Sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out. I've honestly been
working really hard on it and I wanted it to be the best for you guys!
Hope you enjoy and (OMG) you're gonna finally find out what happened
between Amy/Jeff/Matt. So exciting! LoL, not really but eh, whatever.
The Monkees (I think, I could be wrong) still own the song so.. Just read
and review I guess!
[I'm going out the same way I came in
[The game is over now
[I couldn't win
* 8 Months Ago *
"What are ya looking at?"
Amy looked up quickly at the voice and then visibly relaxed when she saw it was just Matt. "Nothing." She responded, tearing her eyes away from the man that held her attention; the way his hair was tied back tight enough to keep it out of his face, but still allowing stray strands to fall out, framing his face. Or the body that Amy knew was underneath his t-shirt (she'd studied the movies and pictures) and his eyes that penetrated whomever he was talking to, always giving everyone his utmost attention. And she loved-Matt cleared his throat and she caught eyes with him. "Yes?"
Matt sat down next to her and tried following her gaze, but deciding there were too many people, draped his arm around her shoulder. "It sure doesn't seem like you're looking at nothing."
"So." She muttered.
"Who does Amy got a crush on now?" Matt asked teasingly, studying the group of people. "If I guess will you tell me?"
Amy smiled and shook her head. "Nope, sorry Hardy. My lips are sealed."
But Matt refused to take no for an answer. "Is it Adam?"
"I'm not telling."
"Chris?"
"Shut up Matt."
"No? Alright, how about Helms?"
"Too superhero for my taste."
"Brock?"
"Um, ew."
Matt grinned. "That's your problem, you're too picky." He thought for a minute. "Or am I going in the completely wrong direction?"
"How so?"
"Is it Stacy?"
Amy's jaw dropped and she shoved him off the bench. "Matt Hardy I cannot believe you even just said that."
He looked up from his place on the floor and shrugged. "You're not gonna tell me so I might as well guess."
"You're right, I'm not gonna tell you." She repeated. "And even if I did, it wouldn't do any good because we'd never be able to go out."
"Do you like me?" Matt asked innocently.
"Oh yes Matt." Amy responded dryly, watching as he picked himself up of the floor. "I want you right here, right now."
Matt rolled his eyes and pulled the roll of tape from his bag. "So tell me why you and the mystery man would never be able to go out."
Amy muttered something and he strained to pick up anything.
"You're a good mutterer." Matt concluded after being able to pick up nothing. "C'mon Amy, just tell me. It's not like I'd ever tell anyone, save Jeff-"
"That's the problem." Amy cut in. "Jeff doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut for anything. And don't you dare try to tell me otherwise." She pressed on as Matt looked ready to counter the remark she made about his brother.
The two sat in silence, watching the group, when Amy cut in with a heavy sigh. "I love him so much." She remarked, answering Matt's unasked question.
"Don't you think love may be going a little bit far?" Matt asked simply, pulling his bag onto his lap.
Amy shook her head. "Nope, you just don't understand."
"Oh so it's turning out to be one of those things?"
"One of what things?" Amy asked.
"One of those 'you can't relate' 'you can't understand' type of things that'll prevent me from ever understanding any words that come out of a women's mouth." Matt replied.
Amy shrugged. "Yeah well, what can you do?" She asked dismissively.
"Please just tell me." Matt practically whined.
"Is it really that important that you know?" She asked and he nodded in response. "Fine." She motioned him closer and cupped her hand over his ear and told him.
Matt's eyes got wide and Amy slapped her hand over his mouth. "You cannot tell anyone or I will kill you." She threatened.
He nodded slowly, eyes still wide, and backed off. "Really?"
"Really will I kill you? Or really as in that's who I like?"
"Um." He thought for a second. "The second. Really that's who you like as in I can't believe it."
*~*~*~*
"Torrie. Psst, Torrie. Come here."
