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Chapter 8: Shake, Rattle, and Roll
"Ever heard of knocking," Matt said sarcastically.
Amy hit him lightly on the arm.
"I'm so glad Michael and Lisa are okay. Thanks for getting them out of the arena."
Paul shrugged, "No problem."
Stephanie smiled, "They wanted to come see Unca Jeffy and Unca Matt."
Amy noticed something sparkling on Stephanie's hand.
"Stephanie, oh my!"... Incredulously, Amy asked, "Is that an engagement ring?"
"Mm. Hmm," Stephanie nodded, her eyes shining brightly.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" Both girls squealed and hugged each other tightly. The guys just rolled their eyes.
"Women," Michael muttered.
"You said it munchkin," Paul said, looking down at Michael.
"So that's where Michael got that from," Stephanie said, glaring at Paul. With her hands on her hips, "Michael's been saying that phrase all day!" Stephanie emphasized. Paul almost seemed to shrink under her steely gaze.
"Busted," Matt whispered to Paul.
"Saved by Vince McMahon,'' Paul deadpanned, "that's a new twist."
"For now," Stephanie said with a sly grin as the headed towards the ring.
Changing the subject, Matt clapped Paul on the shoulder, "Well, congratulations, 2 years, it took you long enough!" Matt said with a grin. When they reached the ring, Matt scanned the crowd. He wasn't surprised to see that Jeff and Nora weren't there. *They probably really did go out to see a late movie.* As Matt and Amy sat down, Vince looked sharply at Amy, "What happened to your ankle? Did you see a doctor yet?" She wanted to say, *Well, duh, didn't you see the match, Kurt tried to break it.* Instead, Amy said the first words that came to mind, "Matt iced my ankle, so it feels much better now," Amy reassured Vince. All eyes turned to Amy. She blushed furiously, wishing she could disappear into the floor. From the corner of her eye, she could see Matt smiling warmly at her. Feeling more at ease, Amy through Matt a grateful look.
"Okay, everyone, in light of what happened yesterday, I'm giving you all 3 days off, in addition to your normal days 2 days off a week. Everyone nodded and cheered. "Thanks everyone, see ya in a couple of days." They all headed back to the locker room. Jess and I are going to see if we can rent a cabin in the mountains," Chris said to Matt, Jeff and Amy as he pulled his gym bag from the locker. "See you guys in a couple of days."
Amy, Matt and Jeff took a deep breath, "Log cabins!" They grinned at each other.
Grinning, Jeff said, "Great minds think alike."
"That was a quick flick," Matt commented.
"Nah, we didn't go to the movies. Nora and I just went for a walk."
Amy quirked an eyebrow, "A ha! I thought you were trying to clear everyone out of the room. Sneaky!" Amy's smile gave her away, though. They all laughed. "What I think I'm going to do is rent a car, head up to Missoula, a quiet, quaint little town a couple hours drive away. Relax, take in the sights, do some horseback riding. What about you guys?"
"Fishing!" Jeff and Matt said at the same time.
"I didn't know you guys liked to fish," she said, intrigued.
"We used to go fishing with Dad when we were younger," Jeff explained.
"I have an idea," Amy said brightly, "If your headed in the same direction I am, we could drive up together." Just then Stephanie and Paul walked into the locker room. Amy frowned as she noticed Stephanie holding a pale-looking Lisa. "What's wrong?" Amy asked in concern, taking a feverish Lisa from Stephanie.
"My tummy hurts," Lisa moaned.
"I think it's all the ice cream she had," Michael said matter-of-factly. Michael covered his hand as if he had forgotten something. "Oops."
"Oops is right," Paul muttered under his breath. Matt and Jeff started snickering until Amy stopped them with an icy glare. Just then Jay and Adam walked by.
"Dude, you guys are so whipped," Jay said. Adam imitated the whooshing sound of a whip and they both walked off, laughing.
