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The Day Is: Thursday – RAW is only two days away!
THE NEIGHBOR I NEVER KNEW
Dashboard Confessional's "Vindicated" was blaring out of the stereo system in the bedroom of fifteen year-old Shane Helms. Broken Rebellion's guitarist was moping around in his room, playing air guitar along to one of his favorite songs. The band had just finished up practice for the day, minus the traitor Trish Stratus. Nobody had confronted Trish yet, but they never told her about the practice that was to be held that afternoon. It didn't matter, for Shane covered for Trish's back-up vocals to Amy's beautiful singing voice. As Amy was singing through the practice, Shane couldn't help but notice her in a whole different light. Instead of seeing her as Amy Dumas, one of his best friends that he could always joke about burping around; Shane saw Amy as Amy Dumas, his beautiful neighbor that he felt as if he didn't know. It was too weird for him. His stomach began to fill up with butterflies as Shane struggled to pay attention to his guitar and back-up vocals. Finally, practice came to a close and Shane rushed home to sort out his feelings. Just as he had rolled over on his bed, he noticed a small paper airplane flying in to his window. The paper airplane soared in the air, through the window and landed on the floor. Shane crawled off his bed and opened up to find a message written on it. The message said, "Hey...why did you leave practice right after? We played video games. – Amy." Shane looked out his window to find Amy standing at hers. She looked astonishing, even though she wasn't wearing anything special. This time, she was in a new light.
"Hey. Did you get the message?" She asked, her voice loud so he could hear from his room. He nodded and replied,
"I didn't feel too good so I just came home."
"Awwww. What's wrong?" Amy questioned as she took a seat on her windowsill. Shane did the same thing and looked at her. She just sat there, looking like quite an angel. Amy wasn't like any other girl Shane had known. Most girls Shane knew were like Trish Stratus or any of Evolution's girlfriends, worried about broken nails. No, Amy had no care for such things. Amy was passionate about her music and her friends.
"I had a weird feeling in my stomach." Shane answered, realizing that he was just staring at Amy and not saying a single word.
"Did you have to run to the bathroom right when you got home?" Amy chuckled, knowing that was sure to crack Shane up. Shane laughed and shook his head. He was used to making bathroom jokes with Amy, for she was like one of the guys. In fact, she was more comfortable with making bathroom jokes than Matt Hardy was.
"No! Not like that! I avoided your cooking, so it's all good." He joked. She stuck her tongue out at him and laughed.
"Shut up. I'm not THAT bad of a cook!" Shane rolled his eyes. "That's like saying Jeff's hair is normal!"
Exclaimed Shane, getting more laughter from Amy. "Okay, okay. You win. So then, why are you feeling weird? Is it about Trish and Shannon?" She asked, getting serious once again. For the second time, Shane shook his head.
"No, not about them. I know Shannon's going to be able to handle her." The green-haired guy told her, leaning his head against the windowsill. He looked up at his ceiling, but averted his attention back to Amy as she started to speak.
"Shane, what is it? I'm your friend and I can help you with it." She offered, her tone of voice going soft and sensitive. How could she help him when she was his problem? He was beginning to develop feelings for Amy, and he didn't know what to do.
"I can't tell you, Ames. There's nothing you can do to help me." Shane said to her, feeling a bit bad because Amy's expression had turned to soft and caring, to upset. She raked her fingers through her hair and bit her bottom lip before answering.
"Oh. Okay." Amy replied, sounding a bit stunned. She then cleared her throat and stood up. "Well, I have to go help my Mom load one of her paintings in to her car. I'll talk to you later." She quickly excused herself and left her room. Closing the door behind her, she leaned her back against the white door and sighed. "It looks like you're now useless in his life." She whispered to herself before heading down the stairs.
Shane let out a huge sigh before turning off his stereo. He shut his window and pulled down the blinds. "How stupid are you?" He asked himself, leaning his head against the wall. He began to bash his head against the wall continually. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Shane Helms repeated over and over again. After a few minutes, his head began to hurt so he left his room and headed downstairs to his kitchen.
As Shane pulled open the door to his fridge and grabbed a juice box, his mind began to race. What if that was his one and only chance to tell Amy how he felt and he had blown it? People say that you only get one chance, and what if that was it? Hating himself, Shane stuck the plastic straw in to his juice box and drank away.
Amy Dumas sighed and tried to fight back the tears as she entered her Mother's painting room. She had lied to Shane, for Mrs. Dumas wasn't even home. She sat down at her Mother's stool and stared at the blank canvas in front of her. She felt as if her heart had been broken, though her and Shane were only friends. He had no idea how she felt about him. With her mind racing with images of how she felt about Shane, Amy picked up her Mom's paint palette and brush. She began to paint her worries away.
