Once again, I don't own these people; they own themselves and so on.

Amy was there. Smiling. Her red hair flowing behind her, which seemed to glow. She looked beautiful in the dress she was wearing. She looked ready to go out somewhere. They were going out on a date. He started going towards her, but she turned and then started kissing Eddie. They separated and looked at him with evil smiles, laughing at him and pointing their fingers. They disappeared and a woman materialized unknown in name and appearance.

Matt woke up with a pounding headache; his head vibrating and it hurt like hell. He had never had a headache this bad before. He tried lifting his head, but found it weighed a thousand pounds, along with his eyes, which seemed to be glued together. He had no energy and just wanted to lie in that bed and sleep forever.

He tried thinking back to the night before; what he'd done. It was hard to think when there was a hammer pounding away in his head, but he remembered being forced to go to a club by Jeff. He remembered seeing Amy and that asshole, Eddie, dancing closely and then him drowning his sorrows away with loads of alcohol. The rest of the night was foggy.

Finally, he mustered enough energy to at least sit up in the bed, letting out a groan. He felt so tired and weak and thought he would collapse some time soon. And not to mention his head. Sure, the alcohol was good then, but this was now, and it didn't seem to be good anymore. He opened his eyes, but immediately shut them again. Bright sunlight shone in the room through the window, right in his face, and hurt his eyes.

He opened them again and kept them open until he got adjusted to the light. Only then did he realize that he had no clue where he was. He didn't remember leaving the bar, heck; maybe he was still there. He looked around and found that he was in a hotel room, but definitely not in his. He wondered how he got there and more importantly, who's room it was. Maybe one of the guys had brought him here and let him use one of their rooms.

He slowly got up and immediately felt like he was going to throw up. The room spun and he couldn't see clearly. Not to mention his head. He stumbled towards the bathroom, tripping a few times. He slumped against a table and a lamp fell over making a loud crash. That's when he heard a moan as if someone were there just interrupted from their sleep. Matt froze, then slowly turned around to face the bed. His heart stopped and his throat closed making it hard to breathe. He stumbled into the bathroom and threw up.

***

She hadn't known that he was going to be there. There couldn't have been a way that she could have known that he was going to be there. If she had known that Matt was going to be at the same club, she would have told Eddie to go somewhere else. The idea of flaunting her relationship with Eddie in front of Matt didn't seem right at the moment. According to Jeff, Matt wasn't doing so well and him witnessing that, at this time, would make him feel worse. Amy didn't want to do that. Just the fact of hurting him, tore her up inside.

But, then, why should she have to be careful around him. Why should she have to be unhappy, to make him happy. Maybe, she was being selfish for wanting to be happy or maybe it was just him that was being selfish. He couldn't realize and get over the fact that they had broken up and that she had moved on. Wasn't it about time that he did too? He has to make her feel guilty just for being with Eddie.

But, when their eyes met, for a fraction of a second, she saw how miserable he really was. Matt was usually strong and usually didn't let his emotions take over, so seeing the state he was in, surprised her. She had almost never seen that look in his eyes before. By that time, she had realized how awkward the position she was in looked, dancing so close to Eddie, and quickly moved back a little bit. Matt had already turned away. She spent the rest of the night dancing, but not with as much heart.

Then, she saw him leave with her….

"Baby, what are you doing?" Eddie asked, sitting up on the bed next to Amy.

"Just thinking," Amy said.

"About me, eh?" Eddie said with an evil grin.

"Of course," Amy lied eventually and she went back under the covers with Eddie.

***

After sputtering some more into the toilet and lying down for a while, Matt got back up and washed out his mouth. Any more of that and he would just die. Alcohol sure can kill you. He'll have to remember that for next time. If there will even be a next time. After that whole night, he didn't want to go to a club ever again and he made a note never to listen to Jeff again.

He looked at himself in the mirror and saw how terrible he looked. His eyes were red, his hair a complete mess. It was an awful sight. He washed his face and combed his hands through his hair. A little better, but not a lot. It would have to do for now.

