Disclaimer:I don't own anyone that isn't my OC.

A/N: Hey folks! Like I need another story, but this came to me today for some reason and I just had to write it. Um, for some of you, the OC in this may sound familiar if you read one of my stories. She's one of my favorite OCs that I created so I wanted to give her another run around and that's all I'll say, haha. Please read and review... and enjoy! :)

Relaxation. When was the last time he had that? With a smile, Matt Hardy sunk into his hot tub and closed his eyes. No work for five days. All his errands had been finished. His schedule was clear. This was utter ecstasy for him. It was—

"YO, MATT!" a demon (better known as Shannon Moore) yelled, interrupting his moment. "Man, you're out of beer!"

Matt sat up in irritation as Shannon came into the room, looking like a five-year-old ready to throw a temper tantrum. "That's because you drank all of it earlier, asshole," Matt told him pleasantly. Then, he closed his eyes and prepared to ignore one of his best friends. Paradise was in arm's reach…

"But Matt, we're all off for the next week or so and we need to start it off right. And to do that I need alcohol." Shannon's whines made it nearly impossible to relax. Each word went up an octave, taking a nerve of Matt's each time. "I. Need. Alcohol."

"Go away," Matt muttered. "In fact, go home. And take Kimo with you. Soon enough I won't have anything left in my house."

"This is why you should take me to the food store."

Matt scowled. "Do you not understand the meaning of 'go away', Shannon?"

Shannon smiled. "Nope. I need alcohol."

"So why don't you go up there and get it?"

"Because I've had three beers already and that would compromise my safety on the road. Don't drink and drive, man." Matt wasn't sure if his best friend was trying to piss him off or not, or if he was just being his normally immature self but he was also smart enough to know Shannon could be as stubborn as him and wouldn't go away anytime soon. And as the only sober one left in the house, he'd have to drive to the 24-hour supermarket up the road or never rest peacefully.

"Fine," Matt grumbled with a sigh. "But you're paying for it. I've bought the shit for the past—"

"SWEET!" Shannon yelled happily. "Yo, Kimo! Alcohol is in arm's reach, dude!"

Matt rolled his eyes. He needed to invest in a muzzle to keep him quiet.

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Twenty minutes later, Matt, Shannon, and Kimo were headed toward the store, Shannon talking about something Matt really wasn't listening to. The occasional 'mhm' and 'yeah' seemed to keep the blonde haired Carolinian happy. All he wanted to do was relax. Why didn't it occur to him that inviting friends over wouldn't allow this?

As he pulled into the parking lot, all noticed it was fairly empty except for a few cars parked up front. They walked in together, Shannon quickly heading for the back of the store with Kimo, fighting over which beer they were getting. It struck Matt weird that he wasn't in the mood for alcohol that night—he was always in the mood for alcohol.

Trailing the aisles slowly, his tired eyes scanned items such as Campbell's soup and Rice a Roni. The next aisle happened to be the sweets. Hello cheat day! Matt grinned as he saw the last package of Entenmann's chocolate donuts just about twenty feet away. Maybe something would go right that night after all.

He headed for the donuts, dreaming of chocolate-goodness so he didn't see the woman heading for the same package. They collided as both hands reached for the same product.

Matt was the first to look up, startled. Where did she come from? he thought. Then he got a second look. She was gorgeous. The easy-beautiful type, one with light blue eyes and shiny blonde hair. And now she was staring at him too.

"Sorry," she said in a small voice, her face blushed with red. Her gorgeous eyes were toward the floor, far from the contact of Matt's brown eyes. "I didn't see you."

Matt chuckled. "Same here. I guess donuts must be high on everyone's shopping list tonight."

The blonde haired girl nodded. "Yeah."

As much as Matt wanted the donuts, he couldn't help but feel the 'Southern Gentleman' gene kick in. He picked up the mostly white box and handed them to her. "Here," he said with a smile. "You can have them."

For the first time, she looked him in the eye, a genuine smile on her face. "Thanks," she replied. And like that, she was going to leave.

There was no way he was letting the stunning woman leave without a name… number… marriage proposal. Okay, maybe the last one was going a bit too far, but another gene was kicking in: the 'hot-woman-man-like' gene and that one was telling him to find our more about her, even with her shy stature.

"Hey!" he called in a rising voice. "Wait!"

It seemed to pain her to turn around, Matt thinking from embarrassment (to which he couldn't figure out why). "Yes?"

"I'm Matt. And you are…?"

She tried to smile, but failed. Yet, it was beautiful. A lopsided grin that happened to have a playful and adorable way to it. "I'm Ayla," she replied quietly, "Ayla Sarver."

He couldn't let her leave with that. "Are you from Cameron? I haven't seen you around here."

"No, I'm passing through tonight. Most of the supermarkets in Vass were closed."

"So you live in Vass?"

"No," she continued. "I'm on vacation. I live in California."

Well fuck, Matt thought sadly. Why must I meet a perfectly gorgeous woman and she be on vacation here?

"Oh," Matt said lamely. "… I hope you enjoy North Carolina." And with that, he backed away, his tail between his legs like a scolded dog. So much for anything going right that night.

So that's the first chapter. I'll get more interesting, I promise. :) READ AND REVIEW AND UPDATE I SHALL. ^__^