Disclaimer: Once again, I own nobody, except Amanda. Everyone else owns themselves, although I'm sure we all could own the guys in this story.
A/N: Wow two chapters in one day. I'm doing pretty good. Now if I can just get motivated for the other 2 stories on here, I'd be doing pretty great.
Chapter 13
Jamie opened her eyes the next morning, and let out a soft groan of pain. "What in the hell did I do last night?" Jamie asked out loud, not really expecting to get a response, so when she heard a deep male voice behind her, she jumped in shock.
"You got hammered last night, is what you did. I found you in the hotel bar, drinking shots of tequila." Tyson answered, handing Jamie a glass of water and some aspirin.
"I don't remember anything after getting back to the hotel. I still need to go to jackass's room, and get my stuff out of there. I'm sure the girls are worried about me, since we were supposed to meet this morning to set up a trap or whatever to get Amanda and Randy together." Jamie mumbled, climbing out of Tyson's bed.
"Why don't you go and get a shower, and do whatever it is girls do to get ready, and I'll call Heather and tell her you're okay. Then we'll go down and get your stuff from Adam's room." Tyson said, as Jamie just smiled at him.
"Thanks Boo. Just for everything I guess." Jamie replied, walking over and giving him a hug.
"You haven't called me boo in a long time." Tyson said, thinking back on the day she gave him that.
Flashback
"Come on Tyson. You need to get your ass outta bed right now." Jamie yelled at her friend.
"Just ten more minutes please?" Tyson grumbled from underneath his covers.
"No, your sleepy ass is already running late. Now wake the fuck up!" Jamie yelled again, this time, pulling the covers back on him.
"You know, you're so mean Princess." Tyson mumbled, still not fully awake yet.
"Yeah, well you'll get over it Boo." Jamie laughed, shoving Tyson towards the bathroom to get ready.
"Boo huh? I guess it could be worse." Tyson said shutting the door, as Jamie just shook her head laughing.
End Flashback
"What made you come up with Boo anyways?" Tyson asked, as Jamie slowly walked over to the bathroom.
"Well, it was the first thing that popped into mind." Jamie laughed quietly, grabbing an extra towel from the dresser before going into the bathroom to take a shower.
'Jamie I wish you knew how I really feel about you.' Tyson thought to himself.
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"Rae, I just talked to Tyson. He said something about Jamie staying with him last night, because Adam is a jackass or something." Heather said, walking into the hotel room her friends shared.
"Okay, well did he say if she was going to make it down here or not?" Rae grumbled, getting impatient already, and knowing that Amanda could be back from the gym any second.
"Yeah, I guess so. She got trashed down at the bar last night, and she's taking a shower right now." Heather said, sitting down next to John.
"So what exactly are we doing here?" John asked, looking over at Raechel.
"Well if Amanda won't admit that she likes a certain Legend Killer, then we'll just have to force to realize this. This bullshit of them biting each other's heads off every time they're in the same room together, has got to stop." Rae said, as Dave just looked at her.
"What are you talking about?" Dave questioned, as Heather started snickering.
"Stifle it Chica. Every time Amanda and Randy see each other, or if someone else speaks their name around them, they go off. Now the way I see it is there is some built up sexual tension or sexual attraction between the two, and until they do something about it, the rest of us are going to suffer." Rae explained to Dave, catching him up on what has been going on.
"So just lock them in a hotel room together, and don't let them out until they either kill each other, or sleep together." Dave suggested, laughing as he said it.
"That's it. Dave, do you think you could get Randy down here tonight? Say something like I need to talk to him about his storyline or whatever." Rae asked, looking over at her, well, the guy she made out with the night before.
"Probably, you're not seriously going to go through with this are you?" Dave questioned, looking over at Raechel in shock.
"Dave, let me tell you something about our Raechel. Once she gets an idea planted in her head, either from someone else, or something she comes up with on her own, there is no changing it." Heather explained, as Rae began forming ideas in her mind.
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"Why do I feel like I did something last night that I should regret?" Jamie asked herself, as she climbed out of the shower. Like a ton of bricks everything came rushing back. "Oh my God!" Jamie yelled, causing Tyson to start banging on the door from the other side.
"Jamie? Jamie? Are you okay?" Tyson yelled, while he was still banging on the door. Pulling her t-shirt over her head, Jamie walked out and wouldn't meet Tyson's gaze.
"About last night, I remember a little bit about what happened, I don't want it to ruin our friendship. Please tell me I didn't make another huge mistake in my life." Jamie begged, as a new set of tears pooled in her eyes.
"Why would you think that our friendship would be ruined?" Tyson asked, loathing the word 'friendship' at the moment.
"Because I kissed you last night, I mean, look how it turned out the last time I kissed someone I was friends with." Jamie replied, the first tear drop slowly falling down her cheek.
"What if I told you that I didn't think you kissing me was a mistake?" Tyson asked, shocked that he actually asked that out loud.
"What are you talking about?" Jamie asked, the same look of shock crossing her face that Tyson felt.
"What if I told you I was glad you kissed me?" Tyson asked again, this time knowing that he wanted to know her answer.
