Have A Nice Day
By: Rogue21493

Disclaimer: I wish I owned them but I don't sadly xD I only own, my own characters :P But for my friend Lyssa, she owns herself (She's Riley) and I'm just using her and that just sounds wrong. XD lol

A/N: I hope you guys like it! Enjoy:)

Smackdown's Coming To Town
(willow's pov)

For the next few days, things passed normally as could be for me and my mom. We watched ECW that night and had a blast like always and then mom made me go to bed, since it was a school night and then I went to school (which was boring as hell) and came home, blah, blah. You don't want to hear none of this, right? Right. So, I'll get down to the good stuff.

First off as you know, (or should at least) this is Willow. So, what's up peeps? Okay, it's not like your going to answer that... ANYWAY! This starts with me getting out of school on Friday.

After school, I'd either take the bus, get a ride from a friend, get a ride from my mom or get a ride from my Aunt Riley or her husband, Jared (aka Uncle Jared to me).

Today, I was getting a ride from Aunt Riley.

"Hey, brat." Riley greeted me. She calls me 'brat' in a affectionate way, just so you know. Don't tell my mom, but she let's me cuss with her. I mean, my mom said I'm allowed to talk like however I wanted with my friends, but I could not cuss around her or at her. Uncle Jared let's me cuss a bit but if it gets to be to much (which it can be sometimes he does have to deal with me and Aunt Riley), he tells me to stop.

"Hey, bitch." I greeted back with a smirk. Oh and I call her 'bitch' playfully and I call her Riley, but I introduce her to people as 'Aunt Riley' or when I'm talking to my mom I go, 'Aunt Riley', get it?

Riley ruffled my hair. "Shut up and get in the car."

"Yes, ma'am." I said, saluting her.

We both laughed and I got into the passenger side of her black, 1967 Impala. Which I would love to have one day. Or at least one of my own maybe. But I like a bunch of different cars. Riley says, I'm going to get filthy ass rich and buy a lot of cars. She's probably right.

Anyway, Riley flipped the radio to a rock station which was playing, Skillet's 'Falling Inside The Black'. She didn't turn it up like she always did (so we could hear it really, really loud and sing to it), which meant she had something serious to talk to me about or she had to tell me something.

"What is it?" I asked, turning in my seat to look at her. She looked like she was a teenager (her, my mom, Uncle Jared and me get asked if we're younger or older. Once someone thought her and my mom were like 12 about 2 years ago!). She was in vans, ripped jeans and a black Three Days Grace shirt, with a leather jacket over that, her strawberry blond hair, falling in waves, past her shoulders. She glanced at me, showing off her crystal ice blue eyes. They weren't cold if that's what you were thinking. They're actually very warm looking. But if she got angry, they'd get darker and they got lighter when she was happy. If you knew her well enough, you'd know what she was feeling just because of the shade of her eyes. Sorry, but sometimes I just describe people really throughly.

"Why does something have to wrong or whatever? Maybe I want to talk to my niece." she stated.

"That's BS," I said, rolling my eyes. I ran my hand through my hair, my bangs flopping back into place over my right eye. I glanced at my black chipped nails.

'I need to repaint them... Maybe I'll put little white skulls on them this time.'

"What's going on?" I asked, giving her a 'don't lie to me' look.

Riley sighed. We came to a stop light. She turned and looked at me. "Well, kiddo... you see..."

"Is it something bad?"

"No...unless you think going to Smackdown in two weeks is a bad thing."

Silence.

"...WHAT?! You mean— we're going to Smackdown?!" I asked, nearly yelling. I've been to Smackdown before, Raw too. I've never been to ECW though. I've been to Smackdown like, 3 or 4 times and Raw 2 times or 3...I can't remember...

"Yup!" She chirped.

"HOLY HELL BATMAN! YAHOO!" I yelled, pumping my fist in the air.

Riley laughed. I threw myself at her and hugged her.

"You know you're my favorite Aunt, right?! You're my most favorite-est Aunt in the whole damn world!" I stated.

Riley laughed harder. "You do realize I am, your only Aunt right?"

"Yeah and that's way you stay number one!"

"I don't know weather to be insulted or not..." Riley said thoughtfully.

"How about NOT! I LOVE YOU!" I yelled, hugging tightly, still wearing a shit eating grin. Sorry, if you don't understand that, 'shit eating grin' bit, but for us southerners, it's a phase we use, that basically means wearing a huge smile.

Riley laughed and hugged me back. "Love you too, kiddo!"

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

We both jumped. Riley looked behind her and it was the cars behind her, beeping their horns. The light had turned green.

