Disclaimer: Same as the first chapter, although I keep praying that I'll
own Shane or Jeff..At least I own them in my dreams!!! hehehe
"Thank you for riding Greyhound. I hope you enjoy your stay in Boston." I got out of my seat and situated my bags on my shoulders. Now it was time to find a cheap hotel. I stepped off the bus and was hit by drops of water.
"Damn!! Rain!" I pulled out a sweatshirt and pulled it over me and my bags, hoping they wouldn't get wet. I began to walk and looked for a hotel. I was deep in the city and had no idea of where to go to for a cheap hotel. I looked at my watch and saw that it said 2:30. I walked inside a store and asked where I could find a cheap hotel. I had to go pretty far downtown and past the Fleet center. So, I started on my journey.
I had been walking for over an hour and it had started to down pour. I was completely soaked and new my bags were starting to get wet. I found a huge building and walked through a steel door. Inside were trunks and people running around. I had no clue where I was or what was going on. Then I felt a strong hand on my arm and spun to face the person. A man wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans stood there. He was muscular, tall, with short brown hair that was spiked. He looked to be in his 20's.
"Excuse me! Please let go," I said.
"I'm sorry, but you can't be in here. You need to leave," the man said. Then I realized he was a security guard. He began to pull me back towards the door.
"Let go! I just wanted to get dried off, use the bathroom, and get warm." He didn't let go of his grip.
"I can't let you stay here. You need to go."
"I'm soaking wet!!! It's pouring out there!!! I'm not goin back out there!!!" I screamed. People began to stop and stare at us.
"I don't really care. You NEED to leave!" There was no concern in his voice. I realized he didn't care if I floated away down the road.
"Just let me use the bathroom!" I screamed.
"I can't let you do that! Now LEAVE!" he yelled in my face. I fought as he dragged me to the door.
"No! I will not leave until I have dried off a bit! Now let me go!!!!" I was even louder this time and didn't notice a man walk up behind us.
"Jim, why don't you just let her go to the bathroom? She obviously is in the need of some warming up and drying off. I'm sure she wont be a problem." I turned my head to look at the kind man. He had a southern accent that was soft and sweet. Just hearing him made me want to jump in his arms and hug him. I looked right into his chest. He was tall, about 6". When I looked at his face I was shocked. He had dark brown hair that had been pulled back. His dark brown eyes showed nothing but caring and worry. I immediately recognized him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Hardy, but I have strict orders from Vince McMahon not to let anyone in the backstage area. Now if she was to go to the front and in that way, she may get someplace." Jim didn't let his grip on my arm go. I looked back at Matt Hardy with pleading eyes. He smiled at me and slightly nodded his head.
"Jim, I'm telling you to let go of her. I'll make sure she doesn't get into trouble. I'll take care of it from here," he said extending his hand. As water dripped down my face I took it. Jim finally let go of my arm and walked away. "I'm Matt Hardy."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a big fan," I said calmly. I had always imagined what it would be like to meet him or any wrestler that I was a fan of. I always hoped I would be calm. "Thank you so much for that. I've been walking for over an hour in that weather."
"It's not a problem. What's your name?" he asked as he walked me to a room. I assumed it to be his locker room.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Casey Piniarski."
"Nice to meet you. So what were ya doing walking around out there?" he asked as we walked in the room. I was right, it was his locker room. There were duffle bags, towels, clothes, and water bottles all over the room. I wondered whom he shared the room with. He sat me down on a bench and rummaged through a bag.
"I was looking for a cheap hotel and since I was so wet and tired, I thought I'd come in here and warm up and dry off but as you saw I had some problems." He threw a towel at me and I began to wipe off my glasses and face. I took off my sweatshirt and my bags. I was dripping from head to toe.
"Why didn't you just take a cab? Or the subway?" he asked sitting next to me.
"I didn't want to waste the money. I need it for a hotel room and food. I kinda runaway from home." He raised his eyebrows at me and smiled.
"How old are you?"
"18. I just couldn't handle being at home anymore. I was completely miserable. And I didn't get into a college so I had nothing else to do. My parents probably don't even miss me. Although I've only been gone since 7:00." He nodded as he just listened to me talk.
