Later that week...
Miranda was walking towards her hotel room after a long night to rest up for a big day tomorrow. Matt came running up behind her and called out her name. Miranda stuck her key into the door as Matt ran up behind her and panted. She panicked and tried to calm him down. He was out of breath and held his hand out with her purse in his palm.
Miranda gasped. "Thank you! I would've died, if I'd forgotten it at the arena for someone to steal my money! Thanks, Matt!"
Matt caught his breath. "No problem."
Miranda smiled and turned towards her door. "Well, I have to go. Thanks again, Matt."
"Look, I have some information you and Bri might need in your case against Amy." Matt looked around for people walking the hallway. "And from what the word is about her that I've heard, all I have to say about you girls is... you've got two more believers."
"Who??" Miranda's heart raced as those words came out of his mouth.
"Jeff and I. We both heard a few things while she was..." He looked down the hallway and saw Amy coming. "Look, maybe we should go inside. I don't want her to see us."
Miranda quickly shoved the key in the keyhole and tried turning the lock to open the door, but it was stuck. Amy went further down the hallway and glared at the two. She smacked Matt's butt and pulled him towards her. Matt was struggling out of her grip as she wrapped her arms around his waist and planted a kiss on his lips. Miranda's heart sunk in her stomach; how could Matt betray her like that?
"Oh, baby. I'm so turned on. Let's go have sex, Matt." Amy shoved her tongue down his throat.
"I'll-I'll see you later, Matt." A tear rose to Miranda's eyes as she sunk into her hotel room, slamming the door. Why did Matt do that? He said he believed that Amy was the cause of Stephanie's injury, but then he goes and makes out with her in the hallway? Why did he do this to her?
Matt pushed the red-haired succubus against the wall and angrily shouted in a fury. "Look, Amy! I don't like you! I don't want you doing that to me! You may have fooled everyone else in the backstage area about your plot to harm Stephanie, but you haven't fooled M, Bri, Jeff, or me!"
"Oh, Matt, don't be foolish. You can't possibly believe those stupid Mallerys. What do THEY know?" Amy laughed haughtily.
"A lot more than you, Amy." Matt stormed off to his hotel room as Amy stood in the hallway, glaring at him walking off.
"Oh, Matt, you're so naïve. If only you knew my plan, sweetie." She screamed down the hall. M was standing at the door the entire time hanging on to Matt's every word. 'Maybe this isn't his fault' she thought to herself. 'He doesn't seem like he's putting on an act.'
Miranda lay on the bed awake, thinking about Stephanie. She couldn't understand how someone could be so cruel and heartless as to try to kill the boss's daughter. No one could understand it, except for the slutty bitch who did this to her. M wasn't about to let her get away with this.
A knock came on the door around 2 that morning. "Miranda? Open up." she rose from her bed and looked out the small hole in the door, saw Matt standing there and opened the door. "Hey." she said, half asleep.
"Hey. About earlier, I..." he started.
"That wasn't your fault. But what is this *information* you have to help Bri and me?" she asked.
"Well, you see, it's like this. Jeff and I, we were at..." he began, before she interrupted him again.
"Come on, get in here. I'm not about to let that whore get between our conversations again. She's gotten away with enough for one night." She said, pulling Matt's shirtsleeve as she closed the door behind them.
"So, where's Bri?" he asked, investigating the room as if he had never stepped foot inside of a motel before.
"She's with David. They won't be back until around 6, same as usual. I wouldn't want to spoil their *fun* if you know what I mean." she smirked. "Matt, I think what Amy did to you earlier was really rotten. I mean, it might not seem like much, but she more or less took advantage of you. I wouldn't want something touching me that's fucked every guy from here to California, including half of Canada. Of course, I did let Chris touch me, and he fucked her, but oh well. Anyway, why don't you and Jeff just stay away from her while you have the chance? You know she's trouble."
"Yeah, and if she finds me in here there's going to BE trouble. I can guarantee you that."
"She's not gonna touch you." Miranda said, sitting on the edge of the bed after putting her slippers on.
"Bullshit. She has Chris. He scares the hell out of me, Miranda!" he said, his voice skipping every few words from the lump in his throat. "I am so scared right now, it's pathetic. I'm not the type that fears much; I think I more than prove that in the ring. What's the saying? Fear is only a four letter word?"
