Title: Don't Take That Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 6
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: Jami's a psycho bitch, who knows what is going to happen with her next.
*L* Okay, so I haven't finished writing the chapter yet and I'm going to write
it off the top of my head so I can't give you a summary. Same thing.
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]
Traci laughed loudly while they were watching "the Watcher". It was a
movie about a seriel killer who is playing a game with the detective in charge
of his case. It was at the part where he strangles one of his victims when Traci
began to laugh.
"Are you on crack?" Jami asked her sister, who snorted with laughter.
"Why the hell do you care?" Traci answered. Jami knew her baby sister
was only joking, that was one of their inside jokes. "'Cause, if you go
home and start trying to snort the salt, Mom is going to kill me!" Jami
told her.
"Wait, what the hell am I talking about? I'm a grown woman! I can't be
spanked anymore!" Jami laughed. "The hell you can't!" Jeff
laughed.
The group laughed as Jami smacked his arm. "You siiiiccckkk frrreeeaakkkk."
Jami imitated the Rock. "That's not what you said last night!" Jeff
retorted. "You're right. I said, 'No...not tonight...can't you read a book
or something?'". Jami grinned as the group ohhhh'd over that comment.
"Oh yeah! Wanna fight?" Jeff joked. "Hey baby, wanna
wrestle?" Jami asked in her sleaziest voice. "Yah! That's what I want
to do last night!" Jeff pouted.
"Awwww, is Jeffie not getting any?" Edge teased. "yeah, he always
does get pretty bitchy when he isn't getting any." Matt laughed. "This
coming from the kings of not getting any." Jeff shot back.
"Now boys! No fighting until I get the proper bets taken!" Mags said,
sitting up on the bed. Charity sat up too, "My bet is that Jami will kick
all their asses!"
"Yeah, pregnant women are tough bitches!" Traci said. Jami gave a
strangled cry before leaping off Jeff's lap and forcing her sister onto her
back. She pinned Traci's arms down, using her knees. Then she grabbed Traci's
legs from behind her and rolled her up like it was a pin. Shane Helms gave her a
quick count to three.
"Jami, when did you learn that move?" Tasha asked. "A few days
ago. I'm going to use it as my signature pin. I just have to name it." Jami
announced as she got off her sister.
Jami crawled back into Jeff's lap and they all begun to watch the movie again
***
Jeff slowly began to open his eyes, as his hands groped the empty part of the
bed beside him. Jami was already up? That was definately odd. Jami would never
get up before noon unless it was required.
He slowly sat up, pushing his hair back as his gaze looked around the room. The
clock on the beside table told him that it was almost 8 in the morning.
Jeff grunted as he layed back in the bed, again wondering about Jami's
whereabouts. She had been acting odd lately. Keeping to herself, joking around
once in awhile, but mainly not saying much. Before he could think to much about
it the door of the hotel opened and Jami walked into the room.
Jeff watched her through his slitted eyes. She was wearing a pair of track pants
and a sports bra. Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail with a few
tendrils hanging in her eyes.
Jeff watched as Jami took a couple of pills and downed a bottle of water with
them. He sat up and she looked at him suprised. "You're awake! I thought
you'd sleep most of the day away." She grinned. "What are you
doing?" he asked her, yawning.
"Oh, I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. So I went for a quick
workout in the gym downstairs. It's a pretty nice place. And I was starting to
get a headache, so I took a few tylenol." Jami told him, giving him wide
innocent eyes.
Jeff smiled and patted the bed next to him. Jami quickly slipped up next to him
and he kissed the top of her head. "Wanna go take a shower?" he asked
her. "Sure, let's go!"
Chapter 7
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