Author's Notes: Hey again. Sorry it's been so long and it's so short. I'm
having a small writers block. I hope you like it and thanks to all who
Review; It means a lot to this vain little girl, lol.
Chapter Three
The Next Morning
Amy woke up around eleven the next morning, her head pounding. She laid in bed for a minute as she tried to remember how many drinks she had and if seeing Matt and Jeff last night was real or just a wonderful dream. She sat up unsteadily and looked around as the room spun slightly and she had to resist the urge to vomit. "Cindy?" Amy called out but got no answer and she felt pity for her friend who had much more than she did to drink.
Tossing back the covers she stretched as she stood up and again repressed the urge to throw up. Taking a few shaky steps, she slowly made her way to the bathroom and after using it she splashed cold water on her face; checking her appearance in the mirror. Her eyes where bloodshot and she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. 'Great' she thought to herself. 'Is this how I looked last night? It's a wonder Matt and Jeff recognized me.. If that was even real' she sighed and made her way back to her bedroom.
After taking a shower and getting dressed in simple baggie jeans and a sleeveless white shirt, Amy tried to remember where she through her clothes last night. Her head still spinning lightly, she finally found them under her desk where she must have thrown them last night. Reaching into the first pocket she sighed in disappointment when she didn't find anything. 'Please let it have been real.' she silently prayed as she reached into the other.
Her hand rubbed up against something and when she pulled it out she let out a sigh. "Yes, it wasn't a dream." She cheered happily to herself as she read what was on the napkin.
Matt Hardy 555-2364 rm. 108 Cell- 555-1587
Glancing at the clock, she decided she should call.
"Hello" A voice answered tiredly.
"Hey Matt, It's Amy. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Oh, no. I'm just a little out of it." He replied with more exuberance at hearing her voice.
"Hangover?" Amy asked knowingly.
"Yeah" Matt laughed in reply.
"Bad?"
"Not to bad."
"That's good." Amy replied. She heard Jeff say something to Matt but she didn't hear what.
"Oh yeah. Hey Amy, do you have your gear with you?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, in my closet." Amy replied slightly confused, not knowing where this was going.
"Good. Cuz Jeff and me where talking this morning and we thought it'd be cool if you came to work out with us after Smackdown. This place has a small ring in it too, we can put together a little match if you're interested." Matt explained, clearly excited about the idea and Amy smiled happily.
"That sounds awesome. But, I haven't had a lot of matches; I'm really a beginner still." Amy replied.
"That's fine. Even better actually, we can show you some stuff. We'll if we want to eat before the show we'll have to go now. Your coming right?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, Where am I meeting you?" Amy asked looking for a pen and paper.
"That's alright, we'll pick you up." Matt replied.
"Are you sure?" Amy asked. "It's no problem to meet you."
"Positive. Where are you at?" Matt asked and Amy gave him the directions.
"Great, see you soon, don't forget you gear." Matt teased lightly, a small smile on his face.
"I won't. Bye." Amy replied cheerfully and the two hung up.
As soon as Amy hung up the phone, She rushed to her closet and began pulling things out until she uncovered her Gym bag. She tossed it on her bed and began shoving things messily back into her closet. When she got it to the point where she could close the doors, she started going through her bag and mentally checking things off her list. Only after double-checking was she satisfied that she had everything and with a glance in the mirror, she headed downstairs of her apartment complex to wait for Matt and Jeff.
Chapter Three
The Next Morning
Amy woke up around eleven the next morning, her head pounding. She laid in bed for a minute as she tried to remember how many drinks she had and if seeing Matt and Jeff last night was real or just a wonderful dream. She sat up unsteadily and looked around as the room spun slightly and she had to resist the urge to vomit. "Cindy?" Amy called out but got no answer and she felt pity for her friend who had much more than she did to drink.
Tossing back the covers she stretched as she stood up and again repressed the urge to throw up. Taking a few shaky steps, she slowly made her way to the bathroom and after using it she splashed cold water on her face; checking her appearance in the mirror. Her eyes where bloodshot and she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. 'Great' she thought to herself. 'Is this how I looked last night? It's a wonder Matt and Jeff recognized me.. If that was even real' she sighed and made her way back to her bedroom.
After taking a shower and getting dressed in simple baggie jeans and a sleeveless white shirt, Amy tried to remember where she through her clothes last night. Her head still spinning lightly, she finally found them under her desk where she must have thrown them last night. Reaching into the first pocket she sighed in disappointment when she didn't find anything. 'Please let it have been real.' she silently prayed as she reached into the other.
Her hand rubbed up against something and when she pulled it out she let out a sigh. "Yes, it wasn't a dream." She cheered happily to herself as she read what was on the napkin.
Matt Hardy 555-2364 rm. 108 Cell- 555-1587
Glancing at the clock, she decided she should call.
"Hello" A voice answered tiredly.
"Hey Matt, It's Amy. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Oh, no. I'm just a little out of it." He replied with more exuberance at hearing her voice.
"Hangover?" Amy asked knowingly.
"Yeah" Matt laughed in reply.
"Bad?"
"Not to bad."
"That's good." Amy replied. She heard Jeff say something to Matt but she didn't hear what.
"Oh yeah. Hey Amy, do you have your gear with you?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, in my closet." Amy replied slightly confused, not knowing where this was going.
"Good. Cuz Jeff and me where talking this morning and we thought it'd be cool if you came to work out with us after Smackdown. This place has a small ring in it too, we can put together a little match if you're interested." Matt explained, clearly excited about the idea and Amy smiled happily.
"That sounds awesome. But, I haven't had a lot of matches; I'm really a beginner still." Amy replied.
"That's fine. Even better actually, we can show you some stuff. We'll if we want to eat before the show we'll have to go now. Your coming right?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, Where am I meeting you?" Amy asked looking for a pen and paper.
"That's alright, we'll pick you up." Matt replied.
"Are you sure?" Amy asked. "It's no problem to meet you."
"Positive. Where are you at?" Matt asked and Amy gave him the directions.
"Great, see you soon, don't forget you gear." Matt teased lightly, a small smile on his face.
"I won't. Bye." Amy replied cheerfully and the two hung up.
As soon as Amy hung up the phone, She rushed to her closet and began pulling things out until she uncovered her Gym bag. She tossed it on her bed and began shoving things messily back into her closet. When she got it to the point where she could close the doors, she started going through her bag and mentally checking things off her list. Only after double-checking was she satisfied that she had everything and with a glance in the mirror, she headed downstairs of her apartment complex to wait for Matt and Jeff.