--Chp13--
Jeff really wasn't paying attention when he got in the elevator. But when he got in and saw who was in there, he was definitely paying attention then. There she was, dressed in tight black pants and a Legacy shirt, which had obviously been cut and sewn together to fit her extremely small figure. To say Jeff was drooling would've been an understatement: he was salivating. He was sure he was going to start panting any moment.
"Hi Amy" he smiled. "How are you?"
"Fine" she politely smiled back. "And how are you?"
"Good thanks" he told her. "So uh where are you off to?"
"Jackass ran out of hair products so I'm bringing him some of Junior's" she laughed. "And he will not go get some more with his hair in its 'current state' you know."
"That guy is something else" he laughed. "He's one of the nicest guys around though, when he's not focusing on himself."
"I agree" she chuckled. "He never fails to make me smile."
The two rode in comfortable silence in the elevator for a few more seconds before Jeff had the courage to speak up again.
"Sooo" he stammered. "How long have you and Randy been together?"
"About six months" she sighed dreamily. "Best six months of my life I'll tell you that."
Jeff really did not want to hear about how great Randy was so he decided to change the subject. He racked his brain for a minute before he finally thought of something to talk to her about.
"So how long have you liked wrestling?" he asked her.
"Oh for about 11 years now" she beamed.
"That's cool" he radiated. "And who's your favorite wrestler?"
Amy looked at the ground and nervously shuffled her feet. Jeff immediately became curious. He had never seen her act shy before. Of course, he had only watched her from afar. Jeff patiently waited for her to answer.
"Stone Cold" she finally answered. "………..and you."
Jeff definitely wasn't prepared for that comment and was taken aback by it. He wanted to kiss her so bad, but he knew he shouldn't. She had a boyfriend and, from what he'd been told about her, she was pretty feisty. He was pretty much afraid she would beat the crap out of him. Just then, the elevator dinged.
"Nice talking to you Jeff" she smiled. "See ya later?"
"For sure" he smiled back. "Tell Chris I said hi."
"I will" she told him. "Later."
Jeff watched her until the doors closed. When they did, he leaned into the wall and sighed. That chick reminded him a LOT of his brother's ex girlfriend, Amy Dumas. Like her, the blonde Amy was way different than all of the other Divas and she definitely had her own style. Like Jeff, she was an enigma.
And he was officially in love with her.
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Amy roamed the halls in search of Chris's room, her heart still beating from talking to Jeff Hardy for exactly two minutes and forty five seconds. Not that she was counting or anything. She was relieved she was going to see her favorite Canadian pal. She knew she could talk to him about this. Relief rushed over her when she reached his door.
"Oh Y2Jackass" she singsonged as she knocked. "It's your personal savior, Blondie!"
"My pal!" Chris exclaimed as he opened the door and hugged her. "Come on in."
She came inside and he grabbed the hair products from her. "Thank you Blondie" he smiled.
"No problemo" she smiled back.
Chris intently studied her face. Something about his friend was off and he was going to find out what.
"I can tell by the look on your face you got tail" he told her. "But there's something else on your mind. Go ahead. Tell your Canadian therapist" he said as he began styling his hair.
"Jeff was in the elevator with me…and I felt lust for him. And I have an incredibly hot, gorgeous sexy boyfriend" she whined. "Jackass, what is wrong with me?"
"Well for one thing" he laughed. "You use too many adjectives to describe your boyfriend's looks."
Amy shot him a glare and he nervously laughed. "But seriously Blondie. Nothing is wrong with you as long as you don't act on your lust. Just keep it in your pants, killer!"
Amy started cracking up hysterically. Chris could always make her feel better about any situation she managed to get herself into. And this one was no exception. Amy could easily say that Chris was her most hilarious friend.
"You're awesome Y2Jackass" she beamed happily. "But if you'll excuse me, I need to go make myself pretty."
"That'll take you a while" he snickered.
"It'd take you longer" she smiled as she batted her eyelashes. He shot her a playful glare which quickly turned into a pout. "Aww Jackass" she sighed. "You know you're cute! Shut up."
"I know" he said with a cocky grin on his face. "I just wanted you to say it!"
Amy rolled her eyes and headed for the door. "See ya soon, Y2Jackass! Don't be late!" With that Amy headed back down the corridor and towards the elevator. She pushed the button and patiently waited, humming a song to herself. When the elevator arrived she got in and pressed the button. The doors were almost closed when someone stuck their arm in to stop them….
And that someone was Matt Korklan.
On the outside, Amy smiled. But on the inside, she wanted to grunt, roll her eyes, and run away screaming in terror. This guy was still clearly in love with her, even though she so very obviously had a boyfriend. She knew if she gave the word, Randy would beat the living hell out of him. But she didn't want to get Randy in trouble and she knew if Randy got his hands on Matt, he'd end up in a coma. Amy didn't want Matt to get hurt. She just didn't want him to be in love with her anymore.
Matt sighed to himself when he looked at her. She had on no makeup but she looked beautiful, even though she was wearing a stupid Legacy t-shirt. Matt never realized how much he hated Legacy...well…the leader of the group anyway.
"Hi Amy" he nervously stammered. "Um happy birthday."
"It's actually tomorrow" she corrected. "But thank you."
"Oh right" he told her. Damn he'd tried to kiss up to her and it totally backfired. He wanted to smack himself for that one, but not in front of her. "So uh where are you off to?"
"Back to my room" she informed him. "I just had to deliver some hair products to Y2Jackass."
"Oh" he smiled. "That's nice."
"Yeah it's taking me longer than I thought to get ready" she said with a cocky grin on her face. "Randy and I ended up hooking up before we got in the shower."
Matt could feel his blood boiling on the inside. Just the thought of Randy touching Amy made him want to beat the shit out of someone. He felt that deep in his heart, he and Amy belonged together. Randy was a total jackass, at least in his mind. Matt didn't tell Amy that though. He'd heard about her mean right hook and he certainly didn't want to feel that on his face anytime soon.
So he just stood there and smiled uncomfortably at her.
And on the inside, Amy was beaming. She finally found a way to get Matt to stop talking. Or so she thought.
"I'm looking forward to tonight" he stammered. "I don't go out much."
"I go out pretty much every night" she told him. "We're party animals."
"I've never been one to party" he shrugged. "I'm a lightweight."
"I can drink a fifth of Jack Daniels" she proudly beamed.
Matt was amazed by her comment. It was hard to believe that someone who only weighed one hundred and five pounds could drink so much whiskey and still be alive to tell about it. Her liver must be made out of steel and leather he thought to himself. And she could definitely out drink me any night of the week.
The elevator dinged and Amy exited the elevator.
"See ya later Korklan" she yelled over her shoulder.
"Bye Amy" he yelled back.
When the elevator doors closed, he smacked his hand into his forehead. Why did he always act so stupid around her? He never could say the right things to her! He certainly hated his life right now. He'd finally found a Diva who returned his feelings (at least for a little while) and he couldn't have her. He definitely didn't want to try and break up Amy and Randy. That would be some seriously bad karma points. Sighing to himself, he realized he'd just have to wait around for Orton to screw up.
