Title: One Step Back
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 20 out of 21
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). This is the sequel to "Take That Step" you find the address to that story in my signature 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 is a little anxious to know what is going on with Matt and Lita...can Jeff stop her from doing something crazy?
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"UGH! I can't stand this! It's like one of those movies where you know you're missing something important but you just HAD to go to the bathroom! Why didn't we put security camera's in the living room? Or at least microphones!" Jami yelled to Jeff from their private bathroom just off the bedroom. "I know, why don't you just scale down from the balcony and peek through the windows?" Jeff yelled back.
Jami walked out of the bathroom in a pair of flannel pants and a tank top. "Hmmmmm, that's an idea. Do we have any rope?" Jami asked him, putting her hair up into a messy bun. Jeff rolled his eyes from where he was laying on the bed. He had his hair pulled back in a messy bun and was wearing only a pair of boxers. "No, we don't have any rope! Why are you so obsessed with what is going on between Matt and Lita downstairs?" Jeff asked.
Jami jumped onto the bed, sitting on her knees. "I have a problem. It's like a soap opera addiction! I just, I just can't quit!!" Jami cried with mock drama. Jeff grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down on top of him. "Wouldn't you rather stay here and be alone with me?" he asked, kissing her. Jami thought about it for a moment before playfully smacking his chest. "Nope, I wanna know what's going on with them!" she said, jumping up into a standing position on the bed.
She started to leap off the bed but Jeff grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down onto the bed. "They don't need your help." he told her. "yeah, but I need something to eat...yeah, that's it. I'm hungry! I'll be right back!" Jami cried, rolling off the bed.
Jeff made a grab for her and only managed to get a handful of her pants. He almost pulled them off, but Jami managed to grab them just in time. "Ya know, if you pulled my clothes off, I'd still go down there. Do you really want Matt to see me naked?" she asked him, walking towards the door. "No! But I do!" He shot back. Jami grabbed one of Jeff's headbands off the dresser and balled it up and threw it at him. It smacked him in the head as she ran out the door.
Jami ran over to Tasha's room and quietly knocked on the door. Tasha opened the door wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "Have you heard anything from Lita?" Jami asked. "Nope, why?" Tasha answered. "Because, I'm gonig to sneak down the stairs and peek into the living room." Jami told her. "why?" Tasha asked, confused. "Because, Jeff wouldn't let me scale off our bedroom balcony to the living room window." Jami explained. Tasha nodded like that explained it all. "I'll go with you."
Chapter 21
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