The blonde looked around the deserted room warily, trying to find the source of the voice. "Hello?" She called uncertainly. "Who's there?" There was no response and further investigation led to discovering Matt Hardy hiding behind the door. "Whatcha doing?"
He brushed the dust off the shoulder of his shirt and then turned to her with a grin. "Not much, what's going on with you?"
She looked at him suspiciously before shrugging. "I was gonna get some training done, but since you're acting all 007 on me, I kinda hafta wonder what's going on with you hiding behind the door."
Matt sat down before addressing her. "Well see, I have this friend; her name is Amy and you might know her."
"Is there a point to this story?" Torrie cut in, brushing her hair back behind her shoulders.
He nodded. "Actually yes. I want to hook her up with this guy that she told me she liked. You might know him as well." He leaned over and whispered the name in her ear and her hand flew to her mouth.
"Honest to God?" She asked.
"Yup, so you wanna help me?"
"Why not." Torrie answered simply. "Only, let me tell Jeff because he seems to be good at these types of things."
"Sure, I'll call you later."
*~*~*~*
Amy looked into the mirror as she finished with her make-up and smiled. Thanks to a couple of lessons from Terri, she'd been coached to do her make- up and hair perfectly. She was wearing a pale green, spaghetti strapped tank top, paired with a knee length denim skirt and some tan colored boots completed the outfit.
"C'mon Amy! We're leaving!" Torrie called to he from outside the bathroom.
"I'm coming!" She yelled back. She looked at her reflection one last time before grabbing her purse and meeting her friends outside. "So where are we going?" She asked as Trish grabbed her arm and began pulling her towards the elevator.
Stacy grinned but didn't say anything and Torrie smiled. "My brother said he had some friends that wanted to hook up with my friends so, ta-da." She held out her arms. "Here are my friends."
"And we're going to meet his friends." Trish finished for her.
Amy felt her excitement die down. Blind dates were the one thing that made Amy feel uncomfortable, and she didn't feel that a lot.
The four got to the entrance of the restaurant and the other three stopped.
"You go in and get our table. We'll be right there." Trish assured as they walked off.
Now Amy was feeling really uneasy. Here she was having to meet four strange guys by herself, without the support of her "friends". With a sigh, she pushed open the door and let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting before scanning the room. One figure in particular caught her eye and she felt as if her breathing stopped.
He saw her too and began making his way towards where she was standing. "Amy, what are you doing here?"
She swallowed nervously. "Torrie said that her brother's friends wanted to meet us or something." She paused. "What are you doing here Paul?"
"Matt and Jeff told me that they wanted to hook me up with this really hot girl." Paul answered. "But the only person I see here is you."
This didn't really come as a surprise, but still hearing it from him made her feel two inches tall. Okay, so the people backstage said he was mean and a major jackass, but deep down Amy always figured he'd be this sweetheart that sent flowers and-she stopped her wistful thinking when she realized he was staring at her, causing her to start blushing. "I gotta go."
He shrugged. "Alright, well if you see Stacy or Trish or somebody, tell them I'm here."
She fought back the urge to start crying right in public and out of the corner of her eye saw Trish and Stacy smirking, shaking their heads. She looked the other was and saw Jeff looking confused, and yet still entertained at the same time. Matt was nowhere to be seen but Amy knew he had been behind this.
* Present *
"Ya still there?" A male voice asked in a concerned tone.
Amy shook her head and looked over at the other person on the couch. "Yeah Rowen, I'm fine. Just doing a little thinking."
"Must be serious." He joked, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
She rolled his eyes. "I really appreciate that, thanks."
He shrugged and picked up the paper. "Anytime. Hey, ya wanna catch a movie or something?" He quickly scanned the paper. "Nothing's really playing but tell me another good reason to waste nine bucks and we'll do that instead."
"All that thinking got to me." She responded back, grabbing her jacket. "Let's go."
