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The Guidelines of Sex & Friendship	By : delicatektheory Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WWE current or former talent. I do not own any of the lyrics featured later on. I am not making money from writing this. All I own is Lil, Jas, and Jenn.

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Once again, I found myself traveling with Matt. He wouldn’t allow me to hand over my disability check to pay for his beloved television that now rests in pieces in the backyard.
“I don’t want your money,” he had said, “but I do expect you to travel with me. We can just consider that your payment.”
No, I considered it a fail-safe. I wouldn’t have the opportunity to move out if tagged along with him, and he knew it.
“How long will I be subjected to these little road trips?” I whined as I followed Matt into his locker room. We had just arrived in Salt Lake City, and I already wanted to take a flight back home.
Matt looked at me for a second and then he set his duffle bags on a bench. “For as long as I say,” he replied. “When I feel like your debt is paid, I’ll leave you at home.”
“Well, couldn’t I pay my debt at home?” I pleaded.
He turned to look at me, rolling his eyes. “No, Lil.”
I growled, which sounded more like a shrill. “I can’t believe you’re passing up oral! I very seldom offer to give you head. You should take advantage of it!”
“The last time I did that, you nearly lost your eye,” he reminded.
“But we’re locking the doors now,” I persisted.
“Why are you being so difficult about this?”
Answer: I was pregnant and needed to be back in time for my first official ultrasound in a couple weeks.
“Because I despise traveling,” I replied, avoiding his curious stare. “And two, nothing good ever comes out of it.   Do you remember the first time I traveled with you? Not only was our flight delayed, but you lost your luggage. The second time, Jenn and I got into it. This third time…I can only imagine. I’m just bad luck for you, Matt.”
“You’re not bad luck, Lil,” he laughed. “Those are just coincidences and don’t mean anything. You’re staying, little missy, and that’s final. No more arguing.”
“Fine,” I pouted, “but I get some things out of this deal, then.”
“Christ,” he grumbled, looking at me in apprehension. “Do I even want to know?”
“First,” I began, sitting down in a chair. “Seeing as I can’t communicate with the outside world at the moment, you’re going to hand over your personal phone for the remainder of my time with you.”
He looked at me a moment and then shrugged. “Fair enough,” he said and turned back to one of his duffle bags. He unzipped the side compartment, took out his personal cell phone, and tossed it to me.
“No calls to China.”
“Agreed,” I nodded formally. “Second, I get a boob massage at any time upon request.”
He looked at me, his brow furrowed. “Do what?” he asked, chuckling.
“You have great hands,” I explained, “Perfect for a boob massage.”
“Okay, but what kind of stipulation is that?”
“A logical one, since my boobs are killing me,” I replied, not realizing that I might have to give another explanation as to why they were killing me.
“I’m not sure how to respond to that one.”
“Just say ‘Okay, Lil.’”
“Okay, Lil…Anything else?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“I would like a boob massage now, please,” I grinned.
At this point, Matt had the right to question my sanity, and for a moment, it looked like he was. He stared at me, his head cocked to one side, and his arms folded across his chest.
"All right then," he shrugged as he strolled across the room. He squatted in front of me and ran both hands up my thighs, across my hips, and over my stomach, which caused me to stiffen.
"Oooh," I forced a giggle to distract myself from my uncomfortable thoughts. "Am I getting a complementary full-body massage, Mr. Hardy?"
"I'm trying a little finesse," he replied, continuing his slow exploration of my midsection. "I'm not used to groping you while your clothes are still on."
I laughed, tensely. "I suppose that's true. If it makes this less awkward, I can just take them off." I shifted in my seat and pulled at the hem of my shirt.
He clasped his hands around mine. "No." He shook his head. "Not today."
"Very well," I shrugged, gently pulling my hands away from his and letting them fall to my sides.
Matt had finally reached the throbbing mounds, formally known as my breast, and was about to administer my massage. I had closed my eyes and tilted my head back in anticipation.
"Of course," I grumbled as the locker room door opened.
Jeff stopped in his tracks, causing Jenn to smack into his back. "We can come back in ten," he said as he tried to usher Jenn back out the door.
Matt quickly dropped his hands and stood up.
"No, no," he said as he turned to face his brother. "You can come in."
If glares could cause a person to burst into flames, then I should have been on fire. And Jenn, well, it looked like she would just sit there and enjoy watching me burn. She stared at me, deadpanned.
She spoke to Jeff under her breath, but I could still hear her. "Sure, leading him on is just fine, but telling him the truth, is unheard of."
"Ixnay on the egnantpray," I heard him mutter as they entered the room.
"Don't tell me you're taking her side," she hissed in a not-so-discrete matter.
"I'm not taking anyone's side here, honey. I'm an unwilling fourth party in this little dilemma."
"Little," she scoffed. "There's nothing 'little' about this."
Matt was watching as his brother and future sister-in-law bickered back and forth. It was unnatural to see those two argue, even though they were trying to do so quietly. I could see that this was sending Matt two dozen red flags.
"Are you two okay?" he asked, but it sounded more like he was demanding to know what was going on between them.
"We're fine," Jenn snapped as her eyes fixed on me.
"Hi, Lil," Jeff smiled slightly.
I gave him a partial wave as I shuffled under Jenn's stare. She crossed to the opposite side of the room and sat down in a chair. This left Jeff and Matt standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Things were silent. I couldn't even hear Jenn breathing.
"Are you two going to speak?" Matt asked, eyeing both of us.
"Hey..."
"Hey..."
Jeff scowled. "That's it?"
"That's it," Jenn nodded. She then looked at me. "Unless she has something she'd like to get off her chest."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shove it up your twat, Jenn," I spat. "I'm in the frickin' room, so you don't have to refer to me like I'm dead or something."
I knew my words had speared her through her stomach, but she didn't show the slightest bit of defeat. "Oh, real classy, Lil," she jeered. "Top-notch act, I tell ya. You should really win an Oscar for your performance. Your interpretation of a scared little girl is the best one I have ever seen." She sneered, sarcastically applauding me. "Bravo!"
"I was going for more of a melodramatic, whiny bitch—” Once again, I had broken my no-cursing rule— “, but then I realized that I can't even come close to your interpretation."
"It's a thing called hormones, but I'm sure you know where I'm coming from."