"HOLD THE FUCK UP! I WAS HOLDING MY DAMN NIECE!" she screamed at them, before peeling off.

I laughed. "You are the best!" I yelled, through laughter.

"Why of course!" Riley joked. She turned the radio up, just in time for AC/DC's 'Highway To Hell'.

Later

When we got home, I was happily yelling to my mom about going to Smackdown in two weeks, which was in Raleigh. Oh, did I forget to mention we live in Durham, North Carolina? Well, we do.

My mom was happy, but there was something off about it. She made me go to my homework in my room, which is easier said then done.

I kept thinking happily about going to wrestling, and daydreaming.

I sighed and shook my head. I turned on my boom box and turned on my CD, trying to remember which CD was in there.

When it started to play, 'Take Me Away' by Avril Lavigne, I knew it was one of my Avril CD's.

Meanwhile Downstairs

(normal pov)

"Smackdown Rie?" Taylor asked, leaning against the counter in the kitchen, crossing her arms.

"What Taylor? C'mon, do you really expect someone to notice how much Willow looks like her dad, who just so happens to be a wrestler? I'm pretty sure, they'd all be busy watching the matches." Riley said with a huff.

"What if he sees us? What if when we go to get autographs, he's there or his brother? Or someone else who knows me and then ruins everything and then—" Taylor started, but Riley cut her off.

"Jesus, calm down girl! Look," Riley said. "How would they know it's you. They might think you look familiar, but the last time they saw you, you were, what? 23? 24? And your hair was different then. It was shorter most of the time, and your hair color was dirty blond, leaning toward brown, right?" Taylor nodded, being comforted by what her best friend was saying. "Right. And now it's long and honey brown. If they know it's you, the second they look at you, then I'll give them a gold medal!"

Taylor smiled weakly. "Thanks... I'm just worried Riley. The last time I saw Matt, Jeff or any of them, I was telling them I had to leave. I didn't want to hurt Matt's chances of being a wrestler."

"And how would it have hurt his chances if you told him, you were pregnant with his kid? The same kid who's upstairs, who loves wrestling, who is weird just like her Uncle and who looks like him, and even thinks he's one of the best wrestlers ever?"

Taylor sighed. "Why do you always ask me that?" Another sigh. "You know, that if I had told him, he'd want to be with me. He'd still work at being a wrestler, but not as hard. And then his chances would be down the drain."

Riley nodded, during Taylor's explanation. "Yeah...that's bull shit."

"Riley–"

"No, Taylor. If he is just as you told me he was, then he would give up his chances of being a wrestler, just to take care of his kid. Well, I take that back. He'd still work at it, but he'd be there to take care of you and Willow."

Taylor sighed. She knew her friend was right.

"Now...I have a request..."

"What?" Taylor asked, looking at the slightly younger girl.

"Tell me the story of how you named Willow!" Riley ordered, jumping onto the counter top.

Taylor rolled her eyes. "Why?"

"It's funny!"

"You suck."

"Yeah, hard."

"Hey! That's mine!"

"What's yours?"

"That little saying... You stole it from me."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Either way, I want story!"

Taylor sighed. Riley wasn't gonna give up, till she heard the story again for the millionth time.

"Fine. Well..."

Later

Taylor was heading to bed. She was tired from talking with Riley and then having to deal with Riley and Willow being excited, high on sugar, caffeine, chocolate, and whatever else and then Jared too. Well, Jared didn't really tire her, he helped her with Riley and Willow.

They had all ate together, eating pizza and Chinese take-out, in the living room, watching Smackdown.

Riley and Willow both had been yelling at the tv, when one of the wrestlers they liked, got hurt or lost and yelled at the people they disliked or talked back to a wrestler. Okay, so Taylor and Jared did too, but not as bad.

Taylor checked in on Willow, who was curled up in her bed, asleep, snoring softly.

Taylor grinned. She glanced where her daughter had a few special stuffed animals. She had a lot more, but most of them got put in one of the spare bedrooms.

There was a bear that she had made at Build A Bear, with Riley (the first one, they have made plenty more), a huge wolf that she had gotten from a family member, a little dinosaur, that she couldn't sleep without when she was little, a little teddy, that she couldn't sleep without when she was little as well and a few others.

There was also a few of those teddy bears, that looked like wrestlers. Rey Mysterio, John Cena, Batista, The Hurricane and the Undertaker. She wanted Jeff Hardy's, Matt Hardy's, Shane Helms (the one for him, not for his old character The Hurricane) and Shannon Moores, and a few others. (A/N: I don't know if they have some of these, but let's pretend they do lol)

Then on another self next to that with her wrestling figures. Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Undertaker, Triple H, HBK, Batista, and a few others.

