Title: Back to Good
Author: Jami Lynn 
Chapter: 1
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. Wanna try and take us, come on...give it a try! The song belongs to Enya. 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: What happens when you finally realize the truth?
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 in the small coffee room at the arena two nights later. She had avoided Tasha, Adam and Jeff with all she had. Not sure of what to say to the other. The WWF grapevine was up and running in super shape, as the next morning Jami had heard that Tasha and Adam had broken up too, for the fact that Tasha was in love with Jeff and Adam was in love with Jami. Jami groaned to herself as she could only imagine what the word was about her and Jeff. 

Jami brushed a strand of hair out of her face as she filled a styrofoam cup with the dark, hot liquid. She crinkled her nose in disgust. She hated coffee. The only reason she was drinking it now was to give her a caffiene boost. She hadn't been sleeping well in days. It had started even before Jeff had left her alone in their hotel room. 

Jami heard the door open behind her. There were to entryways to this little coffee room. One from out in the hallway leading to the ring, and one on the other side, leading towards the locker rooms. 

Jami felt someone step up beside her and she begin to make her way over to the area that contained all the sugars, cream and stir sticks on it. 

Her hand froze in midair as she recognized the pinky ring on the hand that had reached out for a cup to pour coffee into. It was Tasha. 

Jami bit her lip and slowly turned to face her friend. It held the same echo of sadness and pain that her own face held. "Hey Tash...um, how have you been?" Jami asked hesitantly. This was the moment when she would know whether or not Tasha was going to throw her to the ground and pour the hot coffee on her face. Jami almost wished she would. Maybe the physical pain would make her feel better inside.

Tasha faced her, her hand holding the stryofoam cup trembled softly. "I'm...okay...moderately...I feel like hell." Tasha sighed. "I...I really was sorry to hear about you and Adam splitting up." Jami told her, hoping tears wouldn't come to her eyes. 

Jami was slightly suprised when Tasha looked her straight in the eye and said, "I was really sorry to hear about you and Jeff too. I think this has been hard on all of us." Jami nodded. "yeah, and I hope I don't lose your friendship in the midst of this craziness." 

"I hope I don't lose yours. Or Adam's. Or Jeff's. Everything just got so crazy so fast." Tasha told her. Jami believed everyword she was saying. 

Before Jami could reply to Tasha, the opposite door opened and Jeff walked in. He gulped nervously as he spotted Jami and Tasha both standing next to the coffee maker, talking. He wasn't quite sure if he should go over there. They might jump him and kill him. But the door slammed loudly behind him, letting both of the women know he was there.

Jami's eyes quickly filled with unshed tears and Tasha's opened widely in suprise. Wow, Talk about an akward moment, Jeff thought. He nodded to both women as he walked towards them. Jami moved further down the table and began dumping sugars into her coffee. Tasha filled her cup up as Jeff reached for one himself. No one said anything. 

"Are you okay, Jami?" Tasha asked, worriedly after a few moments. Jami didn't remove her eyes from her cup, "yeah, why?" "Because you just pored, like, 15 sugars into your coffee." Tasha told her. 

"That's because she hates the taste of coffee." Jeff replied without thinking. Without having to look up, he could feel the women's eyes on him. What he had said only reminded them all of Jami and Jeff's history together. 

"yeah." Jami softly whispered as she moved over to sit on a chair next to a radio. What happened next suprised them all. Adam walked in the door. 

This time it was Tasha's turn to look at him with unshed tears while Jami looked on shock. She thought these things only happened in the movies. Jami shook her head, this wasn't a movie. It was her life. All their lives. 

Adam nodded and looked down at the floor, not knowing what to do next. He took a place next to Jeff hesitantly, wondering if Jeff was going to pour the rest of the pot over his head. Instead Jeff simply moved down the replace the spot where Tasha had just stood, putting sugar in his coffee.

Tasha walked to sit caddy-corner from Jami, in a chair. Both of the girls stared into their drinks, occasionally taking small sips from them. 

Adam turned to Jeff, "Listen Man..." he started to say, but Jeff looked at him and his gaze said it all. He knew what Adam was going through. He didn't hate him. Adam was his friend, always would be. "I know." was all Jeff said. Adam nodded his thanks before turning back to his coffee. 

Jeff sat in another corner, where the walls met from Jami and Tasha's corners. Everyone immediently knew where Adam would go. As guessed, he went to sit in the chair caddycorner from Jeff. 

An eerie silence filled the room, making everyone there uncomfortable. "Mind if I?" Jami said, gesturing to the radio. "Sure..yeah, go for it." came the replies from the other corners of the room. 

The D.J. from the local station had just finished playing the last song, and was putting a new one on. "This one goes out to all those men and women who wish they could get it back to good." The song that followed was ironically fitting for the moment, as all four stared into their cups, afraid to look up.

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it�s nothing, it�s so normal 
you just stand there I could say so much 
but I don�t go there cuz I don�t want to 
I was thinking if you were lonely 
maybe we could leave here and no one would know 
at least not to the point that we would think so 

everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about somebody else 
it�s best if we all keep it under our heads 
I couldn�t tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do 
but I�m lonely now, and I don�t know how 
to get it back to good 

this don�t mean that, you own me 
this ain�t no good, in fact it�s phony as hell 
but things worked out just like you wanted too 
if you see me out you don�t know me 
try to turn your head, try to give me some room 
to figure out just what I�m going to do 

and everyone here, hates everyone here for doing just like they do 
it�s best if we all keep this quiet instead 
and I couldn�t tell, why everyone here was doing me like they do 
but I�m sorry now, and I don�t know how 
to get it back to good 

everyone here, is wondering what it�s like to be with 
somebody else 
everyone here�s to blame, everyone here 
gets caught up in the pleasure of the pain, everyone hides 
shades of shame, but looking inside we�re the same, we�re the same 
and we�re all grown now, but we don�t know how to get it back to good 

everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking �bout somebody else 
it�s best if we all keep this under our heads 
I couldn�t tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do 
but it�s over now, and I don�t know how, it�s over now 
there�s no getting back to good  

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