*Cinnamon & Vanilla - Chp1*
*By JM*
"Man, why did Amy have to take that part on that show?" Matt Hardy
groaned, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder.
When they first entered the arena, there were three of them. Matt
seemed to be the one that was less-than thrilled to be there. There was no
question that it was because his girlfriend, Amy Dumas, wasn't with
them. She was in Canada, shooting scenes for the television show Dark Angel.
She was trying to expand her horizons and Matt was trying to expand the
cost of his cellular phone.
"I'm pretty sure she'll be back soon. Didn't you say she'd be home
this weekend?" Matt gave his brother a quick glare and then curled his upper lip. He knew his younger brother had half-hearted intentions, but it wasn't good enough. It wasn't believable. Why should it be? Jeff Hardy was satiated, content in what he had. Jeff had Trish Stratus.
Matt was unclear on what they were. Rob asked him earlier, when they
were at the production meeting and everyone was being assigned their
matches. From the stories Amy told him, they shared hotel rooms and that was it. He knew they were inseparable since that first real kiss the previous week
but they never made it official. They never told anyone, not even Jeff and
Matt�s father, if they were anything more.
But Matt didn't care at the moment. His brother was happy and that
meant something to him. He was a bit discouraged because it was Trish
Stratus, a notorious Diva on television and an even shadier one backstage, but it was probably because he didn't know Trish that well. At least, not outside
of the few storylines and discussions they had shared concerning the
Federation. He was trying though. She kept a unique smile on Jeff's
face and an effort to know her wouldn't ruin too much in his life.
"Jeff, we have house shows this week," Matt groaned, easing in front
of Trish and Jeff. Sometimes, he wondered if that's what Jeff felt when
it was just Jeff, Amy, and him. Was that awkwardness new? He didn't like it.
"So fly her out," Jeff suggested, temptation pushing him to grab
Trish's hand. He resisted. He didn't want to hold her hand, publicly, and
draw more attention to them. He just walked closer because being near her
seemed to suppress all of his urges.
"Stop trying to make me feel better and talk to Trish," Matt lamented.
It was always like that, wasn't it? Whether it was Trish or Beth, Matt
never took it easy. Jeff once believed that it was Matt being an asshole.
He knew now it was just Matt's overprotective nature. He didn't take well
to someone taking Jeff's mind from wrestling, from competition, from Matt.
"It'll be okay Matt;" Trish spoke up, her soft voice alleviating
Jeff's thoughts of his brother. She brushed her fingers through her straight
blonde hair and glanced at Jeff. He looked straight ahead and she
giggled. She knew he wouldn't flirt with her, not now. Probably later, when
they were lying in bed in another hotel room.
She loved their relationship. It was easier when they admitted
feelings for each other. They could just talk and laugh and joke and
occasionally kiss because they found it hard to fight the attraction for each other. They slept in the same bed and it never went further than that. Sex
wasn't something they bordered on. Maybe it was her or maybe it was because
they didn't have a need for it, but some nights, she knew Jeff wanted it.
But she didn't know what they were. Not exactly.
He never called her a girlfriend and she was unclear on whether or not
he was hers, officially. They were just together. Nightly, daily. They
kissed, they held hands, they flirted. He even invited her to come
back home with him when he went at the end of the month. But wasn't Beth
there? What would he say then? What would he call her? She could be Trish,
the friend from the business and that would defeat her offering all of
herself to him, wouldn't it?
"Is this the new Team Xtreme?" Michael joked. Even when he wasn't on
television portraying his character, Crash Holly, Michael had a way of
finding something humorous to say to keep the tension breezy.
"No way. Trish looks more like me when I managed the guys," Terri
Runnels insisted, flipping a portion of her thick blonde hair to one side while
her ex-husband, Dustin Runnels, stood by with a small smirk.
Trish offered her a polished grin and eased away from Jeff, toying
with the strap on her bag. How long would she have to do that? Could she hide
their connection until someone made it official? It was unlikely. She knew
Booker, Jacqueline, Sharmell, and a few others saw her enter Jeff's
room the night before. There were no words, no questions spoke aloud but she
could hear them all buzzing through her head just from their stares.
Jeff considered reaching out and grabbing her arm, cautiously pulling
her closer to him because she didn't deserve to feel that way. He knew how
the male wrestlers could be. They joked about everything, embarrassed
anyone. It was nothing truly personal. Just something they did.
*Chp2*
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