A/N: Whew! Longest chapter yet! I only own the OCs.
Dirty Deeds
A WWE Fanfic
CH 12: Dinner
Matt and I are both quiet as we leave the kids and their parents in the arena. We walk back to my locker room. I'm sure, like me, that Matt needs to pack his things. However, he hesitates outside the room. "Are you sure you don't need a ride back to the hotel?"
"I'm pretty sure. Punk usually stays late, and he can give me a ride."
Matt makes a face. "Come on, Michelle," he says. "Do you really want to ride with the straightedge society? You'll never hear the end of the preaching with those three."
"Punk's okay," I say. "Sometimes."
Matt just shakes his head. "I got so sick of that guy when he and Jeff were feuding. All that straightedge crap was annoying." He pauses. "Why don't you want me to give you a ride? Is this about Maria?"
"Why do people keep asking me that?" I mutter.
"You don't like her, do you?"
I shrug. "I think it's mutual, actually."
Matt chuckles. "She did ask me what the hell I thought I was doing, hanging around you. After that Dolph Ziggler thing…"
I feel my cheeks get hot. "Yeah, that was not my finest hour."
He says, "Well, it doesn't matter, anyway. Maria brought her car tonight because she was going to stay back and talk to Mr. McMahon."
"Well, in that case," I say, "sure, Matt. I'd love a ride. If you don't think Maria's going to be mad at you for it?"
Matt says, "She won't care. I'll meet you back here in ten minutes?"
"Sounds good," I say, before pushing my way into the locker room. "See you in ten."
It takes me the entire ten minutes (and more) to get ready. Matt knocks on the door as I'm finishing up. "Are you decent?" he calls through the door.
"No more than usual," I call back, and Matt comes in, chuckling.
"Cute," he says. "You need any help?"
"Nope, I'm done." I zip my last bag up and lift the pair of them, and together, we head to his car. He gets in and unlocks the door for me, so I slide in beside him. "This is starting to feel normal," I comment, when he turns the radio on and it blasts a random song.
"Sorry," Matt says, as he turns the radio off. "Normally Helms rides with me, but he said he needed to go see Mr. McMahon, too."
"Huh. I wonder what that's all about."
"No idea. Storyline, maybe?"
I shrug. "Anyway, thanks for the ride, Matt."
"No problem. I mean, we're both going the same place, right?" He frowns. "You weren't going out somewhere or something, were you?"
"No, just to the hotel," I say.
"You're not hungry?"
"Not too much, no."
Matt turns to look at me. "We could go grab something, take it back to the hotel?"
"Sure, okay."
"Good," Matt says, firing up the car. "How do you feel about hamburgers? I think I saw a fast food place near the hotel."
"Whatever's fine by me."
Matt pulls the car away from the arena. By now, there's almost no traffic. I check the clock and see that it's edging on toward ten. No wonder I'm so tired. I doze off in the car. Matt wakes me up when we're in the drive through. "What do you want, Michelle?"
"Uh?" I glance at the menu. "Just a cheeseburger, I guess. Oh, and a shake. Strawberry."
Matt chuckles. "A cheeseburger and a shake it is." He pulls up to the speaker and orders his food and mine, then pulls through to the second window.
The kid at the window does a double-take. "Holy crap! Are you Matt Hardy?"
Matt smiles. "Yes, I am."
"Wow, awesome! I'm a huge fan of your brother's!"
Matt glances at me as I snicker. "I'll tell him you said so," he says with a smile. "And hey, this is Michelle McCool."
"Who?"
"She's the Diva's champion?"
"Oh, a Diva. Is she one of the hot ones?"
"Hey! I'm right here!" I say.
Matt winks at me. "Yes, she is."
"Cool," the guy says. "Um, so that'll be twelve ninety five." Matt hands over the money and the guy makes change. "Okay, here's your food and your drinks."
"Thanks," Matt says.
"Have a nice night."
"You, too!" Matt says with a grin. Once we're pulled out of the drive through, he starts laughing. "Man, can you believe the nerve of that guy?"
I take my shake and sip it. "Did you say I was one of the hot divas?"
Matt smirks. "Aren't you the Flawless one? That means you're hot, right?"
I steal one of Matt's fries. "Yes, I just wasn't sure you noticed."
"Hey," he says, "no fry stealing. If you want them, you order them next time."
I shoot him a look. "Okay. Next time." I steal another fry.
Matt sighs. "Divas." I poke him in the ribs, and swerves. "Ow! Hey!"
I grin and make a point of stealing another fry, but this one, I hold out for him. "Here. Fries are kind of gross, anyway."
He smirks and bites the fry. "That makes me feel like some kind of wild animal."
I shrug. "Wrestlers are wild animals, right?"
"Mm, guess so." His brow furrows. "Hey, Michelle?"
"Hmm?"
"You sharing a room this time?"
My eyebrows shoot up. "Why?"
He blushes. "Um, I hate eating alone. I'm sharing a room with Helms. I assume you're in with Layla?"
"Yes. Layla and I pretty much always share."
"That's what I thought. Um, so… do you want to eat in one of the rooms, or… we could eat in the car."
I chuckle. "You're not hitting on me, are you?"
"No!" He seems almost offended. "I mean, I have a girlfriend, you know? I wouldn't do that to Maria."
"Well, we've got the food, so we may as well eat together," I agree. "Maybe we should eat in the car. It'll be easier than explaining to our roommates why we're alone together."
"Or there's the park."
"It's the middle of the night. It's probably full of homeless people and muggers."
Matt considers. "Good point." He pulls into the parking lot of the hotel. "So we just eat here, then?"
"Works for me."
"Good. I'm starving." He digs the food out of the bag and hands me my cheeseburger before starting on his food. I'm surprised when he dumps the fries into one of the bags and puts it down between us. "Go ahead, if you want more."
"It's more fun to steal them," I say with a smirk. Nevertheless, I take a fry. "Thanks."
"Sure." It's quiet for several minutes, as we've both got our food to keep us occupied. I'm deep in thought when he clears his throat and says, "So, Michelle…"
"Yes?"
He grins. "Can you believe that guy in the drive through?"
"That was pretty bad," I agree.
"And you were laughing at me, weren't you?"
I shrug. "You know, Hardy, it was amusing."
"Almost as amusing as his question about whether you were a hot diva or not."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, thanks for dragging me into that mess."
"Any time, McCool," he says.
When we're finished with dinner, Matt walks me to my room. I could hear Layla was inside, so I say, "I had fun tonight. Thanks for dinner."
"Sure," he says with a smile.
"But next time, I'm buying."
Matt raises his eyebrows. "Deal."
I smirk and say, "Goodnight, Mr. Hardy."
He's grinning when he answers, "Goodnight to you, Ms. McCool."
I let myself into the room. Layla frowns at me. "Where were you?"
"I stayed late and Matt brought me back."
"Ugh. Matt again?" She shakes her head. "I swear, Michelle, I'll be glad when Wrestlemania's over."
I flop onto the bed, exhausted. "Hit the lights, would you? It's been a long day."
