Title: Don't Take That Step
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). Charity and Mags also own themselves and if you try to take them
you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Jami/Jeff
sequel. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. 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: Ever get the feeling that people are talking about you?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been
suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]
Jami stood behind the curtain watching Tasha and Lita tag team against Ivory and
Molly Holly. Tasha executed a picture perfect moonsault on Ivory. Then she
executed a pedigree on her but the cover was broken when Molly jumped in the
ring and pulled Tasha off.
Lita immediently speared Molly for her troubles. While that was happening, Tasha
had given Ivory a quick elbow to the chest. Finally the referee counted to
three.
"Hey girl, Like the show?" Tasha asked as they came backstage.
"You two did wonderfully! Congrats!" Jami said. "You up
next?" Lita asked. "yep, Shane and I are going out to demand Stephanie
defend her title belt now." Jami said.
"Yep! And Jami's going to give my sister a good ass whippin'!" Shen
said as he walked over to them
***
Jami went back to the locker room after her match with Stephanie. She had lost
to Stephanie at the planned end when Triple H had jumped in the ring, pedigree'd
Jami, while Steph distracted the referee. The ending had been planned, but the
rest of the match was unplanned. It had went exceptionally well since the girls
hadn't wrestled against each other a lot before.
Tasha and Lita were both in the locker room when she came in. "Hey, are you
okay?" Lita asked. Jami nodded as she sunk onto the bench. "are you
sure? It looked like you had trouble getting up from a few of the bumps."
Tasha said. "No...just a little sore. Steph and I are still getting use to
each other in the ring." Jami said.
"Do you want to go out with us tonight?" Lita asked. "No, I just
want to go back to the hotel, maybe work out a few kinks." Jami said.
"Okay, I think Jeff is going to come with us. You want us to drop you off
at the hotel?" Lita asked. "yeah, let's go." Jami said.
"Okay, are you sure you don't want to get anything to eat with us?"
Tasha asked. "Nah, I'll grab something at the hotel."
***
Later that night Jeff came back from where the group had been to find Jami
curled up in a fetal position, crying on the bed. "Baby, what's
wrong?" Jeff asked, kneeling on the floor next to her.
Jami sniffled loudly and gestured towards the TV. "Patch Adams...movie...on
TV." Jami hiccuped (I had you all worried there for a minute, now didn't
I?)
Jeff smiled, Jami was awfully emotional these days. "Was it sad?" he
asked her. Jami tearfully nodded. "People laugh, people die...I cry."
Jami said.
That's when Jeff noticed the white kitten curled up next to her. "Let me
guess? This our week to take the kittens?" Jami nodded. "Yeah, Nero is
under the bed. I'll take them with me tomorrow when Tasha, Lita and I go to our
house for the photo shoot." Jami said.
Jeff nodded as he scratched the kitten behind the ears. "Diva and I have
been talking a lot tonight." Jami said before going into the bathroom. Jeff
picked the kitten up and looked into her tiny face. "Diva, what's wrong
with her?" he asked after a few moments.
"You know what? I wish people would stop asking that. Stop talking about me
when they think I'm not around. Stop wondering about me. No one seems to care
what *I* think, only what they think. You know, I don't think one person has
asked me what is really wrong. Everyone just guesses. Well, I'm sick of
it!" Jami stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking upset.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Jeff asked. "No! I'm not going to tell you!
It's to late for that. Keep Assuming. Maybe you are right. Who knows. The hell
with this! I'm getting out of here. DO NOT COME AFTER ME!" Jami yelled as
she stormed out of the hotel room.
Jeff sighed and looked at the kitten. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
Chapter 11
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