So, what'd ya think about that? Was it worth waiting almost a week and a half for? I thought so. lol. Just kidding. I'm gonna try my hardest to get the next chapter up like as soon after Halloween as I can. Thanks bunches to all my super reviewers!
[I'm going out the same way I came in
[The game is over now
[I couldn't win
* 8 Months Ago *
"What are ya looking at?"
Amy looked up quickly at the voice and then visibly relaxed when she saw it was just Matt. "Nothing." She responded, tearing her eyes away from the man that held her attention; the way his hair was tied back tight enough to keep it out of his face, but still allowing stray strands to fall out, framing his face. Or the body that Amy knew was underneath his t-shirt (she'd studied the movies and pictures) and his eyes that penetrated whomever he was talking to, always giving everyone his utmost attention. And she loved-Matt cleared his throat and she caught eyes with him. "Yes?"
Matt sat down next to her and tried following her gaze, but deciding there were too many people, draped his arm around her shoulder. "It sure doesn't seem like you're looking at nothing."
"So." She muttered.
"Who does Amy got a crush on now?" Matt asked teasingly, studying the group of people. "If I guess will you tell me?"
Amy smiled and shook her head. "Nope, sorry Hardy. My lips are sealed."
But Matt refused to take no for an answer. "Is it Adam?"
"I'm not telling."
"Chris?"
"Shut up Matt."
"No? Alright, how about Helms?"
"Too superhero for my taste."
"Brock?"
"Um, ew."
Matt grinned. "That's your problem, you're too picky." He thought for a minute. "Or am I going in the completely wrong direction?"
"How so?"
"Is it Stacy?"
Amy's jaw dropped and she shoved him off the bench. "Matt Hardy I cannot believe you even just said that."
He looked up from his place on the floor and shrugged. "You're not gonna tell me so I might as well guess."
"You're right, I'm not gonna tell you." She repeated. "And even if I did, it wouldn't do any good because we'd never be able to go out."
"Do you like me?" Matt asked innocently.
"Oh yes Matt." Amy responded dryly, watching as he picked himself up of the floor. "I want you right here, right now."
Matt rolled his eyes and pulled the roll of tape from his bag. "So tell me why you and the mystery man would never be able to go out."
Amy muttered something and he strained to pick up anything.
"You're a good mutterer." Matt concluded after being able to pick up nothing. "C'mon Amy, just tell me. It's not like I'd ever tell anyone, save Jeff-"
"That's the problem." Amy cut in. "Jeff doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut for anything. And don't you dare try to tell me otherwise." She pressed on as Matt looked ready to counter the remark she made about his brother.
The two sat in silence, watching the group, when Amy cut in with a heavy sigh. "I love him so much." She remarked, answering Matt's unasked question.
"Don't you think love may be going a little bit far?" Matt asked simply, pulling his bag onto his lap.
Amy shook her head. "Nope, you just don't understand."
"Oh so it's turning out to be one of those things?"
"One of what things?" Amy asked.
"One of those 'you can't relate' 'you can't understand' type of things that'll prevent me from ever understanding any words that come out of a women's mouth." Matt replied.
Amy shrugged. "Yeah well, what can you do?" She asked dismissively.
"Please just tell me." Matt practically whined.
"Is it really that important that you know?" She asked and he nodded in response. "Fine." She motioned him closer and cupped her hand over his ear and told him.
Matt's eyes got wide and Amy slapped her hand over his mouth. "You cannot tell anyone or I will kill you." She threatened.
He nodded slowly, eyes still wide, and backed off. "Really?"
"Really will I kill you? Or really as in that's who I like?"
"Um." He thought for a second. "The second. Really that's who you like as in I can't believe it."
*~*~*~*
"Torrie. Psst, Torrie. Come here."
The blonde looked around the deserted room warily, trying to find the source of the voice. "Hello?" She called uncertainly. "Who's there?" There was no response and further investigation led to discovering Matt Hardy hiding behind the door. "Whatcha doing?"
