Title: Conflicted (Pt. 1: By The Way)
Author: Lost Angel
Wrestlers Involved: Shane Helms (The Hurricane, duh...), Matt Hardy (Version One!) and Amy Dumas (Lita, and if you want a comment, see what I said about Helms)
Content/Author's Note: It's rated PG-13, borderlining on R. I've gotten a bit sappy in my first few stories, so this one's a bit more dirty, sneaky, and underhanded. There's some sex, some swearing, and some backstabbing. Not very nice, eh?
This is also my first attempt at a multiple part story. Bear with me.
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I got nothing. The names are property of Vinnie- roo. Just enjoy my work of FICTION.
Then there's that song. That song is property of an awesome band you should all know called Sinch.
Distribution: I don't mind if anyone wants to read it, and forward it to their buddies, all I mind is if you do it AND DON'T ASK ME!!! You can e- mail me, her, or find me on my AIM name (XxStylesClashxX, inspired by my favorite wrestler A.J. Styles), and I'll be sure to hear out your reasons for wanting to post it on your site, or use it as toilet paper.
Song: "Plasma" by Sinch.
Okay...now you can read.
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The rain that didn't cease for a second during the day carried into the night. Soft candlelight and the softer sound of music floated throughout the entire bottom floor of the house. It was perfectly planned, with rose petals and the scented candles all around. She looked into his eyes and emotions she thought were long buried by the past few years of listening to painful words from Matt were rekindling. He was on the road tonight, of course, since it was Tuesday. However, she was not. She was at someone else's home, staring into the eyes of another man. That other man was Matt's best friend.
"Are you sure you want me here, Amy?" Shane said, still looking a bit apprehensive. Even if this wasn't the first time she found solace in him, he still found it hard to believe. Here was a wonderful woman, full of strength and life. After every mistake in his own life, after every imperfection everyone else saw, there was someone out there who didn't care about all of those trivial things. He looked at Amy, and she smiled at him. This visit was something that brought joy to a life that didn't see much of it these days. Although there was lots to be happy about, it's difficult to be happy when you're crying inside. She always put on a brave front, but when she was around Shane, she could be genuine, and it would be okay to cry in front of him, but never Matt. "Never let them see you cry." he said. "It shows them you're too weak to be around them." would usually finish that thought. That wasn't what Shane said. "It's okay to be yourself. Emotions are what make us all human." was what she wanted to hear from someone she loved, and when she realized that it wouldn't be heard from Matt, pieces of her died. Although she was almost numb by the time Shane tunneled into her heart, he made her feel alive again. Tonight was meant to consumate that. She finally responded to him by nodding and sitting with him on the couch, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"I think I'm falling for you, Shane." she said, as he reached to hold her with the pitter patter of raindrops on the roof softening her words. This wasn't the first time he held her, and as she leaned up to recieve a kiss, it wouldn't have been the first time they'd kiss either. Then again, when they made love tonight, it wouldn't have been the first time they had done that either. The first time was, in Shane's words "just because". The second time was to burn off an alcohol buzz. The third time was to check for chemistry. This time, it wasn't a fuck, it wasn't just sex, it was to be considered as making love. He kissed her again and again, each one becoming more lustful than the last, with it finally simmering to something loving. He spent his childhood reading about superheroes, and a lifetime reading about them, but in his eyes, he was Amy Dumas' superhero. She couldn't really turn to anyone else. With Jeff in exile and Shannon always around Matt, she found that Shane was the only one she could talk to about matters involving their friends, and the one she used to love.
I don't want to feel this way And I don't want to pretend That these feelings don't exist And I am aware Yet so afraid That I'll make mistakes I'll always regret
And by the way Would it be okay If we went our seperate ways Just to see?
