Accidental Love
Chapter 5: The Inquisition
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am in any way associated with Matt Hardy or any
other WWf Superstar. This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes
only.
* denotes thought *
The next morning, I was awaken by Shayla jumping on my bed. "Girl, how could
you let me sleep in that chair?" She was yelling in my ear. "Huh? You looked
comfortable," I groggily answered. "My bad, next time I'll tell you to move."
"You were supposed to dish all the details of your non-date," she stated with
a mischievous smile. "Now that you're up you can tell me all about it." "Can
I at least get some coffee into me before we start the inquisition?" I asked,
sitting up in my bed. "Alright, alright, but hurry! This waiting is killing
me." She got off the bed and headed for the door. "I'm just going to call
Chris and let him know I'm still here." With that she walked out of the room.
I got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and proceeded to splash cold water
on my face. Once I dried my face, I went into the kitched and started the
coffee brewing. I could hear Shayla on the phone in the living room. "No, I
love you more. I missed you so much last night, snugglebear," she was saying.
I glanced at the display on my coffeemaker - it read 8:37 AM. * Who in the
world gets up at 8:37 AM on saturday morning? * Hercules and Xena aren't even
on t.v. There was enough in the coffee pot for one cup. I took one of the
mugs out of the cabinet along with the sugar bowl. Shayla entered the kitchen
as I was pouring the coffee into the mug. She sat at the table. I could feel
her staring at me all the while. When I finally turned and started for the
kitchen table, Shayla practically screamed at me, "So? Dish!"
I sat down across from Shayla at the table, took a deep breath, and began to
tell about my evening. "He was the perfect gentleman - so sweet and kind. He
has such a big heart," I began. "He looked like a good guy, and my goodness
isn't he a hottie!" She said. "Well he opened every door and pulled out every
chair. I don't think any guy has ever done that for me." I began thinking back,
trying to remember the last time a man had held a door open for me. "What a
depressing thought," I said, bringing my thoughts back to the conversation.
"So, where did you go? What did you do?" Shayla asked.
"We went to this cute bed and breakfast. They have a restaurant in the back of
the house with a few tables in the back yard. It was beautiful - candle light
and fresh flowers. We went down to the lake where Matt had a candlelit picnic
all set up. We had an amazing dinner enjoying our surroundings. Aftwerwards, we
sat admiring the lake and talked." I smiled, remembering the great night I had
just experienced. "You talked?" Shayla questioned. "He's a wonderful man. And
get this, he's a professional wrestler in the WWF." I added. "well, that explains
why he's so built. That man could bench press me." She said. "He has a brother,
they wrestle together, as a team." I continued. "What else happened?" Shayla
asked. She couldn't be bother with nice tidbits of information about Matt right
now, she wanted the juicy gossip. "Then he brought me home. He even walked me to
the door." I paused for a moment, then began again. "Something happened when we
were saying goodnight, something I don't think either of us expected." I went
quiet, thinking back on the kiss. "What? What happened?" Shayla yelled. My silence
was killing her. Patience was not one of Shayla's virtues when gossip was involved.
"We kissed." Shayla's jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and suddenly she couldn't
speak. "And I'm not talking a little peck. I'm talking about a mind-blowing, toe-
curling, out-of-body experience kind of kiss." I had to elaborate, partly just to
brag, but mostly to relive the moment.
"Samantha!" Shayla gasped. "I guess you didn't have any problems forgetting about
Stephen." She added. Now I was begining to feel guilty. "I hardly thought about
Stephen the entire night." * How could it be so easy to forget about him. I love
Stephen. We just broke up yesterday. * "Sam, stop it." Shayla knew what I was
thinking, she always did. "Do not beat yourself up over this. Stephen is a jerk
and he hasn't treated you well for a while now. Don't begrudge yourself a good
time with a wonderful man. You deserve it. Shayla continued. "You're right. From
now on I am going to have fun and forget about Stephen." I added with a smile.
"So, when are you going to see this wonderful man again?" Shayla cautiously asked.
"I don't know. He just left and all I could do was just stand where I was. I didn't
even get a chance to get a phone number or an email addy for him." I thought for a
minute. "Command decision, I'm not going to think about it. If he wants to, he'll
call. If not, that's fine. I am not going to dwell on this and drive myself crazy."
I said. The truth is, I was worried already. Here this unbelievably amazing man had
been thrown into my life just when I needed him and now I might never see him again.
