Title: Learning the Steps
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 Matt/Lita 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: Why can't anyone just get a long?
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]
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Matt wrapped an arm protectively around Lita as they walked into the hotel that night. Most of the fans didn't notice them because the Rock had entered seconds before them. They quickly skirted the fringe of the crowd. After they were in the elevator, away from fans ears and eyes, Matt spoke.
"So...I figured you were staying with Jami and Tasha...Edge will be in our room with Tasha...and Jami will likely be wandering around like Jeff will...so maybe we could go to your room and..." Matt let the sentence trail off suggestively.
"Well, actually...Jmai and I are sharing a room and Tasha is sharing one with Charity. The rooms are small so we split into pairs. And I have a feeling that Jami is moping in our room. And I think that she will need a friend." Lita said. "What?!? Why do you always have to be with her?" Matt asked.
"Matt, she is one of my best friends. She's really hurting right now. I want to be there for her." Lita defended herself. "Yeah, but you don't care enough about your boyfriend to spend time with him!" Matt pouted.
"That's right Matt. I'm going to do something awful like spend time with a distraught friend instead of having sex with my boyfriend. Oh, I'm sooo bad. You know, you could always go and try to find your brother. He's probably pretty upset. Why don't you go be a good brother and find him." Lita suggested in frustration.
"Oh, so now I'm not a good brother?" Matt accused. Lita reared back, hurt. "No! I was just saying that you should go find Jeff." "Whatever...I heard what you said the first time." Matt grumbled.
"Listen, just because I won't get rid of your woody for you, or that you are going to be left with a case of blue balls, it doesn't give you reason to act like a bitch to me. Now, I'm going to go be with my best friend because she doesn't expect anything from me but my friendship." Lita said, stalking off.
Jeff, who had heard the last few exchanges between them walked up next to his brother, both of them looking straight ahead. Finally Jeff spoke. "Ain't love a bitch?" "Oh shut up." Matt muttered
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Lita opened the door of the hotel room she shared. She found Jami laying on one of the beds. She was on her stomache, her face turned to one side, her arm hanging over the side of the bed, her hand barely brushing the floor.
"James...you alright?" Lita asked quietly as she shut the door behind her. Jami's brown hair was covering her face so when she talked, it lazily whispered out. "Yep..peachy keen. Moderately neato."
"I'll take that as a no." Lita said, not even attempting to hide her smile. "Why aren't you with Matt?" Jami asked. "We had a bit of a fight. I wanted to be here for you and he wanted to have sex." Lita told her.
Jami sat up quickly on the bed, folding her legs indian style on the bed. She brushed her hair out of her face. "Tell me you didn't just say that. I don't want you giving up any free time to be here for me if it's going to piss Matt off." "I want to be here for you!" Lita reminded her.
"Okay...I won't hound you to go and be with Matt...if you let me go talk to him for a few." jami told her. "Fine. Deal." Lita let her go from the room.
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Matt opened the door of his room to see that Jami was the one who had knocked. "Yeah?" He asked. "Can I come in for a second and talk to you?" Jami asked. "well, Jeffs' here too and Lita wanted to spend some time with you." matt told her. "I know...please?" Jami asked again.
Matt moved and let Jami in. Jami stood akwardly in the room for a few moments as Matt sat on his bed. Jeff was lying on his back in the other one, his hands behind his head. "I'm not leaving. You can kick me out of our marriage, but you can't kick me outta my room." Jeff smugly said.
Jami ignored him and went to kneel in front of Matt. "matt...ou have known me for a long time. YOu know how close Lita and I are. We may only play sisters on screen, but in real life we are as close as you can get to be. You know that I would go to all lengths for her. When she lost her memory I took time off so I could be there for her. SHe helped me when I lost Jeff and my precious baby. WHen Lita and you were having troubles, I was there for her to help her feel loved. Now it's my turn to feel unloved...and Lita wants to be there to help me pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. She loves you. Believe me." Jami pleaded. Matt nodded and Jami got to her feet.
She walked over to where Jeff was laying. She leaned down over him, placing an arm on each side of his head. She placed her face up next to his. "I did not kick you out of our marriage. You asked for a seperation. That means we seperate. You kicked ourself out. You left me. You kicked yourself in the ass." Jami whispered before turning and leaving.
Chapter 7
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