"Ya know, I should turn ya in. But I'm not goin to. As long as you promise me you'll stay safe and get a good hotel with proper security." He sounded really concerned for me and he had no idea who I was.
"I can't. I have to get a crappy room so I can afford to live. I don't have enough money to eat and live in a nice room. I'm thinking a room that costs like 15 bucks a night or something like that." He frowned as the door opened and blond guy with semi-short hair walked through. He was wearing a pair of torn blue jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and he was carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder. He was dripping from head to toe and I knew immediately that he had just come in from outside in the rain. I chuckled a little without realizing who he was.
"Damnit! I had to park in the back, down the road, and walk in the pouring rain!" he exclaimed in a southern accent similar to Matt. That's when I realized I was looking at my crush, the extreme one, Jeff Hardy. He looked at Matt than next to him at me. He raised his eyebrows at me and scrunched up his face.
"Well that's what you get for being late, little bro," Matt said as Jeff put his bag down. He grabbed a towel out of his bag and dried his face off.
"Dude, I'm only like..." he glanced at his watch. "Okay, so I'm an hour late. I didn't think I wouldn't be able to get into the parking garage."
"Maybe that'll teach ya to be on time from now on," Matt said as Jeff sat on a bench across from us.
"No, I doubt it. You know me. I'll be late for my own wedding!" Jeff glanced at me and I smiled. He smiled back and nodded at me. "I see I'm not the only one that got caught outside in the rain and looks like a drowned rat."
"Thanks, I can feel my self esteem rising right now," I said sarcastically. I hadn't really meant to say it and when I realized I had I immediately covered my mouth with my hands. Both Matt and Jeff laughed at me. I removed my hands as I felt my face turn red.
"That was good. Very quick." Jeff continued to dry his hair. "So, who are you?"
"This is Casey Piniarski. I rescued her from Jim and the rain. She was walking around for over an hour looking for a cheap hotel. She just happened to walk in the back door and Jim kinda attached his hand to her arm, which I see is now bruising, and wouldn't let her stay in here until she dried off. So, I convinced him that I would make sure she didn't get into any trouble." Matt smiled at me and looked at his brother. Jeff nodded and looked as if he didn't really understand what was going on and was confused about it.
"I ran away from home," I piped in. Finally that light bulb went off in Jeff's head and he understood.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Jeff Hardy." He reached out and shook my hand.
"She knows. She's a fan." Matt smiled. Jeff smiled at me and grabbed his bag.
"I'm goin to get into some dry clothes. If my cell rings, answer it please." Jeff walked into the back area where the showers and stalls were.
"Ya know, you should do the same. You don't want to get sick. That would suck," Matt said.
"I would, but all my clothes are wet and it wouldn't do me any good. I'll just wait until them or I dry off. Which ever comes first. If that's okay with you?" I looked into his eyes. He stood up and rummaged through his bag again.
"You don't have to wait for them to dry. You can wear some of my clothes. They're not wet. Hell, you can stay here as long as you like." Matt threw a shirt at me and continued to look through his bag. "I mean they'll be big on you, but at least they'll be dry and warm."
"Thanks, but you really don't have to. You've done enough for me and I appreciate at it a lot." The shirt he had thrown at me was a short- sleeved Hardy Boyz t-shirt. I examined the shirt and thought about how long I've wanted one of these. "If anything they'll be too small. Not many things are too big for me."
"Are you kidding me? You are really thin. Not an unhealthy thin, a good thin. You look very fit. How's that arm of yours? Need ice or anything?" He continued to search through his bag. I assumed he was trying to find pants.
"You really think I'm fit looking?" He nodded. "Thanks. All my life I've been teased about being fat."
"You are the complete opposite of fat. And those people that teased you are not anyone I'd want to meet!" He stood up and looked at me. "I'll be right back. I can't seem to find a pair of pants you could wear. I'm sure Jeff has something. If his cell rings, could you answer it?"
"Yeah, sure. And thanks again." He smiled and nodded as he walked to where Jeff was. "Well, since he's not here, I'll put the shirt on."
