Why is there a phone ringing? There are no phones on the second floor yet. Wait, I'm not in North Carolina anymore. Right Anna, you're the General Manager of Raw. Now answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Good Morning Ms. Anna! This is the Hilton's Wake-Up Calling Service-"
"Thanks." I interrupted her and hung up. I need coffee and why is it so warm in here? I turned over and was met by a face quite close to my own.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed, falling out of the bed. I heard a laugh from above me and whoever that was had a nice view. I had stripped down to my underwear and put on an extra large shirt. I recognized that laugh and a small frown appeared on my face.
"Shut up Nero or I'll pull you down here with me!" I told him as I sat up. It only made him laugh more, so I grabbed him and pulled him to the floor. He fell just beside me, where I noticed his shirt or lack thereof. I really don't remember inviting him in here.
"Jeff, how did you get in here?" I asked him as he calmed down. He gave me a grin before answering me.
"I convinced the hotel clerk downstairs to give me the other key to your room." He replied, grinning widely.
"How?" On second thought, maybe I don't want to know…
"I told her that I was your assigned bodyguard and needed to check on you. She actually believed me too." I shook my head at him and made a mental note to always give Jeff the extra key to my room. Otherwise, he'll just keep getting it from the hotel clerk anyway.
"I think it was more of the fact that Jeff Hardy was standing in front of her and talking to her." I stated, standing up.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked him, picking up the phone. He took it from me and pushed me towards the bathroom.
"I got this. You go get your shower and get dressed. And try to leave some hot water for me!" he finished, as I went inside the bathroom with my clothes. I took a quick shower to leave some hot water for him. I put on my favorite Reaper shirt along with black jeans and boots. The shirt had a lethal looking Grim Reaper on it and had my name across the back. Under my name was a quote by Stone Cold Steve Austin, a good friend of mine.
"Anna's the girl you see at everyone's funeral saying 'I'm here for your soul!' with a grin on her face, with everyone looking at her like WTF?"
I walked out of the bathroom and was hit with the smell of pancakes and bacon. I love Jeff; he knew exactly what I wanted to eat. I found him at the table in the living room part of my suite. He had put on a shirt and was waiting for me. We ate quickly realizing the time and how long until our flight. Jeff took a shower while I gathered up my things and packed. After I had finished packing I realized Jeff had brought his stuff into my room. I shook my head with a small smile just as he came out in cargo pants and a Hardyz shirt. We left our things in my room, while we went to be a rooster at the crack of dawn. Jeff went to wake up Matt first, while I headed for Batista's room.
"Wakey, wakey Dave. We got a flight to catch." I knocked on his door loudly as I said this. No answer, not a sound.
"Batista, get your butt up and at 'em, before I make you get on that plane with whatever you have on now!" I heard someone get up and dash to what I assumed was the bathroom; I grinned in triumph.
"I'm up!" came Dave's voice, still a bit sleepy sounding. Something tells me he wasn't wearing anything. I moved on to Mickie's room and she was already awake. The two of them offered to help wake up everyone. The three of us walked around together to all the rooms and they introduced me to whomever we woke up. I assumed we were going to wake up Chris Jericho now, sine we had avoided this room until almost the very last. I stood behind Mickie, so that I wouldn't punch Jericho as soon as he opened the door.
"Hey Chris, get up. We have a flight to catch." Mickie knocked on his door. We heard a groan and then footsteps approaching the door. A sleepy and angry looking Jericho answered the door; he looked from Mickie to me and seemed to jolt awake. He got a mischievous smirk on his face and his stance straightened. I hate Jericho, but I admit he's not bad looking. Smirks don't help his looks any either. Something tells me I'm going to punch him within the next two minutes…
"Ah, our new General Manager. The infamous Reaper, do you know how many people are dying to knock you out?"
"Yes, just about everybody." I replied amazingly keeping my voice calm. I used to be a great fan of Jericho's, then he got into this feud with Shawn and then he "matured". I really liked the old Jericho; he was better than the new Jericho. A minute and a half…
"Did you know that your precious friend Shawn is a pathetic—" I didn't let him finish and socked him in the jaw. Mickie pushed me away from him and Dave held me around the waist.
"Thank you; just don't lose your job over me." I knew that was what Shawn would say if he were here right now. He would be smiling and holding me around the waist, just as Dave was doing. Jericho was holding his jaw and clenching his teeth in pain. I had hit him hard enough to knock him to the floor, where he still sat.
"Get ready; our flight leaves is in two hours." Mickie told him and closed his door in front of him. Everyone else didn't give us a hard time, not even Beth and Santino who were sharing a room. Then it came time to wake Kane, which I told Mickie and Dave to stay back. They didn't want to listen to me, but moved back towards my room at the other end of the hallway.
"Hey Kane, wakey-wakey eggs and bacon. Now, get your butt up! We have a flight to catch in two hours!" I banged on his door until I heard him get up. He was growling and mumbling, but yelled that he was awake. I gave a thumbs up to Mickie and Dave as I walked back towards them. Jeff came out of Matt's room; Matt following out behind him. Mickie said she was going to have breakfast with the other Divas. She left with a final wave to us.
"Why are you two still here?" I asked the brothers. They gave me a shrug of the shoulders and then seemed to think about it.
"We're traveling together for a while. So, you'll be seeing us a lot lately." Matt answered, giving me a one-armed hug. I didn't mind that; I really didn't want them to leave me so soon.
"Why are we going downstairs?" I asked Jeff, who walked behind me. He seemed to snap out of his thoughts and asked me what I said. I repeated the question and motioned to the other two.
"They haven't eaten yet. So, I guess we're heading down to keep them company." He answered me and then seemed to sink back into his thoughts. Wonder what he's thinking so hard about? Once we got off the elevator, I jumped onto Jeff's back with a laugh.
"What's wrong Jeff?" I whispered in his ear.
"Just thinking about how much I missed you."
"Liar. I've known you for years now Jeff. I know when you're lying to me." He sighed and said he'd tell me later. I nodded and he carried me towards the hotel restaurant. The hotel clerk stopped us saying I had a package. I didn't order anything; if I do, I send to the house. Our hotels don't give us the gifts from fans, so who sent it?