who was down the street. She looked behind her, to check if anybody was following, but Shane quickly ducked in to the bushes before Trish could find him following her. She resumed her quick pace, with the green-haired guitarist following close behind.
FYI: It is now Tuesday.
THE DOWNFALL CONTINUES
"So, you're telling me that little girls haunted your dreams, skipping rope and chanting some scary song? Randy Orton and Dave Batista were killing you too?!" Jeff Hardy questioned, his back leaned against the wall of Amy Dumas' garage. He had his guitar on and was tuning it as Broken Rebellion's bass player, Shannon Moore was sitting on a stool. He was just putting the strap of his bass around him as he nodded. Jeff shook his head, laughing a little bit as his neon green and fuschia hair swayed around, while his head was moving. "Come on, Shan. If you're going to think up a story, then it should be better than that!"
"IT'S NOT A STORY!" Shannon exclaimed, practically startling Shane Helms out of the chair he was sitting on, on the opposite side of the garage. Amy's green-haired neighbor was almost asleep, for he did not get much sleep either the night before. Last night, Shane spent his time reading comic books and playing video games. Shane collected himself and sat back on the chair, closing his eyes to block out the noises.
"I believe it." Matt Hardy, the band's drummer spoke up. He was seated behind the drum set and was listening to every word of Shannon's story. Shannon smiled at Matt thankfully, as Matt grinned. He then looked at his brother Jeff, who looked a bit bewildered. "What?" He asked.
"How can you believe that, Matt? You're the one who says not to get carried away with stories. That was one of the most unrealistic things I've ever heard in my life!" Jeff said. Amy Dumas then chimed in, as she entered the garage with a tray of sodas. She set the tray on to the small metal table by Shane Helms and then replied,
"That's why they're called 'nightmares', Jeff! They aren't necessarily realistic. I'm buying Shannon's story." After that was said, Amy grabbed a glass of soda from the tray and took a large sip. She then looked down at Shane Helms, who was nodding off. With a laugh, she hit Shane lightly on the head. His eyes open and he sat upright.
"Huh?! What?!" The fifteen year-old guitarist asked, completely out of it. The members of Broken Rebellion who were present at the garage that moment laughed. As they were laughing, Shannon scanned the area for his girlfriend, Trish Stratus. It wasn't usual of Trish to be late. Usually, she arrived with Shannon. He had called her earlier that day to ask if she wanted him to pick her up for practice, but she declined, saying that she had to baby-sit and she'd meet them at the garage, before practice would actually start. Shannon looked down at his watch.
"Has anybody seen or heard from Trish?" He asked, cutting off the laughter. He watched Amy, Matt and Jeff shrug. Shane Helms yawned and answered,
"She was on-line earlier, but I didn't talk to her." The room fell silent, as Matt Hardy emerged from behind his drum set to grab a glass of soda. Before raising the glass to his mouth, he spoke up.
"Hmm...weird." He then took a large gulp of the ice cold beverage. The band sat in silence, not really knowing what to do or say. Just as the silence grew to be two minutes, the side door of the garage opened and in walked Shannon's girlfriend and Broken Rebellion's back-up vocalist, Trish Stratus. Trish had a gleaming smirk on her face, and her blonde hair was a tad messy. Her lip gloss was a bit smeared to the side of her mouth and her clothes were a bit rustled. Normally, Trish's outfits were always neat.
"Hey guys. How's it going?" She asked, walking past Shannon without a glance. Shannon looked at her weirdly, his eyebrows raised. Everybody else was noticing Trish's odd behavior too. Amy carefully watched her, her glass of soda in her hand. She stood by the microphone stand, watching as Trish picked up the last full glass on the tray and lifted it up to her lips, not noticing that the entire garage had gone silent. Matt Hardy watched the expressions on his young friend's face as he witnessed his girlfriend completely blow him off. After Trish was done refreshing herself with the soda, she placed the empty glass back on its tray and turned to the rest of the band. Well, the rest of the band minus her boyfriend, Shannon. "What are we standing around for? Aren't we going to practice?" The blonde girl questioned.
"Where were you?" Amy politely asked her friend. It was the one question in everybody's mind. First, Trish ignored Amy's question, making her way over to her mic stand, which was placed beside Shannon and his bass. Normally, Trish and Shannon couldn't keep their hands off of each other and halfway through practice, the others would need to send Trish next to Jeff, where they could finally get some work done. Now, Shannon stood next to his girlfriend, silent. He placed the strap over his shoulder and lifted his head up. Instead of looking around at the rest of Broken Rebellion, Shannon Moore just stared straight ahead, at the garage door. Trish finally turned to Amy, answering her question.
"I was babysitting for my aunt Kelly. I would've gotten here sooner, but she had to stop for gas. She lives on the other side of town." Trish replied, turning on her mic. She looked around at the others, who were already in position. "Can we start practice now?" Her voice sounded a bit hurried. Shane Helms raised his eyebrows at her, wondering why Trish had a sudden change of attitude. Usually, she was a very sweet girl, who had a lot of patience. Shane knew she was up to something, and he was making it his secret mission to find out. He tuned up his guitar and looked over at his partner in crime, Jeff Hardy. Jeff was ready, like always. The green-haired fifteen year-old looked back at Jeff's older brother, Matt. He gave his drum sticks a tap and the garage was soon filled with the sound of loud rock music.
An hour and a half later, Broken Rebellion had wrapped up their practice. They had practiced every song they had and were still trying to pick a piece for the audition on Saturday. Time was nearing and Evolution was going to be tough to beat. Usually, the entire gang stuck around Amy's house for practice, but Trish Stratus was in a rush this time. She quickly unplugged her microphone from the amp and was walking quickly towards the door. "I'll see you guys tomorrow! Bye!" She called out before flying out the door. The last thing everybody saw was her blonde hair whipping out the door. After Trish had left, Jeff looked around at the rest of the band. They were silent.
"I wonder what's up with her." He pointed out, causing everybody to ponder for a few moments. Shane then sat up from the stool he was sitting on and placed his guitar in its case.
"I've got to go." He said, packing up.
"Where are you going in such a hurry? You're usually the last to leave." Amy asked, curious. Shane had to think and he had to think quick.
"Uhh..My mom needs me to help cook dinner. Dad's out of town for the next few days, so I have to help." He lied. Shane felt his heart break because he always hated lieing to his friends, especially Amy. Amy had a look of confusion on her face for a moment, then she managed to smile.
"Okay. I'll catch you later, okay?" She suggested. Shane smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, later. Bye guys." He said, making his way out of the door. When Shane left the Dumas' property, he began to follow Trish Stratus, who was down the street. She looked behind her, to check if anybody was following, but Shane quickly ducked in to the bushes before Trish could find him following her. She resumed her quick pace, with the green-haired guitarist following close behind.