I took my soaking wet old navy t-shirt off and placed it on the floor. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and he was right, it was big on me. I was looking for my brush when Jeff's cell phone rang. I looked for Matt and then stood up. I picked it up off the bench and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Umm....hi. Is Jeff around?" a women with a southern accent asked. It was exactly like Jeff's and Matt's. I knew she had to be from North Carolina.
"Yeah, but he's kinda getting dressed right now. Can I take a message?" I asked politely.
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Who are you?"
"I'm nobody. Actually, my name is Casey Piniarski."
"May I ask why you're on my boyfriend's cell phone?" These words rang through my ears loudly. 'My boyfriend's cell phone' leapt around my head. He really did have a girlfriend. What was I going to tell her?
"I was stuck out in the rain and Matt was nice enough to let me get dried off and warm up in their locker room. I can tell Jeff you called, if you'd like?" I managed to say. I no sooner got those words out when Jeff came out with Matt right behind him. Jeff was carrying a pair of blue athletic pants and smiled at me as he placed his bag down.
"Is that my girlfriend?" Jeff asked in an unhappy tone.
"Yes, well that's who she said she was." Jeff sighed and a frown grew on his face. I handed him the phone as he handed me the pants.
"You can wear those..if they fit. Which they probably wont. I think my waist is a little bit bigger than yours, but you're welcome to wear em." I smiled at him as that smile of his grew back. These were the guys I've dreamed about for sometime now and they're just as sweet in reality as they are in my dreams. Who said dreams don't come true? "Hey Beth."
Matt walked me to the back where I could change as Jeff talked to his girlfriend. Matt left me to change into the pants. They were a little big on me and it made me happy. I guess all those lunches and breakfasts I skipped were really working with those crunches. I rolled the pants up a bit and looked at myself in the mirror.
"Matt Hardy said I was fit. Nobody has ever said that to me." I looked at myself some more in the mirror. I was about 5'5"; medium length died blond hair, and blue eyes. My chest was large and I hated it, but hearing Matt call me fit made me happy for the first time about how I looked. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and let it sit on my shoulders. My hair was soaked and it began to make the shirt wet. I walked back out to Jeff and Matt and threw my pants in one of my bags. I grabbed my brush and began brushing it out.
"Beth, no, we're not going to talk about it!! I know what you were doin in Lee's car. We need to split for a while. See other people. It's the best for us right now." Jeff seemed to yelling into the phone. It was definitely a fight. I sat next to Matt on the bench and listened to Jeff's conversation.
"I see the pants fit alright," Matt said obviously trying to ignore Jeff's yelling.
"I had to roll them up a bit, but it's fine. They're warm and dry and that's all that matters." I looked at Jeff and raised my eyebrows at him as his voice began to rise. "Are they alright?"
"I don't know. This was bound to happen sooner or later. I guess it's better sooner than later," Matt answered.
"She has a name ya know. And her name is Casey. NO!!! This has nothing to do with her!! Hell, I just met her! It has to do with us! She was doing me a favor by answering my phone while I changed. If I knew this was gonna happen I would have just told her to let my phone ring. Beth, we are done talking about this!! I'm hanging up now!! Goodbye Beth!" Jeff yelled at he hung up the phone. He slammed his fist into the wall. I jumped back as he turned around. "Sorry you had to witness that. It's just too hard to be with someone that's so far away when you're traveling. You must have a boyfriend back home."
"Nope, completely single. If I had, I probably wouldn't have runaway. I'm sorry about Beth." I started to put my hair in a ponytail and Jeff put his hand on my arm. It was a lot softer than Jim's. The bruise he gave me was really starting to hurt. I looked up at Jeff and cocked his head to the side.
"No, leave it down. It looks really pretty like that," he complimented me. He took his hand away and I put my brush down. "We should get you some ice for that bruise. It looks like it's starting to swell up."
"Yeah, that would probably help."
"I'm going to go get Amy from the airport. Casey, you're more than welcome to stay here. Jeff, ya gonna come?" Matt asked standing up.
"No, I think I'll stay and keep Casey company. And get her that ice." He smiled at me and Matt nodded.
"Alright, I'll be back soon. Later!" Matt left Jeff and I in the locker room. I sat there on the bench and waited for him to move or say something. He just stood there staring at me.
