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"I don't like that guy," Matt huffed as he walked out of the house.
"Give him a break, man. You're only saying that cuz you love Amy," Jeff rolled his eyes trying not to laugh.
"I don't know what it is. He's... I don't know. There's just something about him," Matt continued frowning. "Hey, shut up! I don't love Amy. I just like her…"
"Dude shut up, you know you're in love with her. And you don't like him because he's with Ames. Get over it, it's your own fault that you're an idiot," Jeff answered unlocking the car doors.
"I don't need this right now, so don't start," Matt shot a glare to his younger brother. Driving away from Amy's house, Jeff left Matt alone, for the time being. Amy invited the two brothers over to meet her latest significant other. At first glance, he didn't seem to fit with Amy. He was too lanky, and too stiff, and too preppy... the very opposite of him. He had short sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, tall nose, defined jaw structure, the picture of an educated man. And that he was. Currently in med school, Peter was studying to be a pediatrician. It irritated the hell out of Matt when Peter introduced himself as Amy's boyfriend, with the emphasis on boyfriend, and it just infuriated him when he saw the blatant displays of affection the two shared. Amy would blush, but Peter just looked pleased with himself, almost cocky.
"You think she's really serious about this guy?" Matt said out loud, not really directing the question to Jeff.
"They've only been together for a few weeks, Ames isn't like that. So for now, cool your jets and wait until you see a ring before throwing a jealous fit of rage," Jeff snickered. Matt only glared at his brother before caving in and smiling. It was true, he was insanely jealous of Peter. Not because he was filthy rich, not because he was probably smarter than Jeff and Matt combined, not because he was arrogant, condescending, egotistical, self absorbed, overconfident, overbearing, conceited... Because he had the one thing that Matt wanted. Amy managed to dig her way into Matt's heart without even knowing it. The red hair, the bright smile, the beautiful personality, the contagious laugh made him smile even at the darkest times. But, he was too late, and if she was happy, then Matt was just going to sit there and shut up. It was his fault anyway.
"How did you like them?" Amy asked closing the front door.
"They were nice," Peter nodded his head with a thin smile.
"You don't like them," Amy pouted dejectedly. She wanted the three most important men in life (at the time anyway) to like each other, or at least get along. Jeff was okay, but Matt just frowned the entire time. Amy could see why Peter didn't instantly click with the two brothers like she did.
"It's not that I didn't like them, Hun, I just don't know them that well yet," he said trying to make her feel better. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gave her a tight squeeze. "Don't worry, before you know it, the three of us will be the best of friends and you'll be feeling left out."
"Peter," Amy couldn't help but laugh.
"Jeff seems like a really cool guy. I get the feeling that there's more that meets the eye with him. Matt, was, well, not that social. I get the feeling that he resented me, or something. Did you two used to..." Peter began.
"What? Me and Matt? No way!" Amy cut him off surprised that he would think that. So she lied, but she figured lying at this point in time was better than the other option: the truth. Thoughts wandering, Amy began thinking of the older Hardy brother. For all the time Amy's known Matt, there has always been some attraction. How much exactly always depended on the time, but it was constant. She admired that he was always so strong, but still so gentle at the same time. He was quieter than Jeff, but that doesn't mean much only because it was Jeff. He was so passionate and intense; it made her shiver at just the thought.
"Are you cold?" Peter asked bringing her back to reality.
"Umm... no. I don't know what that was all about," Amy stammered feeling guilty. Here she was, thinking about Matt, when a perfectly great guy was standing there with his arms around her. Thinking about it, his arms have been around her for most of the day. It was a little suffocating, but she dealt with it. 'It's probably because he was insecure about Matt,' she thought to herself. 'That's it.'
"You sure?" he replied.
"Mmhmm," Amy nodded her head slowly walking out of his arms. Matt would've never made me feel suffocated...
Matt was dripping with sweat. He was pounding furiously at the large black leather block/bag in front of him.