Amy rolled her eyes and chose to ignore Jay and Adam's comments.
"How many helpings did she have?" Amy questioned Paul.
"Three," he said guiltily.
"Three! Uncle Wes only let's her have one!"
"That's what Michael told me, but she kept looking at me with her big blue eyes and I knew that she really, really, wanted three," Paul continued.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Amy said with a sigh. "Little one, if this is what you do when you're two, I don't envy your parents when you reach dating age. Thanks for watching Michael and Lisa for me guys," Amy said to Stephanie and Paul. What are you guys doing tomorrow?" Amy asked.
"We're going shopping to get some ideas on what we'd like for the wedding," Paul answered. "We'll see you guys in a few days, have fun."
"Come on Michael," Amy said reaching for his hand. "Let me know what you guys think of my idea. I'll probably be in my room most of the night, to make sure Lisa is feeling okay. See ya later."
"So, did you guys talk things out?" Jeff asked Matt eagerly.
"Well, we talked about the fight, and that's all water under the bridge now," Matt said with a sigh of relief.
"What! You didn't tell her that you love her! How long do you plan on waiting, till she's old and gray!" Jeff said in exasperation. "Hold on a second, there's more to the story," Matt said irritably.
Grinning, Jeff said, "I'm listening."
"Amy kissed me earlier this evening, before the match."
"Well, did you kiss her back?" Jeff asked eagerly.
"No, not at that moment." Jeff groaned.
Annoyed, Matt said, "Jeff, be quiet and let me finish, would ya?" Jeff nodded and they sat down on a bench outside the auditorium. "I kissed her later on though," Matt said, grinning.
"Really! When?" Jeff asked, his interest piqued.
"Well, after I iced her ankle and massaged her shoulders."
"Whoa, your scoring some major brownie points here bro. I'm proud of you," he said, clapping him on the back.
"Well, I guess so," Matt said thoughtfully. "Anyway, I kissed her on the shoulder."
"Awesome! What'd she do?" Jeff asked in suspense.
Matt shrugged, "Nothing."
"Well, why not? Amy had to have known you were kissing her?" Jeff asked, perplexed.
"Probably not," Matt confessed, "it was only a light kiss on the shoulder."
"Ohh," Jeff groaned, putting his face in his hands. "Look big brother, you should have just grabbed the bull by the horns and kissed her. At least, by now, you would know where you stand with her. I mean, there are really only 2 options: she'd either slap you or kiss you."
"I'd prefer the latter," Matt commented dryly. "Besides," Matt said suspiciously, "it sounds like you have experience in that department."
Jeff's face turned as red as a beet. "I'd rather not go there," Jeff said. Jeff sighed. "Okay, I'll tell ya." Jeff said it as if Matt were trying to pry it out of him. I was 13 and had this huge crush on a girl, so one day I decided to bite the bullet and"...
"Bite the bullet," Matt said looking at him, "you make it sound as if you're going to the dentist or something."
Annoyed, Jeff shot back, "Hey, who's telling this story!"
"Alright, alright," Matt said, amused at his brother's defensiveness.
"Anyway, as I was saying, I kissed her then she slapped me. "The icing on the cake," Jeff said sarcastically, "was when her boyfriend punched me."
Matt doubled over in laughter.
"Hey! It's not funny. Remember that nice shiner I came home from school with that day?" Jeff demanded.
Matt wiped his eyes. "Oh, yeah," Matt said thoughtfully. "You said you had hurt yourself playing baseball. Remind me not to ask you for advice on my love-life," Matt said with a chuckle as they got up off the bench. They walked towards the hotel, which was just down the street, when they felt a slight tremor beneath their feet. Matt and Jeff stopped in their tracks. They could hear the ground shifting beneath them.
What did this thing do, follow us from Idaho!" Jeff said in frustration.
"It looks that way," Matt said grimly.
At 8:00 o'clock Matt knocked on Amy's door, adjoining her to He and Jeff's room. *Oh, great, *Amy thought, as she rubbed her red eyes, they're going to know something's wrong."
