Authors Notes: How goes it? Chapter Five here, I guess I don't need to tell you that though. I will tell you this, however, I LOVE YOUR REVIEWS! Seriously, as soon as I read them I'm all 'Wow, I'd better go write another chapter if everyone's still interested.' And let me also say, I love writing this story! I'm having so much fun with it. So with the hopes of you liking it half as much as I do, I present Chapter Five:

PreSchool

The next morning, I debated briefly if I should wear a skirt and blouse instead of my usual jeans and T, but quickly dismissed the idea. I decided no matter how much I liked Matt that I wouldn't change how I did thinks, even if it was just the way I dressed. Besides, he didn't ask me out because how I dressed. At least, God I hope not. Well, enough if he did, he had only even seen me in jeans, so why mess with a good thing?

Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I headed down the hall towards the kitchen where Alex and Jeff where going over some papers.

"Morning kiddies." I greeted with a grin.

"Kiddies?" Alex replied, eyebrows raised.

I shrugged, "If the shoe fits." I said smiling. "Mom gone then?" I asked as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.

"Yeah. Hey Amy, do you know how much those cap gun ammo things costs?" Alex asked looking up from the paper in front of them.

"Not much. Like, a dollar for a pack of ten or something. Why?" I asked. He exchanged a grin with Jeff before I thought better of it. "No. Don't want to know, then I can claim ignorance." I said before he could reply.

"Easy for you to claim ignorance, huh Amy?" Jeff asked, sill grinning.

"Fun-ny." I said flicking some milk at him, but grinned anyway.

I sat on the kitchen counter eating my food and thinking of a casual way of asking Jeff if Matt had said anything about me. 'Did Matt have a good time last night?' Hmm, no. How about 'How's your brother, Jeff?' Well, that could work. Then again they'd probably tease me to no end about it and tell him I asked about him. But if I don't want him to know I was asking about him, would he want me to know that he was asking about me? Assuming he was, of course.

I was interrupted in my musings by Jeff saying, offhandedly. "Oh yeah, Matt says to ask you to meet him by the A wing lockers before homeroom." Success! Didn't have to ask after all and he asked about me. Well, sort of. Putting on what I hoped was a look of nonchalance, I put my dish in the sink and shrugged.

"Okay, cool. Well, see you guys later." I said, heading for the door after grabbing my backpack off the couch. "And don't get caught." I added, thinking of the cap ammo question before slamming the door and heading over to Trish's house.

Now, the hard part was going to be telling Trish I wanted to meet Matt early at school and therefore, in her eyes anyway, I would have to ditch her. I was debating this internally on my way over to her house when my ears caught hold of the now familiar sound of Matt's bike. Turning around, I was greeted with what was fast becoming my favorite sight, Matt Hardy on his bike, pulling up alongside me. Me.

"Hey" I greeted with a shy smile. Today he was dressed in blue jeans, not to tight and not to baggy, with a silky looking short sleeved black shirt that was covered by a black motorcycle jacket. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower with his hair still wet in its usually loose pony- tail. Pardon my drool.

"Hey yourself." He returned with a smile, I was happy to note, that was anything but shy. "Ride?" he offered, already handing me the helmet.

My stomach fell as I remembered Trish. I really wish I wasn't so loyal to my friends. Isn't it normal to blow off your best friend for a guy?, I wondered, already knowing the answer.

"No. Thanks, though, But I'm supposed to meet –"

"Trish Stratus." He cut me off with a sigh while he dejectedly put the spare helmet away. "Yeah, you do that a lot, you know?" Was he angry with me? Or did he think I was blowing him off?

"I'm sorry, but I didn't know you'd be around this morning." I replied. Well, hell. If he was mad because of this, what could I do? It's not like we planned to go to school together. The last I heard he wanted me to meet him at the A wing lockers.

"Yeah, spur of the moment kind of thing." He said as if reading my thoughts. Or replying to my question, whichever. "Well, I guess I'll see you at school then.". Up until now he had been sitting on his bike while walking alongside me. Now he revved it up once and prepared to take off.

"Wait." My hand, as if by its own accord, shot out and grabbed his arm to prevent him from leaving yet. "Uh, why don't you walk with us?" I asked, not removing my hand from him arm incase he tried to ride over without answering. At least, that's what I told myself.

"Sure Ames, I can hear the disdain from here." He said with a humorless smile.

Ignoring the way my heart felt when he reveled his own personal way of saying my name, I said "She's not that bad." Though without much feeling.

He was about to reply when the, unfortunately, also familiar sound of a corvette caught my ears. "Oh man, not again." I groaned, digging my nails slightly into Matt's jacket where my hand still lay. He gave me a curious look, then turned to follow my gaze and when he saw Deans car coming up the road gave a groan of his own.

"What's this guys deal?" he wondered aloud.

"Don't look at me." I replied just as the car reached us, the Drivers side window coming down.

"Car trouble?" he asked Matt with a sneer.

"Get lost, Townie." Matt grumbled at him.

"This boy bothering you, Amy?" he turned to me

"The only boy bothering me is you, Dean. Now you heard him, get lost." I snapped back, throwing my best glare in for good measure.

"I'd hate to see what your mother would say, you hanging around with scum like this." Dean spat. I had to tighten my grip on his arm to keep Matt from flying through the window and attacking Dean.

"I'd hate to see what your mother would say, you on your way to becoming a pedophile."

Dean gave me a sour smile. "You can come on over my house anytime and find out, baby." Disgusted, I let go of Matt's arm, leaving him free to retaliate against him; But as soon as he had uttered those words, Dean took off.

"Dirtbag." Was all I could manage, a grimace still on my face. I checked my watch before sliding in behind Matt on his cycle, startling him. "Come on, Trish's bound to have left by now."I told him taking the proffered helmet.

More Authors Notes: Another short chapter, but don't worry. Next time we'll actually make it to school, and that's when all the fun starts. Drop me a line and let me know how I'm doing, or if there are any questions in the house, I'd be more than happy to answer them. Thanks and see you again soon.