"Whoa! Take it easy, man!" a familiar voice called out from behind him. He stopped his actions and turned around to find the tall blonde grinning at him. "I heard about what you did during the weekend. And I can understand you imaging that the guys face is that punching bag, but don't kill yourself," Adam teased.
"Don't start with that," Matt mumbled going back to punching. He couldn't get his mind off Amy and her new friend. He was losing sleep and every hour he grew more and more frustrated.
"Why don't you just tell her?" Adam asked going behind the punching bag so he could hold it in place for his friend.
"It's a little too late now, don't you think?" Matt grunted as he threw a right hand.
"Yeah, but you never know. Maybe she feels the same way about you," Adam responded.
"Then she wouldn't be dating Peter now, would she?" Matt sneered at his name. He stopped suddenly and leaned on the hanging apparatus. "What am I going to do?" he sighed.
"Wait it out man. Be patient. But whatever you do, I'm telling you now, don't be an ass to him. That'll just make her mad, you got it?" Adam warned.
"Yeah yeah, I think that's too late though," Matt stood back up.
"Oh man. You got it bad," Adam sighed melodramatically. After talking to Adam for a few more minutes, Matt made his way to the change room to take a shower. Exhausted from his work out, he got out of there as fast as he could and went straight to the hotel. On his way to the room, not watching where he was going, Matt bumped into a body. Looking up to make an apology, his tongue was caught his throat. Amy was in front of him wearing a long elegant, not to mention fitted, dress. It was a sheer black fabric with rhinestones straps. Her red hair was swept up, in a messy yet classy fashion. She had a silver necklace on with a long chain dangling at the front, tempting the eyes to follow them down. "Oh hey, Matt. Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going," Amy smiled.
"I… Amy… so beautiful," were the only words that Matt could muster up.
"You really think so?" Amy's face glowed with pleasure at his praise, or lack thereof. Matt could only nod his head and continue staring. He had never her seen her dress so extravagantly. She looked like a princess, or more fittingly, a queen. "Peter's taking me out. He didn't tell me for what though, but he just sent me this dress. It's not really me though."
"You look like a queen," Matt finally managed to say a coherent sentence. Then he realized what she said.
"Oh Matt. What would I ever do without you?" Amy sighed leaning forward to hug him. Matt held her for a few more seconds than necessary just to have something to remember. But it wasn't as if Amy was pulling away.
Sighing contentedly in Matt's arms, Amy closed her eyes. She had never been more flattered in her life, and it meant so much coming from Matt. When she first put the dress on, she cringed. It wasn't her style, and it didn't suit her, but those insecurities vanished as soon as Matt looked at her. Deep in her heart she knew that she would only be happy with him, but he didn't feel the same. Completely oblivious to the thoughts of the man holding her, Amy frowned and her mood was soured just a little. It wasn't very fair to be thinking of Matt like this when she had a wonderful guy of her own, but she couldn't help it. Unfortunately, she was going to have to learn how to. She couldn't live life silently wishing for Matt when it couldn't come true. Matt thought of her as a sister, a really close friend, nothing more.
"You should get going," Matt said gruffly forcing himself away from her tender arms.
"Yeah," Amy frowned sighing. A frown? 'Why was she frowning?' Matt thought. What was she thinking about? 'Probably how Peter couldn't have gotten her a nicer dress,' he thought snippily. He then felt bad; he knew Amy wasn't a shallow person. But what was she thinking about?
"Have fun, Ames," Matt forced a smile on his face as he gently pushed her to get her moving.
"Bye Matt," she smiled looking back. Matt watched her until she rounded the hall. He then went straight to the room he shared with Jeff, and fell on the bed. 'Why am I so dumb?' he groaned. "I should've told her before," he said out loud. Wallowing in his self-misery, Matt turned over and stuck his face into the pillow.
Should I continue? Please be nice!
