Ok, I hope you guys like my new story, A New Family. Let me know if I should continue or trash it!
Brittany Finch couldn't help but roll her eyes as she finished taking notes in her Psychology class at the University of Houston. She had always been interested in the subject and always enjoyed the class, but as she listened to her professor explain the term paper that was to be written, she suddenly questioned herself on why she enrolled in that particular class.
"Now, don't forget, your term papers are due at the end of the semester," Professor Montgomery explained. "You need to interview someone who has grown up in a single parent home, and discuss the pro's, con's and impact it had on that particular person. The paper must be at least ten pages. Let me know if you have any questions, and I will see you on Monday."
As she gathered her books together, Brittany's mind began to race. Who would she interview for her paper? She smirked as she realized she could technically do the paper on herself. But then again she couldn't. When Brittany was born, she was born to an 18 year old teenager, and they both lived with her maternal grandparents. She had no relationship with her biological father, and when she was a year old, her mother died in a car accident.
Ever since her mom died, Brittany's grandparents became her legal guardians without thinking, and although she knew how blessed she really was, deep down she felt as if something was missing. Maybe it was because her mother was gone. Maybe it was because she didn't know her biological father...
"Hey Brit!"
Brittany's thoughts were interrupted as she turned around, and smiled toward her friends, Amy and Jill. "Hey guys, what's up?"
"Nothing much," Amy replied. "How was class?"
She shrugged as she explained her thoughts about her Psychology paper. "So, I don't know. What do you guys think?"
Jill shrugged. "I think it's a good idea, but technically you didn't grow up in a single parent household."
"Yes that is true, but I was raised by my grandparents. Neither of my parents were around,"Brittany argued.
"Why in the hell are we talking about homework? It's Friday!" Amy chimed in as the friends laughed. "What do you guys want to do tonight?"
Brittany giggled as the three friends headed toward the school parking lot. "What did you have in mind?"
"I heard about this new bar in Dallas, and it's supposed to be cool," Amy said. "What do you guys think?"
Jill and Brittany exchanged looks, and ultimately nodded. "Yeah that sounds like fun!"
Later on that night, Amy picked up both Jill and Brittany in her Ford Escape and made the trip to the new bar in Dallas. When the three friends walked in, they were each equally impressed.
"I can't believe how packed it is," Brittany commented.
Amy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and I already love the music!"
After ordering drinks at the bar, the trio took over an empty table. As the night continued, Brittany, Amy and Jill continued to gossip and laugh over stories, but as Brittany looked around the bar and to her left, something struck her. At the next table, a group of good looking guys sat and a particular one caught Brittany's stare. They both exchanged smiles.
Brittany's new mystery admirer didn't appear to be too tall, but then again she really couldn't tell since he was sitting down. She absolutely loved his brown hair and from the looks of his muscles, she loved the fact that he took care of himself. She didn't know what it was, but something drew Brittany to this mystery man. She took an instant liking to him.
Just then, Jill's hand waved in front of her face, breaking Brittany's thoughts. "What's got you induced over there?" she asked.
"Nothing. I just saw this guy over there, and he's nice looking. We smiled toward one another, that's it."
"Yay! I'm glad your looking again...especially after Justin," Amy said.
Brittany smirked. "Who says I'm looking. I smiled at a guy, so what," she said as she got up from the table and smoothed out her black dress. "I'm going to get a drink."
As she made her way back towards the bar, Brittany felt herself getting into a bad mood. "Why did she have to bring up that name?" she quietly asked herself. The Justin Amy was referring to was Justin Marx, her ex-boyfriend. An ex-boyfriend that wasn't so nice.
Meanwhile, Matt "Evan Bourne" Korklan sat back in his chair and admired the beautiful girl from the next table as she moved to the bar. Everyone around him noticed the faces he was making and the smiles that spread across his face. Finally, Kofi Kingston couldn't take it anymore, and hit his friend on the shoulder.
"Yo, Korklan! Come back to earth!"
Matt snapped back into reality instantly, and smiled slightly toward his friends. "What?"
"Ok, so we've all noticed you checking that girl out while she was sitting with her friends, and now she's alone at the bar. Go talk to her!" Matt Hardy instructed.
He looked once again toward the bar, and could literally feel his heart break into little pieces as he witnessed a man loop his arm around her shoulders. "Nah, I can't talk to her now. It looks like she's already taken."
Kofi looked toward the bar himself, and smirked as he motioned the girl's action toward his friend. "I don't really think she's with him," he said, referring to them watching Brittany removing the stranger's arm away from her shoulders. "It looks like she might need some help."