Putting on a bright smile, Amy opened the door. "Hey Matt," she said. Closing the door behind him, she asked, "What's up?" He gave her a perplexed look. "Don't you remember, about tomorrow?" he questioned. He scrutinized Amy closely. For the first time he noticed her red, puffy eyes and tear-stained face. "Amy, what's the matter?" Matt asked gently. Urgently, Matt asked, "Is Lisa okay?" Amy nodded biting her lip.
"Go on," Amy said, "you were talking about tomorrow," she finished. *She's dodging the question,* Matt thought with a frown.
"Jeff and I had a brainstorm, and we thought it would be a great idea if we took Michael"... he trailed off, and looked at Amy sharply. She pushed her hair back from her face and took a deep breath. "Alright, what gives? Amy, talk to me!" Matt pleaded. "Come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. She turned away from Matt, her back facing him.
"It's Aunt Carrie." Amy felt a single tear slide down her cheek. "She went into cardiac arrest."
"Oh, Amy no," Matt said sorrowfully, sliding his arms around her waist. She turned in his arms, broke down and cried. Amy buried her head in his chest, and murmured, "The doctors don't expect her to make it." A strangled sob escaped her throat. Matt tightened his hold on Amy and gently rocked her back and forth.
"She's going to make it Amy and so will you," he said with conviction. "You're not alone," Matt said softly, placing a kiss against her temple. Amy reluctantly pulled away from Matt. She brushed at his now soggy, brown, wool sweater.
"Sorry I got your shirt all wet," she said ruefully.
"Oh, don't worry about it. It needed to be cleaned anyway," he said with a grin.
She scrunched up her face. "Eww, oh you!" she said. Smiling, she lightly bumped her shoulder against his. *I would do anything just to see her smile,* he thought to himself. He got up and turned on Amy's portable radio. Surprisingly, Tim McGraw's song, "Just to See You Smile" filtered through the small speaker. *Well, what do you know, perfect timing,* he thought to himself.
"Turn up the music, I love this song," Amy said, jumping up off the sofa.
"Care to do the two-step with me?" he said, bowing.
She shook her head. "Nah, I don't do line dancing," she replied, attempting to stifle a grin.
"I don't do flirting," he said seriously, looking directly into her eyes. Her heart jumped, *He's being straight forward with me!* she thought. Amy's heart pounding, she decided to grab the bull by the horns.
Grinning wickedly, she shot back, "I am very good at dancing the Tango." They spent the next few hours dancing, making reservations and talking about their plans for tomorrow.
The next morning:
Feeling a bit better and a little more hopeful, Amy sat in the passenger seat, opposite Chris as he drove to the car rental place.
"Thanks, Chris, I really appreciate this," Amy said gratefully.
"No, problem," he said with a smile. "Jess and I don't leave until 8:00 a.m. anyway."
The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon as they walked out of the car rental center. "They gave you a sharp, little SUV," Chris said approvingly.
"That's no surprise coming from a guy who owns a Rodeo and his wife who owns a Sportage," Amy said with a laugh. Suddenly, Chris and Amy were thrown to the ground as his car exploded into a ball of white, hot flame! Amy slowly picked herself up off the ground.
"Chris!" she yelled over the roar of the fire. She had been pretty close but the explosion had thrown her back. She prayed the same thing had happened to Chris. Finally, through the smoke, she spotted a dark form lying on the ground. She grabbed Chris under the arms and started to pull him away from the wreckage. Stopping every few seconds, she muttered, "For once I wish you weighed less than 200 plus pounds." Finally, she managed to pull him free of the fire, smoke and debris. Exhausted, she sank to her knees beside Chris, put an ear against his chest and desperately tried to listen for a heartbeat. It was faint but there. Relieved, she took a deep breath. She studied his face more closely and let out a choked scream. He wasn't breathing!