All characters belong to WWF or to themselves. Please don't sue me.
"I don't like that guy," Matt huffed as he walked out of the house.
"Give him a break, man. You're only saying that cuz you love Amy," Jeff rolled his eyes trying not to laugh.
"I don't know what it is. He's... I don't know. There's just something about him," Matt continued frowning. "Hey, shut up! I don't love Amy. I just like her…"
"Dude shut up, you know you're in love with her. And you don't like him because he's with Ames. Get over it, it's your own fault that you're an idiot," Jeff answered unlocking the car doors.
"I don't need this right now, so don't start," Matt shot a glare to his younger brother. Driving away from Amy's house, Jeff left Matt alone, for the time being. Amy invited the two brothers over to meet her latest significant other. At first glance, he didn't seem to fit with Amy. He was too lanky, and too stiff, and too preppy... the very opposite of him. He had short sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, tall nose, defined jaw structure, the picture of an educated man. And that he was. Currently in med school, Peter was studying to be a pediatrician. It irritated the hell out of Matt when Peter introduced himself as Amy's boyfriend, with the emphasis on boyfriend, and it just infuriated him when he saw the blatant displays of affection the two shared. Amy would blush, but Peter just looked pleased with himself, almost cocky.
"You think she's really serious about this guy?" Matt said out loud, not really directing the question to Jeff.
"They've only been together for a few weeks, Ames isn't like that. So for now, cool your jets and wait until you see a ring before throwing a jealous fit of rage," Jeff snickered. Matt only glared at his brother before caving in and smiling. It was true, he was insanely jealous of Peter. Not because he was filthy rich, not because he was probably smarter than Jeff and Matt combined, not because he was arrogant, condescending, egotistical, self absorbed, overconfident, overbearing, conceited... Because he had the one thing that Matt wanted. Amy managed to dig her way into Matt's heart without even knowing it. The red hair, the bright smile, the beautiful personality, the contagious laugh made him smile even at the darkest times. But, he was too late, and if she was happy, then Matt was just going to sit there and shut up. It was his fault anyway.
"How did you like them?" Amy asked closing the front door.
"They were nice," Peter nodded his head with a thin smile.
"You don't like them," Amy pouted dejectedly. She wanted the three most important men in life (at the time anyway) to like each other, or at least get along. Jeff was okay, but Matt just frowned the entire time. Amy could see why Peter didn't instantly click with the two brothers like she did.
"It's not that I didn't like them, Hun, I just don't know them that well yet," he said trying to make her feel better. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gave her a tight squeeze. "Don't worry, before you know it, the three of us will be the best of friends and you'll be feeling left out."
"Peter," Amy couldn't help but laugh.
"Jeff seems like a really cool guy. I get the feeling that there's more that meets the eye with him. Matt, was, well, not that social. I get the feeling that he resented me, or something. Did you two used to..." Peter began.
"What? Me and Matt? No way!" Amy cut him off surprised that he would think that. So she lied, but she figured lying at this point in time was better than the other option: the truth. Thoughts wandering, Amy began thinking of the older Hardy brother. For all the time Amy's known Matt, there has always been some attraction. How much exactly always depended on the time, but it was constant. She admired that he was always so strong, but still so gentle at the same time. He was quieter than Jeff, but that doesn't mean much only because it was Jeff. He was so passionate and intense; it made her shiver at just the thought.
"Are you cold?" Peter asked bringing her back to reality.
"Umm... no. I don't know what that was all about," Amy stammered feeling guilty. Here she was, thinking about Matt, when a perfectly great guy was standing there with his arms around her. Thinking about it, his arms have been around her for most of the day. It was a little suffocating, but she dealt with it. 'It's probably because he was insecure about Matt,' she thought to herself. 'That's it.'
"You sure?" he replied.
"Mmhmm," Amy nodded her head slowly walking out of his arms. Matt would've never made me feel suffocated...