Taylor remembered something Riley had once said.

Flashback

"You know, I wonder what Willow would say, if she knew that in a way, her dad and Uncle were sort of watching over her." Riley commented, in a low whisper.

"What?" Taylor asked, looking over at her. They were checking on Willow.

"Well, she has Matt and Jeff's figures right there and well, it's like they are watching over her." Riley explained.

Where Willow's figures were, was put so you couldn't see them when no light was on in the room and even with the blinds open on Willow's two windows you couldn't see them. They were sort of in the corner. Willow had picked that spot, cause it freaked her out to see the moon highlighting their faces.

"Yeah, she does, I guess." Taylor agreed.

"Yeah...come on, let's go before she wakes up." Riley stated.

End Flashback

Taylor chuckled lowly, closing the door. She headed to her room.

She got dressed for bed and sat down on the edge of her bed. She pulled out a key from the top drawer of her side table and pulled out a box from under her bed. She settled against her head board. She never wanted Willow to see this, till she decided she wanted her too.

She unlocked the box, which had notes and pictures. Notes from her old friends and Willow's father and pictures of them hanging out and joking off.

She looked at one picture which had Taylor with her dirty blond hair, that was cut, just barely touching her shoulders and Matt had his arms around her from behind in a hug. They had been joking off after Matt, Jeff and them had, had a wrestling show that had went well and Jeff had snapped the picture.

They both were grinning widely and looked like they were in love.

Taylor smiled sadly. A part of her just wanted to tell Willow who her real father was, but she'd probably hate her for not telling her, for lying all these years.

She always told her that she never knew Matt, Jeff or any of their friends, when she had lived in Cameron. She said, she went to a different high school. She said, she had lost her old year books, so Willow would never be able to see them.

Taylor sniffed and blinked back tears. She looked at another picture, which was of her, Matt, Jeff, Shane, Jason and Shannon laughing as they practiced, on their wrestling.

Well, while the guys really. They didn't want her to get hurt, while practicing with them.

A old friend of hers had took the picture. She had been Jason's girlfriend at the time.

Taylor wiped at her eyes. She placed the photos back and locked the box up, sliding it under her bed and then hid the key in her drawer. She flicked off the light and laid down under her covers.

'G'night, Matt.'

With Riley And Her Scheming Mind

"Riley, come to bed." came the drowsy voice of Riley's husband, Jared Winchester.

"In a minute, hun!" Riley called back, from her computer. She could have been on her laptop in the bedroom, but if she had, then Jared would be wanting her to turn it off, and she just couldn't! And she wouldn't! Not even for him...

God, Taylor better love her for this.

Riley at the moment was using her scheming mind.

She was writing a letter, and posting a few pictures on it.

Who was she writing to?

None other then Willow's father, aka Matt Hardy.

Why?

Because if she didn't, then he'd never, never, ever, EVER find out he had a daughter. And Riley was NOT letting that happen!

Willow deserved a father. Riley knew that for the last few years, she (Willow) just figured her father didn't give a fuck about her and didn't give a damn about her mom either. Riley snickered, when she thought of how Willow would react when she found out one of her favorite wrestlers was her dad.

Riley figured she'd give the letter to Matt when they went to Smackdown, that is if he came outside and signed autographs. If he didn't, then she'd give it to somebody and ask them too, or she'd— GAH! She'd figure out something in the next two weeks...hopefully.

Riley looked over the letter. The pictures were placed carefully in the letter. Like when it said about Willow doing something, there was a picture that showed that. Like the time, she had went and broke her damn arm, by wrestling with Riley herself...BUT! It was NOT her fault... Okay, maybe it was Riley's fault somewhat, but JESUS! The girl was ALWAYS getting hurt! Damn...

Riley yawned, figuring she could finish up the letter in the morning, before picking up Willow, to go to the pool hall to hang out, before going to the mall to get something's.

Riley saved her work (she was not going to make the mistake of deleting it! Again...), and turned off the computer. She headed up to her and Jared's room. She smiled at Jared, who was asleep, snoring softly. She got into her pj's and climbed into bed, snuggling up close to him. Jared wrapped his arm around Riley and pulled her close.

Riley couldn't help but snicker in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

'I can't wait till we go to Smackdown! Hehe...'

Snore.

A/N: Hahaha lol hope you guys liked it! Review! Lmfao Riley and her scheming mind! You should be ashamed Lyssa! LOL haha, of course, the fact that I would do the same, means I need to be ashamed too...lmfao REVIEW!