He stuttered out of the bathroom, tripping over his feet a few times, grabbing at the wall. He was very unsteady, or was the room on a tilt? Who the hell would make a hotel with tilted rooms? And why were there double of everything? It was the alcohol still taking effect, but he was also talking crazy.

He slowly made his way to the bed again and sat down on it, holding his head. He stayed there for a while trying to clear his head of all the fuzz and dizziness clouding it. He suddenly got a chill, so he lifted up the cover of the bed and went under it. He was just starting to get comfortable when he bolted out of the bed.

She was in there. They were in the same room, the same bed. He had actually come here with her last night and the rest speaks for itself. If anyone found out about what had happened, he would be in some deep shit.

He had to get out, and now. Before someone came to the room to see her. He wouldn't be able to hide. He quickly moved around the room looking for his discarded clothing and didn't notice that she had woken up.

"Hey, Matt," she said seductively. "Was last night good for you?"

Matt shuddered and didn't say a thing. He was looking for his socks.

She sat up, disappointed that he didn't say how wild of a night they had, and saw that he was getting his clothes. "Matt, what are you doing?"

"Getting out of here," Matt said sharply. He was not in the mood to try to be nice and come up with an excuse as to why he was leaving.

"Why? Don't leave. What about last night? I had a good time. We could stay here…"

"Can't," was all Matt said and quickly glanced at her. Just the sight of her threatened to make his stomach come up again. He found his socks and left the room in a hurry, without a goodbye, leaving her shocked. He needed coffee badly or, better yet, some more alcohol.

***

Matt made his way to the restaurant in the hotel. He was starving and he needed to get his mind off of what happened. If he couldn't do that, he would think about what had happened and how he stupid he was. He would be in trouble if anyone found out. He hoped she wouldn't tell anyone.

He entered through the doors of the restaurant and immediately felt vulnerable. There were a lot of people there, many of which were wrestlers. He was worried that they'd get one look at him and know. Just by his movements or by his face. He started walking past them and felt their eyes boring into him, even though they were absorbed in their own conversations. He walked past Amy, who looked at him as he passed. He felt guilty, for some reason. He walked past Jeff and some of the guys. He tried to avoid them. He especially didn't want to talk to them.

His wish didn't come true because Jeff followed him to a table at the back of the restaurant and plopped into a chair next to him. Matt slumped into his seat and glared at Jeff as he grinned back. Matt couldn't stand that look. He wanted to take it off Jeff's face and then disappear without a trace. Wrestler gone missing. No clues as to how.

"Wild party, huh?" Jeff said picking up some bread.

Matt mumbled a lifeless "yah."

"Some hot chicks there, too. Whoo. I wanted to dance with them all," Jeff said dreamily.

Matt nodded faintly. Talk about anything, but the club, please! He silently urged.

"Looks like you found yourself one," Jeff said with that grin on his face again. "I saw you leaving with a girl, but I couldn't see who. You seemed all over her. Care to share any details?"

Matt groaned. He had to ask that, didn't he? Ruin my life even more, why don't you. "I don't want to talk about it," he said bitterly.

Jeff looked disappointed. "Come on. We're brothers. We should be able to tell each other anything, like who you went home with," Jeff said, then joked, "I got worried last night when you didn't back come to our room."

"I can't," Matt said looking away from Jeff. He tried to change the subject. "Hey, when are we leaving?"

Jeff didn't buy it. "Come on, who was it. She can't be that bad."

"Fine," Matt gave in grumpily. "But, you can't tell a single soul."

"Sure man," Jeff said.

"I mean it," Matt said angrily. Jeff could occasionally spill things out.

"Hey, hey. What do you take me for?" Jeff said, then got serious.

Matt looked around making sure that no one was nearby, listening in.

He took a breath.

"I slept with Stephanie…"

To be continued…

Dun, dun, duuun. Was that a surprise? What did you guys think?

Oh, and thanks Debbi for the idea, but I already have something planned.