Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story other than myself. Everyone
other than Melanie belongs to Vince McMahon and the WWE.
Chapter 1
Just when I thought that things couldn't possibly get any worse, our flight was delayed. again. And it didn't help that I was stuck with the most worthless excuse for a wrestler in the WWE. Matt Hardy. my rival. my sworn enemy.
I sighed as I tossed my bags down once again and sat as far away from Matt as possible.
"Looks like we get to spend some more quality time together." Matt said across the airport.
I sneered at his comment and reached into my carry-on bag. After about four minutes of searching, my hand emerged from the bag with my cell-phone.
Fumbling around uselessly with my phone, I tried to turn it on. It was being slower than normal today, which just made matters worse.
"You know," Matt said turning to me, "This would be a whole lot easier if you would just talk to me."
I disregarded his comment and dialed my boyfriend's number. As it was, he wasn't happy the last time I called with my delayed flight, and I wasn't too excited to hear what he had to say about it now either. Originally, we were supposed to arrive in the next city about two days ago with the other wrestlers, but I had friends in North Carolina and Matt had family there. We decided that upon Vince's blessing that we'd stay an extra day and fly in today. That's where everything went miserably wrong. We've been sitting here for the past 24 hours, trying to stay awake to catch our flight which has been delayed five times today.
A loud rumbling of thunder sounded as I quickly hit the connect button on the phone. I couldn't help but worry about what my boyfriend would say. We were supposed to spend today together. It was our one year anniversary, and he was making a huge deal out of it. I just hoped he didn't yell at me. I hate it when he yells.
"Hi, Jay?" I said as he picked up the phone. "No, I'm still in the airport." "Yes I'm serious." "I can't help it Jay, it's not my." "I know." "I'm sorry Jay, I." "Bye." I said hanging up the phone.
He was yelling again. Not so much about our anniversary, but more about Matt. He hated Matt with a passion. Most people wouldn't believe that their in-ring feud would carry over backstage, but the two can't stand each other. They're practically at each other's throats whenever they're forced to be around one another. I never really knew why Jay hated him so much, but then again, I never asked. It's almost like Jay was jealous of Matt in a way, or insecure even. Insecure of what, I wasn't sure, but he just couldn't handle it.
"Why are you sorry?" Matt asked getting up and moving closer to me.
I must admit, for just a minute, the thought occurred to me that I had no real reason to hate Matt except for Jay. Maybe I'll talk to him. What Jay doesn't find out can't kill him.
I sighed.
"Because I made him mad," I said speaking to him for the first time in hours. "He wanted us to spend the day together, but I'm stuck here with you. And that mad him even more angry."
"You can't help that Melanie," he said. "It's not your fault. You shouldn't let him upset you like that."
"I know. but it's just. Who are you to tell me what to do anyways? I shouldn't even be talking to you." I said turning my head.
"No one made you talk to me," Matt said sighing. "But I'm glad that you did. Why aren't you supposed to talk to me?"
"It's just. it's Jay. He doesn't want me talking to you."
"He's too controlling Mel," he said. "You shouldn't let him push you around like that. I know you probably don't want to listen to me preach to you about it, but it's true. It's just not fair."
He put his hand on my shoulder, and for a moment I wondered why it was that Matt was trying to help me. We weren't really all that close. I mean sure, we've talked, but that was before Jay. Since then, whenever I'd try to talk to him, Jay made me leave, and then he would yell. He always accused me of 'looking at Matt' or 'paying more attention to Matt' than him. So it was from this yelling that I began to hate Matt. Not because I hated Matt himself, but that I hated what Jay made him out to be. But the question still remained. after trashing our friendship and treating him this way, how could he possibly want to help me?
"It doesn't matter why he's doing it," I thought to myself, "He's right."
"You're right," I said finally as I broke into tears. "I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you. I just haven't been myself lately."
"Now see," he said rubbing my shoulder, "You're my friend, and it hurts me to see you cry. If he treats you this badly, he doesn't deserve to be with you. Mel? Why don't you just dump him?"
I quickly composed myself and wiped my eyes.
"I can't. I just. can't."
**Now boarding flight 13. Flight 13 now boarding.**
"What a lucky number that is. Come on, that's our flight," Matt said picking up his bags.
So, how did you like it? I know it's short, but there's more coming soon. Please read and respond as all suggestions are welcome and somehow used in the story line. ( Let me know what you think.
