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? :) I don't own 'Kyle' who is mentioned later on in this chapter... he's a real person, and a friend of mine, who too was mentioned in the earlier chapters. Evita is an OC, though. :)
A/N: Hiyaa! :) So, this chapter is starting a whole new section to the story, if you know what I mean. This really sets the stage for the climax of the book, which will be in about five or so chapters, if everything works out the way I want it too. Now, I didn't check over my grammar and spelling too well with this, so I apologize for my crappiness. :D Check out littlerascalash's stories, she loves reviews, and if she's happy, that makes me happy, and therefore, I update quicker! :) So check them out, peeps. :) Now, enjoy this chapter. :D
Matt smiles, taking my hand and cupping it around his larger ones. "No need for thank you, sugar. You deserve this; it's been a rough week." I really wish he didn't just say that. I really, really wish he hadn't just said that. You know why? It reminds me of Penn, who I'd managed to push out of my head for a few days just to stay semi-sane.
I think Beth realizes what Matt did first. She hugs me, rubbing my back in a circular motion. "Its okay, Charity; he'd want you to be having fun right now. Try to think that and how mad he'd be if you allowed this to ruin your day." Though her words are true, I can't help but feel pity tears fall from my eyes and soak round spots into my jeans.
"She's right, ya know," Jeff states too, smirking a little. "C'mon. Hop out of the car and let's go meet you some WWE superstars."
I follow them, Penn floating heavily in my mind, his face gently scolding me for even thinking about him. How do you not though? I know the pain isn't gone; it's simply on stand-by, just so I can enjoy my time with the boys, and Beth. I know as soon as I'm home, and start planning the funeral with my parents…God; it's going to be horrible.
"Charity." Matt comes up beside me, swings his arm around my shoulder and smiles. "You're doing great, kiddo. I know it's hard, but try to keep Penn from your thoughts today, okay? He'd want you chasing after the divas for him, I bet." I giggle at this, and shake my head.
"Penn wasn't like that."
"Oh, oh well. But hey, stay strong. You've proven yourself a trooper already, sugar, and I believe in you. Sh-We wouldn't have picked you if we didn't think you'd be a great person to be around, babydoll." I continue smiling at Matt, especially when he calls me babydoll, can you say swoon? Matt Hardy calling you babydoll is something every girl wants to hear.
We walk into the building, or the arena, the AC hitting all of us full blast. I shiver slightly, is it really needed that high? Around us, people are already buzzing about the show that night, even though it's only four or so in the afternoon. I see no sign of superstars whatsoever but there are a lot of men in WWE uniforms preparing it seems. Matt and Jeff wave to a few of them, polite smiles on their faces.
"I'm going to take it you've never been backstage like this before," Matt says to me when he sees how glossy and excited my eyes are. I shake my head, looking down a darker hallway with interest. "You're really, really going to love this then."
I nod to this, knowing I am. How could you not? I'd grown up on wrestling, and this was a dream I'd never imagined possible. I'd only seen two WWE shows in my life, and it was so long ago, I couldn't even remember half of what happened, honestly. So this was really going to spark some memories.
Even more so, I was glad I have my camera and extra batteries on me. I surely will be taking a ton of photos and such.
"Matt, Jeff, Beth, hey!" Someone screams out, the words coming out almost like one. I recognized the voice instantly, and wait to see the person appear beside us. John Morrison was certainly a swoon worthy man. "Charity! I didn't know you were still hanging with the boys!" John swings his arm around me, a broad smile on his face. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
Uh yeah, and even more so now.
Okay, no, I didn't say that. "I am," I whisper.
"We're taking her around backstage today," Beth explains quickly, a smile on her face as she looks at me and winks. "I'm sure you've heard by now though."
"I've heard some stuff," John agrees, and turns his attention back to me. "So, am I a good dancer?" I know what he wants me to say, and I know he's sort of being a flirt, but it still makes me turn a red shade and shake. "I surely had fun with you."
"I did too." Smile, Charity, smile damn it! I smile at him finally and sort of set a grin in.
"Good, I'm glad. You're a pretty good yourself, not to mention, a pretty little thing." Its like he's trying to embarrass me! Really, how do you say that to a fan and not expect them to want to faint on the spot? Of course, there are girls who can easily joke around like that, but I'm definitely not one of them.
I look at Matt, who has his eyes set on John, a little narrowed. What's his problem?
"Thank you," I say, with a little of a giggle. "Gosh, I'm embarrassed."
John laughs and puts his arm around my other side. "No need to be embarrassed, sweetie."
"That's enough!" Matt snaps suddenly, and pulls John away. Beth and Jeff glance in his direction, but don't say a word. Me, on the other hand, am a little more confused than amused. What was that about? Was Matt mad that he was flirting with me? Maybe he thought it was wrong or something… but still, that was kind of rude, don't you think?
-Matt's POV-
"Man, what the hell was that?" I scream, once John and I are inside an empty locker-room. I slam him into the wall. He responds with wide eyes, and then laughs nervously. "She's a baby; you can't just flirt with her like that! Its not like the other night when you were blown over… she could take it seriously now!"
