A/N: NUMBA THREE. This might continue and turn into something more, but I haven't decided yet. Maybe if Nicki is really awesome and writes part two of her Cody story. Maybe :P

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know~

Nicki's head was throbbing, a dull but altogether antagonizing pain that seared and consumed the space between her temples. The light that cut through the windows, which were bare of any curtains, beat down upon her face penetrating her eyelids. Squinting against this intrusion provided little success and she found herself rolling in agony in search of a soothing darkness.

She wasn't so sure about darkness, but she found herself colliding with a solid form beside her. The possible consequences or aftermath of this discovery did not click at first. In fact, it didn't click at all. She was too busy fighting off the incurable pulsating that had resonated behind her eyes.

But then a warm body pressed against her back, the weight on the bed shifting to the opposite side. She realized the sun had pleasantly warmed her skin. And his.

She mulled over that thought for a couple seconds, reveling in the satisfying way his bare skin held heat against her own, and then her eyes opened in a flash.

His?

She bolted up straight, taking in her surroundings. A Panicked feeling started to spread throughout her body. Her hands began to lightly shake.

"Oh, shit." Out of habit, her hand nervously rose to her head and her fingers raked their way back through her hair.

There he was. Matt Hardy. In her bed. Naked. She suddenly glanced down at herself and realized one terrifying fact.

She was naked, too.

"Oh, fuck." It came out in a whisper. Her eyes sifted across the room in search of something that would explain this. Them. Together. In her bed. Naked.

She shifted on her knees, scooting away from him. A few more inspections and she felt a little bit of relief wash over her once she discovered that she still had her underwear on. Okay, so she wasn't completely naked.

But what the hell had happened last night?

She was drawing a blank. She tried to backtrack. Retrace their steps.

Fucking A.

Everything was blurry. Somewhere she faintly remembered there being a dinner with the usual crew which had ultimately turned into a night of bullshitting and drinking games. Shannon had vomited all over her favorite pair of shoes, she sure as hell remembered that.

But any and everything involving Matt might as well have been a black hole.

"Get the fuck up" She yelled, smacking him across the back of his head. She wanted him out. The mere thought that something had gone down between the two of them had her mortified.

And slightly intrigued, but mostly mortified.

Confusion was clouding her vision and she was mentally screaming at herself to get a grip of the situation for five minutes, so she could get this wasted best friend of hers OUT OF HER BED.

"MATT!"

"Mmhmph, Shuddup." It sounded gruff and muffled as it came against the pillow his face was currently buried in. His back was to her, his arms bent at the elbows and spread out above his head. His skin looked smooth and soft. The span of his back was long and built. His shoulder blades were at a rest.

He looked amazingly beautiful.

Her breath caught in her throat and she felt it beginning to burn with fear and a high level of anxiety. "WAKE THE HELL UP." She threw herself into panic mode.

Oh god, if they'd done something. If they'd actually slept together. She..she couldn't even fathom anything past that.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He turned over with a loud, significantly annoyed moan, and covered his face with his arms, "Five more minutes.."

His perfectly pouty, full lips peeked out from the fold of his arms and she had to snap herself out of the trance they put her in so that she could get back to the task at hand.

"Matt, I'm serious. GET. UP." Without even thinking she had moved closer to him. It was just a natural instinct. They were so damn comfortable around each other that she didn't take her current appearance into any form of consideration.

He still didn't move and she found her eyes trailing down his chest this time. His fake tan shining in the gleam of the sunshine that was pooling against his skin.

When she finally worked her eyes back up to his face she was surprised to find that his arms were now folded and stacked on top of his head. He had a smug smile on his face and his eyes were glassy, yet mischievously awakened.

It took her a few seconds to realize that her chest was just mere inches from his skin.

"Don't get a boner or anything." She scowled in revolt as she sat back up and covered herself up with her arms, crossing them protectively against her chest.

"Pretty sure I woke up with one," he smirked as if it were the least of his concerns.

She growled, practically falling off the bed in her haste to get away from him.

Space.

She needed as much as she could put between them. She spotted her discarded shirt on the floor at the foot of her bed and with thankful hands she reached greedily for it, pulling it over her head.

Turning around, she watched as Matt began to stand up from the bed. The panic bombarded back through her body as she screamed, "No, don't!" She shoved her hands out in front of her as if she could thrust up some invisible shield out of thin air to stop him from displaying his manly parts to her. He stood anyway, the sheets falling from his hips to reveal a pair of boxers.

"Don't? You just told me to get up like eight times!" Matt grinned, amused by her flustered disposition.

Nicki felt like throwing herself off a cliff. Not so much because she still couldn't figure out what had happened the night before to save her life, but more so because Matt was so calm and collected as he stretched and began to walk towards her like they woke up this way every day of their lives.

He stopped a foot or two from her, leaning down to peck her on the forehead, "Don't worry, nothing happened," he assured her in an understanding tone before he continued on, exiting the room entirely.

Relief flooded from her chest before her shoulders slumped and a small, empty hole began to open in place of her previous terror. Really?

Nothing?!?

She pouted, hugging herself as she stood alone in her bedroom. The unmade bed sitting in the middle of the room, taunting her at the expense of her new found discovery. It wasn't like she had wanted anything to happen. It just.. well, nothing had happened. Nothing.

..Why hadn't anything happened?

A surge of emotions flew through her at once. Had she wanted something to happen? Yes. No. No. Of course not. Maybe.

Yes.

"Hey, Nic!"

She flinched at his voice, turning around just in time to see him sling shot her bra through the hallway at her, the lacy blue material flying through the air until it fell in a heap at her ankles.

A small smile spread across her face, well..that had happened.

;)