"Thank you for riding Greyhound. I hope you enjoy your stay in Boston." I got out of my seat and situated my bags on my shoulders. Now it was time to find a cheap hotel. I stepped off the bus and was hit by drops of water.
"Damn!! Rain!" I pulled out a sweatshirt and pulled it over me and my bags, hoping they wouldn't get wet. I began to walk and looked for a hotel. I was deep in the city and had no idea of where to go to for a cheap hotel. I looked at my watch and saw that it said 2:30. I walked inside a store and asked where I could find a cheap hotel. I had to go pretty far downtown and past the Fleet center. So, I started on my journey.
I had been walking for over an hour and it had started to down pour. I was completely soaked and new my bags were starting to get wet. I found a huge building and walked through a steel door. Inside were trunks and people running around. I had no clue where I was or what was going on. Then I felt a strong hand on my arm and spun to face the person. A man wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans stood there. He was muscular, tall, with short brown hair that was spiked. He looked to be in his 20's.
"Excuse me! Please let go," I said.
"I'm sorry, but you can't be in here. You need to leave," the man said. Then I realized he was a security guard. He began to pull me back towards the door.
"Let go! I just wanted to get dried off, use the bathroom, and get warm." He didn't let go of his grip.
"I can't let you stay here. You need to go."
"I'm soaking wet!!! It's pouring out there!!! I'm not goin back out there!!!" I screamed. People began to stop and stare at us.
"I don't really care. You NEED to leave!" There was no concern in his voice. I realized he didn't care if I floated away down the road.
"Just let me use the bathroom!" I screamed.
"I can't let you do that! Now LEAVE!" he yelled in my face. I fought as he dragged me to the door.
"No! I will not leave until I have dried off a bit! Now let me go!!!!" I was even louder this time and didn't notice a man walk up behind us.
"Jim, why don't you just let her go to the bathroom? She obviously is in the need of some warming up and drying off. I'm sure she wont be a problem." I turned my head to look at the kind man. He had a southern accent that was soft and sweet. Just hearing him made me want to jump in his arms and hug him. I looked right into his chest. He was tall, about 6". When I looked at his face I was shocked. He had dark brown hair that had been pulled back. His dark brown eyes showed nothing but caring and worry. I immediately recognized him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Hardy, but I have strict orders from Vince McMahon not to let anyone in the backstage area. Now if she was to go to the front and in that way, she may get someplace." Jim didn't let his grip on my arm go. I looked back at Matt Hardy with pleading eyes. He smiled at me and slightly nodded his head.
"Jim, I'm telling you to let go of her. I'll make sure she doesn't get into trouble. I'll take care of it from here," he said extending his hand. As water dripped down my face I took it. Jim finally let go of my arm and walked away. "I'm Matt Hardy."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a big fan," I said calmly. I had always imagined what it would be like to meet him or any wrestler that I was a fan of. I always hoped I would be calm. "Thank you so much for that. I've been walking for over an hour in that weather."
"It's not a problem. What's your name?" he asked as he walked me to a room. I assumed it to be his locker room.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Casey Piniarski."
"Nice to meet you. So what were ya doing walking around out there?" he asked as we walked in the room. I was right, it was his locker room. There were duffle bags, towels, clothes, and water bottles all over the room. I wondered whom he shared the room with. He sat me down on a bench and rummaged through a bag.
"I was looking for a cheap hotel and since I was so wet and tired, I thought I'd come in here and warm up and dry off but as you saw I had some problems." He threw a towel at me and I began to wipe off my glasses and face. I took off my sweatshirt and my bags. I was dripping from head to toe.
"Why didn't you just take a cab? Or the subway?" he asked sitting next to me.
"I didn't want to waste the money. I need it for a hotel room and food. I kinda runaway from home." He raised his eyebrows at me and smiled.
"How old are you?"
"18. I just couldn't handle being at home anymore. I was completely miserable. And I didn't get into a college so I had nothing else to do. My parents probably don't even miss me. Although I've only been gone since 7:00." He nodded as he just listened to me talk.