John just laughs at me this time, and gently pushes my arm off him. "Matt, chill. I was just playing with her… don't get your panties in a bunch. She obviously wasn't taking me seriously."
Yeah, yet.
If Shannon was able to turn her world upside down in two days, what could John do?
"How do you know that, John? You don't know her at all!" I state back defensively, and cross my arms. "She's fragile, man. Her brother just died, and she's in… other shit too."
John this time smirks at me, and crosses his arms too. "You know what I think, buddy?" Though he tries to look bad and tough, I know he's just trying to get under my skin. Though John and I are good friends, we do butt heads sometimes.
"What?" Glaring can be fun.
"You're jealous that I was flirting with her and she was enjoying it, weren't you?" John laughs again, and rolls his eyes. "Man, Alvin was right when he said that you like her! You do. You're like the jolly green giant right now, man!"
I am not jealous of John. No, I am certainly not. No. No. No. I don't even like Charity that much, at all. It doesn't help she has that natural beauty and she reminds me of Amy with the way she cares. But I don't like her that much, why does everyone pick up on this silly crush so easily? "I don't like Charity." What a lie.
Because you know what? I am jealous. I'm fuckin' rippin' jealous. Why is it so easy for her to flirt with him, but not with me? 'Course, he was actually flirting with Charity, something I'd yet to do. I can't help that I don't remember this shit… it's been a long time since the flirting days. With Amy… we didn't flirt much, she was just like my best friend and Ashley? Honestly, she wasn't too much of relationship… so that kind of explains why I can't find myself flirting with Charity.
Oh, and you know, Shannon's dumb ass is in love with her. Yeah… I sort of forgot about that for a second. He should be here tonight, too, come to think of it. Maybe he'll tell her, and she'll hate him, and come to me? … Why am I even thinking that? Of course that's not going to happen. If Shannon does tell her, she's going to be heartbroken all over again.
Come to think of it… if he tells her tonight, I'll kill him. He'll ruin the night for her. I want her to have a blast… she leaves tomorrow. He can't ruin it… oh fuck, where is that asshole?
"Matt. Earth to Matt!" John yells, shaking me. "Oh, yeah, you've got it so bad." Damn the fool is right. Why did I bother even trying to lie?
Before I can even protest though, John walks out, leaving me in the empty locker-room, alone with my thoughts, and apparently, my obsession.
-Charity's POV-
"Is Matt coming back?" I ask, once we see John leave the room they'd entered and Matt doesn't come out behind him. Cocking my head to one side, I wonder what just went on in there. Over the walls you could hear some faint yells from them, but nothing gave us much more of a clue.
"Nah, knowing Matt, not right now," Jeff states, looking in the same direction I am. "He's just some… shit to work out."
-Third Person POV-
John Morrison heads down the walls of the arena, looking for Alvin Burke, a.k.a. MVP, to tell him what he'd just heard from Matt, which clearly confirmed their suspicions of Matt Hardy liking his contest winner. It was so obvious to his friends, but they tired to keep it on the down-low.
"Hey, Alvin, man!" John yells, seeing just the man he is looking for. "Guess what just happened with Matt?" Alvin prompts him to continue, and he quickly explains the past ten minutes by summarizing.
"I told you he's head over heels," Alvin states, shrugging. "But no one listens to me."
John laughs. "Well, sorry! I just can't believe Matt really seems to like this girl… after what happened with Amy and all. Then again, I don't know everything with that story, either… so… I dunno."
Alvin shrugs again. "Yeah… whatever. But he's like a school girl! All gaga, it's so obvious, man. Who knew Matt would be like that. Next thing you know, he'll be cupid or something."
The two men laugh at the corniness that has surfaced, completely unaware of the persons hiding behind the showers in the locker-room. There stood Edge, Zach Ryder, newbie Kyle, and newbie diva, and Kyle's girlfriend, Evita, listening in on everything the men were saying.
"Whoa…Matt likes that girl I saw walking in… girls got a nice rack," Kyle states in a whisper, which receives a slap on the back of his head, from Evita.
She, Evita, was like the new Melina, only a little more hardcore. Evita had trained over in Japan, doing many original ECW type matches, and was a beast in the ring. Of course, her boyfriend tended to have a wandering eye, which pissed her off frequently.
"Good," Adam Copeland whispers back, still listening in on the conversation. "I need a new toy." With that, he laughs along with Kyle, and Evita, while Zach Ryder is still silent.
Adam and Kyle slap hands, eyes gleaming in that evil way. "I have a plan," Adam whispers quickly, turning to his pals. "C'mon, we have work to do before the show."
I'm sorry, but I really don't like Edge. I respect his talent in the ring, but I do not like Edge otherwise at all. I can't get over completely what happened between Matt, Lita, and him. Sorry, but he's officially bad news for this story. :p Kyle and Evita are semi-fictional, and remember, this is taking place around June 08 or so, so... well yeah. lol. Read and review, peeps, and update I shall! :)