"Jennifer Alexis Taylor, that's enough!" Jeff shouted, causing all three of us (Matt included) to jump. "Will both of you just apologize already and shut the fuck up!?" He turned to Jenn and tried to calmly speak to her. "Honey, you were in the wrong when you brought up Kurt." He then turned to me, "And, Lil, just now, you were completely in the wrong...Girls, all this name-calling business is not necessary."
"Yes, completely uncalled for," Matt second.
"Whatever you say, Dad," we said unison, glaring at our respective...sperm donors.
We both looked at each other and laughed at our mind-reading moment.
"There," Matt grinned, "Much better."
Jenn quickly snarled. "I'm still not talking to her."
"Like I give a flying fuck," I retorted, wincing at my choice of words.
Matt and Jeff sighed, simultaneously.
"Look, you two," Matt began, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Jeff and I are working. And at work, we see a lot of each other and spend a lot of time together. And since you're both along for the ride, the same thing will apply to you. You might not like it, but that's how it is....So, just apologize and move forward."
Both brothers folded their arms across their chests, waiting.
"I'm sorry that I think you're a melodramatic, whiny bitch," I mumbled to Jenn.
"Lily," Matt scowled.
"What?"
"Say it like you mean it."
"Fine," I let out an exasperated sigh. "Jenn, I'm really, really sorry that I think you're a melodramatic, whiny bitch."
Matt looked at his brother, shaking his head. "I guess that's close enough."
"Jenn," Jeff proceeded. "Would you like to say something?"
"Nope," she replied in a very nonchalant way. "I think I'll leave it all up to her."
"Oh, for the love of Little Richard, Jenn!" I shrilled.
Instead of acting like civilized mothers-to-be, we were acting like a couple of children. Matt and Jeff were just about ready to sit us in our respective corners and have us face the wall.
"Jennifer, I said enough," Jeff frowned, his eyes begging her to drop the indirect discussion about my hidden pregnancy. "Now, Lil did say she was sorry...Well, implied that she was sorry, anyway."
"I am sorry," I insisted, throwing my hands into the air as I admitted defeat. "For whatever she wants me to apologize for, I will...I'm freaking sorry, okay? Sorry, sorry, sorry!" I glared at Matt and Jeff. "Now, will you two premenstrual chicks give it a rest?!"
Jenn looked skeptical, but nodded in agreement. "Fine," she sighed. "If that's the case, I apologize for bringing up your father."
"You're forgiven, I guess."
Silence again, accompanied by pointless staring.
"Baby," Jenn glanced over at Jeff. "Why don't you and Matt go and get my purse out of the car?"
"Did you even bring your purse?"
"I don't know, go find out."
He exchanged a confused look with Matt.
"She wants to talk to me privately, you nincompoops," I barked, rolling my eyes, "so go find something productive to do for at least thirty minutes."
As soon as the door closed, Jenn began a useless monologue. I don't even think she realized that I had stopped fully paying attention to her the moment she started lecturing me.
"Have you even bothered to think this through? Do you know how hard this will be on me when you go? And, if you're just going to end up leaving Matt, why are you even bothering to lead him on? If you keep on pretending like everything is fine, then up and leave, it'll be that much harder on him. You need to just cut him to the quick now and be done with it. How are you even able to look at him, Lil..."
I held up my hand. "Stop, Jenn, just stop."
"What?"
"First, I'm not leaving. Second, you need to breathe in between questions."
"This isn't funny...And what do you mean you're not leaving?"
I laughed. "It means I'm staying put."
"But the other day you said..."
"I was thinking about it," I reminded her, "but I just can't do it...God help me, I care about the man, which is why I can't tell him he's going to be a daddy, either. Oh, what a wild web of lies I'm weaving."
"You have to tell him, Lil. I mean, you can only keep this from him for so many months."
"I know that. I'm going to come up with something," I reassured her, "some way to tell him the truth, but also soften the blow."
"Well, you're time is limited."
"Yes, thank you for reminding me."
She was quite for a moment. "Are we good now?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "but you're paying for Matt's television."
"You can have ours," she replied, laughing. "Jeff's been eyeing the one at Best Buy, anyway."
We sat in a comfortable silence this time.
"Should we go find them?" I asked.
"Yes," she nodded, standing up. "I need to apologize to Jeff."
I slowly stood up, shoved Matt's cell phone into my pocket, and started following Jenn toward the door.
I heard Jenn grumble something intelligible as she opened the door.
"What is it?" I asked, trying to look around her.
"More like who," she groaned.
I stepped around her to see who she was referring to.
There he was—the Greek God, Adonis. I had seen this statuesque specimen of perfection several times in passing, but we had never been introduced. He had a friend—who I noticed held a strong resemblance to that amnesiac fish from Finding Nemo—standing to his right, but my focus remained on him.
"Hi," he greeted in a very sultry voice, which seemed to match his appearance.
I melted. My knees went weak, and I found myself pitching forward.
"Easy there, pretty lady," Adonis chuckled, his hands on my shoulders as he steadied me.
"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly into his sunglasses.
He smiled in return. "No problem...I don't believe we've met. I'm John."
"Lil," I managed to squeak, very much aware that he was still touching me.
"Can we go now, please?" Jenn complained, breaking through my haze. "I'd like to find my fiancée before he has to go out...and I need my phone."
John cut his eyes in her direction. "You never quit bossing people around do you?" he laughed. "Let me guess, she—" he gestured to me for a second—"has to come hold your hand, too?" He nodded to his friend, motioning for him to step aside. "In that case, I guess you little kiddies should run along, then." He released his hold on me and made a path for me to get through.
That remark was all it took for me to snap out of it.
"Who the fu—heck are you calling a kid, Hollywood?" I spat, glaring at him. I was almost tempted to flash him and ask if he had ever seen a child with a set of knockers like mine, but I didn't.
"Don't waste your breath," Jenn said, grabbing my arm. "Let's go find the boys."
"You should probably hold her a little tighter than that," John was talking to her, but looking at me. "It looks like the kid's going to faint any second."
"Me, faint over you," I scoffed. "Please, I've been more turned on by my vibrator."
Both Jenn and John's friend howled with laughter.
"See ya around, Hollywood," I smirked, walking ahead of Jenn. After a few minutes, she started following me.
"Dude, I fuckin' love you," she said, putting an arm around me.
I smiled. "It was kind of fun to shatter his ego."
"You didn't just shatter it," she laughed. "You put his balls in a vice grip and castrated him."
"Oh, now that's a nice image to have," I giggled.
"Your phone was going off back there, by the way," she said.
I nodded as I stopped and reached inside my pocket. "That's probably why I came up with the vibrator crack."
It was a text-message:

Shannon: Matt, I've been trying to call Lil for the                    past two days. Is everything okay? Please,              get back to me ASAP!

I chuckled, texting a response:

I'm fine, Shan. XOXO, Lil.

"...I don't like fighting with him, Lil," Jenn was telling me, completely unaware that I was inadvertently tuning her out.
I jerked my head up as I put the phone back in my pocket. "With who?"
"Santa Claus," she frowned as we continued walking. "Who do you think? Jeff. That's twice in two days that we got into it. I don't like it."
I shrugged. "So...All that will lead to is great make-up sex. Trust me, I know."
She started to ramble on about how great her sex-life was for minute or two, but then switched the topic back to Jeff's little outburst in the locker room. "When we fight," she explained, tearing up. "I'm usually the one yelling. He never fights back, but he did today. That's not like him. I don't know what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong. Our tantrum probably just stressed him out," I said, "That and the fact that he is in the middle of my mess whether he chooses to accept that or not."
"I need to find him and tell him I'm sorry," she sighed, looking at me with watery eyes. "Can I use your phone?"
"Sure," I nodded, stopping and reaching into my pocket again.
She eyed it. "This is Matt's."
I shrugged. "Yeah, well, the T.V. wasn't the only thing I broke."
While Jenn called Jeff, I found a random seat in the hallway and sat down. I closed my leaned my head back against the wall as a wave of nausea hit. Between the sore breasts, random insults from strangers, and nausea spell, I could have really used Matt's full-body massage. This kind of tension couldn't be good for my embryo.
I jumped as Jenn nudged me. Jeff must have still been upset with her...us. Their phone conversations usually lasted longer than two minutes.
"Let's go back to the locker room," she said, sighing heavily.
My knees were wobbling as I stood up.
"Not again," I cried as I started inches closer to floor. I gripped the handles of my crutches as tightly as I could and prayed my balance would return.
Jenn quickly grabbed onto me and helped me back into the chair.
"Are you okay?"
Flashbacks of my near fatal bathroom incident swept over me. I shuddered, wrapping my arms around my midsection the way I did before.
"No, I almost did it again," I replied, choking back the hysteria that was rising in my throat. "I'm going to kill this thing before it's over."
Matt and Jeff rounded the corner just then. Jeff was looking at the floor, not really paying much attention to where he was waling. He smacked right into Jenn.
"Oh, s-so sorry, Jenn."
I sighed at the sound of Matt whispering my name and bolting around the two love birds.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his tone thick with concern. "What's wrong? Can I get you something?"
I looked up at him as he crouched down in front of me. "I'm fine," I forced a smile. "I just overdid it again."
"I told you we should've brought your wheelchair," he frowned.
"And I told you to leave me at home with my wheelchair," I teased, "but you can't have your cake and eat it, too, now can you?"
He laughed, kissing my clammy forehead. "You're a real pain in the ass, kid."
I groaned, rolling my eyes.
"What?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
"Nothing." I replied, quickly.
He eyed me for a second, but then let whatever thought he had go.
Jenn wanted me to go with her to get her purse, but Matt put his foot down. I wasn't planning on going, anyway. I figured she and Jeff could use the alone time.
Matt carried me back to the locker room, and like usual, he caved...
The sex was short, sweet, and now we were both butt-naked on a dirty locker room floor. Initially, I wasn't looking for sex, but it seemed like every time we touched these days, we had to have one another. Meanwhile, during our hot little interludes, I'm convincing myself that I'm going to tell him about our baby afterwards, because I hate to feel that pang of guilt in the pit of my stomach every time we were this close.
"So," he grinned, stroking my hair, "was that incentive enough for you to want to be on the road for a while?"
I laughed slightly. "Possibly."
"Good," he said, kissing the top of my head as he slowly slid his arm out from under my neck. "We'd better get dressed before Jeff and Jenn get back."
He stood up, reaching for his pants and underwear that had been thrown onto the bench. He quickly slid them on, leaving his pants unbuttoned as he stood up.
"Need my help?" he asked, watching as I struggled to get my garments on.
"No," I replied, gathering my blouse in my hand. "Hey, where's my bra?"
He shrugged, looking around the room. "We'll find it in a minute," he said, running a hand through his tangled hair. "Right now, I need to go make it look like I didn't just have sex on company time."
I laughed, nodding.
He scampered off to the bathroom while I finished dressing. I hoisted myself onto the bench and started scrounging around in Matt's duffle bag for an extra hairbrush.             I was in the midst of brushing my hair when my temporary phone started vibrating again. I reached in my pocket and pulled it out. It was another message from Shannon.
We started to text-message back and forth:

Shannon: LIL! Don't fuckin' scare me like that. I've              been out of my mind these past couple of                  days. When you didn't call me back...Wait,                 why are you on Matt's phone?

Matt:     My phone was...destroyed in the Battle of
the Expensive T.V. Sets. Sorry. What's
wrong?

Shannon: Where should I start? Do you want the bad                news...or the even worse news?

Matt:     Oh, this sounds promising.

Shannon: Well, first, I think Julie and me are                     finished for good this time. (You'd consider              that good news, I'm sure).

Matt:     What! Why?

Shannon: I figured you hadn't told Matt about the                  whole pregnancy thing, and judging by the                 fact that you're with him right now, I'd say              I'm right, so I assumed that I'm the one                  that will be taking you to your first                    appointment. Well, I wrote it down on my                 calendar so I wouldn't forget. Jules was                 snooping through my shit and found it.

Matt:     Oh, no...

Shannon: Uh, 'oh, no' is an understatement. She                   thinks I'm the father! That's why I've been              calling you. I was afraid she'd tell Matt,                   just to spite us both.

I gasped, dropping the phone to the floor.
Since Julie became aware of the fact that Shannon and I have a pretty close-knit relationship, she's been hell-bent on ruining my life, and I had just provided her with an easier way to essentially murder me. If Matt was convinced that Shannon had fathered this baby, he would feel betrayed by both of us. And knowing him, he would handle it the way he had the Amy/Adam situation. Grant it, like with Amy, he would probably forgive Shannon later on, because they've been friends since childhood. Me, on the other hand, I didn't have that kind of history. At the moment, the only thing working to my advantage was the fact that I had Matt's personal phone, which gave me the opportunity to screen his calls.
"Don't you have some other wayward teenager you can torment?" I growled to God, throwing my fists into the air.
"Who are you talking to, sweetheart?"
I jumped, jerking my head in the direction of that beautiful chuckle.
Matt was pulling his hair into a ponytail as he emerged from the bathroom.
"What, uh, no one," I shrugged as I picked the phone up from the floor.
He was motionless, leaning his right shoulder against the wall. I could feel him studying me, so I kept my gaze to the floor.
"You have that concerned wrinkle in your forehead," he noted. "What's wrong?"
I sighed. I looked up at him, biting my lip.
Here it is, Lil, I said to myself. Opportunity 4,580.
"I, uh, ummm..." I grunted, frustrated that I couldn't nonchalantly tell him the way I had his brother. I had to tell Matt before Julie managed to.
"Yes?"
"I think Julie's flipped her lid," I sighed.
Chicken, The little voice in the back of my head hissed.
Matt made a tisk-tisk sound, shaking his head. "Broke-up again, huh?"
I nodded. "He says for good this time."
"We'll see." He rolled his eyes and walked over, taking a seat next to me.
"Well, she's accusing him of some pretty ridiculous stuff, which naturally would involve me," I explained, groaning.
"You?" He stiffened.
"Yes, everything involves me. I am in the center of it all when it comes to conflicts between those two. For Julie, I'm..." I trailed off, wanting to say that I was Julie's Amy, that constant reminder that she wasn't good enough, not to Shannon, at least. She was right. He did have me on a pedestal. Too bad this baby wasn't his.
"To her, you're what?" Matt prodded.
"Never mind," I shook my head.
The abrupt end to the conversation didn't sit well with him, but he didn't press it any further.
"Shannon really shouldn't call you and talk about his problems like that," he said after a moment. "You have enough problems of your own."
I turned to him, nodding in agreement.