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Chapter 8: Shake, Rattle, and Roll
"Ever heard of knocking," Matt said sarcastically.
Amy hit him lightly on the arm.
"I'm so glad Michael and Lisa are okay. Thanks for getting them out of the arena."
Paul shrugged, "No problem."
Stephanie smiled, "They wanted to come see Unca Jeffy and Unca Matt."
Amy noticed something sparkling on Stephanie's hand.
"Stephanie, oh my!"... Incredulously, Amy asked, "Is that an engagement ring?"
"Mm. Hmm," Stephanie nodded, her eyes shining brightly.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" Both girls squealed and hugged each other tightly. The guys just rolled their eyes.
"Women," Michael muttered.
"You said it munchkin," Paul said, looking down at Michael.
"So that's where Michael got that from," Stephanie said, glaring at Paul. With her hands on her hips, "Michael's been saying that phrase all day!" Stephanie emphasized. Paul almost seemed to shrink under her steely gaze.
"Busted," Matt whispered to Paul.
"Saved by Vince McMahon,'' Paul deadpanned, "that's a new twist."
"For now," Stephanie said with a sly grin as the headed towards the ring.
Changing the subject, Matt clapped Paul on the shoulder, "Well, congratulations, 2 years, it took you long enough!" Matt said with a grin. When they reached the ring, Matt scanned the crowd. He wasn't surprised to see that Jeff and Nora weren't there. *They probably really did go out to see a late movie.* As Matt and Amy sat down, Vince looked sharply at Amy, "What happened to your ankle? Did you see a doctor yet?" She wanted to say, *Well, duh, didn't you see the match, Kurt tried to break it.* Instead, Amy said the first words that came to mind, "Matt iced my ankle, so it feels much better now," Amy reassured Vince. All eyes turned to Amy. She blushed furiously, wishing she could disappear into the floor. From the corner of her eye, she could see Matt smiling warmly at her. Feeling more at ease, Amy through Matt a grateful look.
"Okay, everyone, in light of what happened yesterday, I'm giving you all 3 days off, in addition to your normal days 2 days off a week. Everyone nodded and cheered. "Thanks everyone, see ya in a couple of days." They all headed back to the locker room. Jess and I are going to see if we can rent a cabin in the mountains," Chris said to Matt, Jeff and Amy as he pulled his gym bag from the locker. "See you guys in a couple of days."
Amy, Matt and Jeff took a deep breath, "Log cabins!" They grinned at each other.
Grinning, Jeff said, "Great minds think alike."
"That was a quick flick," Matt commented.
"Nah, we didn't go to the movies. Nora and I just went for a walk."
Amy quirked an eyebrow, "A ha! I thought you were trying to clear everyone out of the room. Sneaky!" Amy's smile gave her away, though. They all laughed. "What I think I'm going to do is rent a car, head up to Missoula, a quiet, quaint little town a couple hours drive away. Relax, take in the sights, do some horseback riding. What about you guys?"
"Fishing!" Jeff and Matt said at the same time.
"I didn't know you guys liked to fish," she said, intrigued.
"We used to go fishing with Dad when we were younger," Jeff explained.
"I have an idea," Amy said brightly, "If your headed in the same direction I am, we could drive up together." Just then Stephanie and Paul walked into the locker room. Amy frowned as she noticed Stephanie holding a pale-looking Lisa. "What's wrong?" Amy asked in concern, taking a feverish Lisa from Stephanie.
"My tummy hurts," Lisa moaned.
"I think it's all the ice cream she had," Michael said matter-of-factly. Michael covered his hand as if he had forgotten something. "Oops."
"Oops is right," Paul muttered under his breath. Matt and Jeff started snickering until Amy stopped them with an icy glare. Just then Jay and Adam walked by.
"Dude, you guys are so whipped," Jay said. Adam imitated the whooshing sound of a whip and they both walked off, laughing.