Matt was dripping with sweat. He was pounding furiously at the large black leather block/bag in front of him.
"Whoa! Take it easy, man!" a familiar voice called out from behind him. He stopped his actions and turned around to find the tall blonde grinning at him. "I heard about what you did during the weekend. And I can understand you imaging that the guys face is that punching bag, but don't kill yourself," Adam teased.
"Don't start with that," Matt mumbled going back to punching. He couldn't get his mind off Amy and her new friend. He was losing sleep and every hour he grew more and more frustrated.
"Why don't you just tell her?" Adam asked going behind the punching bag so he could hold it in place for his friend.
"It's a little too late now, don't you think?" Matt grunted as he threw a right hand.
"Yeah, but you never know. Maybe she feels the same way about you," Adam responded.
"Then she wouldn't be dating Peter now, would she?" Matt sneered at his name. He stopped suddenly and leaned on the hanging apparatus. "What am I going to do?" he sighed.
"Wait it out man. Be patient. But whatever you do, I'm telling you now, don't be an ass to him. That'll just make her mad, you got it?" Adam warned.
"Yeah yeah, I think that's too late though," Matt stood back up.
"Oh man. You got it bad," Adam sighed melodramatically. After talking to Adam for a few more minutes, Matt made his way to the change room to take a shower. Exhausted from his work out, he got out of there as fast as he could and went straight to the hotel. On his way to the room, not watching where he was going, Matt bumped into a body. Looking up to make an apology, his tongue was caught his throat. Amy was in front of him wearing a long elegant, not to mention fitted, dress. It was a sheer black fabric with rhinestones straps. Her red hair was swept up, in a messy yet classy fashion. She had a silver necklace on with a long chain dangling at the front, tempting the eyes to follow them down. "Oh hey, Matt. Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going," Amy smiled.
"I… Amy… so beautiful," were the only words that Matt could muster up.
"You really think so?" Amy's face glowed with pleasure at his praise, or lack thereof. Matt could only nod his head and continue staring. He had never her seen her dress so extravagantly. She looked like a princess, or more fittingly, a queen. "Peter's taking me out. He didn't tell me for what though, but he just sent me this dress. It's not really me though."
"You look like a queen," Matt finally managed to say a coherent sentence. Then he realized what she said.
"Oh Matt. What would I ever do without you?" Amy sighed leaning forward to hug him. Matt held her for a few more seconds than necessary just to have something to remember. But it wasn't as if Amy was pulling away.
Sighing contentedly in Matt's arms, Amy closed her eyes. She had never been more flattered in her life, and it meant so much coming from Matt. When she first put the dress on, she cringed. It wasn't her style, and it didn't suit her, but those insecurities vanished as soon as Matt looked at her. Deep in her heart she knew that she would only be happy with him, but he didn't feel the same. Completely oblivious to the thoughts of the man holding her, Amy frowned and her mood was soured just a little. It wasn't very fair to be thinking of Matt like this when she had a wonderful guy of her own, but she couldn't help it. Unfortunately, she was going to have to learn how to. She couldn't live life silently wishing for Matt when it couldn't come true. Matt thought of her as a sister, a really close friend, nothing more.
"You should get going," Matt said gruffly forcing himself away from her tender arms.
"Yeah," Amy frowned sighing. A frown? 'Why was she frowning?' Matt thought. What was she thinking about? 'Probably how Peter couldn't have gotten her a nicer dress,' he thought snippily. He then felt bad; he knew Amy wasn't a shallow person. But what was she thinking about?
"Have fun, Ames," Matt forced a smile on his face as he gently pushed her to get her moving.
"Bye Matt," she smiled looking back. Matt watched her until she rounded the hall. He then went straight to the room he shared with Jeff, and fell on the bed. 'Why am I so dumb?' he groaned. "I should've told her before," he said out loud. Wallowing in his self-misery, Matt turned over and stuck his face into the pillow.
Should I continue? Please be nice!