Matt and I had been dressed for approximately twenty minutes. Jeff and Jenn had yet to come in from their "purse retrieval." Matt and I both knew those two were probably having sex in the car. The boys were on a time constraint, but Matt's only concern was that he wouldn't have enough Wet Ones to wipe down the backseat later on.
When Jeff and Jenn did manage to stumble their way back, Matt and Jeff had to go meet with their respective opponents for the night's show. Jenn had offered to stay behind with me, but I knew she would want to watch Jeff's match one of the big monitors, so I declined.
I sat, alone in the locker room for the majority of the night. I was debating on calling Shannon, but ultimately decided against it. I needed to conquer one issue at a time. Snooping through Matt's belongings, I found his iPod and played the rock songs that he had on his playlist. The music was blaring through the ear pieces, and I was off in my own little world as I belted out the words (probably way off-key) every song. I was unaware at just how long someone had been pounding on the door.
I pulled the ear pieces out of my ear, shut off the iPod, and slowly stood.
The knocking was louder, stronger this time.
"Just a minute," I called. I walked carefully to the door, making sure I didn't lose my balance this time.
I opened the door.
There was John's friend, shirtless, sweaty, and out of breath.
"You," I snarled, emitting a low hiss. "Come back to take a stab at me, too, have you?"
He winced.
"I guess I deserve that," he said, wiping his forehead with a white towel. "Look, can I talk to you for a minute?"
I looked down at my imaginary watch.
"You just did," I replied as I went to close the door in his face, but he put his foot in the way. I groaned, "Look, creepy-Finding-Nemo dude, I don't want to hear anything from you. Good-bye."
I went to shut the door for the second time, but he blocked it again.
I growled in annoyance, glaring at him.
"If you'd let me talk for a second," he barked, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. He took a deep breath to calm himself. His gaze met mine. "I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot," he said, extending his cloth-wrapped hand. "Hi, I'm Mike Mizanin, and I am here to apologize for John's rude behavior earlier today."
I didn't shake his hand, but I did giggle. "You sound like you're trying to sell me a vacuum cleaner...If you're intentionally sinking to corny levels, then I guess that deserves five minutes." I stepped aside to let him in.
He graciously entered, waiting for me to sit down before he started pleading his case.
"I've been thinking about this all day," he began, pulling up a folding chair and sitting down in front of me. "I really am sorry about how John treated you. I mean, I'm use to him taking jabs at Jenn, but not people so um..."
"Disabled?"
His head drooped, sheepishly. "Well, yeah...I felt like he was making fun of your...condition with that comment he made."
I leaned forward. "Let's get two things straight here, Mr. Mizanin..."
"Mike."
"Mike...One, I don't need you feeling sorry for me. And two, I don't need you apologizing for some scum bucket. I've had to deal with people like him before, so I am perfectly capable of taking up for myself."
"Well, I realized that," he laughed, "but I still don’t feel right about the situation, so I want to make amends, like take you out sometime. You know, for drinks or something? But…”
He sounded sincere, which is why I didn’t think about reconsidering. “But what?” I asked.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Matt and Jeff don’t like me, or John, very much.”
“John I could see, but why you? You’re like the sissy, silent type, no offense.”
“Offense taken,” he laughed, “but I’m scum bucket by association, so I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”
I was insulted. “Do you see Matt and Jeff’s name on me anywhere?”
“Well, no…”
“Then let me worry about them,” I said.
He smiled, seeming to be at ease now.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Nada, do you wanna do something?”
“After the boys are finished, we’re all going to eat at that steakhouse down the road, so do you want to meet me there?”
“Sure, sounds fine.”

