Ok, I don't own anyone in this story. You all know that.
I'm sorry if this drama is disgustingly sick or just bad.
Another night of Raw ended and it was exciting for the most part. More of Vince and Stone Cold's ranting, some thrilling matches, and even another appearance by a WCW superstar in an interfering way filled the hours of Raw. It was specifically a successful night for the members of Team Extreme. With Albert knocked out by a dropkick, the Hardy's finished off their match against X-factor with their patented moves, the twist of fate, followed by the swanton bomb. The intergender match was won by the team of 'Lita' and Eddie after Amy hit the moonsault on Terri.
Amy was in the dressing room packing up her stuff after having taken a shower and put on some jeans and a shirt. She knew from a note sitting on the bench that Matt and Jeff were with Adam and Jay doing something. So she was all alone. She couldn't wait until she went back to the hotel so she could just forget everything and go to sleep, with Matt by her side.
But, did she really want the person by her side to be Matt? Of course she did. What an absurd idea to be thinking otherwise. Matt was in her life and he was her world. She loved him with all of her heart. They overcame so much together and she would be lost without him. It was as if Matt completed her. Nothing or nobody could take that away from her.
But then she thought of her match earlier. With Eddie. He was so athletic and strategic in the ring. He moved swiftly with grace. He was a highflier just like her. Outside the ring, he's so carefree and energetic. He amazed her. And the hug she received from Eddie after the match gave her a fuzzy feeling. It was surprising yet it felt nice.
Amy shook her head. She had to snap out of it. She couldn't be thinking about him. She closed her eyes and thought back to Friday when Matt had taken her to dinner. He had taken her to a lovely French restaurant. She had worn a black dress with heels and her favourite bracelet, which Matt had given her. The restaurant was dimly lit by a crystal chandelier in the middle and by candles flickering on the tables next to a vase of flowers. Light music was playing. The dinner was romantic and they danced afterwards. Matt held her close and she felt so secure in his arms. Matt was so handsome. She had a great time.
Then she thought of kissing him. His lips were soft and his mustache was brushing against her skin. The passion engulfed her and all thoughts were gone. She loved him and all she needed was him. Her hand went up to his head tangling in his hair. Hair that was short and straight, not long and curly. She pulled away. Eddie's face came into view. She wondered if that's how it felt to kiss Eddie.
She opened her eyes immediately and held her breath. Oh gosh. She sat against the wall. She was thinking about Eddie and kissing Eddie. This was not good. Her feelings were so hard to understand. Here she has someone great, and yet she liked someone who it might not even work out with. She tried to forget about him. She didn't want to throw away her relationship. Or did she? No. She cherished their relationship. But her feelings were so strong for Eddie and she wanted to be with him too. She was so confused.
Amy's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Wondering who it was, she said, "Come in."
The door opened and in walked Eddie. "Hello. It's good to see you have a shirt on," he joked. Amy laughed a little. "Well, good match. We kicked their butts. And that moonsualt, mamacita, wow! You were good."
Amy blushed. "Thanks. So were you," Amy said.
"I know," Eddie said, "The Latino is always good."
Amy grunted. "There goes his self centered arrogant quality. Matt is never like that. But, he did comment me," she thought.
"I brought champagne," Eddie said revealing a bottle of champagne and two glasses from behind his back and setting them on the bench, "to celebrate our win over those radi-clowns, who need to get a life." He opened the bottle and poured the pink liquid into the glasses halfway.
"Wow, Eddie. This really isn't necessary. It was just a match," Amy said all the while thinking, how sweet and romantic, and no one has ever done this before.
"Come on, mamacita. You deserve it. Celebrate. Have some fun," Eddie persuaded her handing Amy a glass.
"Ok," Amy said doubtfully.
They sat down and drank some champagne. They got to talking even more. They were laughing and having a great time once again. Amy learned so much about Eddie and felt closer to him. And of course the feelings became much stronger. He was so open and truthful, not to mention funny and cute. She wanted to hug and kiss him at times and then run away because he was having such an effect on her.
"You know, Amy, you are beautiful," Eddie said unexpectedly. He was moving closer to Amy.
Amy was surprised. She didn't quite know what to say and she didn't say anything. All her emotions and thoughts left no room for speech. She didn't have to say anything and neither did he. Eddie's face came closer until she could feel his breath on her face. She breathed and closed her eyes. Their lips touched and all thoughts of Matt escaped her mind. It felt so delicate, sweet, so good. Amy had never felt something like this.
They pulled away and looked at each other, then turned away blushing. Eddie got up quickly and whispered, "I gotta go now. You know…. stuff." And with that he rushed out of the locker room, making the door thud behind him.
Amy sat there and breathed. Her heart was racing wildly. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Well, that's how it felt to kiss Eddie. It was truly wonderful. Then she realized what had actually just happened. Eddie just kissed her and she didn't pull away. She didn't stop it. She had just deceived Matt. Her loyal, caring, wonderful boyfriend. And she liked the kiss. How could she have done that?
A part of her felt terrible. She just did something that she would never have done. Another part admitted to liking it and liking him. It felt nice. It was kind of like some dream come true. Amy started pacing around the locker room. How would she tell Matt? What if he found out? That terrified her. She didn't want him to find out. But, she couldn't keep this from him, could she?
*To be continued….