"Ya know, I should turn ya in. But I'm not goin to. As long as you promise me you'll stay safe and get a good hotel with proper security." He sounded really concerned for me and he had no idea who I was.
"I can't. I have to get a crappy room so I can afford to live. I don't have enough money to eat and live in a nice room. I'm thinking a room that costs like 15 bucks a night or something like that." He frowned as the door opened and blond guy with semi-short hair walked through. He was wearing a pair of torn blue jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and he was carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder. He was dripping from head to toe and I knew immediately that he had just come in from outside in the rain. I chuckled a little without realizing who he was.
"Damnit! I had to park in the back, down the road, and walk in the pouring rain!" he exclaimed in a southern accent similar to Matt. That's when I realized I was looking at my crush, the extreme one, Jeff Hardy. He looked at Matt than next to him at me. He raised his eyebrows at me and scrunched up his face.
"Well that's what you get for being late, little bro," Matt said as Jeff put his bag down. He grabbed a towel out of his bag and dried his face off.
"Dude, I'm only like..." he glanced at his watch. "Okay, so I'm an hour late. I didn't think I wouldn't be able to get into the parking garage."
"Maybe that'll teach ya to be on time from now on," Matt said as Jeff sat on a bench across from us.
"No, I doubt it. You know me. I'll be late for my own wedding!" Jeff glanced at me and I smiled. He smiled back and nodded at me. "I see I'm not the only one that got caught outside in the rain and looks like a drowned rat."
"Thanks, I can feel my self esteem rising right now," I said sarcastically. I hadn't really meant to say it and when I realized I had I immediately covered my mouth with my hands. Both Matt and Jeff laughed at me. I removed my hands as I felt my face turn red.
"That was good. Very quick." Jeff continued to dry his hair. "So, who are you?"
"This is Casey Piniarski. I rescued her from Jim and the rain. She was walking around for over an hour looking for a cheap hotel. She just happened to walk in the back door and Jim kinda attached his hand to her arm, which I see is now bruising, and wouldn't let her stay in here until she dried off. So, I convinced him that I would make sure she didn't get into any trouble." Matt smiled at me and looked at his brother. Jeff nodded and looked as if he didn't really understand what was going on and was confused about it.
"I ran away from home," I piped in. Finally that light bulb went off in Jeff's head and he understood.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Jeff Hardy." He reached out and shook my hand.
"She knows. She's a fan." Matt smiled. Jeff smiled at me and grabbed his bag.
"I'm goin to get into some dry clothes. If my cell rings, answer it please." Jeff walked into the back area where the showers and stalls were.
"Ya know, you should do the same. You don't want to get sick. That would suck," Matt said.
"I would, but all my clothes are wet and it wouldn't do me any good. I'll just wait until them or I dry off. Which ever comes first. If that's okay with you?" I looked into his eyes. He stood up and rummaged through his bag again.
"You don't have to wait for them to dry. You can wear some of my clothes. They're not wet. Hell, you can stay here as long as you like." Matt threw a shirt at me and continued to look through his bag. "I mean they'll be big on you, but at least they'll be dry and warm."
"Thanks, but you really don't have to. You've done enough for me and I appreciate at it a lot." The shirt he had thrown at me was a short- sleeved Hardy Boyz t-shirt. I examined the shirt and thought about how long I've wanted one of these. "If anything they'll be too small. Not many things are too big for me."
"Are you kidding me? You are really thin. Not an unhealthy thin, a good thin. You look very fit. How's that arm of yours? Need ice or anything?" He continued to search through his bag. I assumed he was trying to find pants.
"You really think I'm fit looking?" He nodded. "Thanks. All my life I've been teased about being fat."
"You are the complete opposite of fat. And those people that teased you are not anyone I'd want to meet!" He stood up and looked at me. "I'll be right back. I can't seem to find a pair of pants you could wear. I'm sure Jeff has something. If his cell rings, could you answer it?"
"Yeah, sure. And thanks again." He smiled and nodded as he walked to where Jeff was. "Well, since he's not here, I'll put the shirt on."