Despite the fact that I essentially had a date with another man, I felt the need to look my best for Matt. Since my conservative look left him searching for words the last time, I decided to try something similar. I stole one of his shirts, left my hair down, and wore only eyeliner this time.
But I didn’t anticipate how silly I would feel when the four of us arrived at the steakhouse. There we were, waiting on our table, and I had to stand next to Jenn. She looked much better than I did. I was a dim twinkle compared to her radiant glow.
“I look stupid,” I whispered to her as I shuffled on my tired feet.
“No you don’t,” she said, giving me a once over. “You look cute.”
“Matt hasn’t said a word,” I pouted. “He was even able to breathe this time.”
Not that Matt had time to really pay attention to me. He had been up at the hostess’s podium for the last fifteen minutes trying to put a rush on our table so I didn’t have to stand all night.
“…I understand, ma’am,” Matt was speaking very softly, but I could tell he was becoming impatient, “but I have a two young ladies in my party that really need to be seated.”
“Screw this,” I muttered, irritated as I walked passed the podium. “We’ll be in the non-smoking section.”
“Ma’am,” The lady was hot on my heels. “You have to wait.”
I spun around. “I don’t have to do anything, miss. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Lily Marie,” Matt hissed, coming up behind me. “Don’t make a scene.”
I rolled my eyes and kept walking toward an open table in the center of the restaurant. “Bring some menus, Matthew.”
I sat down at the table, even though it was cluttered with dirty dishes. Jeff was conversing with the hostess, mostly likely apologizing for my behavior.
Matt flopped down, next to me. He was giving me a look.
“What?”
“You should try being good sometime.”
I flashed a wicked grin.
“I suppose so,” I agreed. I felt his leg stiffen as I ran my hand up it and close to his crotch. “But good girls don’t fool around with bad boys, do they?”
“Guess you’re right,” he replied, almost whispering.
“Are you okay, man?” Jeff asked him as he and Jenn sat down.
Matt’s voice hitched as he spoke, “Fine.”
I giggled.
He cleared his throat, nervously.
“Are you sure?” Jenn asked as she eyed us both. “Because you look like you’re…” She jerked back in her chair, repulsed, “Oh, c’mon, guys, in public, seriously?”
“Oh for the love of RuPaul,” I groaned, rolling my eyes as I lifted my hands above the table to show her that I was behaving. “What kind of sex fiend do you take me for? I do have a little sliver of integrity.” I turned to Matt and gave him a playful wink. “But...Now that we’ve been busted, let’s go deface the handicap stall with my butt cheeks.”
Matt chuckled, giving me that you’ll-never-learn head shake.
“I have quite a few unpleasant mental images of the two of you,” Jeff scowled. “Can we please not add anymore?”
“Can we please not discuss what I am or am not doing to Matt beneath the table?” I countered.
“Yeah,” Jenn nodded in agreement. “I have enough trouble keeping down my food as it is.”
I stuck out my tongue at her.
A boy came and cleaned the dishes off of our table and then a waitress came to take our drink orders. By the time she returned, we were ready to order our food. Well, the others were. I hadn’t planned on eating, but I also hadn’t planned on Mike no-showing. After fifteen minutes of casually scanning the room for him, I gave up. He was a scum bucket after all.
“Well, I’m actually glad you and Jenn are speaking finally,” Jeff said to me as he put his fork in his plate.
“Oh, yeah…me, too,” I was trying to sound enthusiastic, but I was having difficulty getting past my haze of irritation.
Jeff was grinning like a proud little boy that had just figured out how to tie his shoe. “Because I have some very exciting news to tell Matt,” he added, “and I really wanted you to be a part of it. It’s a pretty big deal for me. ”
I forced a smile. “Well, thanks.”
He nodded and was about to continue until I rudely diverted my attention to the front of the restaurant.
“Excuse me,” I heard Mike say as he approached the podium, “Could you tell me if the Hardy party has left yet?”
I could have sworn that I heard her say, “Unfortunately not.” She pointed in the direction of our table.
Mike wasn’t exactly Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, but he did look rather adorable in his suit and maroon tie. He met my gaze with an awkward smile as made his way through the restaurant.
“Perfect,” Jenn snarled as she followed my stare.
Matt turned to see what had caused her sudden disposition. His jaw suddenly clenched together. He stiffly turned back around.
“Why is he coming over here?” he asked, looking at no one in particular.
Jenn was staring at me, knowing that I probably had an explanation, but I wasn’t about to offer one.
“Matt, Jeff…Jenn,” Mike greeted them courteously as he came to stand at side of our table.
They all acknowledged him in the same cold, dead tone, “Mizanin.”
For a minute, Mike stood there, nervously opening and closing his hands.
“Would you like to join me, Lil?” he asked as he exchanged looks with the others. “It might be in everyone’s best interest if I sat at my own table.”
“Sure,” I nodded.
He extended his hand to help me up.
I could feel Matt’s burning glare following me as Mike and I walked away from the table.
Mike sighed in relief and started patting his face with his hands. “Good, everything’s still attached."
I slipped into the booth that he had directed me to. “Are you that scared of them?” I asked, laughing.
