A night with the undertaker

Room Service

Forcing myself not to watch him walk away, I close the door in front of me, then turn around, leaning against it.

"What just happened?" I ask myself, confused.

I don't know what got into me. One minute I'm standing there about to yell at Jeff, and the next I'm stuttering in front of the man I've had a crush on for years. "This is not good..not good at all."

Just as the words slip out of my mouth, a thud, followed by a hard knock, comes from the other side of my door.

Hoping that it's Mark again, back to finish the slight seduction that he just started, I quickly turn around and open the door in front of me, mentally preparing myself for what's about to happen. "Your....not who I expected."

"And who did you expect?" Jeff says, slightly pushing me aside, and stepping into the room, before I get a chance to answer him. "My brother? Ahh, with what you're wearing, I'm guessing you were planning on seducing him. Let me just go get-"

Before Jeff can even take a step outside of my room or finish what he's about to say, I take my free hand, that's not holding my towel up, and push him backwards, almost knocking him flat on his butt. "Oh no, you dont. The only thing you will be doing is taking a seat over there and staying put until I'm ready to go."

"Ooh, feisty," he says, quickly regaining his footing, and making his way over to the bed, where I demanded him to sit. "No wonder my brother likes you."

"Whatever," I say, shaking my head, before closing the door to the hallway, and making my way back to the bathroom. "Just behave yourself while I'm in the shower and try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone."

"Yes, Mom!" I hear him say before I close the door, silencing him, and my thoughts of the Undertaker....for the moment anyway.

***

After quickly taking a shower and stepping into an outfit that I let Jeff pick out for me, I examine myself in the mirror and wonder if I really should go out tonight.

True, I love hanging out with Matt and Jeff, but ever since Matt and I started dating, or better yet, ever since Matt and Lita started dating, Jeff had gotten it into his head that Matt and I were meant to be together.

He had also gotten it into his head that Matt was in love with me, and that his, Jeff's, goal in life was to help me realize that, in fact, I did love Matt back, which I do...but just as a friend.

"Why can't he understand that?" I thought to myself, looking down at the clothes that I was wearing; a black baby-tee, and black hip-hugging leather pants, which were accompanied by a black thong, if I might add.

By looking at the outfit, I could tell that Jeff was up to no good and was going to use tonight as another excuse to put me and Matt together, which made me wonder why I even bothered.

Just as the question entered my head, it was quickly replaced by a flashback of Mark at my door, wearing all leather; causing me to reach out and grab a hold of the sink, before my Jello-feeling legs gave out on me.

"Now, I remember. To keep my mind off of other things."

Waiting until all feeling is back in my legs, I take one last look in the mirror, before opening the bathroom door, making my way back out to the bedroom.....and am literally spellbound by what I see when I get there.

"Jeff, what the hell do you think your doing?"

Startled by my voice Jeff drops my journal, that he was trying to break into, and panics as he sees he's been caught, snooping.

"Ames! Your done? I mean...that was quick, I mean...I'm sorry, don't kill me, I'm too young to die."

Watching him ramble on, while begging for forgiveness, I can't help but smile even though a part of me knows I should be yelling at him for invading my privacy, while another part of me knows I should be panicking because he could've read one of my intimate entries.

Instead of doing either though, I end up trying to smother the laughter that is taking over me, but end up failing horribly.

"Wh-what's so funny?" Jeff says, confused, after the realization that I'm not yelling at him sets in.

"Nothing," I say, wiping away the laughter tears that are coming down my face at the moment, "I was just wondering what all your female fans would think if they saw you right now; over-dramatically begging a girl for your life. 'Oh, please dear Amy, don't kill me, I'm too young and too good looking to die."

"Ha, ha, very funny," Jeff says, sarcastically; rolling his eyes at me before snorting in my direction as he sidesteps me, and makes his way towards the door leading out into the hallway. "When you decide to grow up, you'll know where to find me."

"Yep," I say, not bothering to turn around, and watch him step out into the hallway, with a frown on his face, "downstairs in the lobby, pouting."

With that being said, the door behind me slams shut, making it the second time today that Jeff has left me and my slight laughter behind.