Matt took one last swig of his beer, and headed toward the bar area. As she waited for her Fuzzy Navel, Brittany grew more annoyed by the minute. The stranger to her left kept putting his arm around her shoulders and making sexual comments.
"Ok, look, I'm only going to say this one last time," Brittany said. "Please leave me alone!"
"Leave you alone? Come on, I think we could have a good thing," the stranger said, once again slithering his arm around her. "How about you and me go back to my place and get to know each other better?"
"Are you deaf? The lady wants to be left alone."
Both Brittany and the stranger turned around in surprise, and Brittany smirked when she noticed it was the cute guy from the next table. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"I'm her boyfriend," Matt lied. "And I don't appreciate that some stranger off the streets is touching my girl. Now, if you don't mind, please leave us alone before I smack the shit out of you," he said firmly as he gently pulled on Brittany's arm, wrapping his own arm around her waist.
Brittany giggled as she watched the stranger's jaw drop. It's obvious this guy was trying to get the other to go away, and knew better than to call out the lies he just told. The mystery guy shook his head in amazement. "You guys are both nuts! Go to hell," he slurred as he walked away.
Once the guy was out of view, Brittany stepped out of Matt's arm, and he was truly dissapointed. He liked the feeling. "Thank you very much," Brittany said as she turned back toward him. "I think that would have turned into an ugly situation if you hadn't stopped it."
Matt shrugged. "My pleasure. By the way, I'm Matt," he said extending his hand.
Brittany instantly placed her hand in his, and almost immediately felt as if electricity surged through them. "My name is Brittany."
Over the next half hour, Matt and Brittany found two empty bar stools, and got to know each other better. He told her he was in town for work, and Brittany in return told him about school. As they talked, Matt got the feeling that Brittany didn't follow professional wrestling, and since he didn't want to scare her off, he left that little detail out of the conversation. Just as Matt felt the nerve to ask out Brittany, her two friends came up to them.
"Brittany, are you about ready?" Jill asked as she suddenly noticed Matt. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were talking with someone."
"No, it's ok. Jill, Amy, this is Matt. Matt these are my two best friends, Amy and Jill."
"It's nice to meet you," Matt said politely as he shook each girl's hand.
"Nice to meet you as well," Amy replied. "We are going to pull the car up. Did you still want to get a ride home from us?" she asked, slyly glancing at Matt.
She nodded, and her friends took the hint to leave them alone. "Well, I guess I'm going to get going. Thanks again for tonight," she whispered as she kissed his cheek.
"Your welcome. Uh, Brittany can I ask you something?" he asked as she began to walk away.
Brittany stopped. "Sure, what is it?"
"Ummm...do you think we could have dinner sometime? Maybe like tomorrow night?"
She sighed, and deep down she knew a question like that was coming. Brittany felt it was just too soon. "Matt, I think your really a nice guy and you are so sweet. But, I just got out of a bad relationship, and I'm just not ready to start dating again. I'm really sorry," she blurted out as she headed toward the EXIT door, not waiting for a response from Matt.
As Brittany dug through some pictures and papers the next afternoon at her grandma's house, she couldn't get her mind off Matt. He seemed like a real nice guy, and the look of rejection on his face was permanently embedded in her mind. To clear her head, Brittany decided to get a head start on her Psychology paper, and her grandma told her several photo albums and pictures were in a big trunk in the spare bedroom.
Sighing, Brittany picked up a piece of paper and began to study it-to see if it would be useful in her paper. She quickly realized it was her birth certificate. "Brittany Marie Finch...May 13, 1984," she said out loud as her eyes scrolled down to the bottom of the page. As she read a particular line, her eyes widened. She instantly got up from her spot on the floor, and ran downstairs.
"Grams," she called as she sprinted down the stairs.
Brittany's grandmother, who was in the kitchen doing dishes, turned around at the sound of Brittany's voice. "What is it Brit?"
"Just out of curiousity, do you know the name of my father?"
Her grandma's eyes grew bigger, and Brittany knew that she knew. "Oh my, I haven't thought about that in a long time. Why do you ask?"
"Did my mom ever tell my dad about me?"
Brittany's grandmother shrugged. "I'm not sure. Again, why do you ask?"
It was then Brittany turned the piece of paper in her hand around. Her grandma realized she was holding her own birth certificate. "I'm asking because I want to know the reason why I have no relationship with him. And if she didn't want me to know him, then why the name Shawn Michaels appears on the line."