“I’m not scared of them,” he replied as he sat down in front of me, “just him. I had no idea you and Matt were a couple.”
I winced at the painful reminder.
“We’re not,” I said, trying to keep the bitterness out of my tone.
“Uh-huh,” he laughed as he casually looked in Matt’s direction. “And he’s not fantasizing about filleting me right now.”
I flipped my hair, using that as an excuse to look over my shoulder. Matt was still glowering at us, but the minute I looked at him, he averted his eyes and started mumbling something to Jenn and Jeff.
“He’s just being protective,” I explained as I turned back around. “We’re very…close, and you said he doesn’t like you, so…”
He nodded.
A waitress came up to the table, seemingly star-struck by Mike.
“What can I get you to drink, honey?” she asked him as she handed him a single menu and completed ignoring my presence.   I was used to that. I went through that same state of invisibility whenever I was out and about with Matt.   I was waiting for the moment she would reveal herself to be a wrestling fan and ask for Mike’s autograph.
While Mike responded respectfully to the young lady’s flirtations, my mind drifted off to the future. Assuming Matt magically turned into a family man, how would this affect our son or daughter? How would he handle being flocked by fans when he’s trying to have a quite dinner with his child? Would the fans be respectful and leave him alone? Furthermore, what was going happen to our son/daughter when he/she was old enough to attend school?
In five or six years, I envisioned our child being used and abused by peers because its daddy was a famous professional wrestler. Matt and I will have to teach it to have a tougher skin than most people. On the other hand, we could avoid that potential hardship and hire a private tutor.
“Yoo-hoo,” Mike singsonged, waving a hand in front of my face.
I blinked.
“Welcome back,” he smiled as he scribbled his signature on a blank order ticket and handed it back to the waitress. “I was wondering if you wanted something to eat or dessert or another drink?”
“Cheesecake,” I replied, despite the fact that I didn’t want dessert.
“Hmmm, sounds good,” he said, giving a dazzling smile to the waitress. “Make that two cheesecakes, and I’d also like to have the house salad, French dressing, and grilled chicken on the side.” He folded his tri-fold menu and handed it to the bubbly blonde.
I was given a vague acknowledgement as the girl scampered off to the kitchen to place our orders.
“Do you space-out often on apology dates?”
“Lately, yes,” I replied, turning a bit red. “Sorry about that.”
“Oh.” He leaned back against the padding of the booth.
We fell silent for several minutes and just stared at one another.
“Well, do you need to talk about it, whatever it is?” he asked, finally looking down at the table.
“My feelings, you want to talk about my feelings?” I raised a brow, laughing. “You really are the sissy, silent type.”
“Hey, I’m only trying to help.”
I shook my head. “No, enough about me…Tell me about you.”
“What would you like to know?”
I leaned back as the waitress brought me a healthy slice of strawberry cheesecake. She practically tossed my plate at me as she hurried to get Mike settled.
“Ummm…Where are you from?”
Both Mike and the waitress looked at me as if I was the strangest person on the planet. I thought the girl was going to dump his salad in his lap because of the state of shock I had put her in.
“You really don’t follow wrestling, do you?” he chuckled.
I shook my head.
The waitress snorted and walked away.
Mike stared at me a moment. He seemed pleased that he had found someone that was not aware of every minute detail of his life’s story.
“Well, I’m from Cleveland, Ohio, originally. I was born on October 8, 1980…”
I giggled at the way he was relaying the information; it was almost like he was speaking at a job interview.
He started rambling on about himself. I honestly tried to keep up with him, but I couldn’t. The only bits of information I managed to obtain were that he was a middle child. He had an older brother and a younger brother, and that he liked to read comic books.
Matt had been watching me for quite sometime. I could feel it without even turning around. I knew he didn’t like Mike, but this was ridiculous. He was a sweet, harmless, closet geek. If Matt gave him a chance, he could see that.
I was busy savoring my last bite of cheesecake. I hadn’t even realized that he had stopped talking.
“I can see why Matt’s fond of you,” he smiled.
“Oh?” I slowly withdrew the fork from my mouth.
He opened his mouth to respond, but a man clearing his throat caused him to snap it shut.
I figured it was Matt. He had probably had enough of this and had come to break up the party. I rolled my eyes, looking up, only to find Jeff standing by the table.
“We’re ready to leave,” he said rather curtly, keeping his eyes on me.
“I’ll take her back to the hotel when she’s ready to go,” Mike said. Now it was his turn to be rude. I couldn’t blame him, though.
I gave him an apologetic look. “No,” I sighed. “I had better leave with them. I room with Matt, and he has the key, so…”
“I see,” he forced a smile. “Well, we can’t have him locking you out, now can we?” He whistled for a waitress to come over. “Wait, one second, please.”
He bummed a pen off the brunette and discretely scribbled his number down on a napkin. He folded it and handed it to me.
“Call me sometime,” he said, sounding a little bashful, “If you ever want to talk or hang out, just give me a ring.”
I could almost hear Jeff’s groan as I politely took the napkin and put it in my breast pocket.
Mike stood to see me off.

