Title: Losing Grip
Chapter V: Vanilla
Author: JuSt AnOtHeR DeMoNiC EgO (J*A*D*E)
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the McMahon's … Jade owns nothing. The song is Avril's.
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"Fucking… ASSHOLES!" Matt threw his gym bag on the floor. It banged into an end table, causing the lamp to fall and crash into pieces. "Great." Matt muttered.
He slammed the door of the hotel room and flopped on the bed. He closed his eyes, thinking about the week's events… and how the guys had been treating him.
Hectic. Life was so damn hectic nowadays.
The room felt so cold. It was weird without Amy. She was usually cleaning up after his sloppy ass. But not tonight. Tonight, the lamp would stay smashed on the floor… tonight his clothes would stay in his gymbag, getting wrinkled. Tonight, Matt didn't care. Tonight… Matt missed Amy.
He kept his eyes closed, thinking about her. Her curvaceous body… her full lips… her long red hair. Even the way she smelled. Kind of like vanilla. He smiled as he reminisced on the day they went to the amusement park…
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"One more game, please! I just wanna get you that purple bear!" Matt tugged on her blouse as he whined. Amy smiled but shook her head.
"Matt, if I bring anymore animals to the hotel, they're gonna start charging extra."
"So?"
"No."
Matt frowned. "You're no fun."
"Come on, you can get ice-cream instead."
The two of them walked over to a concession stand and waited in line. Matt held onto Amy's waist and nuzzled into her neck. He sniffed in her scent. "Mm, baby, you smell like vanilla!"
Amy smiled.
He licked her cheek. "You even TASTE like vanilla!"
Amy shoved him and wiped her face.. "Ugh, Matt, you're so gross!"
"C'mere, gimme another lick!"
"No, Matthew, stop, we're in public!" Amy tried to keep her composure but Matt was making her laugh.
"Vanilla! Damn, girl you taste so good!"
Amy continued to laugh.
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Matt smiled to himself, remembering how she laughed that day. Her laughter was so beautiful… it sounded like a song. Why didn't he ever tell her that?
He didn't get to tell her a lot of things. Most important of all, how much he loved her. The last time he told her was when… when she killed herself. When she was crying and she kept yelling at him… did he say that just to get her to shut up? He couldn't remember saying it while they were in the car… or having breakfast… or before going to sleep. He loved her, but he couldn't remember telling her.
Matt reached over and grabbed the phone. He needed someone to talk to. All this thinking about Amy was really getting to him. He punched in a few numbers and waited for it to ring.
"Hello?" A sleepy voice answered.
"Hey… it's me…"
"I know."
"Can you come over? Please… I – I need you."
"I'll be right there."
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