Chapter 1
It was April 14th and most of the WWF wrestlers were out celebrating Amy's birthday. She was twenty-six years old and her life couldn't have been more perfect. Over the past few months, she had gained more fans. She was classed as one of the top female wrestlers, a high flyer and a daredevil, a role model as well. People, especially girls, could look up to Amy to achieve their dreams and be themselves. Her relationship with her mother had grown over the years. She was always there when Amy needed her and for that, she was grateful. She also had Matt and Jeff in her life. She loved them both and admired their courage and determination for life. Separately and together, they all fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Of her life was a jigsaw, it would be almost complete, except for the missing part; a befriend.
The music pounded through the speakers as they danced and wished her happy birthday. Amy was having a great time and she didn't want the night to end. They only thing that could have made the night more ideal would be to have her parents there with her. But she had spoken to them earlier over the phone so it wasn't a big deal anymore. Jeff came back to the table, setting the drinks down. He sat down, complimenting Amy on how nice she looked. She was wearing a short, spaghetti strap dress on a deep red shade, courteous of all the divas as a combined present but also buying separate gifts for her. Her hair was left down but she had curled it as it cascaded down her back.
"A quick announcement folks," the DJ informed into the microphone. "Happy birthday to Amy Dumas from all the WWF wrestlers, especially Matt and Jeff Hardy." With that, the music started back up as Amy laughed at everyone at the table as they all gave her goofy grins. Adam offered her to dance and she accepted so they walked to the dance floor. Matt had hardly talked to her since that morning, as everyone wanted to spend some time with her. But he figured he would do something for her the next day. He watched as she danced with Adam, noting how happy she was. From the first day they had met, Matt knew that Amy was special. Over the years, he watched her succeed in life and was pleased for her.
She came back to the table a few minutes later and sat next to Matt. It was getting late so he offered her a lift back to the hotel. She nodded then quickly finished off the rest of her drink before grabbing her jacket and headed out of the club. They drove back to the hotel whilst listening to Pearl Jam. They talked about everything and anything throughout the twenty- minute journey. When they got there, they walked to their rooms. Matt escorted Amy to hers. They went into her room and sat ion the bed, putting the TV on.
"Thanks for the necklace," she said gratefully, referring to the platinum gold one Matt had bought her. "No problem. I figured you'd like it. Listen, I'd better go back to my room. Seeing as we've hardly spent much time together today, I have something planned for tomorrow," he replied. He said goodnight to her and kissed her on the cheek before exiting the room and going to his own, which he was sharing with Jeff. He changed out of his jeans and shirts and fell into bed. He thought back to the first day they had ever met at an independent show, to when she came to the WWF, to how happy she looked at the club. Her face remained appended in his mind as he dozed off. When he woke at fir, Amy's face was still etched in his mind, every single detail of her beauty. Matt had the urge to just walk into her room and confess is feelings. 'Wait, what feelings? She's just my best friend. Surely I'm not in love with her! Yet, why can't I stop thinking about how perfect she is?' he thought sadly to himself. Surprised at the way he felt. But the ore he realised it, the more he discovered his newfound emotions. 'God, what am I going to do?' he thought.
It was April 14th and most of the WWF wrestlers were out celebrating Amy's birthday. She was twenty-six years old and her life couldn't have been more perfect. Over the past few months, she had gained more fans. She was classed as one of the top female wrestlers, a high flyer and a daredevil, a role model as well. People, especially girls, could look up to Amy to achieve their dreams and be themselves. Her relationship with her mother had grown over the years. She was always there when Amy needed her and for that, she was grateful. She also had Matt and Jeff in her life. She loved them both and admired their courage and determination for life. Separately and together, they all fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Of her life was a jigsaw, it would be almost complete, except for the missing part; a befriend.
The music pounded through the speakers as they danced and wished her happy birthday. Amy was having a great time and she didn't want the night to end. They only thing that could have made the night more ideal would be to have her parents there with her. But she had spoken to them earlier over the phone so it wasn't a big deal anymore. Jeff came back to the table, setting the drinks down. He sat down, complimenting Amy on how nice she looked. She was wearing a short, spaghetti strap dress on a deep red shade, courteous of all the divas as a combined present but also buying separate gifts for her. Her hair was left down but she had curled it as it cascaded down her back.
"A quick announcement folks," the DJ informed into the microphone. "Happy birthday to Amy Dumas from all the WWF wrestlers, especially Matt and Jeff Hardy." With that, the music started back up as Amy laughed at everyone at the table as they all gave her goofy grins. Adam offered her to dance and she accepted so they walked to the dance floor. Matt had hardly talked to her since that morning, as everyone wanted to spend some time with her. But he figured he would do something for her the next day. He watched as she danced with Adam, noting how happy she was. From the first day they had met, Matt knew that Amy was special. Over the years, he watched her succeed in life and was pleased for her.
She came back to the table a few minutes later and sat next to Matt. It was getting late so he offered her a lift back to the hotel. She nodded then quickly finished off the rest of her drink before grabbing her jacket and headed out of the club. They drove back to the hotel whilst listening to Pearl Jam. They talked about everything and anything throughout the twenty- minute journey. When they got there, they walked to their rooms. Matt escorted Amy to hers. They went into her room and sat ion the bed, putting the TV on.
"Thanks for the necklace," she said gratefully, referring to the platinum gold one Matt had bought her. "No problem. I figured you'd like it. Listen, I'd better go back to my room. Seeing as we've hardly spent much time together today, I have something planned for tomorrow," he replied. He said goodnight to her and kissed her on the cheek before exiting the room and going to his own, which he was sharing with Jeff. He changed out of his jeans and shirts and fell into bed. He thought back to the first day they had ever met at an independent show, to when she came to the WWF, to how happy she looked at the club. Her face remained appended in his mind as he dozed off. When he woke at fir, Amy's face was still etched in his mind, every single detail of her beauty. Matt had the urge to just walk into her room and confess is feelings. 'Wait, what feelings? She's just my best friend. Surely I'm not in love with her! Yet, why can't I stop thinking about how perfect she is?' he thought sadly to himself. Surprised at the way he felt. But the ore he realised it, the more he discovered his newfound emotions. 'God, what am I going to do?' he thought.