Jeff was silent as we walked through the parking lot. Matt and Jenn were already waiting in the car. They were talking amongst themselves until they heard us approaching. When Jeff opened the door to backseat, Matt’s eyes stayed fixed to the front. He refused to look at me as I struggled to get my legs inside the car. I grunted, falling back against him.
He eyed me a moment and then pressed his body against his door. He was trying to move away from me. Wonderful, just wonderful…
Jeff slammed the door, causing me to yelp in surprise.
A country music station was playing on the radio, but I could barely hear the music because of the low murmur of conversation in the front seats. Matt still wasn't speaking to me. He would look at me on occasion, if he thought I wasn't paying attention. Other than that, the ride back to the hotel was agonizing for me.
Jeff pulled the rental car up to the front of hotel to let Jenn and me out. Matt did get out of the car to help me this time, but the assistance he provided felt more mechanical than usual.
I drug myself toward the entrance of the hotel. Jenn was walking several paces ahead of me. She was apparently not pleased with me, either. One harmless date had set the train of silence back in motion. I knew traveling with Matt would cause problems, but no one listened to me. Hell, at this point, I wasn't listening to me, so what did it matter?
Jenn and I rode the elevator in silence. She didn't bother to wait outside my hotel room until Matt got there. She went inside her hotel room and slammed the door.
Matt and Jeff stepped off the elevator a few minutes later.
"I didn't do anything wrong, Matt," I said to him as he let me inside our room. "It was completely innocent...and I don't even know why I'm bothering to explain myself to you, but I hate it when we do this silent-fighting thing."
He didn't say anything as he flipped on the lights and tossed his duffle bags onto one side of his bed. He started removing his shirt.
"Are you going to say something?" I sounded a bit more demanding than I intended.
He turned to look at me as I sat down on my bed. (I assumed I would be sleeping by myself tonight.)
"What do you want me to say?" he asked with a frigid tone.
"Anything."
"Fine," he said, pursing his lips. He sat down the edge of his bed, facing me with a solemn look on his face. "I don't approve of whatever is going on with you and Mike, albeit friendship or otherwise. The guy is bad news...Look, I'm not trying to tell you how to run your life but—"
"But you are telling me how to run my life," I interrupted, groaning.
"You don't know Mike and John the way I do," he said. "I don't want you getting mixed up with them, because you're only going to get yourself hurt."
"I don't have answer to you, Matt," I spat, folding my arms across my chest. "I was the one who told you I didn't want to be here, so it's your fault that I'm meeting people you don't approve of. Besides, what makes you think I'll even be seeing him again? He just took me out as an apology for an incident that happened earlier today. I don't want to kiss him and I don't want to screw his brains out, so there's nothing to be worried about."
He stared at me for a moment and then nodded.
"Fine, whatever you say," he sighed. "Just, please, please, be careful."
I held up my index and middle finger. "Scout's honor," I said. "I'll be so careful you might as well wrap me in bubble paper."
Matt finally smiled. "I may take you up on that."
He stared at me for a minute or two and then got up. He walked over to the corner of the room and started riffling through his suitcase for a clean shirt to sleep in.
"Oh, did you ever find your bra?" he asked.
For a minute there, I didn't answer. I was mesmerized by his butt as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. I shook my head to get out of my trance.
"Uh, no," I laughed, clearing my throat. "Some janitor's going to have a lovely lace souvenir to take home to the wife."
He turned a round, and spewed some effortless sarcasm in my direction, "Why didn't you get Mike to help you find it? He's got a knack for finding women's underwear."
I scowled. "Matt, I think you're being a bit hard on him. Have you actually had a conversation with him to justify that he's a prick?"
"We've talked. It was mostly business, but we've talked," he grumbled in response and went back to rummaging through his belongings.
"See, it was for business. You two have never discussed anything else, so you can't really judge him...In my opinion, he's a stand-up guy. He was very sweet to me tonight."
"Of course he was," Matt groaned and stomped his feet like an indignant child. He turned around again. "He'll say or do anything to get into your pants! Why do you think he lured you away from me—I mean our table? He wanted to get you away from me—us, so he could sweet-talk you, in hopes of tapping that ass!"
"Lured away from you?" I stared at him a moment with my brow raised. "Matthew Moore Hardy," I couldn't help laughing at his expense. "Do I detect a bit of jealousy?"
His scowl hardened, and he was silent for a second. "No," was his response, but his teeth were clenched so tightly that it was muffled.
He was jealous. My heart slammed excitedly against my ribcage at the thought.
"Awww," I cooed, batting my eyelashes. "You are jealous! That's so cute!"
"Why would I be jealous of that guppy-looking specimen?"
"Because I was showing 'that guppy-looking specimen' attention and not you," I replied as I playfully twirled a strand of my hair.
He turned back to his suitcase and picked up a random shirt.
"That's ridiculous," he snorted, but by his expression, he knew I was right.
"Is it?" I asked thoughtfully. "I mean, every waking moment, you have my undivided attention. It must've been busting your balls to see me with him."
Matt zipped his suitcase up with a violent snap and turn back to me. He was clenching the shirt he had chosen in his hand.
"What's you're obsession with whether or not I was jealous?" he asked, glaring at me. "Is this some game you've got going?"
"Easy there," I giggled, throwing my hands up defensively. "I'm only kidding. Boy, I had no idea Mike was such a touchy issue with you."
"He's not," was his soft response. "You are."
I blinked. I felt the color drain from my face.
Matt's eyes met mine. I had never seen him look so vulnerable.
"Matt..." My words lodged in my throat.
"Don't," He shook his head. "Let's just leave this conversation where it's at. Like I said, just watch your back. I don't want to have to rearrange his face. I could lose my job for that."
I laughed. The tension in the room subsiding.
"Well," I began as I slid back on the bed, "there must be something I could do to make up for putting you in such an uncomfortable position."
I tried my hand at seductively lying on the bed. I spread my legs a little bit, just in case he didn't get the hint.
Matt had his shirt halfway over his head and stopped. He poked his head out of the head hole and gave me a questioning look. "Twice in one day, are you sure about that?"
"Last I checked it was two in the morning,” I replied, "so technically it's a new day." I crossed my arms above my head. "So, how about it, Warden?" I asked, biting my lip. "This inmate has been one bad, bad girl. Don't you think she needs to be bludgeoned by your enormous nightstick?"
He was hesitant for a second. Then he smirked and tossed his shirt to the floor.
"You have the right to moan loudly," he hissed as he worked his way up my body, locking a leg around his waist in the process. "Anything you moan can and will be done to you—" He paused at my mouth and locked his hand around my crossed wrists. His hot breath made me shiver—"Do you understand these rights?"

I shuddered again, almost climaxing without the penetration. I lifted my head up slightly in order to reach his mouth. He growled softly as our lips passionately connected.
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