Chapter 14 *
The Hardys and Lita, finished taping their Smackdown match and they were done for the night. The three of them decided to drive home as soon as they showered and packed up the various belongings strewn across the locker room. It was only a 2 hour drive, including the side roads to drop Amy off at her house. The road to Cameron was unusually silent tonight.
"You're awfully quiet tonight, Jeff. Penny for your thoughts."
"I'm just thinking." Replied Jeff as he continued to look out the window.
"I would ask about what but I already know."
Jeff glanced over at his brother, "Is it that obvious?"
Matt chuckled, "Yeah it is. She's got your interested hasn't she?"
"Yea she does I can't stop thinking about her and I don't know why. That was not a significant amount of time for any of these thoughts to have reason to invade my head." "Well, maybe we should just pay them a visit."
Jeff smiled, "You've read my mind, but I have a ton of work to do around the house, so maybe later on in the week, like Thursday."
"Yeah, maybe."
"What about you? That little spit-fire sure had her eyes on you."
"Who Kirsten? Nah. She's not really my type."
Now it was Jeff's turn to laugh, "Not your type? That didn't stop you from flirting with her yesterday."
"I was not flirting."
"Yes big brother, you were."
Jeff turned to face out the window again. Matt resigned-it was no use getting into an argument when he knew full well he had been. Instead he turned up the radio as a
distraction from the road weariness and the overwhelming sense that Jeff was setting himself up for nothing good. This girl, woman rather, was older than Jeff and obviously more experienced in matters of life-not meaning that in a sexual context but that she had some baggage and he could tell. The baggage definitely dealt with men because earlier Amy had relayed the events to him prior to the boys arriving at the restaurant. Amy said Monique was beginning to take part in the girl talk and the craziness that Kirsten and Amy had instantly shared. Yet when the boys showed up she reverted. Matt respected the fact that the two of them had treated them as regular individuals-once Kirsten got past her short lived star struck shyness. Most of the women he and Jeff encountered were either too young and too fanatical (screaming their heads off and asking the boys to marry them) or just the right age and only looking for one night stands or to use them as arm candy. Not that the guys didn't indulge themselves once in awhile but it got old, and unfulfilling. It's unnerving to know that in order to live your dream, you have to sacrifice normality in a lot of ways. Companionship would be nice-but who in her right mind was going to stick it out and be secure enough to deal with the situation?
Matt knew he was judging her unfairly. He didn't know her story and couldn't instantly blame her or label her. It was nice to see Kirsten come to her aid though several times throughout the night. It reminded him of the way he and Jeff could sometimes sense the other's feelings and spare one another some difficult situations. Family loyalty was important to him. It was late when they arrived in Cameron-Matt dropped off Jeff at his house and said he'd call him in the morning to see if Jeff wanted help with his renovations. Jeff just nodded in fatigue and half waved "goodnight" as Matt made his way home.
Jeff was tired but even when his head hit the pillow his brain was still working a mile a minute. What was going on here? What was it about her that he couldn't shake? He kept seeing her blue eyes flash from a distracted kind of enjoyment to a whole lot of hurt. She was definitely not the usual, she didn't even act like she cared what he thought of her. Most girls overload on make up, flip their hair, dress like hoochies and make their intentions known when they brush up against you-that sort of thing. Sometimes its innocent, but it's still in their nature. She was modest and didn't once exaggerate her body language-in fact her movements seem calculated and carefully thought out. Disciplined. He knew she was level headed enough to bethinking that they were never going to cross paths again and that may have been why she didn't open up or offer anything about herself, but he felt there was more to it than just that. Ah, he remembered that she worked for a sports ad agency, which meant she dealt with athletes with egos and womanizing tendencies. She doesn't trust men-she's seen it first hand and that makes her cautious. He didn't hold that against her- himself not a stranger to that game-he's seen it played and has been a participant before. Still, the guardedness he envisioned in her beautiful eyes was put there from a personal hurt and he fell asleep wanting to know why.
Monique put the albums away and silently said Goodnight to her baby girl. She tugged at her socks with alternate feet until they were off and on the floor. Pulling the covers up under her chin she unwillingly had a glimpse of those clear, gorgeous, electric green eyes and shivered. Stop it, forget it she told herself. Now is not the time to be developing some high school infatuation. You are too old for this and he's too young for you. You don't need the complication of a man in your life right now. You are free now and don't have to answer to anyone-live your life for you and make yourself happy-don't put a man's wants before your own so soon again. She knew she wouldn't be any good to a man now anyway. The "jerk" had reduced her to something resembling his prisoner-he was the jail hand who took away her individualism and her dignity. More than anything she wanted it back. No relationship she may choose to open herself up to in the future was going to work until she got her self back. Someday it would feel good to not have to carry this weight. With a final yawn, she curled up into a ball and closed her eyes.
