Title: Were Broken Now
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17@aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative
Summary; When Amy & Matt's relationship is going sour, the secrets kept by the person your closest to may be the biggest betrayal of all.
Pairing: No Freakin Idea at the moment, I'll let you guys decide. Its not Amy/Matt though!
Author's Notes: I found a poem I wrote a long time ago a few weeks ago and I began reading it and brainstorming and decided on this story!
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The straws stirring caused the ice to clank noisily against the glass. It was pretty much the only noise in the restaurant since
nobody was talking.
They rarely talked these days.
Her hazel eyes looked up from her concentration of the glass to her dinner date for that night. Her boyfriend Matt Hardy.
"Matt?"
"Hmm?" he asked, looking up from his cell phone. He held it in front of him, and had been since their arrival to the little
restaurant they decided to eat at after work on Monday night Raw. Amy saw it as an opportunity to hang out with her
boyfriend and talk. They weren't any where fancy and they where right outside of Cameron where they shared a home
together, so he didn't have any excuse to be polite, but it would help since they hadn't really hung out in such a long time.
"Have you decided what you want to order yet?"
His brown eyes didn't break from his cell phone. "I'm not sure what I want."
"Well it's a road side diner, there isn't a big selection." She bit down on her lip, not trying to come out a bit annoyed,
but it came out that way anyway, she was sick of him looking at his cell phone and making grunting noises like a cave man.
However, it got his attention, his eyes broke from the hold of the cell phone for the first time that night and his eyes met hers,
however they held a look of annoyance and that just made Amy feel even more angry.
"Give me my usual." and his eyes returned to his silver nokia.
"Right, your usual, because you'll break away from your precious cell phone to actually eat it." She said, an icy sarcastic
tone escaping with it. She didn't find this shameful in the slightest however since Matt wasn't even paying attention anymore.
Amy sat waiting for the returning waitress, listening to some old Madonna tune play from the diner's prehistoric jukebox.
It was almost mind numbing to hear the sounds of the diner and Madonna's "like a virgin" fill the diner again, and the sound
of Matt's frustrated grunts of looking at his cell phone.
Becoming to much, she reached for her change purse, and headed to the jukebox to find something that wouldn't make
her want to bang her head on the table's top like she had done earlier. The waitress was getting worried and she didn't
feel like getting injured anytime soon.
She dug through the change purse, until she found four quarters and slipped them into the machine. The red head soundly
looked at the selection, just focusing on the selection's because she didn't want to turn into supreme bitch again anytime soon.
Finally her eyes landed on Aerosmith's "crazy." She wasn't really a huge fan of the band but it was the only music she could
find besides Madonna that's band member weren't dead or wearing Depends.
She pushed the play button, and made her way back to her booth, to guess what? You guessed it! Being ignored by her
boyfriend anymore. However, she now had Aerosmith's lyrics to cheer her up, and she could almost let out an "amen" to
the lyrics she could very much relate to at the moment. She had been trying to talk to Matt for the past few days, but he was
too engrossed in his cell phone.
"Matt."
Nothing.
"Matt." she tried a little louder this time.
Nothing.
"JESUS MATT WOULD YOU FREAKING JUST PUT THE GOD DAMN PHONE AWAY? I NEED TO TALK TO
YOU!"
That did the trick, unfortunately, not only did she have Matt's attention but the whole diner's. She looked around sheepishly,
but then returned to the topic at hand. She turned back, focusing at her boyfriend.
"Matt."
"Yeah?" The tone he greeted her with just made her itch to hit him.
"Ok, Matt, Vince was talking to me about possibly going on this tour thing, touring around Europe and Asia and stuff. You
know, show the matches on Raw and Heat and stuff. Other companies will be there to. It would be so much fun. Don't you think?"
His brown eyes met her green. "Sure, for you maybe, but it's not my thing. Why don't you along without me."
She was taken back a little. They had heard about this about four months ago and both wanted more than anything to be given
the opportunity. So why would he change his mind? And there he goes again whipping out the cell phone.
"What's so damn interesting about that cell phone?"
Matt looked up at her, like a kid caught doing something wrong. "I'm text messaging Shane."
"Matt, I'm really trying to have a serious conversation with you right now."
"I told you to go, I think it would be great for you. You absolutely should go."
Amy began to feel a little hurt, it seemed he was actually begging her to go. But she pushed the thought out of her mind.
He was just begin supportive. "You sure? I'm going to be gone four months, and it's not like I can come visit you."
"I'll be here when you get back." He still wasn't looking at her.
Finally the waitress made her way over to the two.
"Ok, what can I get you?"
Amy looked up at the waitress, you gave her a sympathetic smile. Unknown to Amy, she wore the look of a wounded animal.
"I don't want anything, I'm suddenly not feeling too good." With that the red head got up and made her way to the bathroom.
She just couldn't look at him right now. She just couldn't.
