Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
By the Angel
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Chapter One: Extreme Christmas
Amy Dumas opened her eyes. It was Christmas morning. She really didn't like the Christmas holidays, since she never had a happy one as a child. But, she reasoned, it was a happier holiday if you knew where you belonged.
This season and holiday time always made Matt and Jeff cheerful, so naturally it made her smile too. Only because she loved to see the duo happy. She saw the white snow pass her window, it's flakes looking like giant dandruff. She liked to analyze things like that.
It was only six thirty, her clock said. She didn't feel like getting up, but she didn't feel like going back to sleep either. She was sure it was freezing downstairs, and she much preferred the comfyness and warmth of her own bed.
Well, it really wasn't her own. She was staying with Matt and Jeff at their place, and since she was always there, they had made her a bedroom. It was the one place she felt like she belonged.
If I stay here long enough, she thought, I'll have an intellectual conversation with myself. She groaned. She must have slept funny or moved funny, because now her neck was killing her. Do I have to get up? She thought.
The answer was yes. Matt and Jeff would want to open up their presents, and Jeff was a little kid when it came to Christmas. He wanted everything done a certain way. Whether it be the lights, or the tree, or the time for opening presents. He wanted it to be perfect.
This season, everything was far from perfect.
2Xtreme was crashing down. Nothing seemed to be going right. Her relationship with Matt was going downhill, and the Hardy brothers seemed to be having quite the disagreements. Everything was so perfect outside, but nothing right inside.
She heard shuffling downstairs. "Oh no," She whispered. It might be Matt opening his presents early, or Jeff arranging last minute things. Now that she heard it, she had to get up and inspect it.
Amy slipped her feet into her slippers and tightened her robe around her. She was right; it was freezing. She walked down the stairs quietly, in case it was a burgler. It was Matt. But he wasn't opening presents.
"Matt? What are you doing?" Amy asked. Matt was opening the front door, he had his bags around his arms. He frowned.
"Merry Christmas, Amy," He said, setting the bags down.
Amy sighed. "Oh, Merry Christmas to you, too. What the hell are you doing?"
"Look, Amy. This is the first time in my life that I haven't been in the holiday spirit. Well, the first time since my mom died. And I don't want to ruin it for you or Jeff."
"But Matt, if you leave it'll only make things worse. Why would you want to go when we need you so much?"
"I want to live my life and let Jeff and you live yours. Lord knows I don't want to spend my life in Cameron forever. I want to go out and see the world, make new friends, and visit new places. I don't want to sit around wondering what could have been."
"You can do that Matt. But not now. Not today. It's Christmas." Amy said with some pleadingness in her voice.
Matt breathed through his nose and out through his mouth. "I just want you to have a good time. I can't stay here. I am sorry, Amy." He turned for the door.
"Please. Don't go Matt." Amy grabbed his arm. "Listen, I know things haven't been picture perfect around here lately, but if you want to make it right, then don't leave. I'd be disappointed if you left. Jeff would be disappointed if you left. You'd be disappointed if you left."
Amy shook her head. "Don't go."
Matt turned from the door, but still had his hand on the knob. "Amy, it's for the best."
"No, Matt. It's for the worst. You can't just turn your back on everything you've lived for and accomplished. It's time to wake up and smell the eggnog. It's Christmas. You've got to stay."
Before he could answer, both of them saw a lone Jeff Hardy at the top of the staircase. "Hey, guys," He yawned, "Merry Christmas, Amy. Matt."
Matt looked from Amy to Jeff, then Jeff to Amy. "Merry Christmas." He set his bags down, and all three Xtreme members walked towards the Christmas tree, where a generous amount of presents lay.
And the snow still passed like giant dandruff.
By the Angel
*
Chapter One: Extreme Christmas
Amy Dumas opened her eyes. It was Christmas morning. She really didn't like the Christmas holidays, since she never had a happy one as a child. But, she reasoned, it was a happier holiday if you knew where you belonged.
This season and holiday time always made Matt and Jeff cheerful, so naturally it made her smile too. Only because she loved to see the duo happy. She saw the white snow pass her window, it's flakes looking like giant dandruff. She liked to analyze things like that.
It was only six thirty, her clock said. She didn't feel like getting up, but she didn't feel like going back to sleep either. She was sure it was freezing downstairs, and she much preferred the comfyness and warmth of her own bed.
Well, it really wasn't her own. She was staying with Matt and Jeff at their place, and since she was always there, they had made her a bedroom. It was the one place she felt like she belonged.
If I stay here long enough, she thought, I'll have an intellectual conversation with myself. She groaned. She must have slept funny or moved funny, because now her neck was killing her. Do I have to get up? She thought.
The answer was yes. Matt and Jeff would want to open up their presents, and Jeff was a little kid when it came to Christmas. He wanted everything done a certain way. Whether it be the lights, or the tree, or the time for opening presents. He wanted it to be perfect.
This season, everything was far from perfect.
2Xtreme was crashing down. Nothing seemed to be going right. Her relationship with Matt was going downhill, and the Hardy brothers seemed to be having quite the disagreements. Everything was so perfect outside, but nothing right inside.
She heard shuffling downstairs. "Oh no," She whispered. It might be Matt opening his presents early, or Jeff arranging last minute things. Now that she heard it, she had to get up and inspect it.
Amy slipped her feet into her slippers and tightened her robe around her. She was right; it was freezing. She walked down the stairs quietly, in case it was a burgler. It was Matt. But he wasn't opening presents.
"Matt? What are you doing?" Amy asked. Matt was opening the front door, he had his bags around his arms. He frowned.
"Merry Christmas, Amy," He said, setting the bags down.
Amy sighed. "Oh, Merry Christmas to you, too. What the hell are you doing?"
"Look, Amy. This is the first time in my life that I haven't been in the holiday spirit. Well, the first time since my mom died. And I don't want to ruin it for you or Jeff."
"But Matt, if you leave it'll only make things worse. Why would you want to go when we need you so much?"
"I want to live my life and let Jeff and you live yours. Lord knows I don't want to spend my life in Cameron forever. I want to go out and see the world, make new friends, and visit new places. I don't want to sit around wondering what could have been."
"You can do that Matt. But not now. Not today. It's Christmas." Amy said with some pleadingness in her voice.
Matt breathed through his nose and out through his mouth. "I just want you to have a good time. I can't stay here. I am sorry, Amy." He turned for the door.
"Please. Don't go Matt." Amy grabbed his arm. "Listen, I know things haven't been picture perfect around here lately, but if you want to make it right, then don't leave. I'd be disappointed if you left. Jeff would be disappointed if you left. You'd be disappointed if you left."
Amy shook her head. "Don't go."
Matt turned from the door, but still had his hand on the knob. "Amy, it's for the best."
"No, Matt. It's for the worst. You can't just turn your back on everything you've lived for and accomplished. It's time to wake up and smell the eggnog. It's Christmas. You've got to stay."
Before he could answer, both of them saw a lone Jeff Hardy at the top of the staircase. "Hey, guys," He yawned, "Merry Christmas, Amy. Matt."
Matt looked from Amy to Jeff, then Jeff to Amy. "Merry Christmas." He set his bags down, and all three Xtreme members walked towards the Christmas tree, where a generous amount of presents lay.
And the snow still passed like giant dandruff.