I don't own Jeff, Matt, Amy or any other wrestlers. I tried but the store was all out.
I do own Sam, Marie and the children and later on David
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I know I'm sick and twisted for what happen to her but… review and I'll post
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***** later that day
________ Next day… week… ect.
++ flashback.
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Chapter 8
********************************Next Day********************************
Jeff awoke as the alarm clock rang…"Yeah, Yeah, I know… Time to get up…Shut up…" Rolling over he noticed Sam was gone form his arms. Shooting straight up he franticly looked around not see her anywhere.
Sam walked into the room while brushing her teeth. She was fresh out of the shower: her breast length light brown hair dripping down her back. "Jeff, oh… Your up? Get up out of that bed. We have to leave in a hour and a half."
"Looks like you already took a shower so I'm a little behind. How long have you been up?"
"Little more then a hour I say."
"Oh," he stood up grabbing his cloths and heading to the bathroom. As he was about to shut the door Sam stopped him.
"Jeff… thanks for last night… I needed to get that out."
She smiled when Jeff replied, "No problem sweetheart."
Once she heard the water hit the tile she pulled out her journal, unlocked it and started writing…
Dear, Again, Me
Last night I told Jeff about mom. The first person that I have told…though the thought of it kills… she was weak, I was strong, and I will always be. Jeff has sparkles in his eyes that remind me of something… He let me cry on his should… First person since Yasha. He wrapped his arms around me. I miss that. My last boyfriend did that. That was the best. For the first time I felt safe. I know he isn't going to hurt me. I know and sense that. I love him already. Not the 'I want to marry you' love but that of a best friend… I kindred spirit.
Sam looked up and saw Jeff walk in with deep blue pants on and his hair wrapped in a towel.
'Wonder what she is writing.' Holding up two shirts: one a dark blue and purple mixed colour with the fox racing symbol, and the other a old beat up Red Hot Chili Pepper's shirt.
Lifting her head up she looked at both, smile and said, "First one 'cause I have a fox shirt on too." She pulled the light jacket off and showed a red and orange mixed shirt identical to his.
As he quickly slipped the shirt over his head Sam continued writing…
Another weird moment. Two shits almost the same. Again that sparkle, I love his hair. Now its green, pink, and gray. It looks really good. I might dye mine some time soon. I think he might want to do some weird pig tail braids. So I'll have to help him since every time he just manages to make a huge rats nest… I think I'll go then… 'Another day, Another pain but soon it subsides'
P.S. That sparkle was from Dominek… I miss him. Very much.
Putting her journal away she walked over and sat at the foot of the bed, her legs falling over Jeff's shoulder, who was sitting on the floor half asleep. Grabbing his hair she started making messy braids.
At the feeling of pulling hair his eyes opened as she continued to braid his hair as they both smirked in content.
******************************20 minutes later*****************************
"There and might I say you look mighty good… for once" That last part she stated under her breath.
Giving her the evil eye he shrugged it off. "Thanks Sam I really didn't know what I was going to do with my hair today."
"Since we have 45 minutes before we check out I'm gonna do my make up."
********************************2 hours later******************************
"Jeff it's noon. I can't believe you talked me into stopping for breakfast at the hotel. Now we are an hour and a half late. Were not going to get there until, like, 2 in the morning. That means driving straight and stopping to eat for no more than an hour. Jeff you need to get more organized!"
All of a sudden he broke out laughing. "Sam cool your jets. You sound just like Matt."
Pouting, she put in an Our Lady Peace CD and leaned back into the seat watching the endless trees and black and yellow pass.
I do own Sam, Marie and the children and later on David
________________________________________________________________________
I know I'm sick and twisted for what happen to her but… review and I'll post
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^between people
***** later that day
________ Next day… week… ect.
++ flashback.
________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 8
********************************Next Day********************************
Jeff awoke as the alarm clock rang…"Yeah, Yeah, I know… Time to get up…Shut up…" Rolling over he noticed Sam was gone form his arms. Shooting straight up he franticly looked around not see her anywhere.
Sam walked into the room while brushing her teeth. She was fresh out of the shower: her breast length light brown hair dripping down her back. "Jeff, oh… Your up? Get up out of that bed. We have to leave in a hour and a half."
"Looks like you already took a shower so I'm a little behind. How long have you been up?"
"Little more then a hour I say."
"Oh," he stood up grabbing his cloths and heading to the bathroom. As he was about to shut the door Sam stopped him.
"Jeff… thanks for last night… I needed to get that out."
She smiled when Jeff replied, "No problem sweetheart."
Once she heard the water hit the tile she pulled out her journal, unlocked it and started writing…
Dear, Again, Me
Last night I told Jeff about mom. The first person that I have told…though the thought of it kills… she was weak, I was strong, and I will always be. Jeff has sparkles in his eyes that remind me of something… He let me cry on his should… First person since Yasha. He wrapped his arms around me. I miss that. My last boyfriend did that. That was the best. For the first time I felt safe. I know he isn't going to hurt me. I know and sense that. I love him already. Not the 'I want to marry you' love but that of a best friend… I kindred spirit.
Sam looked up and saw Jeff walk in with deep blue pants on and his hair wrapped in a towel.
'Wonder what she is writing.' Holding up two shirts: one a dark blue and purple mixed colour with the fox racing symbol, and the other a old beat up Red Hot Chili Pepper's shirt.
Lifting her head up she looked at both, smile and said, "First one 'cause I have a fox shirt on too." She pulled the light jacket off and showed a red and orange mixed shirt identical to his.
As he quickly slipped the shirt over his head Sam continued writing…
Another weird moment. Two shits almost the same. Again that sparkle, I love his hair. Now its green, pink, and gray. It looks really good. I might dye mine some time soon. I think he might want to do some weird pig tail braids. So I'll have to help him since every time he just manages to make a huge rats nest… I think I'll go then… 'Another day, Another pain but soon it subsides'
P.S. That sparkle was from Dominek… I miss him. Very much.
Putting her journal away she walked over and sat at the foot of the bed, her legs falling over Jeff's shoulder, who was sitting on the floor half asleep. Grabbing his hair she started making messy braids.
At the feeling of pulling hair his eyes opened as she continued to braid his hair as they both smirked in content.
******************************20 minutes later*****************************
"There and might I say you look mighty good… for once" That last part she stated under her breath.
Giving her the evil eye he shrugged it off. "Thanks Sam I really didn't know what I was going to do with my hair today."
"Since we have 45 minutes before we check out I'm gonna do my make up."
********************************2 hours later******************************
"Jeff it's noon. I can't believe you talked me into stopping for breakfast at the hotel. Now we are an hour and a half late. Were not going to get there until, like, 2 in the morning. That means driving straight and stopping to eat for no more than an hour. Jeff you need to get more organized!"
All of a sudden he broke out laughing. "Sam cool your jets. You sound just like Matt."
Pouting, she put in an Our Lady Peace CD and leaned back into the seat watching the endless trees and black and yellow pass.