Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 9
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]
"Angel, get your ass up and answer to your mistakes!" Sinful yelled as she
stormed into the medic room. Angel gingerly sat up on the gourney where the
medic was hovering over her. Shannon trailed behind Sinful, trying to calm her
down.
"What?" Angel asked. "You should have tagged us in." Sinful spat. "Excuse me, I
had Jeff locked in an STF Submission move until you guys distracted me." Angel
defended.
"What? You're blaming this on us?" Sinful pouted. Angel felt the guilt creep
into her body. "No, no, that's not it."Angel said apologietically.
"Good, cause we know it's not our fault you had a lapse of good judgement."
Sinful sneered. "Come on Sinful, leave her alone." Shannon broke in.
"God, you both are so pathetic." sinful shouted as she stormed out of the room.
Shannon turned back to Angel. "Are you okay?"
"My thigh is killing me. The doc says we'll have to wait a few days to see how
injured it is. Until then, no wrestling on it for me." Angel said,
absentmindedly rubbing her thigh, completely unaware of Shannon's hand moving up
and down her thigh too.
***
"You sure you don't want to come out and get some drinks with us?" Kali asked,
wrapping her arms around Shannon's waist. "No, really, that's okay. I just want
to go home and relax." Jaylynn reassured her.
"You know you're always welcome to come out with us." Shannon told her and
Jaylynn nodded. "I know. But really, I just wanna go home, go from being WWE's
Angel to being the bum that is Jaylynn."
"Well, I guess we'll see you in a few days then. We're going to head up to
Kali's place in Canada this week." Shannon reported. "Have fun." Jaylynn smiled
as she picked up her bags and hurried out to her car.
***
Jaylynn threw her bags down in her front hall before immediently heading towards
her room. She grabbed her favorite bummin' around pajama's and headed for the
shower. An hour later she re-emerged, feeling like herself for the first time in
the last few days. Her wet hair was pulled back off her face in a ponytail and
there wasn't a stitch of makeup on her face. Her PJ's were a long sleeved shirt
with pants that had dancing teddy bears on them.
Grateful to be alone she plopped down on her living room couch, a pint of double
chocolate chip ice cream in her hands and her TV playing old Nick at Nite
reruns. A contented sigh left her lips just moments before her doorbell rang.
She opened the door to reveal a man with a bouquet of roses for a head. When he
lowered the roses a bit she saw that he did have a head, in fact, he had the
head of Shane McMahon.
"Shane, what are you doing here?" Jaylynn sputtered. "I know you said you wanted
to be alone tonight, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I had to see you."
Shane grinned sheepishly.
"Who died?" Jaylynn asked, pointing to the roses. "You don't like them?" Shane
asked, looking terribly hurt.
"Oh, I do like them. I love them! I guess I'm not use to seeing so many. How
many are there?" Jaylynn asked. Shane grinned, "Two dozen. No price is to
great."
"Let me see if I can find a vase for these. Come in." Jaylynn said as Shane
followed her into the kitchen. After an extensive serach she realized she didn't
own a vase. Deciding to improvise she emptied out her carton of semi-old milk,
filled it with water and stuck the roses in it.
"There, beautiful." She stated, gazing at the flowers. "Yes, you are." Shane
said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Shane, what
are you doing here? I Can't think about us if your here." Jaylynn said.
"Why not? If your going to make a deicison about us, I should be here too."
Shane said. "Shane...we are so different. It won't work." Jaylynn sighed, still
enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.
"What do you mean?" Shane asked. "We're different. You live in places that reek
of money, I have a small apartment house. Your Conneticut and I'm North
Carolina. You bring expensive, beautiful roses and I don't own a vase." Jaylynn
said.
"I'll buy you a vase. Hell, I'll buy you two dozen vases. It doesn't matter how
different we are. What matter is how we feel. I want to go to those boring,
fancy, charity balls with you on my arm. I want to go eat hot dogs courtside at
a Knicks game. I wanna pick you up for a date and whisk you to Paris." Shane
whispered in her ear.
All those things did sound good to her. To leave behind her life and pretend to
be rolling in money. Jaylynn leaned back into Shane's embrace and nodded to
herself.
Chapter 10