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Love Is Insane And Baby We Are Too
Chapter 9: It All Starts Here
"So, how're those pancakes?" Randy asked me from across the table as we sat in the corner of an IHOP together. It's really late and we have to drive through the night to get to the next show. My dad had retired to his hotel after my match with Sara and the kids, who were headed home in the morning, and I'd left Amy to travel with Jeff so I could go with Randy.
"They're delicious," I answered, then shoved a bite into my mouth. They were some specialty pancake, loaded with fudge and caramel and nuts and whipped cream.
"I can't believe how good you looked in that match tonight. You learned a lot in a short time," Randy commented, eating some of his French toast. I smiled up at the handsome, smirking man, truly complimented. "It's impressive."
"Thanks," I blushed. "It was Amy. She worked with me a lot." Randy nodded and continued eating. Whenever my friends came up, he liked to let the subject die before he said anything that would make me mad, I could tell. Brushingsome hair behind my ear and sipping my coffee, I sunk into the back of the booth, getting comfortable.
Until some familiar faces caught my eye.
"Oh jeeze," I grumbled under my breath as I put my coffee down and looked to the entrance. I should've never told Matt where I was going. I should've known he'd follow me when he realized I left with Orton.
"Well what a coincidence. X and Randy, hey guys. Mind if we join ya'll?" Matt asked, fake innocence in his voice, coming over to our table with Amy and the walking paint by numbers trailing behind him.
"Actually y—" I started, but was cut off.
"Great!" Matt interrupted me, sitting next Randy. Amy slipped into the booth beside me, giving me an apologetic look, and Jeff pulled a chair up and sat at the end of the table. He tossed a long glare at Randy, then a short one at me before opening a menu.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him," Amy whispered, giving me a sympathetic smile. I believed her, because Matt was persistent, and a control freak.
"So Randy, what're ya'll up to?" Matt asked after the waitress came over and took their drink orders. He patted Randy on the shoulder, and not in a friendly way, because Matt had malice in his eyes. I never knew he disliked Randy so much. This is going to be bad.
"Well Hardy, we were enjoying a nice, quiet dinner," Randy boldly responded. I saw the irritation flash in Matt's eyes. Oh jesus. Does he have to do this to me?
"Sorry if we spoiled your good time Orton, but I don't get to see X much. You know she's my best friend. Like my sister. And I look out for her. If anythin' bad happened to her, I'd be pretty pissed off," Matt warned not so discretely, locking eyes with Randy.
Come on! I knew I was on thin ice with Matt too but this was ridiculous. How could I just sit here and wait around for him to completely sabotage any chance I had with Randy.
"Well, don't worry. I'll keep X safe and sound. Run along now," Randy taunted, a smirk on his lips. No! Stop that! Matt has a short fuse.
I didn't know what to do or say. All I could do was just watch as in unfolded right in front of me. What a disaster.
"I think I'm quite comfortable right here actually," Matt challenged.
"Matt," I warned, worried this situation was about to explode. I really don't want a scene in the middle of a goddamn IHOP!
Matt just gave me an innocent smile. "Yes?" he questioned coyly.
"Don't," was all I said, simple as that. But the way I said it forbade him from continuing this harassment of the guy I could potentially be dating soon.
"Don't what?" I know I frowned as he played stupid, like I didn't know what he was trying to do. Hello, my dad is the Undertaker. I know exactly what's happening when a guy is trying to scare someone off.
"Don't act like this! You can't chase away every guy that shows any interest in me at all! Do you want me to be alone for the rest of my life?" I demanded to know.
"Of course not. But I don't think you deserve to have your heart broken by some scumbag," Matt snapped, glaring at Randy.
"Excuse me?" Randy interrupted, shocked Matt had the nerve to imply that when he was sitting right there. I kind of was too, which made me worry. Why was Matt so adamant about me staying away from Randy?
"I didn't stutter Orton. You aren't fit to breathe the same air as her, nevermind—"
"Matt!" I stepped in before it got too personal. This is getting ridiculous and embarrassing. "You're being an ass," I told my friend. I don't know why he thought this was the time and place for an intervention, but it wasn't.
"You aren't travelin' with him X," he then proceeded to flat out tell me.
"You can't tell me what to do!" I immediately protested. I loved Matt like a brother, but I was grown, whether he liked it or not.
"You're right. But I don't think daddy dearest would like it very much if I called him and told him you're plannin' on trvelin' to the next stop with him. Alone." I frowned. He was right. And he'd do it too. Like I said before, Matt's a control freak. It's his way or no way. "You can go with Amy and Jeff."
"I'm not a little girl Matt. You can't run my life for me," I barked, slamming my hands on the table. That turned a lot of heads., not that the place was exactly packed this time of night.
