Disclaimer: If I seriously owned anything in this story, do you think I'd be writing it? Exactly. I own Charity Burns, her family members, and all the other OCs. Nothing else. Zip. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Notadamnthing. :) Kapeesh? :)
A/N: Okay, so, it's not the best of chapters, but it is certainly something. It really should have just gone up with the last chapter, but it's much too late for that now, so whatever. The chapters after this one, are certainly going to be exciting, and full of drama-rama concerning some much earlier mentioned character's and a couple new ones, an OC even. (Don't get the wrong idea people. XD) Now, I ramble too much, don't I? Thanks to littlerascalash and CanadianWriter23 for being awesome and helping a ton with my writer's block with all their niceness. :) And check out littlerascalash's stories. I'm more likely to post more, if she posts more, because her writing makes me happy. SO GET ON HER STORIES NOWWW. :) Kidding, but do check them out...and she will now say aww when she reads this, ha. NOW, enjoy. ;)
"WAKE UP!" Something yells. Suddenly, the entire area is back in the bedroom, and Jeff is standing before me at the foot of my bed. "You were whimpering and mumbling things about falling and jumping. I don't believe you're me, so I don't think jumping is anything you need to be worrying about," Jeff jokes. "Anyway," he continues, when I don't laugh. My mind is now on the dream: what did it mean? "It's time to get up and get ready, let's go!"
"Okay, in a second," I reply, and he nods, leaving me alone. "What was that supposed to mean?" I ask no one in particular.
The question in itself is a great one, since my confusion is rising by the moment and I can't even think straight. Not many questions can do that to me, as weird as it sounds. Damn.
Back to reality though, I decide to do what Jeff said to: get ready. Hopping into the shower, I quickly rinse my body and hair, then hop out and settle for jeans and a t-shirt. If I need to, I'll bring my Hardyz sweatshirt along. Downstairs though, I can hear Matt, Jeff, and Beth taking, a slight excitement in their voices. Why isn't Shannon here though? He's usually bright and early to annoy us all. Something must have majorly gone down between Matt, Jeff, and him. I'm not sure I even want to know.
"Charity, get your ass down here!" Jeff yells, his tone full of goofiness. I can hear Beth scold him for something, but the words aren't very clear. I smile though, since they're always happy together, so it seems. It really does seem like they love each other, and only each other, how many people are able to say that?
"Coming!" I reply, grab my bag, and sweatshirt, and head down for my last day with the Hardy group.
They have me seated in the backseat of Matt's car, not a word coming from any three of them. It'd be nice to know where we're going, but of course, still according to Matt, 'its top secret.' Screw secrets, TELL ME DAMNIT. Matt just chuckles when I actually scream this out, and Beth pats me on the thigh, with a smile. They're truly enjoying this, every little bit of my torture. Who knew those Hardy folks could be so damn evil. They're evil I tell you!
And I quite frankly sound insane, but that's alright.
"One of you meatheads better tell me where I am going with you," I grumble.
"Oh, the big, bad Charity called us meatheads," Jeff taunts me back, sticking out his tongue like a child. Oh gosh, when the hell did we turn into children, really? I smirk, and flick his hair, then cross my arms with a directly pissed smile on my face. Let's not stoop too far onto his level, Charity, I remind myself, and look around. If I knew the area better, I'd be able to know where we are and the 'where the hell are we going' thing would not be a problem.
"Watch it, buster," I finally mumble in response.
Matt's actually slowing down…this quite frankly scares me. Until I see the sign, and the building, and know exactly where I am going. In big red letters, about five-hundred feet in the air, is the following sign:
'Come see the WWE superstars tonight, in Raleigh, North Carolina! Show starts at 7:30.'
Well, it says other things too, but I'm much too excited to care. "You're taking me to the show for tonight? Oh my God, Matt! Jeff! Beth!" I squeal, so loudly, Matt nearly stops short at a light. "YOU GUYS!" I say in that mushy way, which always leads to a big group hug in movies.
Matt just smiles at me, clearly proud of himself, while Jeff and Beth just grin at each other, in that way when you're in love, no words are needed to be spoken.
"Tell her the rest, Matt," Beth says softly, eyes gleaming.
Matt beams at Beth and me, quickly looking at both of us. Holy shit, there is more? Excuse me for one second while I have a fan-girl moment: OH MY GOD. THE HARDYZ ARE THE BEST BROTHERS ON THIS EARTH.
Okay, sorry, done. "Well, see, you're technically not going to be at the show. I've talked to Vince McMahon, and was able to get you in backstage, not only passes, but you'll be able to see how everything works, and if all goes right, you may even appear out stage during one of matches of the night." Matt continues to smile, as my eyes fill with tears, and I can't control myself any longer. I'm sobbing, basically at this point, ruining the make-up at this point, totally and completely awe-struck. "And," he continues. "Since Smackdown and ECW are being taped on Sunday this week, you'll be on TV most likely too."
I don't even care to ask why the date of Smackdown/ECW tapings has been changed for one week temporarily, I can't even think. Before I do completely, no going back lose it, I manage out two words: "Thank you."
Thank you all for all the reviews and help during my icky writing period. Y'all are so awesome. I'm gonna try for updating on Monday, but if not, Tuesday, because, Monday is busy for me, and plus, RAW is on, and I don't miss RAW unless I have to, haa. :) Read and review, and update I shall. ;)