Down With Gay
Jeff Hardy ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration as he sat on the floor against the wall of the men's locker room. Everyone else had already left, so he didn't have to worry about someone walking in and seeing him like this, which is something he really didn't want. Mainly because of the reason he was doing it.
Jeff's romantic interest as of late had just left him for a stupid stripper he met at a club. Ironically, they mey the same night them and Jeff happened to be celebrating their one year anniversary. Some party that was.
If it was an ordinary relationship problem, Jeff wouldn't care if people knew about it, but seeing as this was anything but normal. He couldn't tell anyone what happened. Not even his own brother. Why? Because Jeff's girlfriend didn't leave him, his boyfriend did. Yup, Jeff was gay. But there was no way anyone could know, especially not in the wrestling business. The media would rip him apart.
Jeff groaned and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall, trying to hold in the tears.
"Hmmm, someone seems a little upset," said Phil Brooks, aka CM Punk, as he walked into the locker room.
Jeff's eyes widened as he got up and looked at Punk. "What are you still doing here?"
"I came back because I forgot my bag," said Punk, pointing to the corner of the room. Jeff looked over and saw a black gym bag on the floor. He really should have noticed that. "I think the better question here would be, what are you still doing here?"
"Just... nothing," said Jeff, walking over to the door.
Punk grabbed his arm and turned him around. "Come on, you look like you just lost your best friend. You have to have a better lie than that."
Jeff glared at him and pulled his arm out of Punk's grip. "I'm not lying. I am perfectly fine."
Punk sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Look Jeff, normally, I wouldn't give a damn about anyone's problems. But seeing as you wanna keep lying to me, you've got me interested."
Jeff rolled his eyes and walked towards the door again. "I'm not lying Punk."
Punk smirked. "You'll tell me. Is it about your little boyfriend?'
Jeff's eyes widened and he turned around. "I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not gay."
"Riiiiiggggghhhhhttttt," said Punk, using blatant sarcasm. "So having long, rainbow hair, painted nails, and girly lips makes you straight these days?"
Jeff glared at him. "I do NOT have girly lips! And I'm not gay! I'm as straight as straight can get!"
"I think you need a dictionary," said Punk. "But I'll play along. So, about your girlfriend, then?"
Jeff shrugged. "I guess."
"Uh huh," said Punk, sitting on one of the benches. "What'd he do?"
"SHE," said Jeff, sitting across from Punk. "Left me for a stripper. "
"Ouch," said Punk. "That's rough buddy."
Jeff shrugged. "Whatever."
"How long were you and him-"
"HER!" Said Jeff.
"Right right right," said Punk. "HER together?"
"A year," said Jeff, holding back the tears again.
Punk grimaced. "Oh. Well, I guarantee you could do way better than him anyway."
"Her," Jeff sighed.
"Whatever," said Punk. "Either way, both genders want you and have dreams about you in promiscuous situations."
"Gross!" Said Jeff, making a face at Punk, causing Punk to smirk and chuckle.
"Just saying. So don't worry about it, you don't have anything to fret about," said Punk, getting off the bench.
"Yeah," said Jeff, looking down at his feet.
Punk sighed and kneeled in front of Jeff. "Hey," he said, grabbing Jeff's chin and making him look at him. "I'm pretty down with gay." Punk winked and walked out of the room. Jeff blushed a little, but smiled and looked down at his feet.
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