"Fear? Yeah, but remember this. She's with you guys, and Slut is only a four-letter word. She is the slut, and you're too damn good for her. You deserve so much better than low-grade bottom feeding trash like her." She said, looking up as a tear ran down his face.
"You seriously think so?"
"Of course I do, otherwise, why would I have said it?"
"I don't know, Miranda, I just...everyone loves Jeff. Everyone. It's always been Jeff this, Jeff that. Ever since mom died, it's like I didn't exist. Jeff treated me all right, but even when we got into the federation, everyone liked Jeff better than me. Go sign online once. How many Matt Hardy sites do you see compared to Jeff Hardy sites? No one likes me, no one wants me, I'm a nobody! That's why I stick with Amy, she makes me feel wanted, in some sickening, provocative way, but I feel as if someone needs me, wants me, even if it is for the worst. I can't help but feel that way, it's just that...I'm a reject. There's no excuse for it." his voice faded into a light whimper as he finished, sitting himself on the other bed in Miranda's room with his back turned toward her.
"No, you're not." she said, putting her hand on his shoulder as she walked over beside him. "You're the farthest thing from a nobody that I've ever seen."
"Don't even try it. I've heard it all before. Matt, you're special, blah blah. Look at where I am now." he said, trying not to look up.
"Look at me, Matt." she said as he slightly turned his head. "Everyone is somebody's somebody, and you can never forget that. If you find someone you truly love, and I mean love everything about them. They way they walk, the way they talk, the way their breath makes all of your heartaches disappear as if they had never happened. When you feel when you're with them as if you could walk on water and never drown, and keep walking for eternity. When you find that someone, tell them. Rejection means it isn't true. There's only one way to find where you're wanted, and that's where your heart leads you. Trust me...I'm still searching too. It's not easy, but it has to be well worth it in the long run."
"I'd better get out of here. I look like an immature brat crying like this." He said, getting up.
"Why don't you crash here for the night? You don't seem to be in any shape to be alone right now." She said as he nodded in approval.
"Night." She said softly, climbing under the covers.
"Night." He answered.
Miranda was walking towards her hotel room after a long night to rest up for a big day tomorrow. Matt came running up behind her and called out her name. Miranda stuck her key into the door as Matt ran up behind her and panted. She panicked and tried to calm him down. He was out of breath and held his hand out with her purse in his palm.
Miranda gasped. "Thank you! I would've died, if I'd forgotten it at the arena for someone to steal my money! Thanks, Matt!"
Matt caught his breath. "No problem."
Miranda smiled and turned towards her door. "Well, I have to go. Thanks again, Matt."
"Look, I have some information you and Bri might need in your case against Amy." Matt looked around for people walking the hallway. "And from what the word is about her that I've heard, all I have to say about you girls is... you've got two more believers."
"Who??" Miranda's heart raced as those words came out of his mouth.
"Jeff and I. We both heard a few things while she was..." He looked down the hallway and saw Amy coming. "Look, maybe we should go inside. I don't want her to see us."
Miranda quickly shoved the key in the keyhole and tried turning the lock to open the door, but it was stuck. Amy went further down the hallway and glared at the two. She smacked Matt's butt and pulled him towards her. Matt was struggling out of her grip as she wrapped her arms around his waist and planted a kiss on his lips. Miranda's heart sunk in her stomach; how could Matt betray her like that?
"Oh, baby. I'm so turned on. Let's go have sex, Matt." Amy shoved her tongue down his throat.
"I'll-I'll see you later, Matt." A tear rose to Miranda's eyes as she sunk into her hotel room, slamming the door. Why did Matt do that? He said he believed that Amy was the cause of Stephanie's injury, but then he goes and makes out with her in the hallway? Why did he do this to her?
Matt pushed the red-haired succubus against the wall and angrily shouted in a fury. "Look, Amy! I don't like you! I don't want you doing that to me! You may have fooled everyone else in the backstage area about your plot to harm Stephanie, but you haven't fooled M, Bri, Jeff, or me!"
"Oh, Matt, don't be foolish. You can't possibly believe those stupid Mallerys. What do THEY know?" Amy laughed haughtily.