"Come on X. Come outside with me," Amy coaxed, sensing how hostile this situation was getting and probably wishing she'd bee able to talk Matt out of following me here. I bit my lower lip and scowled. I can't believe him sometimes! He needs to realize… "I don't need you Matt. I can take care of myself."
That hit a nerve. I saw his face fall as Amy stood up, gently holding my arm and leading me outside. I could feel the three sets of male eyes on me as I tried to hold the tears back. God I'm such a crybaby.
I leaned against the wall and Amy hugged me. "I can't stand it Amy. He's worse then my dad. Did you know I've never even had a boyfriend? And this— this is the closest thing I've ever had to a date! The first guy I've ever kissed is stupid Jeff! And I didn't even want to!" I mumbled into her shoulder while she patted my back and smoothed my hair comfortingly.
"And here I was comin' out here to be nice," Jeff's southern accent drawled from the door. He strolled over with his arms folded over his chest. "You really hurt him when you said that."
I sniffled and Amy let me go as I fell back against the outside wall of the restaurant. I wiped my teary eyes with the backs of my hands then rubbed my face. "Well he needed to hear it. He isn't my dad. He's worse! He can't protect me from everything. Randy. Likes. Me. He actually fucking likes me! And he actually has the balls to ask me out and Matt has to ruin it. I would never in a million years dream of doing something like that to him. I'd want him to be happy."
"He doeswant you to be happy. He just doesn't want you to get hurt. You should be glad you have someone to look out for you like him because most people don't," Jeff stated firmly. His eyes bore into mine until I blinked and looked away as the door opened again.
Amy shifted uncomfortably as Matt and Randy walked out, giving each other looks that could kill and arguing.
"She's all grown up Hardy, whether you like it or not. She can make her own decisions," Randy started up again, now that we were all outside and the spectators couldn't hear us.
"Do whatever you want," Matt growled, storming over to the rental car. Randy looked shocked that Matt had just dropped it that easily. But I knew what that meant. It meant Jeff had been right, and Matt really was extremely hurt by my words. And I couldn't go with Randy, because now I had to make sure my friendship was in tact.
I turned to the tall wrestler and put my hands on his chest to prevent him from continuing this argument any further. "I can't go with you," I muttered. Not when Matt was this mad.
It was Randy's turn to sigh now. He eyes were sharp, piercing right through me. He almost looked evil, before he turned it to Matt, then back at me. "Yeah… whatever. I'll… talk to you later."
"I shouldnt've said what I said to him. If I go with you, he'll just be angrier. And like he said, we're best friends. I'm sorry. Maybe another time?" I elaborated hopefully as we walked over to his rental. He scratched the back of his neck and nodded.
"Definitely," he smirked, seeming to get over the altercation quickly, leaning forward and kissing me on the lips softly.
Every nerve in my body was alive, tingling with joy as his mouth moved against mine. It was the first time he kissed me. It was the first kiss I'd ever had that wasn't written in a script.
"You're a fucking dream to put up with this shit, you know that?" I laughed when he pulled away. He's too perfect, he really is. I can't understand why the guys dislike him so much.
"Yeah, well, I guess I think you're worth it," he charmed. "See you at the hotel tomorrow. Maybe for breakfast?" he suggested, opening the trunk and handing me my bags. I took them and he slammed the trunk closed.
"I'll be there. But make it lunch. I don't think I'll be up for breakfast," I told him realistically, before pecking him on the lips hesitantly and then quickly scurrying off over to where Jeff and Amy were waiting by the car Matt had already gotten into. Surprisingly he was in the passenger's seat and Amy was standing by the driver's side, keys in hand.
She popped the trunk and gave me one of those 'what was that?' looks, raised eyebrows included. I threw my things in the trunk and shut it, climbing into the backseat with Jeff. He was giving me a weird look too. "What?" I asked. But he just frowned and shrugged, turning his head to look out the window instead of at me.
I rolled my eyes as Amy pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the hotel where Matt would stay tonight and catch a plane home in the morning. The entire car ride was silent and when we pulled up to the hotel, Matt immediately opened the door and slammed it shut, then walked right into the hotel silently.
"You going after him?" Amy asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror. But I shook my head. Now isn't a good time. I'm still mad at Matt for embarrassing me and he's quite obviously furious. It would only cause an explosion.
Amy sighed and brushed some hair out of her face. "Can you drive?" I nodded and got out of the car. Amy drove last time, so it was technically my turn. I got into the driver's seat and was surprised when Jeff came up front and sat in the passenger's seat, immediately fooling around with the radio. Amy lay down across the backseat and I drove off, hoping Matt would forgive me and answer the phone when I called him tomorrow.
"Matt? Matt pick up! Matt, call me back!" I whined into his voicemail. He wasn't answering my calls. Damn it, damn it, damn it!
