Accidental Love
Chapter 11: What is going on
Disclaimer: I do not own Matt Hardy, Lita, or any other superstar nor am I in any way associated with WWFE or Titan Sports Entertainment
* denotes thought
My heart jumped out of my chest as the sharp trill of the phone ringing scared me out of my wits. I tried to clam myself a little. Between the tears and the sudden fright, I could barely breath. I picked up the receiver. * Who could possibly be calling? * "Hello?" I answered.
"Hi there darlin'!" Matt's sweet southern drawl sang.
* Just the sound of his voice makes my heart melt. *
"Matt!" I screamed into the phone. "Where are you? Wait a min, what's wrong?" Now I was worried. Matt was supposed to be on his way to the next event.
"Calm down, nothing is wrong. Well, that's not entirely true. Sam, are you okay? You sound upset. Have you been crying?" Matt sounded concerned.
"I'm fine. Stop changing the subject." * I'm not fine. And I'm the one changing the subject so I won't have to tell him what's really bothering me is that he's not here with me. * "What's up with you? Aren't you supposed to be in the air or something?" I asked, still a bit confused by his call.
"The flight was delayed. They should begin boarding the plane in a few minutes," he explained.
"Oh, okay. Are you going to be late when you finally get there?" I asked.
"Yeah. I was hoping I'd get a couple hours sleep in a real bed when I got to the hotel, but at least I'll have enough time to shower and change before the first appearance," he explained. "I realized I might not get to talk to you tomorrow...between appearances and photo shoots and all. Plus, I couldn't wait
that long," he continued.
The blood rushed to my face and I could feel my face becoming redder.
"I miss you already," Matt said softly into the phone.
"Flight 1762 to London now boarding our first class ticket holders, as well as patrons with small children or those requiring assistance at gate D57." I could hear the ticketing agent on the airport P.A. in the background.
My heart was breaking at the thought of having to hang up. "I suppose you have to go, huh?" I asked. Even I could hear the sadness that accompanied the words as they left my mouth.
"We still have another minute." The whole tone of our conversation seemed to change.
"Matt, I have to be totally honest with you. I'm glad you called. I have been thinking about you since you left. In fact, I couldn't think of anything else. I care about you...a lot. I care about you as more than just a friend. I could very easily grow attached to you. Before I go through that, I need to know how you
feel, before I get completely wrapped up in my feelings for you." The words rushed forth before I could think of what I was saying and what I had said was met only with silence.
"Matt?" * Oh, god. I've scared him away. * "Matt, are you still there?" I timidly asked.
"I'm still here. I just...don't know where to start," he began.
"I've said too much. But I can't put myself in a position to have my heart trampled on. If you don't feel the same, that's okay. I don't expect you to. If you need some time to think, you got it. Whatever you're feeling, I'm okay with..."
"Sam," Matt interrupted me.
"I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I'm nervous," I explained.
"I think I'm falling in love with you," Matt burst out. He waited a moment before starting again, more calmly. "I've been attracted to you since we met in that accident. Despite the tears, you were gorgeous. You still are. And even though you had just broken up with your boyfriend, I had to call and ask you
out. It didn't matter if we ended up together or not; I had to know you. Sitting with you by the lake on our 'non-date'...talking to you in the moonlight, I felt a connection between us. It just felt right."
"So...now what happens?" I asked, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Well babe, I would love to be with you, but its not that simple," Matt started.
"Oh, I understand," I said. My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach. * I knew this was all too good. *
"No, Sam...I mean that it's difficult to be a wrestler and have a girlfriend. I'm traveling three hundred plus days a year. When I'm not at a live event, there are appearances, interviews, and shoots. There are screaming women and girls in every city clamoring for my attention. I want to be with you and no one else, but I don't want to hurt you. You really have to consider if you can accept all the bad things about being my girlfriend," Matt said candidly.
"Matt, I appreciate your concern. I want to be with you, but I see your point. I'm glad that you respect me enough to be open with me." * Truth be told, he does have a good point. Can I handle being his girlfriend? Never seeing him, wondering what he's doing. Can we make it work? * "Give me some time to think about it?" I sheepishly asked.
"Of course. Take as much time as you need," Matt said.
* He's always so understanding. *
"I want you to be happy. Hopefully, I can be the one to make you happy. Whatever you decide, promise me we'll always be friends?"
* He is so sweet. * "Baby, I promise we will always be friends, no matter what," I answered.
"I have to go before I miss the flight. I'll call you, okay?" Matt asked.
"Yeah. Stay safe. I'll talk to you later."
"I will. Bye"
"Bye." I waited until I heard Matt hang up before I put the receiver back on the phone's base.