Amy rolled her eyes and chose to ignore Jay and Adam's comments.
"How many helpings did she have?" Amy questioned Paul.
"Three," he said guiltily.
"Three! Uncle Wes only let's her have one!"
"That's what Michael told me, but she kept looking at me with her big blue eyes and I knew that she really, really, wanted three," Paul continued.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Amy said with a sigh. "Little one, if this is what you do when you're two, I don't envy your parents when you reach dating age. Thanks for watching Michael and Lisa for me guys," Amy said to Stephanie and Paul. What are you guys doing tomorrow?" Amy asked.
"We're going shopping to get some ideas on what we'd like for the wedding," Paul answered. "We'll see you guys in a few days, have fun."
"Come on Michael," Amy said reaching for his hand. "Let me know what you guys think of my idea. I'll probably be in my room most of the night, to make sure Lisa is feeling okay. See ya later."
"So, did you guys talk things out?" Jeff asked Matt eagerly.
"Well, we talked about the fight, and that's all water under the bridge now," Matt said with a sigh of relief.
"What! You didn't tell her that you love her! How long do you plan on waiting, till she's old and gray!" Jeff said in exasperation. "Hold on a second, there's more to the story," Matt said irritably.
Grinning, Jeff said, "I'm listening."
"Amy kissed me earlier this evening, before the match."
"Well, did you kiss her back?" Jeff asked eagerly.
"No, not at that moment." Jeff groaned.
Annoyed, Matt said, "Jeff, be quiet and let me finish, would ya?" Jeff nodded and they sat down on a bench outside the auditorium. "I kissed her later on though," Matt said, grinning.
"Really! When?" Jeff asked, his interest piqued.
"Well, after I iced her ankle and massaged her shoulders."
"Whoa, your scoring some major brownie points here bro. I'm proud of you," he said, clapping him on the back.
"Well, I guess so," Matt said thoughtfully. "Anyway, I kissed her on the shoulder."
"Awesome! What'd she do?" Jeff asked in suspense.
Matt shrugged, "Nothing."
"Well, why not? Amy had to have known you were kissing her?" Jeff asked, perplexed.
"Probably not," Matt confessed, "it was only a light kiss on the shoulder."
"Ohh," Jeff groaned, putting his face in his hands. "Look big brother, you should have just grabbed the bull by the horns and kissed her. At least, by now, you would know where you stand with her. I mean, there are really only 2 options: she'd either slap you or kiss you."
"I'd prefer the latter," Matt commented dryly. "Besides," Matt said suspiciously, "it sounds like you have experience in that department."
Jeff's face turned as red as a beet. "I'd rather not go there," Jeff said. Jeff sighed. "Okay, I'll tell ya." Jeff said it as if Matt were trying to pry it out of him. I was 13 and had this huge crush on a girl, so one day I decided to bite the bullet and"...
"Bite the bullet," Matt said looking at him, "you make it sound as if you're going to the dentist or something."
Annoyed, Jeff shot back, "Hey, who's telling this story!"
"Alright, alright," Matt said, amused at his brother's defensiveness.
"Anyway, as I was saying, I kissed her then she slapped me. "The icing on the cake," Jeff said sarcastically, "was when her boyfriend punched me."
Matt doubled over in laughter.
"Hey! It's not funny. Remember that nice shiner I came home from school with that day?" Jeff demanded.
Matt wiped his eyes. "Oh, yeah," Matt said thoughtfully. "You said you had hurt yourself playing baseball. Remind me not to ask you for advice on my love-life," Matt said with a chuckle as they got up off the bench. They walked towards the hotel, which was just down the street, when they felt a slight tremor beneath their feet. Matt and Jeff stopped in their tracks. They could hear the ground shifting beneath them.
What did this thing do, follow us from Idaho!" Jeff said in frustration.
"It looks that way," Matt said grimly.
At 8:00 o'clock Matt knocked on Amy's door, adjoining her to He and Jeff's room. *Oh, great, *Amy thought, as she rubbed her red eyes, they're going to know something's wrong."
