Disclaimer: I sadly still own thing but Charity Burns and the other OCs.
A/N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I tried to, but fanfiction wasn't allowing me to upload the update...so blame that for my no update. So, I'm proud of myself again, I got another long one. So...thats about it. Enjoy. :)
Matt's coming towards me, oh jeez, he doesn't look too happy. He's eyeing Charity, who has zoned back out into her music joyland, leaving me alone to deal with Matt, thanks a lot. "Hey," he murmurs, grabbing a hotdog and shoving it half of it in his mouth at once. Men… "What did she have to say?" he asks, rolling his shoulder toward Charity.
"Not too much. Just that everything is okay and that Shannon didn't try to kill her or anything," I say, trying to add a little humor to the situation that I could quite possibly be fearing within minutes. "What about Shannon?" We walk towards the pool, passing a very lovey-dovey Jamie and Shane. We're outside, you fools, go get a bed, I can't help but think, rolling my eyes. Matt too is staring, sort of like an attraction at a zoo; you just can't help but look.
I smile at Jeff, who's in the pool lounging, legs out in a strange angle, but I'm not one to ask why…I've learned better with him, after dating for nine years. He doesn't notice, though, as his eyes are like slits, against the sun. "Matt?" I ask, wondering if he heard my question.
"Huh, what?" he replies, eyes looking around his house.
"I asked you: what about Shannon? What did he say?" I have to roll my eyes again; this man is seriously off in la-la land. You can just tell with Matt when he's thinking about something, or planning something. He gets that distant look in his eyes, and he spaces out, totally forgetting where he is. It can be a very annoying thing, especially when you're trying to hold a conversation with the man.
"Oh…well, uh, he said…stuff," he says. You can tell he's trying to pick his words carefully.
"He likes her, doesn't he?" I eye him, wondering if this could be something I'd predicted. Shannon likes Charity, he plays a little too much, and she goes bye-bye.
Matt nods. "Yeah, I think so…apparently, they kissed and then Charity pushed him away."
"That's all? It seems like a very over-dramatized thing, if you—"
"That's not all," he continues. "Shannon said that Charity came over while eating before, and asked to talk to him. They did in the woods, and she said she didn't like him and that the kiss was a mistake, blah, blah, blah. I think she gave him more stupid reasons too, but I can't remember. It all seems a little bit high school, doesn't it?"
"That's exactly what I'm thinking," I agree, looking for a soda. I'd already had two beers, and didn't want to be too drunk. "It all seems like they're in high school. I mean, it's typical for Charity, since she just graduated, but you'd think that Shannon knows better. Unless he's really thinking he really likes her or something…" I trail off, looking at the sulking Shannon, who had just made his appearance.
Matt looks a little troubled for a minute, but quickly shakes it off, "Maybe." It comes like a mumble, soft and unsure. "Well, I dunno. Maybe Charity doesn't like him for real and she just wants…"
"Yeah, I get it," I say with a laugh. Matt smiles at me, before squeezing my side and walking off, towards Shane. This all seems like it's really going to come to a head soon enough, let's hope though, it's later than sooner for the sake of us all.
-Charity's POV-
I don't like Shannon Moore. I don't like Shannon freakin' Moore. I DON'T LIKE SHANNON MOORE. So, please, you little stupid journal you, tell me why Beth keeps on coming up here and asking me if I do, and if something happened between me and him? It's not like she probably doesn't already know. I saw Matt go off after Shannon earlier, and he talked to Beth after. I'd imagine since Shannon and him are best friends he'd tell him what happened and what a bitch I was. She has to know. So why bother asking? I DON'T LIKE SHANNON MOORE.
Just because I felt all tingly inside and felt weak in the knees when I kissed him off of angst this morning doesn't mean anything. I could kiss freakin' Brad Pitt and feel the same way, but I wouldn't like him. It's the celebrity thing, I'm telling you. If you suddenly kissed a celebrity, wouldn't you too feel like that? Especially a wrestler?
Yeah, exactly. So, Beth can stop coming up here and trying to bother me about stupid crap. I mean, I like the girl, but give it a rest. I think Matt's sending her up though, as I've been up here for the past hour, and I know everyone is down there, because it started to rain on our BBQ. But it doesn't matter. I'm staying up here and waiting for Penn to call just so I can hear something that isn't different: my brother's voice. Unlike the amazing Hardyz, or Beth, he'll be there when I get back. This sadly is a temporary thing, so, why am I acting like…I don't even know.
Why hasn't Penn called? It was chemo day, so maybe he's feeling sick. He told me not to call him for the rest of the time, he'd call me, so I'll wait. But, if he doesn't call me in the next half hour, I'm going down there I guess.
Beth, Matt, and Jeff are really great. I got to know Jeff a little better earlier when we snuck off to his motorcross ramp earlier. After he apologized just about a million times for what he said, we actually hung out and I didn't feel like I was talking to someone famous, but to a normal guy, which I sort of forgot he is. He showed me how to ride a little, and we talked about his art. He's really deep when it comes to that, what an artist. We brought up the fire too, actually, and I too was surprised on how open he was with it. Now that we've finally actually started talking, he seems like a cool guy, not that I expected any less. I just never imagined I'd get the chance to be there talking to him.
