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Chapter Title: Neakita. Neakita means Wild Rose in Choctaw.
Enjoy, Lina(:
"Are you ready yet," my impatient best friend yelled for the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. Okay, so that's an overshot but it seems like it could have been the millionth time.
"Gimme five minutes!"
I looked in the full length mirror once more. My tight hip-hugging jeans fell right where I wanted, being held in place by a Matt Hardy belt. The black lacey top that showed my abs along with the perfect amount of cleavage made me feel sexy and not sluttish. I topped the look off with four inch black strappy heels. As I walked down the stairs I picked up a purple H.I.M. jacket and zipped it half way up.
"Finally!"
I rolled my blue eyes, "You need to get some patience. We have an hour, chill would ya?"
"You my darling sister need to move your ass and stop complaining. Lets go!"
I climbed in my black Cadillac CTS and we listened to the radio, mainly Motley Crue for the thirty-minute drive. By the time we got to the arena for Friday Night Smackdown, there was a line almost out of the front door.
After twenty-minutes, thirty texts, and five glares we finally made it to our seats. I'd have to say they were in the absolute prefect place- middle seats in the front row and our back to the main cameras, meaning when the superstars made their entrances they would face the side we were sitting on.
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The matches had been amazing. My favorite had to be Lay-Cool verus Kelly Kelly and Tiffany. I think I might have been the only one CHEERING for Lay-Cool. I can't help that I actually like them. They remind me of high school teenagers with their antics and it actually makes me laugh.
During the match, I came to the conclusion that I was overjoyed with the fact that I chopped all my hair off in a spree of the moment decision, two days ago. Before with my waist length platinum blonde hair, I looked like a Barbie doll also known as Kelly Kelly. Now, I have barely shoulder length dirty blonde hair with lime green streaks in it.
The WWE showed an interview on the screen with Matt and Jeff Hardy about how Adriana Rose, their manager, had gotten inured eight months ago in a match with Serena from the Straightedge Society.
"I gotta pee. Be back."
Sydney looked at me with a funny expression, "you'll miss their entrance."
I shrugged, "they have TVs everywhere."
She quirked an eyebrow but didn't say anything as I left.
No More Words by EndEverAfter blared as I passed the door to the women's restroom. I stopped when I got to a door with the words backstage in big, black letters on it. I quickly looked around before quietly slipping through.
oooooOOOooooo
I dropped down into a metal folding chair and folded my arms across my chest.
"Ruby Nichole."
I smirked, "Matthew Moore."
He rolled his eyes and pulled me into his arms, "I'm so glad your back."
I quickly returned his hug, "Eight months is a long time."
"Exactly baby hurricane."
I groaned, "enough with the name."
He smirked, "if ya didn't wanna be called that ya probably shouldn't of did that to your head."
I threw a fake glare at him, "I missed you and your stupidness, Hardy."
He shrugged, "I missed you too, Helms."
That's right. My last name is Helms. I'm Shane Helms little sister, well half sister. His dad and my mom got together about 3 years after he was born. I've been around these guys my entire life. If it were up to my dad, I would have had nothing to do with Shane or any of his friends. Hell, if it were up to him, I'd probably been in a boarding school my entire life. Luckily, my mom was best friends, almost like sisters with Ruby Hardy, Matt and Jeff's mother. She was my godmother until she passed away. I was even named after her, much to my father's dismay. He wanted to name me Candy. What kind of father in their right mind would want their daughter to be named Candy? Doesn't that just scream stripper? That's like tattooing a huge ass sign on my forehead saying, "make stupid jokes about me." I swear, if anyone ever asked what my flavor was, I would have killed them.
"So you're a hundred percent healed?"
"For the thousandth time, yes Matthew," I rolled my eyes and stabbed at my chocolate chip pancakes.
We decided to go to ihop after the show. We being Matt and Jeff, I had no choice in the matter. Sydney threatened to murder me if I ever hid something that important from her again. Sadly, part of me actually believes her. She's crazy. Since, I'm not crazy I'm blaming it on her father. I know mine wasn't crazy since obviously Shane and I aren't. It's not Sydney's and my mom or, again I'd be crazy.
OooooOOOooooo
"So what are ya bout to do, Neakita?"
I smiled at the nickname, "We're going home. I want my bed. I'll come by in the morning."
No earlier then 1 please."
I laughed, "sure thang Mattie."
He chuckled and gave the two of us girls a hug and kissed my cheek before him and Jeff left for Cameron.
I live in Raleigh, North Carolina. My house is about 5 miles from Shane's place, although I don't see him much. I'm approximately an hour away from Matt and Jeff. That hour makes for a lot of interesting car rides back and forth between cities, not to mention the detours to Southern Pines and Gas Chamber Ink, Shannon's shop.
When I first met Shannon, I thought he was a girl. I was ten and he had bigger boobs then me! How was I supposed to know he had balls? He set me straight quickly. Especially one time after we fought for probably ten minutes over him being a girl or a guy, he looked me straight in the eye and pulled his basketball shorts down. I never doubted him again.