Chapter 1
Just when I thought that things couldn't possibly get any worse, our flight was delayed. again. And it didn't help that I was stuck with the most worthless excuse for a wrestler in the WWE. Matt Hardy. my rival. my sworn enemy.
I sighed as I tossed my bags down once again and sat as far away from Matt as possible.
"Looks like we get to spend some more quality time together." Matt said across the airport.
I sneered at his comment and reached into my carry-on bag. After about four minutes of searching, my hand emerged from the bag with my cell-phone.
Fumbling around uselessly with my phone, I tried to turn it on. It was being slower than normal today, which just made matters worse.
"You know," Matt said turning to me, "This would be a whole lot easier if you would just talk to me."
I disregarded his comment and dialed my boyfriend's number. As it was, he wasn't happy the last time I called with my delayed flight, and I wasn't too excited to hear what he had to say about it now either. Originally, we were supposed to arrive in the next city about two days ago with the other wrestlers, but I had friends in North Carolina and Matt had family there. We decided that upon Vince's blessing that we'd stay an extra day and fly in today. That's where everything went miserably wrong. We've been sitting here for the past 24 hours, trying to stay awake to catch our flight which has been delayed five times today.
A loud rumbling of thunder sounded as I quickly hit the connect button on the phone. I couldn't help but worry about what my boyfriend would say. We were supposed to spend today together. It was our one year anniversary, and he was making a huge deal out of it. I just hoped he didn't yell at me. I hate it when he yells.
"Hi, Jay?" I said as he picked up the phone. "No, I'm still in the airport." "Yes I'm serious." "I can't help it Jay, it's not my." "I know." "I'm sorry Jay, I." "Bye." I said hanging up the phone.
He was yelling again. Not so much about our anniversary, but more about Matt. He hated Matt with a passion. Most people wouldn't believe that their in-ring feud would carry over backstage, but the two can't stand each other. They're practically at each other's throats whenever they're forced to be around one another. I never really knew why Jay hated him so much, but then again, I never asked. It's almost like Jay was jealous of Matt in a way, or insecure even. Insecure of what, I wasn't sure, but he just couldn't handle it.
"Why are you sorry?" Matt asked getting up and moving closer to me.
I must admit, for just a minute, the thought occurred to me that I had no real reason to hate Matt except for Jay. Maybe I'll talk to him. What Jay doesn't find out can't kill him.
I sighed.
"Because I made him mad," I said speaking to him for the first time in hours. "He wanted us to spend the day together, but I'm stuck here with you. And that mad him even more angry."
"You can't help that Melanie," he said. "It's not your fault. You shouldn't let him upset you like that."
"I know. but it's just. Who are you to tell me what to do anyways? I shouldn't even be talking to you." I said turning my head.
"No one made you talk to me," Matt said sighing. "But I'm glad that you did. Why aren't you supposed to talk to me?"
"It's just. it's Jay. He doesn't want me talking to you."
"He's too controlling Mel," he said. "You shouldn't let him push you around like that. I know you probably don't want to listen to me preach to you about it, but it's true. It's just not fair."
He put his hand on my shoulder, and for a moment I wondered why it was that Matt was trying to help me. We weren't really all that close. I mean sure, we've talked, but that was before Jay. Since then, whenever I'd try to talk to him, Jay made me leave, and then he would yell. He always accused me of 'looking at Matt' or 'paying more attention to Matt' than him. So it was from this yelling that I began to hate Matt. Not because I hated Matt himself, but that I hated what Jay made him out to be. But the question still remained. after trashing our friendship and treating him this way, how could he possibly want to help me?
"It doesn't matter why he's doing it," I thought to myself, "He's right."
"You're right," I said finally as I broke into tears. "I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you. I just haven't been myself lately."
"Now see," he said rubbing my shoulder, "You're my friend, and it hurts me to see you cry. If he treats you this badly, he doesn't deserve to be with you. Mel? Why don't you just dump him?"
I quickly composed myself and wiped my eyes.
"I can't. I just. can't."
**Now boarding flight 13. Flight 13 now boarding.**
"What a lucky number that is. Come on, that's our flight," Matt said picking up his bags.
So, how did you like it? I know it's short, but there's more coming soon. Please read and respond as all suggestions are welcome and somehow used in the story line. ( Let me know what you think.