Matt is great too. He feeds out the compliments like I said like water, but he's amazing. He's so happy and optimistic about everything – it makes it rub off on you. He spoke to me about working harder to bust his ass for the WWE and it was really inspiring. I'm seriously gonna miss the chats we had earlier when I'm gone. This entire three days so far (Boo, I only have four left) have been a major blessing that I would never give up. Thank you, Penn for making me enter. That, and Matt is a good dancer, I also learned last night. Never would have thought that, haha. I still have a hard time though, sometimes looking him in the eye though, it seems surreal, like he's a bubble and he'll pop or something.
It's good to have Beth around because she's the only woman in the house (how does she survive with Matt, Jeff, and Shannon, plus Lucas and Shannon's puppies?) and we've gotten to talk a few times. I don't know what to say about her really, but I hope to get to know her a little better. The woman is strong, and Jeff even said so. They really love each other, you can tell.
Shit, someone is knocking…sigh. I'll be back in a few.
I close the book and said 'come in' expecting Beth again. No, it's Matt, and he has a wide smile on his face. "Hey, why you up here all by yourself? You should come down and hang with us. Shane and Jamie will be leaving soon, they offered for autographs and pictures."
I smile. "Okay, I'll be down in a few." Hoping that'll make him leave, I look at my notebook with hope.
"What's that?" he asks me, pointing to the book.
I shrug. "Just something."
"Just something?" He smirks, eyebrows raised.
"I'm keeping a journal of the time spent here so I can read it when I come back home and show my brother that—" I stop at a loud clasp of thunder, which is followed by a bright gasp of lightening.
"It's really coming down out there, isn't it?" He's now up at the window, eyeing outside, at the pool and around. I stand up too, looking at the motorcross strip you can slightly see over the trees.
"Yeah…never would have thought it'd rain like this," I agree. We stand there for a minute, both of us just watching the rain. It came down in buckets, pouring on top of the pool, on the dirt, everywhere.
"So, are you going to come down?" he asks me finally, and picks up my camera. It turns on; exposing a silly picture Beth and I had took outside. I nod, and tell him in a minute. "Okay, see you in a few, sugar." With that, I'm alone again.
I can't help but look though the photos though. Matt insisted that I'd take photos (Not that I minded) so I'd have a memorable experience. There were many from today. One of Jamie and Shane kissing, noses touching adorably, one of Jeff doing a cannonball near Jamie, Matt yelling in the background, and one of Beth slapping Shannon for saying something dirty, all funny and cute. Most of the other ones were semi-normal, Beth and I smiling together, Matt and I hugging (oh, that was amazing), Jeff and I doing the Hardy Guns, and someone had even taken a picture of Shannon and I walking off…not sure who though.
Tears came pouring down my face, much like the rain suddenly, realizing how lucky I was, and how many memories I'd made today. I'd finally turned off my iPod and hung out, basically in rebel of something Shannon believed, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I had a blast. Sniffling, I turn off the camera, stick it in my hoodie pocket, and head down the stairs and into the living-room.
The room comes to an abrupt silence when I enter, I almost step back. Everyone turns to look at me – well, everyone except Shannon, who just sits there, staring at his pants. Oh come on, grow up. Matt smiles then, motioning for me to sit next to him. I do, only to feel extremely uncomfortable…no one is talking.
Another loud clasp of thunder and an even bigger shot of lightening shakes the house. Suddenly though, the lights flicker, and go off. Great, I can't see anyone at all now, I can't help but think.
"Matt, thank God you are such a candle buff," I hear Shane say, which eases the tension that had come up, and everyone laughs. Matt and he go off to find a lighter, leaving Jamie, Beth, Jeff, Shannon, and I.
"So…" Jamie says, into the darkness. "Charity, who's your favorite knockout?" I can tell there is a smirk on her lips, knowing she wants her as my answer.
"Oh, I don't know," I say, playing along. "Maybe Kong or something." I can almost hear her pout. "I'm kidding, you and Salinas."
"Good," she chirps happily, just a low dimmed candle comes on, Matt standing before us. He smiles wickedly, his face almost evil looking against the orange and red flame. "Matt, you look creepy, cut it out," Jamie says, giggling.
Jeff snorts, Beth on top of him, half asleep suddenly. I look at Shannon, who weirdly was looking at me too. We do that whole 'glance for one second, then look away thing' and I can feel my cheeks go crimson.
Shane comes in, a similar smile on his face. "Welcome to the blackout, folks."
"Oh, this should be fun," Shannon mutters, rolling his eyes. Everyone looks at him, like they'd forgotten that he was there. "What?" he asks, looking around. Jeff laughs, rolling his eyes too. Everything seems very mechanical or something…almost.
"I have an idea," Jamie says suddenly, eyes gleaming in the dark. "Let's play truth or dare, shall we?" Everyone agrees, except me, who is now quiet. Truth or dare…this would not be good, I could tell.
Yeah...I know, Truth or Dare is sort of youngish...but come on, The Hardyz playing it? It's a must. ;) Thanks for all the readings and reviews. The more you review, the faster I update, so send one my way. ;) :) Next update: 1-3 days.