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I quickly walked to my dressing room. That was one of the most embarrassing things that ever happened to me.

"Red, wait." I heard Matt call.

I stopped walking and faced him. "Yeah?"

"My match is in… like… two minutes." He said, looking at his watch. "All I want to tell you is that I know that you still have to talk to me. I have a few words to say myself. I'm going right to my hotel room afterwards. Meet me there." He tossed me a key and ran down the hall.

"How are you gonna get in?" I called.

"I have another key!" He yelled back.

I sighed. Did I want to get myself into this?

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Luckily, we were in a whole different state. I didn't have to worry about Jason coming after me for being at Matt's. I took a deep breath and open Matt's door.

"Matt?" I asked, stepping into the hotel room. I saw his bag in the middle of the floor. Clothes were scattered everywhere. I put my own bag down and closed the door behind me.

"Matt?"

"In the bathroom, I'll be right out." He said.

"K." I sat down on one of the full sized beds and looked at Matt's mess. "He's such a slob." I mumbled, getting up. I started to fold his shirts.

"Don't clean up after me." Matt called.

I laughed. "You know me too well."

I looked at his bed. Unmade, as usual. I started to pull up the sheets.

"Don't make the bed, either."

"Why do you have two of them, anyway?" I asked.

"I was supposed to share a room with either Shane or Jeff… but they both had other plans."

"Trish and Torrie?"

"You know it."

"But I'm bored." I whined.

Matt sighed. "Knock yourself out."

I smiled and started to fold his shirts again. "What are you doing?"

"Shaving."

"Oh… well, hurry up. Who are you trying to look pretty for anyway?" I teased.

"You."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What'd you say?"

"Nothin."

I laughed. "You said something."

"No I didn't." Matt said, coming out of the bathroom.

"You missed a spot." I reached up and wiped away a little bit of shaving cream.

"Thank you." Matt said.

I nodded. "Now, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

Matt cleared his throat. "Jason."

I sighed. "I'm so tired of talking about him! Can you just drop it?"

Matt shook his head.

"Okay… okay." I sat down. "What do you wanna know?"

"You're gonna tell me the truth?"

"Yes."

Matt hesitated for a few seconds. "He hit you again, right?"

"Yeah… he did. For being at your place."

Matt shut his eyes tight. "I hate him. I hate him so much."

I shrugged. "You're not the one that's gonna marry him." I said.

Matt opened his eyes. "You're gonna marry him?!"

I held up my left hand so Matt could see the ring. "Amy, no. Don't do it."

"I don't think I am."

"Good."

"But I can't tell him no." I said.

"Yeah you can! It's easy! Make the 'N' sound… nih… and the 'O' sound… oh… nih-oh… no!" Matt grinned.

I smiled. "Cute, Matt. Real cute."

Matt sat next to me. "Tell him no."

"I want to… I mean it's not that I can't. I know I can… I just don't want him to hit me again."

"Red, you're a professional wrestler. You can hit him back, you know."

I shook my head. "I've tried. He's too strong."

"What made you go out with him in the first place?"

"He wasn't always like this. He was sweet."

"I can't believe he treats you the way he does. You're the last person that deserves to be treated like that."

"Thanks, Matt."

"What makes him do those things?"

I stood up and shrugged. I walked over to the full-length mirror that was by Matt's dresser. "I know I'm not that bright." I stared at my reflection. "Or pretty… but I think I'm a good person. I've never done anything to hurt anybody."

"Don't say that."

I could see Matt coming up behind me in the mirror.

"Say what?"

"That you're not smart or pretty… 'cause you're extremely intelligent and beautiful. Don't ever let someone tell you different."

I smiled. "That's sweet."

"And true."

"You're just pitying me… and trying to make me feel better."

"No, I'm not." Matt turned me around so I could face him. "You're the most beautiful gir-… um… woman… that I've ever met."

"M–"

Matt placed his finger on my lips. "Let me finish."

I nodded.

"You're funny and sexy… and you have a good heart. I don't care what you think, but that's the truth. Jason is so damn lucky to have you, and like the dumb ass he is, he doesn't realize that."

I smiled.

"And I hate him for it. He doesn't deserve such an amazing person like you… call me jealous, but that's just how I feel."

"Jealous? Why would you be jealous?"

Matt shrugged. "Look, Red… I'm a good guy, right?"

"Yeah."

"But every girl I've ever dated was a piece of shit."

"I know." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Jason isn't a good guy… but he has you… and that's not fair."

"Matt…"

"We both don't have what we deserve." Matt said, cutting me off.

"And what do we deserve?" I asked.

Matt didn't say anything. He looked down at the floor for a few seconds and sighed. He looked up at me and moved my hair out of my face… and barely above a whisper he said, "each other."

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A/N: FLUFFINESS! AH, THE FLUFFINESS! IT'S GREAT! SO GREAT! You know what else is great??? THE SEXY SEXY SEXY PIC OF MATT JFS SENT ME!!!!!! I LOVE YOU! That was the bestest b-day present ever… well, not really, but… who cares?!?!

Wait a minute… this weird feeling is coming back… FLUFFINESS! WE NEED MORE FLUFFINESS! … wait… isn't that what YOU guys r supposed to say?? Send them reviews… heehee…

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