"A lot more than you, Amy." Matt stormed off to his hotel room as Amy stood in the hallway, glaring at him walking off.
"Oh, Matt, you're so naïve. If only you knew my plan, sweetie." She screamed down the hall. M was standing at the door the entire time hanging on to Matt's every word. 'Maybe this isn't his fault' she thought to herself. 'He doesn't seem like he's putting on an act.'
Miranda lay on the bed awake, thinking about Stephanie. She couldn't understand how someone could be so cruel and heartless as to try to kill the boss's daughter. No one could understand it, except for the slutty bitch who did this to her. M wasn't about to let her get away with this.
A knock came on the door around 2 that morning. "Miranda? Open up." she rose from her bed and looked out the small hole in the door, saw Matt standing there and opened the door. "Hey." she said, half asleep.
"Hey. About earlier, I..." he started.
"That wasn't your fault. But what is this *information* you have to help Bri and me?" she asked.
"Well, you see, it's like this. Jeff and I, we were at..." he began, before she interrupted him again.
"Come on, get in here. I'm not about to let that whore get between our conversations again. She's gotten away with enough for one night." She said, pulling Matt's shirtsleeve as she closed the door behind them.
"So, where's Bri?" he asked, investigating the room as if he had never stepped foot inside of a motel before.
"She's with David. They won't be back until around 6, same as usual. I wouldn't want to spoil their *fun* if you know what I mean." she smirked. "Matt, I think what Amy did to you earlier was really rotten. I mean, it might not seem like much, but she more or less took advantage of you. I wouldn't want something touching me that's fucked every guy from here to California, including half of Canada. Of course, I did let Chris touch me, and he fucked her, but oh well. Anyway, why don't you and Jeff just stay away from her while you have the chance? You know she's trouble."
"Yeah, and if she finds me in here there's going to BE trouble. I can guarantee you that."
"She's not gonna touch you." Miranda said, sitting on the edge of the bed after putting her slippers on.
"Bullshit. She has Chris. He scares the hell out of me, Miranda!" he said, his voice skipping every few words from the lump in his throat. "I am so scared right now, it's pathetic. I'm not the type that fears much; I think I more than prove that in the ring. What's the saying? Fear is only a four letter word?"
"Fear? Yeah, but remember this. She's with you guys, and Slut is only a four-letter word. She is the slut, and you're too damn good for her. You deserve so much better than low-grade bottom feeding trash like her." She said, looking up as a tear ran down his face.
"You seriously think so?"
"Of course I do, otherwise, why would I have said it?"
"I don't know, Miranda, I just...everyone loves Jeff. Everyone. It's always been Jeff this, Jeff that. Ever since mom died, it's like I didn't exist. Jeff treated me all right, but even when we got into the federation, everyone liked Jeff better than me. Go sign online once. How many Matt Hardy sites do you see compared to Jeff Hardy sites? No one likes me, no one wants me, I'm a nobody! That's why I stick with Amy, she makes me feel wanted, in some sickening, provocative way, but I feel as if someone needs me, wants me, even if it is for the worst. I can't help but feel that way, it's just that...I'm a reject. There's no excuse for it." his voice faded into a light whimper as he finished, sitting himself on the other bed in Miranda's room with his back turned toward her.
"No, you're not." she said, putting her hand on his shoulder as she walked over beside him. "You're the farthest thing from a nobody that I've ever seen."
"Don't even try it. I've heard it all before. Matt, you're special, blah blah. Look at where I am now." he said, trying not to look up.
"Look at me, Matt." she said as he slightly turned his head. "Everyone is somebody's somebody, and you can never forget that. If you find someone you truly love, and I mean love everything about them. They way they walk, the way they talk, the way their breath makes all of your heartaches disappear as if they had never happened. When you feel when you're with them as if you could walk on water and never drown, and keep walking for eternity. When you find that someone, tell them. Rejection means it isn't true. There's only one way to find where you're wanted, and that's where your heart leads you. Trust me...I'm still searching too. It's not easy, but it has to be well worth it in the long run."
"I'd better get out of here. I look like an immature brat crying like this." He said, getting up.
"Why don't you crash here for the night? You don't seem to be in any shape to be alone right now." She said as he nodded in approval.
"Night." She said softly, climbing under the covers.
"Night." He answered.