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17@aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative
Summary; When Amy & Matt's relationship is going sour, the secrets kept by the person your closest to may be the biggest betrayal of all.
Pairing: No Freakin Idea at the moment, I'll let you guys decide. Its not Amy/Matt though!
Author's Notes: I found a poem I wrote a long time ago a few weeks ago and I began reading it and brainstorming and decided on this story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The straws stirring caused the ice to clank noisily against the glass. It was pretty much the only noise in the restaurant since
nobody was talking.
They rarely talked these days.
Her hazel eyes looked up from her concentration of the glass to her dinner date for that night. Her boyfriend Matt Hardy.
"Matt?"
"Hmm?" he asked, looking up from his cell phone. He held it in front of him, and had been since their arrival to the little
restaurant they decided to eat at after work on Monday night Raw. Amy saw it as an opportunity to hang out with her
boyfriend and talk. They weren't any where fancy and they where right outside of Cameron where they shared a home
together, so he didn't have any excuse to be polite, but it would help since they hadn't really hung out in such a long time.
"Have you decided what you want to order yet?"
His brown eyes didn't break from his cell phone. "I'm not sure what I want."
"Well it's a road side diner, there isn't a big selection." She bit down on her lip, not trying to come out a bit annoyed,
but it came out that way anyway, she was sick of him looking at his cell phone and making grunting noises like a cave man.
However, it got his attention, his eyes broke from the hold of the cell phone for the first time that night and his eyes met hers,
however they held a look of annoyance and that just made Amy feel even more angry.
"Give me my usual." and his eyes returned to his silver nokia.
"Right, your usual, because you'll break away from your precious cell phone to actually eat it." She said, an icy sarcastic
tone escaping with it. She didn't find this shameful in the slightest however since Matt wasn't even paying attention anymore.
Amy sat waiting for the returning waitress, listening to some old Madonna tune play from the diner's prehistoric jukebox.
It was almost mind numbing to hear the sounds of the diner and Madonna's "like a virgin" fill the diner again, and the sound
of Matt's frustrated grunts of looking at his cell phone.
Becoming to much, she reached for her change purse, and headed to the jukebox to find something that wouldn't make
her want to bang her head on the table's top like she had done earlier. The waitress was getting worried and she didn't
feel like getting injured anytime soon.
She dug through the change purse, until she found four quarters and slipped them into the machine. The red head soundly
looked at the selection, just focusing on the selection's because she didn't want to turn into supreme bitch again anytime soon.
Finally her eyes landed on Aerosmith's "crazy." She wasn't really a huge fan of the band but it was the only music she could
find besides Madonna that's band member weren't dead or wearing Depends.
She pushed the play button, and made her way back to her booth, to guess what? You guessed it! Being ignored by her
boyfriend anymore. However, she now had Aerosmith's lyrics to cheer her up, and she could almost let out an "amen" to
the lyrics she could very much relate to at the moment. She had been trying to talk to Matt for the past few days, but he was
too engrossed in his cell phone.
"Matt."
Nothing.
"Matt." she tried a little louder this time.
Nothing.
"JESUS MATT WOULD YOU FREAKING JUST PUT THE GOD DAMN PHONE AWAY? I NEED TO TALK TO
YOU!"
That did the trick, unfortunately, not only did she have Matt's attention but the whole diner's. She looked around sheepishly,
but then returned to the topic at hand. She turned back, focusing at her boyfriend.
"Matt."
"Yeah?" The tone he greeted her with just made her itch to hit him.
"Ok, Matt, Vince was talking to me about possibly going on this tour thing, touring around Europe and Asia and stuff. You
know, show the matches on Raw and Heat and stuff. Other companies will be there to. It would be so much fun. Don't you think?"
His brown eyes met her green. "Sure, for you maybe, but it's not my thing. Why don't you along without me."
She was taken back a little. They had heard about this about four months ago and both wanted more than anything to be given
the opportunity. So why would he change his mind? And there he goes again whipping out the cell phone.
"What's so damn interesting about that cell phone?"
Matt looked up at her, like a kid caught doing something wrong. "I'm text messaging Shane."
"Matt, I'm really trying to have a serious conversation with you right now."
"I told you to go, I think it would be great for you. You absolutely should go."
Amy began to feel a little hurt, it seemed he was actually begging her to go. But she pushed the thought out of her mind.
He was just begin supportive. "You sure? I'm going to be gone four months, and it's not like I can come visit you."
"I'll be here when you get back." He still wasn't looking at her.
Finally the waitress made her way over to the two.
"Ok, what can I get you?"
Amy looked up at the waitress, you gave her a sympathetic smile. Unknown to Amy, she wore the look of a wounded animal.
"I don't want anything, I'm suddenly not feeling too good." With that the red head got up and made her way to the bathroom.
She just couldn't look at him right now. She just couldn't.