She kissed Shane and moved closer, offering her body to him. Tonight, nothing was off limits and nothing was too sacred to hold back. He reached out for her, but she was tearing inside. Despite the negativity she got from Matt, and all the hard feelings she experienced in that relationship, something kept dragging her back. It was ripping her up. Inside his mind, it was no better. Matt was his brother in arms. They were too close for him not to feel a sense of guilt by touching Amy like this, by kissing Amy like this. His whole love life had been justified by these things being rationalized as nothing more than just sex. Everything had an excuse, except for this. He didn't want excuses for this, simply because for the first time in his life, he felt something real. He'd listen to a girl to get a kiss goodnight. He'd comfort them for a one night stand. He'd pretend to care to have a body in his bed, but it was never like that with Amy. He wanted to cradle her from all the wrong things in her world and everything else around them. She tugged off his button down shirt and unzippered her own to leave them bare chest to bare chest, all the while neither of them knew what thoughts were swirling in the other's mind. They were the same, however. Love, fear, guilt...all in that order. The phone rang. He started to turn his body but she stopped him, and the rolled off the couch, onto the floor. The phone rang again...and again. He never heard it. All he could here was his own heart telling him not to stop and Amy's whisper of "Make love to me, Shane." This was his reality, his wonderful reality. Sadly, it crashed down at the sound of the beep.
"Hey Shane, it's Matt. Have you seen Amy? I've called her house, her cell phone, and her mom's. I can't seem to find her anywhere, and I really want to talk to her. I've got something to tell her, and it's going to tear me up inside if I don't." the answering machine played. The kissing stopped, and both of them laid on the floor, next to one another. Neither of them noticed that every couple of moments, the distance increased.
I don't wanna hide the truth But I can see you My jaded eyes, my faded broken gaze It's strange that way. And I'm afraid That I'll make mistakes I'll always regret
And by the way Would it be okay If we went our seperate ways 'Cause I can't breathe
And sometimes I feel That these chains Can be broken...
Amy silently wept. Although her heart was breaking, she had become so jaded, she was willing to do that to someone else, and above anything else, she was going to ruin a friendship that seemed to have already lasted several lifetimes. Shane sat up and closed his eyes, his cheeks puffing as he sighed. He grabbed his shirt and blew out a couple of candles as he put it back on and started to head to his room upstairs.
"Where are you going?" she said, obviously in emotional pain.
"Upstairs." he shot back coldly. "I need to think."
"Shane, please..." she sobbed. "I don't want him! I want you!" was all she could muster to scream before got up and cried into his chest. He didn't want to, but his natural reflex was to do the thing he's wanted to do since the first time he met her, and that was hold her. He had his chances, and if he walked away, he'd never have another chance.
"Just please don't tell me you love me." he said. With all the trust issues he's ever dealt with, and all the things that pained him and molded him to the person his friends know, he wouldn't let another person say those three words to him ever again. She knew things had changed. She broke away from him, and picked up her shirt.
"It's not far..." she said. "I'll walk."
And I can see your eyes You're lying through your teeth And I'm aware This isn't fair...
And by the way Would it be okay If we went our seperate ways To see?
In time The shades are drawn back again The light reflects upon what might have been And I will be here... 'Cause I don't mind waiting
Twenty minutes later, a drenched Amy Dumas walked into her house, a mess. Thanks to the rain, some mascara had run down her face. Nobody would have ever guessed her tears caused some of that. She checked her machine and finally she got to his voice.
"Amy, it's Matt. Call me, please. We--" was all she wanted to hear before she skipped to the last one. The timer told her that it's been since she left Shane's house, and the caller ID said it was his number.
"Amy..." was all it was. She sighed and before she could cry again, her dog ran up to her, ready to pounce for a greeting. She quickly picked it up and held it tightly. She walked upstairs, and looked at her mirror. There was her first ever picture of herself and Matt. She couldn't bear to look at it. She took it off the mirror and in its place, she changed to a goofy picture of herself and Shane they took in a mall photo booth for the fun of it. She started to shiver as she checked the clock. Maybe all she needed to pick herself back up for the day was a hot bath. She made her way out of the damp clothes and before she stepped in the bath, she turned the ringer off on the phone. She ran the water, and closed her eyes, finally finding some serenity in the craziness around her. She never heard the phone ring.
"Hey, it's Amy. I'm not at home right now, but leave a message, and I'll call you back." the machine said right before the beep.