The Hardys and Lita, finished taping their Smackdown match and they were done for the night. The three of them decided to drive home as soon as they showered and packed up the various belongings strewn across the locker room. It was only a 2 hour drive, including the side roads to drop Amy off at her house. The road to Cameron was unusually silent tonight.
"You're awfully quiet tonight, Jeff. Penny for your thoughts."
"I'm just thinking." Replied Jeff as he continued to look out the window.
"I would ask about what but I already know."
Jeff glanced over at his brother, "Is it that obvious?"
Matt chuckled, "Yeah it is. She's got your interested hasn't she?"
"Yea she does I can't stop thinking about her and I don't know why. That was not a significant amount of time for any of these thoughts to have reason to invade my head." "Well, maybe we should just pay them a visit."
Jeff smiled, "You've read my mind, but I have a ton of work to do around the house, so maybe later on in the week, like Thursday."
"Yeah, maybe."
"What about you? That little spit-fire sure had her eyes on you."
"Who Kirsten? Nah. She's not really my type."
Now it was Jeff's turn to laugh, "Not your type? That didn't stop you from flirting with her yesterday."
"I was not flirting."
"Yes big brother, you were."
Jeff turned to face out the window again. Matt resigned-it was no use getting into an argument when he knew full well he had been. Instead he turned up the radio as a
distraction from the road weariness and the overwhelming sense that Jeff was setting himself up for nothing good. This girl, woman rather, was older than Jeff and obviously more experienced in matters of life-not meaning that in a sexual context but that she had some baggage and he could tell. The baggage definitely dealt with men because earlier Amy had relayed the events to him prior to the boys arriving at the restaurant. Amy said Monique was beginning to take part in the girl talk and the craziness that Kirsten and Amy had instantly shared. Yet when the boys showed up she reverted. Matt respected the fact that the two of them had treated them as regular individuals-once Kirsten got past her short lived star struck shyness. Most of the women he and Jeff encountered were either too young and too fanatical (screaming their heads off and asking the boys to marry them) or just the right age and only looking for one night stands or to use them as arm candy. Not that the guys didn't indulge themselves once in awhile but it got old, and unfulfilling. It's unnerving to know that in order to live your dream, you have to sacrifice normality in a lot of ways. Companionship would be nice-but who in her right mind was going to stick it out and be secure enough to deal with the situation?
Matt knew he was judging her unfairly. He didn't know her story and couldn't instantly blame her or label her. It was nice to see Kirsten come to her aid though several times throughout the night. It reminded him of the way he and Jeff could sometimes sense the other's feelings and spare one another some difficult situations. Family loyalty was important to him. It was late when they arrived in Cameron-Matt dropped off Jeff at his house and said he'd call him in the morning to see if Jeff wanted help with his renovations. Jeff just nodded in fatigue and half waved "goodnight" as Matt made his way home.
Jeff was tired but even when his head hit the pillow his brain was still working a mile a minute. What was going on here? What was it about her that he couldn't shake? He kept seeing her blue eyes flash from a distracted kind of enjoyment to a whole lot of hurt. She was definitely not the usual, she didn't even act like she cared what he thought of her. Most girls overload on make up, flip their hair, dress like hoochies and make their intentions known when they brush up against you-that sort of thing. Sometimes its innocent, but it's still in their nature. She was modest and didn't once exaggerate her body language-in fact her movements seem calculated and carefully thought out. Disciplined. He knew she was level headed enough to bethinking that they were never going to cross paths again and that may have been why she didn't open up or offer anything about herself, but he felt there was more to it than just that. Ah, he remembered that she worked for a sports ad agency, which meant she dealt with athletes with egos and womanizing tendencies. She doesn't trust men-she's seen it first hand and that makes her cautious. He didn't hold that against her- himself not a stranger to that game-he's seen it played and has been a participant before. Still, the guardedness he envisioned in her beautiful eyes was put there from a personal hurt and he fell asleep wanting to know why.
Monique put the albums away and silently said Goodnight to her baby girl. She tugged at her socks with alternate feet until they were off and on the floor. Pulling the covers up under her chin she unwillingly had a glimpse of those clear, gorgeous, electric green eyes and shivered. Stop it, forget it she told herself. Now is not the time to be developing some high school infatuation. You are too old for this and he's too young for you. You don't need the complication of a man in your life right now. You are free now and don't have to answer to anyone-live your life for you and make yourself happy-don't put a man's wants before your own so soon again. She knew she wouldn't be any good to a man now anyway. The "jerk" had reduced her to something resembling his prisoner-he was the jail hand who took away her individualism and her dignity. More than anything she wanted it back. No relationship she may choose to open herself up to in the future was going to work until she got her self back. Someday it would feel good to not have to carry this weight. With a final yawn, she curled up into a ball and closed her eyes.