Accidental Love
Chapter 3: No pressure, No expectations
Disclaimer: I do not own Matt Hardy and am in no way affiliated with WWF or Titan Entertainment.
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*Eight o'clock. Where the heckfire is Shayla.* The doorbell rang. I ran to the door and swung it open. "Where have you been?" Shayla walked in and I closed the door behind her. "Do you know what time it is? It's eight o'clock."
"Then let's hope this guy doesn't show up early."
Shayla was my best friend, we'd known each other for years now. We met at summer camp just before sixth grade and have been friends ever since. She is the only person I have never had an arguement with, we could never be mad at each other. We would be there for each other no matter what. Now she only lived 20 minutes away and we spent almost all of our spare time together.
"What are you going to wear?" She asked as we started down the hallway to my bedroom.
"He said to wear something comfortable, but I don't know what we're doing so I was thinking my black, flare jeans."
"I love those." Shayla added.
"I need your help with the top though. Can you take a look while I throw on some makeup?"
"No prob, bob." She said as she opened the closet doors. "So, are you going to tell me about this guy? Is he cute? Is he nice? Where did you meet him? Come on, dish."
I sat down at my vanity and began applying a bit of makeup. "He's good looking, not too tall. He has long brown hair and deep brown eyes. He seems really nice. He let me cry on him."
"Woa, wait a second. He let you cry on him? Explain." Shayla questioned.
"Remember I called you when I got home to tell you about Stephen? I also told you about my car accident. Well, you know I was upset about Stephen and I was yelling and crying in my car. So, I hit this car and the guy got out and came over to get my information. Well, I was fine until he asked me if I was okay. That's when I lost it."
"Oh Sam, you didn't." I could hear the sympathy in her voice.
"Yeah, I did. He was incredibly sweet. He took me in his arms and tried to comfort me. Then he called this afternoon and asked me out."
"And this is that guy?!? That's great!" Shayla turned around. She was holding up a black t-shirt that read Diva in dark blue sparkly letters. "What do you think?" She asked.
I turned to see the shirt she was holding. "Perfect. There should be a blue hooded sweater in there to match."
Shayla grabbed the sweater from the closet, walked over to the bed and laid the shirt and sweater out. "Alright, now hurry up and get dressed. I'll be in the living room." Shayla walked down the hall to the living room.
I got up from the vanity and went over to my dresser. I took a black bra and thong from one of the drawers. I also grabbed a pair of socks. I began getting dressed. When I was finished getting dresed, I glanced in the mirror for a moment. *Not too bad.* I smiled at the reflection. The t-shirt was form fitting, the jeans were low riding and the sweater drew attention to my waist. I walked down the hall to get Shayla's opinion. "Hey girlie."
Shayla turned around on the couch and looked me over. "That is such an awesome outfit. He's going to love it, Sam!"
"What about shoes? I was thinking the black suede boots with the heels, but I don't know what we're going to be doing."
"The blue and white cross-trainers would look good and they're comfortable."
I turned and went back to my room for the sneakers. I was pulling the sneakers out of the closet when the doorbell rang. "Shay, can you answer that please?" I yelled down the hall. A moment later I could hear voices in the living room. *Good, Shay. Keep him busy.* I tied my sneakers and walked back into the living room.
Shayla turned and saw me. "And here she is."
Matt stood up from the couch and turned to face me. He looked me up and down before saying, "Wow, you look . . . I mean, you're beautiful."
"Thank you." I could feel myself blushing. "You look great." He was wearing tan cargo pants and a black t-shirt that outlined his muscles perfectly.
Shayla was standing behind him, smiling, giving me the thumbs up.
I was struggling to hold back my laughter. "Maybe we should get going." I said.
"Yeah, we don't want to be late." Matt walked around the couch and met me at the door. "Are you all set?"
"Shay, are you staying over?" I asked her.
"Yeah, my walls aren't dry yet."
Shayla was good at covering. She hadn't painted anything in her apartment since she first moved in more than a year ago. The truth was she wanted to be here when I got home so I could dish on the details of my date.
"Alright then, I'll see you when I get back. I just put new sheets on your bed, so you're all set." I replied. I was glad she would be here. I was nervous and anxious. There was no way I could wait until tomorrow to tell her about this date. I turned to Matt and smiled. "I'm ready whenever you are."
"Then let's go." He turned to Shayla and took her hand in his. "It was very nice to meet you."
"Same here." Shayla said as he released her hand.
Matt turned around and opened my front door. He then motioned to me. "Please, after you."
I blushed as I walked through the doorway. It had been so long since anyone had held open a door for me. It seemed there was some freakish epidemic sweeping the country. Regardless as to whether or not people saw you coming, no matter how far from them or the door you were, people would not hold the door for you.
Matt closed the door behind him, placed his hand on the small of my back, and led me to his car. "You really do look amazing." He said softly.
We stopped at his car, he opened the passenger side door, and I got into the car. A bit of my sweater hung just outside the door frame. Before I could move it, Matt tucked the additional fabric into the car and closed the door. As he was approaching the driver side door, I unlocked it.
He got in, closed the door, and started the car. He placed both hands on the steering wheel and said, "I know things with your ex must be difficult, and I don't want to complicate things for you. Why don't we just think of this as a non-date? No pressure, no expectations, just two people out to have a good time."
I turned to him, my eyes met his, and I smiled shyly. "Thank you." This guy is too sweet. *I had forgotten there were men like him. Or is the last of a dying breed?*
Matt backed out of my driveway and we were off to start our non-date.
