Live for the Moment

Disclaimer: I don’t own Amy...but I do own Matt. Him and his brother are locked in my closet where I make them do dastardly acts for food...Hehehe.... J/K

Distribution: Go ahead... just credit me

Summary: Do I really need a summary? This is just a little tiny story that came to mind while I was listening to my Linkin Park CD and I thought it was cool... but, if you insist... Matt and Amy have a couple problems that they need to learn to work out on their own.

(This is just a short story so there aren’t any chapters.... so unlike me I know... ^_^...)

In answer to a challenge I received: I prayer for Matt and Amy. Stay together or I WILL write a letter! Lol.

Matt and Amy stared each other down. Why was it always so hard for them to agree on things?

Amy wanted to go out on her own for a while with Jeff; Matt wanted to go out with her and spend some quality time together.

Never, ever, in their whole relationship, had anything ever made Matt so angry as when Amy, HIS girlfriend, wanted to go out with Jeff and talk about life. She was supposed to be dating HIM. Not Jeff, Matt.

Nothing pissed Amy off as much as when Matt didn’t understand that she had needs too. She wanted to get out, breathe some fresh air, and talk about something other than the WWF. This made Matt angry because she used to be so ready, willing, and able to talk about anything he wanted. That is what a good girlfriend does. Listens to her boyfriend.

But Amy had different feelings. She thought Matt was too controlling. Just because she didn’t want to listen to him ramble on and on about how he and Jeff needed to pull their socks up and get better, didn’t mean she was cheating on him. She wanted to talk about life. And Jeff could talk about that.

Matt was beginning to get suspicious of the two. His brother and Amy were nearly always together. But he didn’t think that Amy was the type of person who would cheat on someone... was she?

Amy glared at Matt and headed to the table putting on a fresh shirt and pants. Matt watched, feeling anger twitch as she sprayed a bit of Ralph on her. The scent enveloped him and he suddenly didn’t want her to go. Didn’t want her to leave with Jeff to go eat and talk about spirits and soulmates. Matt loved her and he was pulling his hair out trying to figure out the reason she was hanging around Jeff when she should be hanging around him.

“Are you going to go with Jeff again?” He asked, almost kicking himself for the loathing sound of contempt he made when he said his brothers’ name.

Amy looked at his in shock. She noticed too, obviously. “Don’t get mad at Jeff, Matt. It isn’t him who is being such an asshole!” She put her hair in pigtails, slowly combing through them so they were smooth.

“No, you’re right. That job is reserved for you.”

She rolled her eyes, slamming the comb down. “Don’t be such a jack-ass Matt! For once in your life think about what you are doing!” She walked toward the locker room grabbing her bag and sitting it on the chair beside the desk where her makeup sat.

Matt sneered, “I know what I’m doing... your the one who seems uncertain!”

Amy looked at him. “And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?”

He laughed. “You are torn. You don’t know who you want more: Jeff or me. He’s knew and exciting... I’m yesterday’s news. And you want him more, so you make up these stupid arguments as an excuse to break up with me!”

Amy was flabbergasted. What the hell was he talking about? “Matt, I don’t WANT to break up with you. But if you think that I am cheating on you with your own BROTHER, that tells me you don’t trust me... so maybe we should.”

Matt’s senses were racing. He didn’t want to lose her, but his pride kept him from apologizing and talking out their problem.

“So you want to break up with me? That’s what you’re saying?”

Amy sighed. “No, Matt. I didn’t say I wanted to, I just mean that trust is the most important thing in a relationship to me, and if you don’t trust me, I don’t feel we can keep up a steady relationship.”

Matt stared. “I never said I didn’t trust you. I just said what am I supposed to think when all you want to do is hang around Jeff?”

“I don’t just want to hang around Jeff, Matt! I love you but you don’t understand how hard it is to listen to you talk about the WWF and improving your game ALL THE TIME! I don’t just want to sit in a little room and review wrestling matches, seeing where we went wrong and how to fix it OVER AND OVER AGAIN!”

“I don’t watch them OVER AND OVER again! I just try to figure out what we did wrong, then fix it!”

“But you drag me into it, I DON’T want to sit there and stare at the TV for hours on end when we can be doing something together! I don’t want to go out alone, so I go with Jeff. That doesn’t imply that I am cheating on you!”

She was right it didn’t. But he wasn’t at fault here. What else was he supposed to think? “But you think Jeff is more exciting.” He accused.