Putting on a bright smile, Amy opened the door. "Hey Matt," she said. Closing the door behind him, she asked, "What's up?" He gave her a perplexed look. "Don't you remember, about tomorrow?" he questioned. He scrutinized Amy closely. For the first time he noticed her red, puffy eyes and tear-stained face. "Amy, what's the matter?" Matt asked gently. Urgently, Matt asked, "Is Lisa okay?" Amy nodded biting her lip.
"Go on," Amy said, "you were talking about tomorrow," she finished. *She's dodging the question,* Matt thought with a frown.
"Jeff and I had a brainstorm, and we thought it would be a great idea if we took Michael"... he trailed off, and looked at Amy sharply. She pushed her hair back from her face and took a deep breath. "Alright, what gives? Amy, talk to me!" Matt pleaded. "Come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. She turned away from Matt, her back facing him.
"It's Aunt Carrie." Amy felt a single tear slide down her cheek. "She went into cardiac arrest."
"Oh, Amy no," Matt said sorrowfully, sliding his arms around her waist. She turned in his arms, broke down and cried. Amy buried her head in his chest, and murmured, "The doctors don't expect her to make it." A strangled sob escaped her throat. Matt tightened his hold on Amy and gently rocked her back and forth.
"She's going to make it Amy and so will you," he said with conviction. "You're not alone," Matt said softly, placing a kiss against her temple. Amy reluctantly pulled away from Matt. She brushed at his now soggy, brown, wool sweater.
"Sorry I got your shirt all wet," she said ruefully.
"Oh, don't worry about it. It needed to be cleaned anyway," he said with a grin.
She scrunched up her face. "Eww, oh you!" she said. Smiling, she lightly bumped her shoulder against his. *I would do anything just to see her smile,* he thought to himself. He got up and turned on Amy's portable radio. Surprisingly, Tim McGraw's song, "Just to See You Smile" filtered through the small speaker. *Well, what do you know, perfect timing,* he thought to himself.
"Turn up the music, I love this song," Amy said, jumping up off the sofa.
"Care to do the two-step with me?" he said, bowing.
She shook her head. "Nah, I don't do line dancing," she replied, attempting to stifle a grin.
"I don't do flirting," he said seriously, looking directly into her eyes. Her heart jumped, *He's being straight forward with me!* she thought. Amy's heart pounding, she decided to grab the bull by the horns.
Grinning wickedly, she shot back, "I am very good at dancing the Tango." They spent the next few hours dancing, making reservations and talking about their plans for tomorrow.
The next morning:
Feeling a bit better and a little more hopeful, Amy sat in the passenger seat, opposite Chris as he drove to the car rental place.
"Thanks, Chris, I really appreciate this," Amy said gratefully.
"No, problem," he said with a smile. "Jess and I don't leave until 8:00 a.m. anyway."
The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon as they walked out of the car rental center. "They gave you a sharp, little SUV," Chris said approvingly.
"That's no surprise coming from a guy who owns a Rodeo and his wife who owns a Sportage," Amy said with a laugh. Suddenly, Chris and Amy were thrown to the ground as his car exploded into a ball of white, hot flame! Amy slowly picked herself up off the ground.
"Chris!" she yelled over the roar of the fire. She had been pretty close but the explosion had thrown her back. She prayed the same thing had happened to Chris. Finally, through the smoke, she spotted a dark form lying on the ground. She grabbed Chris under the arms and started to pull him away from the wreckage. Stopping every few seconds, she muttered, "For once I wish you weighed less than 200 plus pounds." Finally, she managed to pull him free of the fire, smoke and debris. Exhausted, she sank to her knees beside Chris, put an ear against his chest and desperately tried to listen for a heartbeat. It was faint but there. Relieved, she took a deep breath. She studied his face more closely and let out a choked scream. He wasn't breathing!