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No Words
Amy, angrily holding her hands to her face, raced back behind the curtain. *I'm gonna kill him, that is if I ever speak to him again!* She slammed her dressing room door, grabbed an ice pack out of the tiny freezer, and put it to her swollen nose. *I've had it, it's not worth it anymore. He's not worth it anymore. She leaned forward, hot tears slowly coming down her face, *Why did he start checking out other women, what's wrong with me? Is it something I did?* She threw the ice pack down on the floor, *Darn you Matt Hardy - for making me care so much!* Amy turned on the shower nozzle. Shedding her clothes she stepped into the inviting stream of steaming water.
Frantically, Matt burst into the locker room, asking, "Has anyone seen Amy?"
"Last I saw Amy, she was running towards her dressing room, but if I were you, I'd stay out of her way. That woman has murder on her mind," Ron Simmons (Farooq) advised.
Matt frowned, *I almost don't blame her,* he thought ashamedly. "Thanks Ron," Matt said, as he dashed out into the hallway.
Matt nearly jumped a mile, as a hand touched him on the shoulder. "I saw what happened out there, you guys going to be okay?" Jeff asked soberly.
"I hope so," Matt said somberly, "I sure hope so."
Amy stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. *At least I feel cleaner, on the outside anyway,* Amy thought bitterly.
A knock pounded on her door, "Go away, I don't want to speak to you!" Amy yelled.
"Please Amy, I need to talk to you."
"There is nothing left to be said, actions speak louder than words you know!" Amy shot back, her voice breaking, no longer able to mask the pain in her voice.
"Amy please, if you'll just let me explain," Matt pleaded.
"Alright," Matt said sadly, his voice fading away.
Amy could almost hear her heart shattering in the deathly silence, "It's over." The sound of splintering wood, made Amy's head shoot up in astonishment. Before she had a chance to react, Matt stepped across the threshold, grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed his lips to hers. Squirming out of his grasp, Amy slapped him.
"How dare you!" she hissed.
Matt looked at her sorrowfully, "I don't want to lose you."
"Too late, you blew it buddy!" Amy spat venomously.
"Do you love me?" Matt asked simply.
Amy looked at him, uncertainty filling her eyes. "Tell me how I see you?" Matt requested softly.
"You love me for me, not for my body or my chest, but simply for being me. Down-to-earth, willing to try anything, true-blue- stick-like-glue-right-beside-you-friend," Amy replied with a slight smile.
"And more," Matt said, tucking a strand of burnished hair behind her ear. Looking down at her, Matt framed her face with his hands. "You know I'm a bumbling idiot sometimes. I took you for granted, and I was wrong for so blatantly checking out Stacy. Forgive me."
She put her hand to his lips, "No words." Running his fingers through her hair, he cradled her face and head in his own larger hands, his lips descending upon hers in a passionate kiss. Amy reached her own slender fingers up and combed them through his thick hair, inadvertently pulling out his ponytail.
Jeff peeked his head in the now open doorway, "I knew they would make it," he said with a smile.
If you would like to use my story please ask first, thanks.
No Words
Amy, angrily holding her hands to her face, raced back behind the curtain. *I'm gonna kill him, that is if I ever speak to him again!* She slammed her dressing room door, grabbed an ice pack out of the tiny freezer, and put it to her swollen nose. *I've had it, it's not worth it anymore. He's not worth it anymore. She leaned forward, hot tears slowly coming down her face, *Why did he start checking out other women, what's wrong with me? Is it something I did?* She threw the ice pack down on the floor, *Darn you Matt Hardy - for making me care so much!* Amy turned on the shower nozzle. Shedding her clothes she stepped into the inviting stream of steaming water.
Frantically, Matt burst into the locker room, asking, "Has anyone seen Amy?"
"Last I saw Amy, she was running towards her dressing room, but if I were you, I'd stay out of her way. That woman has murder on her mind," Ron Simmons (Farooq) advised.
Matt frowned, *I almost don't blame her,* he thought ashamedly. "Thanks Ron," Matt said, as he dashed out into the hallway.
Matt nearly jumped a mile, as a hand touched him on the shoulder. "I saw what happened out there, you guys going to be okay?" Jeff asked soberly.
"I hope so," Matt said somberly, "I sure hope so."
Amy stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. *At least I feel cleaner, on the outside anyway,* Amy thought bitterly.
A knock pounded on her door, "Go away, I don't want to speak to you!" Amy yelled.
"Please Amy, I need to talk to you."
"There is nothing left to be said, actions speak louder than words you know!" Amy shot back, her voice breaking, no longer able to mask the pain in her voice.
"Amy please, if you'll just let me explain," Matt pleaded.
"Alright," Matt said sadly, his voice fading away.
Amy could almost hear her heart shattering in the deathly silence, "It's over." The sound of splintering wood, made Amy's head shoot up in astonishment. Before she had a chance to react, Matt stepped across the threshold, grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed his lips to hers. Squirming out of his grasp, Amy slapped him.
"How dare you!" she hissed.
Matt looked at her sorrowfully, "I don't want to lose you."
"Too late, you blew it buddy!" Amy spat venomously.
"Do you love me?" Matt asked simply.
Amy looked at him, uncertainty filling her eyes. "Tell me how I see you?" Matt requested softly.
"You love me for me, not for my body or my chest, but simply for being me. Down-to-earth, willing to try anything, true-blue- stick-like-glue-right-beside-you-friend," Amy replied with a slight smile.
"And more," Matt said, tucking a strand of burnished hair behind her ear. Looking down at her, Matt framed her face with his hands. "You know I'm a bumbling idiot sometimes. I took you for granted, and I was wrong for so blatantly checking out Stacy. Forgive me."
She put her hand to his lips, "No words." Running his fingers through her hair, he cradled her face and head in his own larger hands, his lips descending upon hers in a passionate kiss. Amy reached her own slender fingers up and combed them through his thick hair, inadvertently pulling out his ponytail.
Jeff peeked his head in the now open doorway, "I knew they would make it," he said with a smile.