I whimpered and shut my phone, dropping my head on the table. It had only taken us an hour and a half to get to the hotel and Amy, Jeff and I had gone right to the bar. Jeff was already in the room though now and Amy and I were hanging out with Paul and Brian. It was late, but we only had a house show tomorrow, which was like an easy day.
Now, I'm pretty smashed. Paul and Brian thought it would be funny to get me drunk, despite Amy's protests, so they bought me a few drinks. It only takes me about one and a half Grateful Deads to be out of my mind. I've had three. I think the tag team was disappointed to find out I'm not a happy drunk when my best friend hates me and won't answer his phone.
I knew I was being a buzz kill and I was getting tired of Brian going on and on about Jeff's alleged feelings for me. He was fully convinced there was something going on between us that we were hiding, which is why we were always at each other's throats, no matter how much I denied it.
I groaned and bumped my head on the table a few times in agony, giving up on the day. "I'm going up to our room," I muttered to my friend and stood, wobbly.
"You gonna be okay?" Amy asked, concerned. She looked skeptical, but she still seemed wide-awake, having slept on the way, and the two wrestlers we were with didn't seem as though they were retiring any time soon.
"Fine, fine," I assured her and made my way out of the bar and towards the elevator, stumbling over my own feet and knowing I'd be feeling this in the morning. I hit the button for floor three and opened my phone when the elevator door closed. I sent Matt some texts and sad faces, until the door opened and I wandered around, trying to find my room.
I hit the send button one last time, a final attempt at calling my friend for the night and the phone rang as I fumbled with my keycard and slid it through the radar. I opened the door to see Jeff's bedside lamp on, but him fast asleep in his bed. Amy and I were sharing the other bed.
"Hey, this is Matt. I can't answer my phone right now, so leave a message and I'll get right back to ya."
"Shit!" I cried out and whipped the phone across the room. Jeff jumped up as I crumpled to the floor and cried into the carpet.
"What the hell're you doin'?" he asked groggily, climbing out of his bed and looking down at me. I sobbed and pounded my fist into the floor, then screamed loudly in frustration again.
Suddenly, Jeff's arms wrapped around my torso and he struggled to lift me off the ground, trying to get me into my bed. "Shh, do you have any idea what time it is? You're gonna wake up the whole damn hotel!" he hissed as he walked me over to my bed.
"Jeff…" I sobbed as I sat down on my bed. "Matt won't answer his phone."
"Cause it's almost three in the damn mornin'!" Jeff reasoned as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I grabbed him by the middle and cried into his wife beater causing him to just sigh and hesitantly pat my hair. "He'll get over it. Give him a few days."
"No Jeff, he hates me!" I nearly yelled into his abdomen. Even drunk though I realized this was close contact for me to be making with this certain individual, and instead I dropped backwards on the bed. "Why the hell is it a sauna in here?" I muttered, rubbing my face, which I knew was probably beat red.
"Cause you're drunk," Jeff answered simply, shaking his head and lifting up my foot as he pulled one of my shoes off and tossed it on the floor. For some reason when he said that, I cried a little more like a sloppy mess. But even though he looked at me like I was a lunatic, he pulled my other shoe off still anyway.
"C'mon, get in bed," Jeff instructed me, pulling the corner of the covers down. I shook my head defiantly and got off the bed, stumbling over to my phone. Luckily, it was still working. I sent a call to Matt again and sat down in the corner on the floor, facing the wall.
"Matt, please call me back. Matt I'm sorry," I cried into the speaker. I heard Jeff sigh, yet again, and he came over to me and took the phone out of my hands, having to pry my fingers loose.
"Call her back," he said into the device before shutting the phone. He placed it on the bedside table and then came back over to me. I had my face buried in my hands as I cried and rocked back and forth on the floor, probably looking like a mental patient. "Get up X." I made no move to obey him, so he got me up himself. "Call him when you get up. Go to sleep now." Jeff guided me to the bed again and sat me down.
"Why's it so, fucking hot!?" I proclaimed again, throwing a pillow against the wall in an attempt to let off some steam. My vision was so twisted and my mind was so blurry, I had no grasp on what I was doing or saying. I clawed at my tank top and pulled it over my head, then wiggled out of my pants, leaving me in just my underwear. Then, trying to get comfortable, as Jeff had requested, I lay on my side and watched as he walked over to get the pillow and put it back on the bed.
But as he returned the pillow to my bed, I tank I shocked us both when I snatched his hand as he walked by me to return to his bed. His eyes found mine immediately, looking really confused.
It was like an out of body experience.
It just happened.
It was beyond my control.
My body just… moved.
I sat myself up on my knees and pulled him down by his neck, pressing my lips to his in a sloppy, drunken kiss. I don't know what I was thinking.
Well obviously, I wasn't thinking!
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