Chapter 11: What is going on
Disclaimer: I do not own Matt Hardy, Lita, or any other superstar nor am I in any way associated with WWFE or Titan Sports Entertainment
* denotes thought
My heart jumped out of my chest as the sharp trill of the phone ringing scared me out of my wits. I tried to clam myself a little. Between the tears and the sudden fright, I could barely breath. I picked up the receiver. * Who could possibly be calling? * "Hello?" I answered.
"Hi there darlin'!" Matt's sweet southern drawl sang.
* Just the sound of his voice makes my heart melt. *
"Matt!" I screamed into the phone. "Where are you? Wait a min, what's wrong?" Now I was worried. Matt was supposed to be on his way to the next event.
"Calm down, nothing is wrong. Well, that's not entirely true. Sam, are you okay? You sound upset. Have you been crying?" Matt sounded concerned.
"I'm fine. Stop changing the subject." * I'm not fine. And I'm the one changing the subject so I won't have to tell him what's really bothering me is that he's not here with me. * "What's up with you? Aren't you supposed to be in the air or something?" I asked, still a bit confused by his call.
"The flight was delayed. They should begin boarding the plane in a few minutes," he explained.
"Oh, okay. Are you going to be late when you finally get there?" I asked.
"Yeah. I was hoping I'd get a couple hours sleep in a real bed when I got to the hotel, but at least I'll have enough time to shower and change before the first appearance," he explained. "I realized I might not get to talk to you tomorrow...between appearances and photo shoots and all. Plus, I couldn't wait
that long," he continued.
The blood rushed to my face and I could feel my face becoming redder.
"I miss you already," Matt said softly into the phone.
"Flight 1762 to London now boarding our first class ticket holders, as well as patrons with small children or those requiring assistance at gate D57." I could hear the ticketing agent on the airport P.A. in the background.
My heart was breaking at the thought of having to hang up. "I suppose you have to go, huh?" I asked. Even I could hear the sadness that accompanied the words as they left my mouth.
"We still have another minute." The whole tone of our conversation seemed to change.
"Matt, I have to be totally honest with you. I'm glad you called. I have been thinking about you since you left. In fact, I couldn't think of anything else. I care about you...a lot. I care about you as more than just a friend. I could very easily grow attached to you. Before I go through that, I need to know how you
feel, before I get completely wrapped up in my feelings for you." The words rushed forth before I could think of what I was saying and what I had said was met only with silence.
"Matt?" * Oh, god. I've scared him away. * "Matt, are you still there?" I timidly asked.
"I'm still here. I just...don't know where to start," he began.
"I've said too much. But I can't put myself in a position to have my heart trampled on. If you don't feel the same, that's okay. I don't expect you to. If you need some time to think, you got it. Whatever you're feeling, I'm okay with..."
"Sam," Matt interrupted me.
"I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I'm nervous," I explained.
"I think I'm falling in love with you," Matt burst out. He waited a moment before starting again, more calmly. "I've been attracted to you since we met in that accident. Despite the tears, you were gorgeous. You still are. And even though you had just broken up with your boyfriend, I had to call and ask you
out. It didn't matter if we ended up together or not; I had to know you. Sitting with you by the lake on our 'non-date'...talking to you in the moonlight, I felt a connection between us. It just felt right."
"So...now what happens?" I asked, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Well babe, I would love to be with you, but its not that simple," Matt started.
"Oh, I understand," I said. My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach. * I knew this was all too good. *
"No, Sam...I mean that it's difficult to be a wrestler and have a girlfriend. I'm traveling three hundred plus days a year. When I'm not at a live event, there are appearances, interviews, and shoots. There are screaming women and girls in every city clamoring for my attention. I want to be with you and no one else, but I don't want to hurt you. You really have to consider if you can accept all the bad things about being my girlfriend," Matt said candidly.
"Matt, I appreciate your concern. I want to be with you, but I see your point. I'm glad that you respect me enough to be open with me." * Truth be told, he does have a good point. Can I handle being his girlfriend? Never seeing him, wondering what he's doing. Can we make it work? * "Give me some time to think about it?" I sheepishly asked.
"Of course. Take as much time as you need," Matt said.
* He's always so understanding. *
"I want you to be happy. Hopefully, I can be the one to make you happy. Whatever you decide, promise me we'll always be friends?"
* He is so sweet. * "Baby, I promise we will always be friends, no matter what," I answered.
"I have to go before I miss the flight. I'll call you, okay?" Matt asked.
"Yeah. Stay safe. I'll talk to you later."
"I will. Bye"
"Bye." I waited until I heard Matt hang up before I put the receiver back on the phone's base.