Chapter 5: The Inquisition
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am in any way associated with Matt Hardy or any
other WWf Superstar. This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes
only.
* denotes thought *
The next morning, I was awaken by Shayla jumping on my bed. "Girl, how could
you let me sleep in that chair?" She was yelling in my ear. "Huh? You looked
comfortable," I groggily answered. "My bad, next time I'll tell you to move."
"You were supposed to dish all the details of your non-date," she stated with
a mischievous smile. "Now that you're up you can tell me all about it." "Can
I at least get some coffee into me before we start the inquisition?" I asked,
sitting up in my bed. "Alright, alright, but hurry! This waiting is killing
me." She got off the bed and headed for the door. "I'm just going to call
Chris and let him know I'm still here." With that she walked out of the room.
I got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and proceeded to splash cold water
on my face. Once I dried my face, I went into the kitched and started the
coffee brewing. I could hear Shayla on the phone in the living room. "No, I
love you more. I missed you so much last night, snugglebear," she was saying.
I glanced at the display on my coffeemaker - it read 8:37 AM. * Who in the
world gets up at 8:37 AM on saturday morning? * Hercules and Xena aren't even
on t.v. There was enough in the coffee pot for one cup. I took one of the
mugs out of the cabinet along with the sugar bowl. Shayla entered the kitchen
as I was pouring the coffee into the mug. She sat at the table. I could feel
her staring at me all the while. When I finally turned and started for the
kitchen table, Shayla practically screamed at me, "So? Dish!"
I sat down across from Shayla at the table, took a deep breath, and began to
tell about my evening. "He was the perfect gentleman - so sweet and kind. He
has such a big heart," I began. "He looked like a good guy, and my goodness
isn't he a hottie!" She said. "Well he opened every door and pulled out every
chair. I don't think any guy has ever done that for me." I began thinking back,
trying to remember the last time a man had held a door open for me. "What a
depressing thought," I said, bringing my thoughts back to the conversation.
"So, where did you go? What did you do?" Shayla asked.
"We went to this cute bed and breakfast. They have a restaurant in the back of
the house with a few tables in the back yard. It was beautiful - candle light
and fresh flowers. We went down to the lake where Matt had a candlelit picnic
all set up. We had an amazing dinner enjoying our surroundings. Aftwerwards, we
sat admiring the lake and talked." I smiled, remembering the great night I had
just experienced. "You talked?" Shayla questioned. "He's a wonderful man. And
get this, he's a professional wrestler in the WWF." I added. "well, that explains
why he's so built. That man could bench press me." She said. "He has a brother,
they wrestle together, as a team." I continued. "What else happened?" Shayla
asked. She couldn't be bother with nice tidbits of information about Matt right
now, she wanted the juicy gossip. "Then he brought me home. He even walked me to
the door." I paused for a moment, then began again. "Something happened when we
were saying goodnight, something I don't think either of us expected." I went
quiet, thinking back on the kiss. "What? What happened?" Shayla yelled. My silence
was killing her. Patience was not one of Shayla's virtues when gossip was involved.
"We kissed." Shayla's jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and suddenly she couldn't
speak. "And I'm not talking a little peck. I'm talking about a mind-blowing, toe-
curling, out-of-body experience kind of kiss." I had to elaborate, partly just to
brag, but mostly to relive the moment.
"Samantha!" Shayla gasped. "I guess you didn't have any problems forgetting about
Stephen." She added. Now I was begining to feel guilty. "I hardly thought about
Stephen the entire night." * How could it be so easy to forget about him. I love
Stephen. We just broke up yesterday. * "Sam, stop it." Shayla knew what I was
thinking, she always did. "Do not beat yourself up over this. Stephen is a jerk
and he hasn't treated you well for a while now. Don't begrudge yourself a good
time with a wonderful man. You deserve it. Shayla continued. "You're right. From
now on I am going to have fun and forget about Stephen." I added with a smile.
"So, when are you going to see this wonderful man again?" Shayla cautiously asked.
"I don't know. He just left and all I could do was just stand where I was. I didn't
even get a chance to get a phone number or an email addy for him." I thought for a
minute. "Command decision, I'm not going to think about it. If he wants to, he'll
call. If not, that's fine. I am not going to dwell on this and drive myself crazy."
I said. The truth is, I was worried already. Here this unbelievably amazing man had
been thrown into my life just when I needed him and now I might never see him again.