The other line hung up.
Author: Lost Angel
Wrestlers Involved: Shane Helms (The Hurricane, duh...), Matt Hardy (Version One!) and Amy Dumas (Lita, and if you want a comment, see what I said about Helms)
Content/Author's Note: It's rated PG-13, borderlining on R. I've gotten a bit sappy in my first few stories, so this one's a bit more dirty, sneaky, and underhanded. There's some sex, some swearing, and some backstabbing. Not very nice, eh?
This is also my first attempt at a multiple part story. Bear with me.
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I got nothing. The names are property of Vinnie- roo. Just enjoy my work of FICTION.
Then there's that song. That song is property of an awesome band you should all know called Sinch.
Distribution: I don't mind if anyone wants to read it, and forward it to their buddies, all I mind is if you do it AND DON'T ASK ME!!! You can e- mail me, her, or find me on my AIM name (XxStylesClashxX, inspired by my favorite wrestler A.J. Styles), and I'll be sure to hear out your reasons for wanting to post it on your site, or use it as toilet paper.
Song: "Plasma" by Sinch.
Okay...now you can read.
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The rain that didn't cease for a second during the day carried into the night. Soft candlelight and the softer sound of music floated throughout the entire bottom floor of the house. It was perfectly planned, with rose petals and the scented candles all around. She looked into his eyes and emotions she thought were long buried by the past few years of listening to painful words from Matt were rekindling. He was on the road tonight, of course, since it was Tuesday. However, she was not. She was at someone else's home, staring into the eyes of another man. That other man was Matt's best friend.
"Are you sure you want me here, Amy?" Shane said, still looking a bit apprehensive. Even if this wasn't the first time she found solace in him, he still found it hard to believe. Here was a wonderful woman, full of strength and life. After every mistake in his own life, after every imperfection everyone else saw, there was someone out there who didn't care about all of those trivial things. He looked at Amy, and she smiled at him. This visit was something that brought joy to a life that didn't see much of it these days. Although there was lots to be happy about, it's difficult to be happy when you're crying inside. She always put on a brave front, but when she was around Shane, she could be genuine, and it would be okay to cry in front of him, but never Matt. "Never let them see you cry." he said. "It shows them you're too weak to be around them." would usually finish that thought. That wasn't what Shane said. "It's okay to be yourself. Emotions are what make us all human." was what she wanted to hear from someone she loved, and when she realized that it wouldn't be heard from Matt, pieces of her died. Although she was almost numb by the time Shane tunneled into her heart, he made her feel alive again. Tonight was meant to consumate that. She finally responded to him by nodding and sitting with him on the couch, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"I think I'm falling for you, Shane." she said, as he reached to hold her with the pitter patter of raindrops on the roof softening her words. This wasn't the first time he held her, and as she leaned up to recieve a kiss, it wouldn't have been the first time they'd kiss either. Then again, when they made love tonight, it wouldn't have been the first time they had done that either. The first time was, in Shane's words "just because". The second time was to burn off an alcohol buzz. The third time was to check for chemistry. This time, it wasn't a fuck, it wasn't just sex, it was to be considered as making love. He kissed her again and again, each one becoming more lustful than the last, with it finally simmering to something loving. He spent his childhood reading about superheroes, and a lifetime reading about them, but in his eyes, he was Amy Dumas' superhero. She couldn't really turn to anyone else. With Jeff in exile and Shannon always around Matt, she found that Shane was the only one she could talk to about matters involving their friends, and the one she used to love.
I don't want to feel this way And I don't want to pretend That these feelings don't exist And I am aware Yet so afraid That I'll make mistakes I'll always regret
And by the way Would it be okay If we went our seperate ways Just to see?