He brushed the dust off the shoulder of his shirt and then turned to her with a grin. "Not much, what's going on with you?"
She looked at him suspiciously before shrugging. "I was gonna get some training done, but since you're acting all 007 on me, I kinda hafta wonder what's going on with you hiding behind the door."
Matt sat down before addressing her. "Well see, I have this friend; her name is Amy and you might know her."
"Is there a point to this story?" Torrie cut in, brushing her hair back behind her shoulders.
He nodded. "Actually yes. I want to hook her up with this guy that she told me she liked. You might know him as well." He leaned over and whispered the name in her ear and her hand flew to her mouth.
"Honest to God?" She asked.
"Yup, so you wanna help me?"
"Why not." Torrie answered simply. "Only, let me tell Jeff because he seems to be good at these types of things."
"Sure, I'll call you later."
*~*~*~*
Amy looked into the mirror as she finished with her make-up and smiled. Thanks to a couple of lessons from Terri, she'd been coached to do her make- up and hair perfectly. She was wearing a pale green, spaghetti strapped tank top, paired with a knee length denim skirt and some tan colored boots completed the outfit.
"C'mon Amy! We're leaving!" Torrie called to he from outside the bathroom.
"I'm coming!" She yelled back. She looked at her reflection one last time before grabbing her purse and meeting her friends outside. "So where are we going?" She asked as Trish grabbed her arm and began pulling her towards the elevator.
Stacy grinned but didn't say anything and Torrie smiled. "My brother said he had some friends that wanted to hook up with my friends so, ta-da." She held out her arms. "Here are my friends."
"And we're going to meet his friends." Trish finished for her.
Amy felt her excitement die down. Blind dates were the one thing that made Amy feel uncomfortable, and she didn't feel that a lot.
The four got to the entrance of the restaurant and the other three stopped.
"You go in and get our table. We'll be right there." Trish assured as they walked off.
Now Amy was feeling really uneasy. Here she was having to meet four strange guys by herself, without the support of her "friends". With a sigh, she pushed open the door and let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting before scanning the room. One figure in particular caught her eye and she felt as if her breathing stopped.
He saw her too and began making his way towards where she was standing. "Amy, what are you doing here?"
She swallowed nervously. "Torrie said that her brother's friends wanted to meet us or something." She paused. "What are you doing here Paul?"
"Matt and Jeff told me that they wanted to hook me up with this really hot girl." Paul answered. "But the only person I see here is you."
This didn't really come as a surprise, but still hearing it from him made her feel two inches tall. Okay, so the people backstage said he was mean and a major jackass, but deep down Amy always figured he'd be this sweetheart that sent flowers and-she stopped her wistful thinking when she realized he was staring at her, causing her to start blushing. "I gotta go."
He shrugged. "Alright, well if you see Stacy or Trish or somebody, tell them I'm here."
She fought back the urge to start crying right in public and out of the corner of her eye saw Trish and Stacy smirking, shaking their heads. She looked the other was and saw Jeff looking confused, and yet still entertained at the same time. Matt was nowhere to be seen but Amy knew he had been behind this.
* Present *
"Ya still there?" A male voice asked in a concerned tone.
Amy shook her head and looked over at the other person on the couch. "Yeah Rowen, I'm fine. Just doing a little thinking."
"Must be serious." He joked, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
She rolled his eyes. "I really appreciate that, thanks."
He shrugged and picked up the paper. "Anytime. Hey, ya wanna catch a movie or something?" He quickly scanned the paper. "Nothing's really playing but tell me another good reason to waste nine bucks and we'll do that instead."
"All that thinking got to me." She responded back, grabbing her jacket. "Let's go."
So, what'd ya think about that? Was it worth waiting almost a week and a half for? I thought so. lol. Just kidding. I'm gonna try my hardest to get the next chapter up like as soon after Halloween as I can. Thanks bunches to all my super reviewers!