The Day Is: Thursday – RAW is only two days away!
THE NEIGHBOR I NEVER KNEW
Dashboard Confessional's "Vindicated" was blaring out of the stereo system in the bedroom of fifteen year-old Shane Helms. Broken Rebellion's guitarist was moping around in his room, playing air guitar along to one of his favorite songs. The band had just finished up practice for the day, minus the traitor Trish Stratus. Nobody had confronted Trish yet, but they never told her about the practice that was to be held that afternoon. It didn't matter, for Shane covered for Trish's back-up vocals to Amy's beautiful singing voice. As Amy was singing through the practice, Shane couldn't help but notice her in a whole different light. Instead of seeing her as Amy Dumas, one of his best friends that he could always joke about burping around; Shane saw Amy as Amy Dumas, his beautiful neighbor that he felt as if he didn't know. It was too weird for him. His stomach began to fill up with butterflies as Shane struggled to pay attention to his guitar and back-up vocals. Finally, practice came to a close and Shane rushed home to sort out his feelings. Just as he had rolled over on his bed, he noticed a small paper airplane flying in to his window. The paper airplane soared in the air, through the window and landed on the floor. Shane crawled off his bed and opened up to find a message written on it. The message said, "Hey...why did you leave practice right after? We played video games. – Amy." Shane looked out his window to find Amy standing at hers. She looked astonishing, even though she wasn't wearing anything special. This time, she was in a new light.
"Hey. Did you get the message?" She asked, her voice loud so he could hear from his room. He nodded and replied,
"I didn't feel too good so I just came home."
"Awwww. What's wrong?" Amy questioned as she took a seat on her windowsill. Shane did the same thing and looked at her. She just sat there, looking like quite an angel. Amy wasn't like any other girl Shane had known. Most girls Shane knew were like Trish Stratus or any of Evolution's girlfriends, worried about broken nails. No, Amy had no care for such things. Amy was passionate about her music and her friends.
"I had a weird feeling in my stomach." Shane answered, realizing that he was just staring at Amy and not saying a single word.
"Did you have to run to the bathroom right when you got home?" Amy chuckled, knowing that was sure to crack Shane up. Shane laughed and shook his head. He was used to making bathroom jokes with Amy, for she was like one of the guys. In fact, she was more comfortable with making bathroom jokes than Matt Hardy was.
"No! Not like that! I avoided your cooking, so it's all good." He joked. She stuck her tongue out at him and laughed.
"Shut up. I'm not THAT bad of a cook!" Shane rolled his eyes. "That's like saying Jeff's hair is normal!"
Exclaimed Shane, getting more laughter from Amy. "Okay, okay. You win. So then, why are you feeling weird? Is it about Trish and Shannon?" She asked, getting serious once again. For the second time, Shane shook his head.
"No, not about them. I know Shannon's going to be able to handle her." The green-haired guy told her, leaning his head against the windowsill. He looked up at his ceiling, but averted his attention back to Amy as she started to speak.
"Shane, what is it? I'm your friend and I can help you with it." She offered, her tone of voice going soft and sensitive. How could she help him when she was his problem? He was beginning to develop feelings for Amy, and he didn't know what to do.
"I can't tell you, Ames. There's nothing you can do to help me." Shane said to her, feeling a bit bad because Amy's expression had turned to soft and caring, to upset. She raked her fingers through her hair and bit her bottom lip before answering.
"Oh. Okay." Amy replied, sounding a bit stunned. She then cleared her throat and stood up. "Well, I have to go help my Mom load one of her paintings in to her car. I'll talk to you later." She quickly excused herself and left her room. Closing the door behind her, she leaned her back against the white door and sighed. "It looks like you're now useless in his life." She whispered to herself before heading down the stairs.
Shane let out a huge sigh before turning off his stereo. He shut his window and pulled down the blinds. "How stupid are you?" He asked himself, leaning his head against the wall. He began to bash his head against the wall continually. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Shane Helms repeated over and over again. After a few minutes, his head began to hurt so he left his room and headed downstairs to his kitchen.
As Shane pulled open the door to his fridge and grabbed a juice box, his mind began to race. What if that was his one and only chance to tell Amy how he felt and he had blown it? People say that you only get one chance, and what if that was it? Hating himself, Shane stuck the plastic straw in to his juice box and drank away.
Amy Dumas sighed and tried to fight back the tears as she entered her Mother's painting room. She had lied to Shane, for Mrs. Dumas wasn't even home. She sat down at her Mother's stool and stared at the blank canvas in front of her. She felt as if her heart had been broken, though her and Shane were only friends. He had no idea how she felt about him. With her mind racing with images of how she felt about Shane, Amy picked up her Mom's paint palette and brush. She began to paint her worries away.