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"I shouldn't have told her. I shouldn't have told her how I felt about her. I should've kept my damn mouth shut and left her alone." Matt worriedly paced across the room. "But if I left her alone... she could be dead. She could be dead now; who the fuck knows? She doesn't call anybody. It's like she wants nothing to do with us. No e-mails, letters, phone calls... zilch, nothin', nada."

Jeff sat there, watching his brother's nervous pacing. "I dunno, man... maybe -"

"She ran away - probably with Jason - nearly two months ago. Only God knows how hard I searched for her."

"Me, too... who was the one that wired you four-hundred dollars when you were in Alabama? You still owe me for that, dude."

Matt ignored Jeff. "She's not coming back. She's never coming back. And it's all because of me. It's all because of my stupid ass."

"No, Matt, don't blame this on yoursel-"

"JEFF! I was the one who drove her away! I wanted to play hero and save her. She didn't want to be saved! Why couldn't I get that through this thick skull of mine?" Matt ran both hands down his face. "God, I miss her so bad."

"You miss her so much."

Once again, Matt ignored his younger brother. "I'd do anything to bring her back." Matt sighed. "Anything."

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"Jason?" I gently shook him. "Jason, baby, wake up." I whispered.

"Hmmf?" He mumbled sleepily.

"I'm going outside to find a payphone... I have to call my dad." I lied.

"You woke me up to tell me that?"

"Well... yeah, obviously." I said, sarcastically.

"Don't be stupid."

I sighed. "Well I'm going now."

"Get me something to eat."

"Yeah." I sighed again. I was miserable. I knew I shouldn't be with Jason... he's just not the one for me. I could be with someone who loves me for me. Someone who'll be there when I need them. Someone who I could trust. Someone who I could call a friend. Someone like... Matt.

Ever since that night at Matt's hotel room, I've been thinking about him as being more than a best friend. I never knew I had such feelings for him, but those two words brought them out. Each other. I couldn't believe Matt told me that. I always knew he loved me, but not in that way. I don't know what to do anymore.

I walked out of our hotel room and down the hall. I stepped into the elevator.

"Good morning." I said sweetly to the little boy that was in there with me.

"Hi." He stared up at me. "Oh my God! You're Lita!" He cried happily.

I blushed. I always get excited when someone recognizes me. I smiled at him. "Yeah."

"Why you don't wrestle no more?"

My smile faded. "Well, ... um... what's your name?"

"Nathan."

"Well, Nathan... I've been having some personal problems." I explained as we both stepped out onto the first floor.

"Your neck's still broke?" He asked.

"No... that's all better... I've been... how old are you?"

"Six."

Well I couldn't tell him about my abusive relationship, could I? "My... hamster died."

"Oh."

"Yeah... and I need some time to get over it." My hamster? Wow... good one, Amy, good one.

"I understand. Hey, how come you got so much bruises?"

"Wrestling."

"Cool! Look at that one, it's the size of Texas!" He pointed to a bruise on my arm. I actually didn't get that one from Jason, but it was still offensive.

"Where's your mom?" I asked. He pushed one of my buttons. I was annoyed.

"Tryna get rid of me?" Nathan asked with a smirk on his face.

Yes. "Um... no... I just have to go somewhere."

"Well, my mommy's upstairs. I'm meeting my daddy at the pool. We gonna swim. Wanna come?"

"No, thanks, sweetie."

"Fine... I guess I'll see you. Can I have a artograth?"

"Huh?"

He thought for a second. "Can you write your name on something for me?"

I laughed. "Oh... an autograph. Yeah, sure. Do you have a pen?"

He nodded and handed me a green Crayola crayon.

I laughed again. "Something to write on?"

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a stick of gum. He carefully peeled the wrapper off and handed that to me, too.

Kids are so cute.

I thought for a second before writing, 'Nathan, follow your dreams and don't let anyone hold you back... ever.' I thought about my personal life. 'Be a good guy and never hurt anyone... unless of course you become a wrestler.' I drew a smiley face. '-Lita.'

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A/N: WHY CAN'T LITA TAKE HER OWN ADVICE?!?!? WHY?!?!?

Damn, that must've been a big ass gum wrapper… she wrote like a novel… HEY IT'S FANFICTION OKAY?!?!