She kissed Shane and moved closer, offering her body to him. Tonight, nothing was off limits and nothing was too sacred to hold back. He reached out for her, but she was tearing inside. Despite the negativity she got from Matt, and all the hard feelings she experienced in that relationship, something kept dragging her back. It was ripping her up. Inside his mind, it was no better. Matt was his brother in arms. They were too close for him not to feel a sense of guilt by touching Amy like this, by kissing Amy like this. His whole love life had been justified by these things being rationalized as nothing more than just sex. Everything had an excuse, except for this. He didn't want excuses for this, simply because for the first time in his life, he felt something real. He'd listen to a girl to get a kiss goodnight. He'd comfort them for a one night stand. He'd pretend to care to have a body in his bed, but it was never like that with Amy. He wanted to cradle her from all the wrong things in her world and everything else around them. She tugged off his button down shirt and unzippered her own to leave them bare chest to bare chest, all the while neither of them knew what thoughts were swirling in the other's mind. They were the same, however. Love, fear, guilt...all in that order. The phone rang. He started to turn his body but she stopped him, and the rolled off the couch, onto the floor. The phone rang again...and again. He never heard it. All he could here was his own heart telling him not to stop and Amy's whisper of "Make love to me, Shane." This was his reality, his wonderful reality. Sadly, it crashed down at the sound of the beep.
"Hey Shane, it's Matt. Have you seen Amy? I've called her house, her cell phone, and her mom's. I can't seem to find her anywhere, and I really want to talk to her. I've got something to tell her, and it's going to tear me up inside if I don't." the answering machine played. The kissing stopped, and both of them laid on the floor, next to one another. Neither of them noticed that every couple of moments, the distance increased.
I don't wanna hide the truth But I can see you My jaded eyes, my faded broken gaze It's strange that way. And I'm afraid That I'll make mistakes I'll always regret
And by the way Would it be okay If we went our seperate ways 'Cause I can't breathe
And sometimes I feel That these chains Can be broken...
Amy silently wept. Although her heart was breaking, she had become so jaded, she was willing to do that to someone else, and above anything else, she was going to ruin a friendship that seemed to have already lasted several lifetimes. Shane sat up and closed his eyes, his cheeks puffing as he sighed. He grabbed his shirt and blew out a couple of candles as he put it back on and started to head to his room upstairs.
"Where are you going?" she said, obviously in emotional pain.
"Upstairs." he shot back coldly. "I need to think."
"Shane, please..." she sobbed. "I don't want him! I want you!" was all she could muster to scream before got up and cried into his chest. He didn't want to, but his natural reflex was to do the thing he's wanted to do since the first time he met her, and that was hold her. He had his chances, and if he walked away, he'd never have another chance.
"Just please don't tell me you love me." he said. With all the trust issues he's ever dealt with, and all the things that pained him and molded him to the person his friends know, he wouldn't let another person say those three words to him ever again. She knew things had changed. She broke away from him, and picked up her shirt.
"It's not far..." she said. "I'll walk."
And I can see your eyes You're lying through your teeth And I'm aware This isn't fair...
And by the way Would it be okay If we went our seperate ways To see?
In time The shades are drawn back again The light reflects upon what might have been And I will be here... 'Cause I don't mind waiting
Twenty minutes later, a drenched Amy Dumas walked into her house, a mess. Thanks to the rain, some mascara had run down her face. Nobody would have ever guessed her tears caused some of that. She checked her machine and finally she got to his voice.
"Amy, it's Matt. Call me, please. We--" was all she wanted to hear before she skipped to the last one. The timer told her that it's been since she left Shane's house, and the caller ID said it was his number.
"Amy..." was all it was. She sighed and before she could cry again, her dog ran up to her, ready to pounce for a greeting. She quickly picked it up and held it tightly. She walked upstairs, and looked at her mirror. There was her first ever picture of herself and Matt. She couldn't bear to look at it. She took it off the mirror and in its place, she changed to a goofy picture of herself and Shane they took in a mall photo booth for the fun of it. She started to shiver as she checked the clock. Maybe all she needed to pick herself back up for the day was a hot bath. She made her way out of the damp clothes and before she stepped in the bath, she turned the ringer off on the phone. She ran the water, and closed her eyes, finally finding some serenity in the craziness around her. She never heard the phone ring.
"Hey, it's Amy. I'm not at home right now, but leave a message, and I'll call you back." the machine said right before the beep.
The other line hung up.