Chapter 3: No pressure, No expectations
Disclaimer: I do not own Matt Hardy and am in no way affiliated with WWF or Titan Entertainment.
* denotes thought
*Eight o'clock. Where the heckfire is Shayla.* The doorbell rang. I ran to the door and swung it open. "Where have you been?" Shayla walked in and I closed the door behind her. "Do you know what time it is? It's eight o'clock."
"Then let's hope this guy doesn't show up early."
Shayla was my best friend, we'd known each other for years now. We met at summer camp just before sixth grade and have been friends ever since. She is the only person I have never had an arguement with, we could never be mad at each other. We would be there for each other no matter what. Now she only lived 20 minutes away and we spent almost all of our spare time together.
"What are you going to wear?" She asked as we started down the hallway to my bedroom.
"He said to wear something comfortable, but I don't know what we're doing so I was thinking my black, flare jeans."
"I love those." Shayla added.
"I need your help with the top though. Can you take a look while I throw on some makeup?"
"No prob, bob." She said as she opened the closet doors. "So, are you going to tell me about this guy? Is he cute? Is he nice? Where did you meet him? Come on, dish."
I sat down at my vanity and began applying a bit of makeup. "He's good looking, not too tall. He has long brown hair and deep brown eyes. He seems really nice. He let me cry on him."
"Woa, wait a second. He let you cry on him? Explain." Shayla questioned.
"Remember I called you when I got home to tell you about Stephen? I also told you about my car accident. Well, you know I was upset about Stephen and I was yelling and crying in my car. So, I hit this car and the guy got out and came over to get my information. Well, I was fine until he asked me if I was okay. That's when I lost it."
"Oh Sam, you didn't." I could hear the sympathy in her voice.
"Yeah, I did. He was incredibly sweet. He took me in his arms and tried to comfort me. Then he called this afternoon and asked me out."
"And this is that guy?!? That's great!" Shayla turned around. She was holding up a black t-shirt that read Diva in dark blue sparkly letters. "What do you think?" She asked.
I turned to see the shirt she was holding. "Perfect. There should be a blue hooded sweater in there to match."
Shayla grabbed the sweater from the closet, walked over to the bed and laid the shirt and sweater out. "Alright, now hurry up and get dressed. I'll be in the living room." Shayla walked down the hall to the living room.
I got up from the vanity and went over to my dresser. I took a black bra and thong from one of the drawers. I also grabbed a pair of socks. I began getting dressed. When I was finished getting dresed, I glanced in the mirror for a moment. *Not too bad.* I smiled at the reflection. The t-shirt was form fitting, the jeans were low riding and the sweater drew attention to my waist. I walked down the hall to get Shayla's opinion. "Hey girlie."
Shayla turned around on the couch and looked me over. "That is such an awesome outfit. He's going to love it, Sam!"
"What about shoes? I was thinking the black suede boots with the heels, but I don't know what we're going to be doing."
"The blue and white cross-trainers would look good and they're comfortable."
I turned and went back to my room for the sneakers. I was pulling the sneakers out of the closet when the doorbell rang. "Shay, can you answer that please?" I yelled down the hall. A moment later I could hear voices in the living room. *Good, Shay. Keep him busy.* I tied my sneakers and walked back into the living room.
Shayla turned and saw me. "And here she is."
Matt stood up from the couch and turned to face me. He looked me up and down before saying, "Wow, you look . . . I mean, you're beautiful."
"Thank you." I could feel myself blushing. "You look great." He was wearing tan cargo pants and a black t-shirt that outlined his muscles perfectly.
Shayla was standing behind him, smiling, giving me the thumbs up.
I was struggling to hold back my laughter. "Maybe we should get going." I said.
"Yeah, we don't want to be late." Matt walked around the couch and met me at the door. "Are you all set?"
"Shay, are you staying over?" I asked her.
"Yeah, my walls aren't dry yet."
Shayla was good at covering. She hadn't painted anything in her apartment since she first moved in more than a year ago. The truth was she wanted to be here when I got home so I could dish on the details of my date.
"Alright then, I'll see you when I get back. I just put new sheets on your bed, so you're all set." I replied. I was glad she would be here. I was nervous and anxious. There was no way I could wait until tomorrow to tell her about this date. I turned to Matt and smiled. "I'm ready whenever you are."
"Then let's go." He turned to Shayla and took her hand in his. "It was very nice to meet you."
"Same here." Shayla said as he released her hand.
Matt turned around and opened my front door. He then motioned to me. "Please, after you."
I blushed as I walked through the doorway. It had been so long since anyone had held open a door for me. It seemed there was some freakish epidemic sweeping the country. Regardless as to whether or not people saw you coming, no matter how far from them or the door you were, people would not hold the door for you.
Matt closed the door behind him, placed his hand on the small of my back, and led me to his car. "You really do look amazing." He said softly.
We stopped at his car, he opened the passenger side door, and I got into the car. A bit of my sweater hung just outside the door frame. Before I could move it, Matt tucked the additional fabric into the car and closed the door. As he was approaching the driver side door, I unlocked it.
He got in, closed the door, and started the car. He placed both hands on the steering wheel and said, "I know things with your ex must be difficult, and I don't want to complicate things for you. Why don't we just think of this as a non-date? No pressure, no expectations, just two people out to have a good time."
I turned to him, my eyes met his, and I smiled shyly. "Thank you." This guy is too sweet. *I had forgotten there were men like him. Or is the last of a dying breed?*
Matt backed out of my driveway and we were off to start our non-date.