Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 10
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). And I use the wrestlers
wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all
you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: New Story
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
Jaylynn poured herself a bowl of cornflakes the next morning. She flung herself
out across her couch and began watching Spongebob Squarepants on TV. A few
minutes later Shane McMahon stumbled sleepily out of the bedroom clad in only a
pair of silk boxers.
"Do you have anything to eat?" He asked. "Cornflakes?" Jaylynn mumbled through a
mouthful.
"Any real food? Like bacon, eggs, waffles..." Shane asked. "Hey, we're lucky
that I have milk that hasn't reached the expiration date yet." Jaylynn told him.
Shane scatched his stomache absentmindedly, thinking over his options. Jaylynn
finally raised her eyes from the cartoon and sighed, "I might have some oatmeal.
Do you want me to fix you some?" she asked. Shane's face lighted up and he
nodded. "Sit down and I'll fix you some you big baby." Jaylynn smiled.
Once in the kitchen she searched her cabinets again and found a cup of
microwaveable oatmeal. After nuking it a few minutes she dumped it in a bowl,
grabbed a spoon and a glass of orange juice and brought it out to Shane.
"Thank you." he smile, taking it from her. He sat the bowl on the coffee table
and took a sip of orange juice. An odd look crossed his face as he struggled to
swallow. "What is this?" he choked out.
Jaylynn took a sip from his glass and it tasted fine to her. "It's orange
juice." she said. "Where the hell did you get the oranges from?" Shane said,
looking at the glass in disgust.
Jaylynn giggled, "From an AE carton. I don't use fresh squeezed." "Oh, I guess
I'm just use to the fresh stuff." Shane said, taking a spoonful of oatmeal and
the same odd look cross his face.
"Now what?" Jaylynn asked, taking the spoon from Shane and tasting the oatmeal
herself. "It tastes like crap...just like oatmeal usually does."
"How'd you cook it?" Shane asked. "I put it in the microwave." Jaylynn said.
"The microwave?!?" Shane exclaimed, eyeing the oatmeal like it was a snake about
to bite him. Jaylynn sighed as she stood up and grabbed Shane's hand to pull him
up.
"Come on, let's get dressed." Jaylynn said. "Why?" Shane asked. "So we can go to
the grocery store and get you some real food."
***
The couple entered the small mom and pop grocery store dressed as discreetly as
possible. Jaylynn was dressed in a pair of baggy black jeans, a black
sweatshirt, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, the end pushed through a
baseball cap that was pulled down low on her forehead and a pair of sunglasses
over her eyes.
Shane wore a pair of black dress pants, a black button down shirt, a black
leather jacket, a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses.
Holding hands they cruised the aisles, Jaylynn carrying the shopping basket.
"Where's the cappaccino mixes?" Shane asked. Jaylynn chucked at how cute he
looked so out of place and confused in the country store. She leaned over and
gently kissed him, "Sorry, I think they are out." she told him
"Well, I guess what we have will do. Lets go pay and get out of here. I'm
starving." Shane urged. Jaylynn sat the basket of food on the counter as the
older gentleman added it up. Jaylynn reached for the money she had slipped into
her pocket but Shane stopped her as he pulled out his billfold. Neither of them
realized they were being watched.
Chapter 11