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A/N: So, I'm proud of myself on this one, it's a pretty long chapter. The first half was a little hard to write for some reason, but I really like the second half. Thanks for all the readings and reviews! Sorry I haven't responded to PMs or anything on here in a while, I've been busy. Enjoy!
Beth runs a hand through her hair. She then pats me on the back, chuckling following after two of the Carolina boys, and disappears behind the staircase. Dude…Shannon Moore called me hot. A WWE wrestler called me hot. Shannon Moore called me hot? Eh…why couldn't someone like John Morrison call me hot? Damn…
"Charity?" a groggy voice asks, making me turn back around, immediately wiping the doofy smile off my face. Bad Charity. Matt looks at me with a smirk, as if he's trying to figure out what just happened, but can't. "You okay?"
I nod, swallowing the huge nerve ball that had just formed in my throat. "Just peachy…um… I forgot what I was doing though," I sort of mumbled to myself, looking around the guestroom, hoping for a reminder of what I was doing. I can't believe Shannon Moore calling me hot is freaking me out like this. Okay, so he thinks I'm good looking, so what? Okay, so I feel like screaming. Loudly that a pro-wrestler thinks I'm hot. And yet, I swear I'm not a fan-girl. But that is okay, a bunch of other girls would do the same thing.
"Charity?" Matt asks me again. "You alive in there?"
"I am." I give him a warm smile to reassure him and then look out the door. "Well, what are the plans for today?" It seems that a week with the Hardyz would never be boring, so I can only imagine what those Boyz have planned. Especially if Jeff's planning…we could possibly be jumping off of buildings, heh.
"Breakfast out sound good? And my friend John and Alvin are coming to hang out for a bit tonight, we could barbeque. The rest is up to you," he says, but I don't hear him after the words John and Alvin.
"John…Alvin?" I ask, blushing.
"John Morrison…Hennigan, and Alvin Burke a.k.a. MVP?" he say with a smile. "They're in town, and I didn't think you'd mind if I invited them over for a bit. WWE is in town for the next week or so…well local in North Carolina. I could invite a few more people over and we could sort of have a mini-party?"
"Are you trying to kill me?" I ask with a laugh. "I think I'll die if I see anymore superstars I love." I blink a bit, realizing how lucky I am. How many people in the world can say this? "I'd love that!"
Matt laughs. "Well, go shower up and then I'll rascal in the rowdy's. I'm gonna guess you've met Shannon? I heard some yelling of Beth's…and that can only mean one thing," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "I swear, they're like siblings." He moves his hands to make that 'chatterbox' movement. "Blah, blah, blah! No, you did it! No, I didn't!"
Aw, that was so cute! "Heh, sounds like my mom and dad." I grab through some clothes. "But, yeah, I met Shannon...let's just say it was an interesting experience." In more ways than one, I added mentally. "He's quite…"
"Hyper at times," Matt says, nodding. "Don't let him fool you. He acts like an idiot half the time, but he's actually pretty smart. Just his brain tells him that acting like a five-year-old is fun…for whatever reason. Great at parties." I laugh, and mention his Christmas Bash. "Exactly. Well…I'll leave you to your…womanly routine…come downstairs when you're ready…and this time, I promise Jeff will have a muzzle on."
"JOHN MORRISON?!" Rina squeals in my ear as I sit on the couch in Matt's house a half hour later. I decided to give Rina a quick call since she'd texted me eight times in the past twelve hours…and I don't want to look at my missed called list, heh. "GET ME HIS AUTOGRAPH!!" I can hear her running through her house, dancing like a wild-woman. Yep, we're a bit strange…if you haven't noticed.
"I'll see what I can do," I tell her, laughing. "Maybe a picture or two, too. But, let me go. We're about to go out for breakfast."
"Bye Charity. I'll tell Penn for you, I'm about to go visit him now," she gushes, giggling. She's always liked him, and I was always glad to see that him being sick never fazed her. I always thought it takes a real person to see past something like that, and still find the time to spend time with people which makes most people uncomfortable. Maybe that's why Rina is my best friend; she's real. What you see is what you get, mostly.
"Bye Rina, love ya," I say, but she's already hung up. I glance around to see Beth and Jeff on the porch out front, hugging each other closely, Jeff's head on top of Beth's. It's one of those times you wished you had a camera to capture such a cute moment.
Before anyone could tell me it was time to go, I ran up the stairs and into the guestroom, grabbing my journal and rushing back down. I could write in the car…
Or, you know, hope I make it out alive. Matt drives like he's freakin' on acid for cryin' out loud. I fancy my life, Matthew Moore, and I'd rather it still be here when we're at the diner. Jeff and Beth took their car, leaving me in the backseat with none other than, Shannon Moore. I was attempting to write an entry, but the way we kept jerking was making it near impossible. In my ears were my iPod speakers, blasting one of the Goo-Goo Doll's biggest hits, 'Iris.' There was something about that song, something so very soothing.
I look up to see Shannon staring at me, which immediately makes me blush and look at my spiral notebook in discomfort. God, why is he looking at me like I'm some kind of art piece at a museum?
-Shannon's POV-
Shit. Fuck. Damn it. She caught me looking at her. It's just…I can't help it. I mean…ever since I met her…I was floored. She's just so…hot, beautiful…sexy, the way her curves swerve about her body. I want to explore her instantly, is that bad? It can't be too bad.