I took my soaking wet old navy t-shirt off and placed it on the floor. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and he was right, it was big on me. I was looking for my brush when Jeff's cell phone rang. I looked for Matt and then stood up. I picked it up off the bench and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Umm....hi. Is Jeff around?" a women with a southern accent asked. It was exactly like Jeff's and Matt's. I knew she had to be from North Carolina.
"Yeah, but he's kinda getting dressed right now. Can I take a message?" I asked politely.
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Who are you?"
"I'm nobody. Actually, my name is Casey Piniarski."
"May I ask why you're on my boyfriend's cell phone?" These words rang through my ears loudly. 'My boyfriend's cell phone' leapt around my head. He really did have a girlfriend. What was I going to tell her?
"I was stuck out in the rain and Matt was nice enough to let me get dried off and warm up in their locker room. I can tell Jeff you called, if you'd like?" I managed to say. I no sooner got those words out when Jeff came out with Matt right behind him. Jeff was carrying a pair of blue athletic pants and smiled at me as he placed his bag down.
"Is that my girlfriend?" Jeff asked in an unhappy tone.
"Yes, well that's who she said she was." Jeff sighed and a frown grew on his face. I handed him the phone as he handed me the pants.
"You can wear those..if they fit. Which they probably wont. I think my waist is a little bit bigger than yours, but you're welcome to wear em." I smiled at him as that smile of his grew back. These were the guys I've dreamed about for sometime now and they're just as sweet in reality as they are in my dreams. Who said dreams don't come true? "Hey Beth."
Matt walked me to the back where I could change as Jeff talked to his girlfriend. Matt left me to change into the pants. They were a little big on me and it made me happy. I guess all those lunches and breakfasts I skipped were really working with those crunches. I rolled the pants up a bit and looked at myself in the mirror.
"Matt Hardy said I was fit. Nobody has ever said that to me." I looked at myself some more in the mirror. I was about 5'5"; medium length died blond hair, and blue eyes. My chest was large and I hated it, but hearing Matt call me fit made me happy for the first time about how I looked. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and let it sit on my shoulders. My hair was soaked and it began to make the shirt wet. I walked back out to Jeff and Matt and threw my pants in one of my bags. I grabbed my brush and began brushing it out.
"Beth, no, we're not going to talk about it!! I know what you were doin in Lee's car. We need to split for a while. See other people. It's the best for us right now." Jeff seemed to yelling into the phone. It was definitely a fight. I sat next to Matt on the bench and listened to Jeff's conversation.
"I see the pants fit alright," Matt said obviously trying to ignore Jeff's yelling.
"I had to roll them up a bit, but it's fine. They're warm and dry and that's all that matters." I looked at Jeff and raised my eyebrows at him as his voice began to rise. "Are they alright?"
"I don't know. This was bound to happen sooner or later. I guess it's better sooner than later," Matt answered.
"She has a name ya know. And her name is Casey. NO!!! This has nothing to do with her!! Hell, I just met her! It has to do with us! She was doing me a favor by answering my phone while I changed. If I knew this was gonna happen I would have just told her to let my phone ring. Beth, we are done talking about this!! I'm hanging up now!! Goodbye Beth!" Jeff yelled at he hung up the phone. He slammed his fist into the wall. I jumped back as he turned around. "Sorry you had to witness that. It's just too hard to be with someone that's so far away when you're traveling. You must have a boyfriend back home."
"Nope, completely single. If I had, I probably wouldn't have runaway. I'm sorry about Beth." I started to put my hair in a ponytail and Jeff put his hand on my arm. It was a lot softer than Jim's. The bruise he gave me was really starting to hurt. I looked up at Jeff and cocked his head to the side.
"No, leave it down. It looks really pretty like that," he complimented me. He took his hand away and I put my brush down. "We should get you some ice for that bruise. It looks like it's starting to swell up."
"Yeah, that would probably help."
"I'm going to go get Amy from the airport. Casey, you're more than welcome to stay here. Jeff, ya gonna come?" Matt asked standing up.
"No, I think I'll stay and keep Casey company. And get her that ice." He smiled at me and Matt nodded.
"Alright, I'll be back soon. Later!" Matt left Jeff and I in the locker room. I sat there on the bench and waited for him to move or say something. He just stood there staring at me.