"I…I'm…You're glad that I kissed you?" Jamie asked, slowly sitting on the bed.
"Yes Jamie. Incase you never realized it; I've been in love with you. I know that what Adam did hurt you pretty bad. I want to go and break every bone in his body for what he did to you." Tyson started explaining, kneeling down in front of Jamie.
"Really?" Jamie asked, shocked more than anything that Tyson was admitting how he felt about her.
"What does this tell you?" Tyson asked, before leaning in and capturing Jamie's lips in a passionate kiss that put all the ones she shared with Adam to shame.
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"Okay troops. Is Operation Get Orton and Amanda together, ready to begin?" Rae asked, marching into the hotel room.
"Oh my God! Please tell me, you didn't just say that?" Heather asked, in between fits of laughter.
"Shut up Chica. Seriously though, are we ready to start?" Rae asked, looking around for Dave. "Um, where's the big man?" Rae asked, not seeing him in the room.
"I'm right behind ya babe." Dave said, walking up behind Raechel, and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"So what's going on with you two?" Heather asked, wiggling her eyebrows in Rae's direction.
"We talked, got to know each other, and now we're dating. Can we get this started please?" Rae asked again, getting more and more irritated.
"Fine, we'll go get Manda, and Big Man can go get Orton. Geez, now ya'll have me callin him Orton." Heather said, as she grabbed John's hand and walked towards the door.
"Babe, are you sure you know what you're doing? Randy isn't going to be too happy when he finds out he was set up." Dave asked, standing at the hotel room door with Raechel.
"Yeah, well Manda won't be too happy with me either, so we'll just make a big to do over it. They both like each other, and they're both too damn stubborn to realize it for shit. Now go and get Randy." Raechel ordered, giving Dave a quick kiss, and shoved him out the door.
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"Manda Leigh. Open this door right now?" Heather yelled, pounding on her best friend's door.
"What is so fucking important that you had to use my middle name?" Amanda asked, yanking the door open.
"Rae needs you down in her room, something about having to go over the next show script." John answered, knowing that Heather would start laughing any second.
"Couldn't this wait until tomorrow, when we're on our flight home?" Amanda questioned, knowing that Heather and John, along with Rae were up to something.
"No it can't. She's got to get it back to Steph, before we leave in the morning." Heather said, dragging Amanda down the hall to Rae's room.
"Heather Michelle, let go of my fucking arm now." Amanda demanded, pulling her arm out of Heather's grasp. The trio was almost to Rae's room when Heather looked up and saw Dave walking in.
"Alright, now whatever you do, don't kill Rae for dragging you down here. Our lives would be completely boring without her tackling big men down in hallways, like Dave." Heather said, laughing as Dave walked out of Rae's hotel room.
"Hey Amanda, go ahead and go in. Rae's not too happy about the changes to the show next week, so watch out." Dave said, walking past the three adults in the hall.
"I'll be fine Dave. I'm used to Rae's temper and her not liking shit by now. We've been friends since fuckin grade school." Amanda said, walking into the room.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Randy said, when Amanda walked into the main part of the room.
"I'm here for a meeting with Rae. What the fuck are you doing here?" Amanda shot back, not taking the cold glare off of Randy.
"I'm here for a…." Randy stopped before finishing. "We've been set up." He said, walking over to the door. "It's locked." Randy stated, trying to turn the knob.
"Well unlock it you dumbass." Amanda shot out, floppin down on Rae's bed and looking at a magazine.
"Now gee, why didn't I think of that. Oh wait, I did try and unlock it, but guess what. They've locked us in here some how." Randy said, as he started pounding on the door.
"Well that's fuckin great. You better figure out a way, short of jumping out the window that we can get out of here. I'm not spending my 3 days off with you." Amanda spat at him.
"Oh yeah, cause I really want to spend my time with you." Randy said, trying everything he could think of to unlock the door, when Rae's cell phone started ringing to Good Charlotte's 'Hold On'
"Chica, get me the fuck out of here now." Amanda threatened knowing the ring tone belonged to Heather.
"Sorry to burst your bubble Manda, but it's not Heather, and I'm not letting ya'll out until you guys can reach some sort of truce, or until you guys have fucked each other silly. The choice is yours. The hotel staff is also aware they aren't to let you out, unless the hotel is burning to the ground. There is enough food in the room, and enough drinks to last ya until it's time to go back on the road. You guys also have some clothes as well as your bathroom necessities. The rest of your things will be taken home by myself and Dave. You'll be let out in time to get to LA for the Hall of Fame Banquet, and for Mania. See you guys in Hollywood." Rae laughed evilly, before hanging up.
"What's going on?" Randy asked, seeing Amanda's face turn ghostly pale.
"We're stuck here until it's time to fly to LA for the Hall of Fame and for Mania. We have to reach some sort of truce or until, as Rae so nicely put it, fuck each other silly. The hotel has been told not to let us out, unless this building is on fire." Amanda said, throwing the phone across the bed.
"Well this is just fuckin great." Randy said, as the two shared dirty looks with each other.