Whatever she's trying to write doesn't seem to be working out…I'm going to assume because Matt drives like he's in a rush half the time, then again, he is. This is obviously frustrating her, which is kind of cute. Her small and groomed eyebrows keep arching low each time we hit a bump, her lips pouted into a deep frown. Whatever music she's playing is pretty loud…sounds like alternative. I figured.
Hmm, time to play a game. I tug on her iPod earphone with a flirty smile and stick it into my own ear listening. Never heard the song before…sounds familiar-ish though.
When I look back at her, I can't tell if she's annoyed or amused. Normally I'd assume annoyed because it's me…and I live to annoy people, but her elegant face seems pretty unreadable…interesting. "Who is this?" I ask her finally, hoping she doesn't backhand me like Beth does when I steal her iPod…oops…I mean borrow.
"You've never heard this song?" she asks, her eyes widening. I shook my head, slowly, trying to figure out how to break some ice. "It's the Goo-Goo Doll's biggest hit. Iris? Ring any bells?"
"No, not really," I mumble, and snatch her iPod from her. She lunges for it back just as Matt swerves, making her fall into me. Oh boy, I'm a happy man. Immediately, she sits up, snatches the iPod back, and pulls the earphone out of mine, like I was the one that made the car jerk. I swear, I think younger girls just have attitude problems installed already for use.
"Charity?" I ask her, but I hear the volume go louder, as Matt peers to the backseat, giving me a look that says, 'what'd you do?'
I shrug my shoulders, and roll my eyes, mouthing, 'nothing.' Matt too rolls his eyes, like he doesn't believe a word I say. Then again, no one ever does, so what's the point? I glance once more at Charity, and vow to someone get her alone later…she seems a little bit of a tough egg to crack.
"So, whatcha ordering?" I ask Charity when we arrive at a tiny diner off the highway. She's been quiet to everyone since the little incident in the car. I shift uncomfortably toward her; because Matt's huge fucking elbows keep bumping me. She doesn't even look at me when she shrugs. "Well, they make great pancakes…and waffles too. OHH and the eggs benedict are good as well." Okay, so I have no idea what I did wrong. She does realize that I wasn't controlling the car, right? Drama, drama, drama with girls, I swear.
"Matt?" she asks. I wonder if she's gonna say something about me… "Is the eggs Benedict good here?"
Okay, ouch burn. Beth and Jeff snort, which she ignores, as Matt nods, completely confused as I am. "Uh…Shannon, can I talk to you a second alone?" he asks me, and before I can even answer, he pulls me by my shirt and into the hallway near the bathroom. "What'd the hell did you do that is making her be a bitch to you?" he rambles off.
I shrug. "I was just playing with her iPod when you decided to make one of your bonehead moves in the car…and then she got all tense and stopped talking to me. She's self conscious, isn't she?" I ask him, realizing what could have happened.
Matt nods. "Yeah…I think so. Try to lay off her for a while and don't…for the love of God, make any corny jokes or be an idiot, I beg of you?" I open my mouth in protest of the 'corny jokes' (my jokes are not corny) but Matt's already off back at the table, as if nothing ever happened.
When I arrive back too, Charity barely moves over to let me in. I shrug it off as if I didn't care, but it's eating me away. Why is she so…different from most girls? I could imagine ten thousand other girls asking a million questions to all of us at the moment, and yet, she's quiet.
Little does she know I'm the reason she's here partly. She wouldn't have even made the finals without my help. Of course, when Matt found out what I did, he wasn't too happy, but I think he's over that…
"Hey, hey, hey," one of our usual waitress's says, a wide smile on her face. "I haven't seen y'all in here for a while. Jeff! Beth! Darlings, I am so sorry about your house. Let me know if there is anything I can do," she says. Beth gives her a thankful smile, as Jeff rambles a bit. I think they both are trying to forget. "So, I'm gonna assume the usual for y'all two?" They nod. "How about you, Shan?"
"Uh…the eggs benedict, please?" I hand her my menu, and take a sip of the coffee before me.
"Righty-o! Matt, I'm going to assume your usual too?" He nods with a smile. "And how about you, sugarplum?" she asks Charity. "What'll you be having?" Nancy smiles at her, waiting for her answer.
"Uh…the eggs benedict," she mumbles, handing her menu towards Matt and me. I take it and hand to Nancy.
When she disappears, I attempt a smile at the quiet one. "Ah, so you did hear what I said before!" I feel Matt kick me, but I ignore him. "I promise you'll love it, they make the best shit here."
I don't expect her to nod with a smile, but she does. Matt seems pretty surprised too. "How many tattoos do you have?" she asks suddenly, which too surprises me. "I like them." Her words are so delicate and precise that it's weird to answer almost. I feel like I need to be the same way…which isn't going to happen, heh.
"A lot…they mean a lot to me." I give her a timid smile and look around her body for any signs of ink. "You don't have any?"
"No…I only turned eighteen in January…my parents don't approve of tattoos…but I've always wanted one," she explains. I glance in the direction of Matt, who seems impressed, as Beth and Jeff make small talk.
"You know, I has a shop, right?" I say. "I could show you around. Maybe disobey your parents' rules a tad?"
I hear Matt chuckle, as he shakes his head. Charity smiles a little then looks at her arms. "Would a skull and heart look bad on my shoulder?" I can smell our food as Nancy comes back with our orders. I grab my dish and turn to Charity again.
"Naw, I don't think so at all. In fact, I think it could be quite perfect."
Wheee! Okay, I hope you enjoyed. I'll try to update tomorrow, but Monday if not. Writers block likes to try to be my friend, but I say nooo, nooo, noooo. ;) Lol. Read and review, pleaaseee?! :)