This time she screamed, throwing her makeup bag at him. “MATTHEW MOORE HARDY, IF YOU DON’T KNOW ME WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT JEFF AND I ARE JUST FRIENDS AND I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE MISSING A SERIOUS POINT IN THIS RELATIONSHIP!”

Matt was startled. She had never yelled at him like that before. Fire danced in her eyes like the sun and if she had been holding anything sharp or pointy, he was sure his days would be numbered. Maybe it was time they started talking rationally.

“Amy, if you don’t want Jeff and you love me, why don’t you want to out with me tonight, but you want to go out with Jeff?”

“Because ‘OUT’ with you means sitting on your couch eating microwave dinners with you yelling at Jeff or I about how we messed up in the ring, but never once admitting you did. But- you only admit you’re wrong when you are alone. You are too full of pride. Going out with Jeff is actually fun. We do stuff!”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “What kind of stuff...?”

“FUCK YOU HARDY! I wouldn’t cheat on you an you KNOW it!” She advanced on him, and was only a couple of inches from face.

“I don’t think I know that.” Matt whispered, hurt in his voice.

Amy’s anger got the best of her and she didn’t even know what she was doing until her fist hit his jaw - too late.

Matt fell to the floor, shocked by her outburst and the sudden pain in his lip. Matt lifted a hand to his mouth and pulled it away, blood. He looked up at Amy who was standing there eyes wide, tears rimming them.

“So,” he said, rubbing his jaw. “Does that seal the envelope?”

Amy was speechless. Matt would never hit her. NEVER. It was one of their sacred rules. Never let their fights get physical. And she, this time, was the one who broke their golden rule.

“Matt, I’m so sorry... I didn’t think... I just...” she reached down and he blanched instinctively.

She pulled her hand back, tears now freely running down her face, smudging her mascara.

He watched her with open eyes. She was frayed. She looked worn, and Jeff had that special soul revitalizer flowing in his blood. Was it him who had done this? Driven her to Jeff to heal the wounds Matt had inflicted? It was like someone had taken of the blindfold covering his eyes, he saw the damage he had done. And he saw Amy; the one who reaped the tail end of his destructiveness.

“Matt... I’m going to go. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” she choked on her tears and went to the bathroom. Several minutes later he heard sobbing. Yeah, he told himself, I really messed up this time.

He got up, wincing at the pain in his back where he fell, and headed toward the bathroom.

He leaned against the door, about to knock, then changing his mind knowing she would get up and lock it. He opened the door and saw Amy sitting on the rim of the bathtub her face in her hands. She didn’t even look up as he came toward her, kneeling in front of her and throwing his arms around her.

She put her head on his shoulder, allowing him to comfort her. Slowly she put her arms around his neck and continued to cry as he stroked her hair.

Matt took a breath and started his apology. “Amy, I am so, so sorry.”

She looked up at him a bit shocked, then gasped noticing the bruise on the side of his face and his split lip. She sniffed looking into his eyes that were full of sorrow. “Why are you apologizing?”

He frowned, “Cause I did this. I destroyed your spirit and I just realized it. Amy, will you forgive me?”

She shook her head. “Matt, I hit you. Hard by the look of it. I broke our golden rule...”

“Amy, the only thing you did wrong was not hit me sooner.” she looked at him oddly, but he continued. “You knocked some sense into me.”

She smiled then. “You aren’t mad at me?”

“No, baby, no I’m not. Can we forget this thing? I’ll try to have more fun, can you try to be more understanding that reviewing, and fixing is what I’ve always done?”

“Yeah... still want to spend some time together?” She grinned wickedly.

He smiled slightly, not wanting to hurt his lip. “I don’t think I’d be any fun for that right now...”

“We can just cuddle then. It’s been a long time since we just cuddled.” Amy kissed him lightly, but Matt pushed to her lips, intensifying the kiss even though it hurt a bit.

“Yeah, we can do that just fine,” he drawled.

They had a bumpy road ahead, but for the most part, they would try and cooperate with each other’s wants and needs. They could make it. They just had to try that much harder. And as Matt remembered, Jeff had once put it very lightly: ‘There ain’t nuthin’ that The Hardyz and Lita can’t do. We can do it cause that’s what we’ve always done bro. We don’t live for the future and the problems it can cause us. We live for the moment.’

THE END

Authors note: Crap ending I know, mushy gushy I know. But I am such a helpless romantic… *Sigh*