Title: Don't Take That Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 7
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]
Jami sat on the bed, brushing her hair, alone in the room as Jeff had went to a
deli with Edge and Matt for lunch. A few moments later a knock came at the hotel
door. Knowing immediently who it was she threw open the door. Charity, Mags,
Tasha and Lita walked into the room.
"Where's Tweedle?" Jami asked, wondering where her baby sister was.
"She is working on some drawings" Tasha told her, plopping down on the
bed.
"Why can't we throw something at all the guys?" she asked. "Men
are pigs." Lita told them as she flopped down the bed. "Hmmm, my hurri-senses
are sensing that things are not going well with Citizen Edge and Citizen
Matt." Jami said.
"How'd ya guess?" Tasha asked sarcastically. "My psychic friend,
Miss Cleo, told me." Jami grinned. "Haha! I'm glad you find out pain
so funny!" Lita grumbled.
"C'mon guys! Smile, be happy!" Mags pouted. "I think you two need
to work your aggressions out in the gym!" Jami said. "Damn, why are
you so hyper?" Tasha asked. "No reason. C'Mon, let's all go to the gym
and workout." Jami once again suggested.
"Do we have too? Can't Mags and I just watch? We aren't the
wrestlers." Charity asked, wrinkling her nose. "C'mon, it'll be fun!
You don't have to do anything hard! You'll feel great!" Jami promised.
"I thought pregnant women aren't suppose to workout?" Mags asked.
"First off, pregnant women are allowed to work out as long as it's not
excessive. And who said I was pregnant?" Jami asked. "Your sister did,
like, five times last night." Charity reminded her. "My sister is a
koolaid addict who woudl accuse Jeff of being pregnant if she could get away
with it." Jami retorted.
"Now, everyone go get ready and meet me in the gym in five minutes. You
don't show up and I'll hunt you down and kick your ass." Jami told them as
the four women walked out of the room.
After they left, Jami quickly changed into another set of workout clothes
consisting of black, tight workout pants and a red sports bra. Jami stood in
front of a full length mirror as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Her
eyes wandered to her stomache reflected in the glass. Then she went to her
dresser and pulled out more pills, and downed them with more water.
She quietly slipped the pills under some clothes in her dresser before she
walked out of the room and headed for the gym
***
Jami was already working out when Tasha, Lita, Charity and Mags all showed up.
Jami was using a machine meant to strengthen abs.
"You better kiss your abs goodbye if your pregnant." Tasha told her.
"Okay, first off...I didn't even show when I was six months along. And
second, I have never said I was pregnant." Jami told them, concentrating on
her workout.
"I swear, if you get anymore perkier I WILL drop a dumb bell on your
head." Tasha growled. "If you do that then I can't tell you what Edge
and Matt were telling me last night." Jami teased.
"They talked to you? About us? What did they say?" Lita asked.
"Well...I guess I might as well tell you before you all gang up on
me." Jami laughed.
"When I was getting ready to go ref the match they pulled me aside and
asked what they could do to get you back. I don't remember all of it. But
basically I told them they needed to stop thinking in "we" mode and
start thinking about the two of you. I'm suppose to talk to them sometime about
it." Jami said.
"What do you mean by 'we' mode? What were they saying?" Tasha asked.
"Oh they wre just saying how they couldn't live without you two. That they
loved you. That they had apologized. Then I said all I was hearing was 'they's'
Okay, actually they were saying 'we' at the time, and you were 'them' but you
get the point. They were talking about them and not what you wanted. That's as
far as we got before I was announced." Jami said, moving to another machine
to do leg lifts.
"So they said that about us?" Tasha asked. "Yep"Jami said,
concentrating on her leg lifts. "ohhhhh, sounds like two guys we know are
pussy-whipped." Mags laughed. "Shaddup." Tasha laughed back.
"C'mon, let's head back to the room since we obviously aren't going to get
anything accomplished here." Jami said, leading them back to her room
Chapter 8
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