Here is my newest love and addiction.

HARDYCEST!

I know. Me and Hardycest…either it's expectable or it's completely and totally unexpected. I love Matt and Matt/Jeff? Perfection!

I might be preoccupied with other fics to update here but I'll try.

NOTE: HIGHSCHOOL fic. Just in case I forgot to put it in the summary.

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1 – The Band

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He's around thirteen years old.

Jeff Hardy has never really been noticed and even with natural blonde hair and pretty little green eyes that anyone could fall into, Jeff's never been noticed and he thinks that stepping in the band will just make everything better and as Randy Orton comes towards him, Jeff's heart threatens to burst out of his chest.

He'd been crushing on Randy Orton ever since he laid his eyes on him and Randy's the band leader, it's what makes Jeff want to be in the band more than anything and all Jeff wants to do is touch the smooth muscles of Randy's chest and kiss him and hold him and he'd do anything to have him rub against his body and oh, Jeffy, aren't you just hopeless?

Jeff doesn't even know how to kiss and Randy's known for going a little too far in his first few dates and Jeff can't even bring up the courage to ask him out on a date because of his fear of having Randy's lips press against his and Jeff not knowing what to do at all and as Randy holds onto Jeff's shoulder and leans down to his ear, having his seductive little voice enter Jeff's ear, "there's another session at midnight. Be there. My house."

Midnight?

Jeff wants to open his mouth and scream and tell him that Matt will never let him go out after six and all his dates have to be under Matt's supervision and Matt doesn't even let him think about going out after midnight, much less let him but Jeff's head only bobs up and down, nodding in agreement.

Randy slips his address in Jeff's pocket and Jeff's heart explodes having Randy's perfect arm run down his back and the little touch is all that Jeff can think about as he steps back and nods his head at Randy and clutching at his guitar, he feels his phone buzz and he sighs, knowing it's none other than Matt.

Jeff walks out of Adam Copeland's garage, one hand pressing his phone to his ear, the other clutching his guitar oh so protectively and the sound of Matt's voice burns into Jeff's ear, "where the hell are you? You told me you were going to a guitar session! That couldn't take more than an hour."

Jeff's thoughts are still onto Randy Orton as Matt's concern buzzes out into his ear. He usually hates how Matt's concerned about him and Jeff couldn't do shit with Matt around, looking after him, calling him every hour of the day, and Jeff usually wonders about Matt. Doesn't he have anything better to do? Doesn't he trust me? It always hurt when Jeff thought of trust. He's as sure as hell that Matt doesn't really trust him if he's so protective of him.

It always hurts. It always hurts.

Jeff walks towards his and Matt's house, and it's his prison and all he wants to do is get out. Matt has him trapped as trapped can be in there and Jeff glances at the clock, it's almost around four-thirty and Jeff's head pounds at the heat of the day and he feels nauseous as the acid knots in his stomach twists so very violently and he bends down to relax for a moment's time.

Another call from Matt.

"Jeff, where the hell are you? It doesn't take you ten hours to come from Mike's house! It's doesn't even take you ten minutes."

"Sorry. It's so hot."

"I told you! You should've listened to me."

"Yeah, I should've."

"Is there something wrong, Jeff? You usually don't agree with me—"

"What the hell is wrong with you? When I don't agree, we just fight around and when I do agree, you wonder why I don't agree?! Why can't you accept—"Jeff stops to run to the nearest bin and throw up, "why can't you—accept…" he tries to continue his sentence but he's just so damn tired and out of it, and the heat's so very unbearable and his stomach just flips so very violently.

"Jeff? You okay over there?"

"I'm not a baby anymore, Matt! I can handle this!" the shouting makes his throat go dry and he feels like there's acid running down his throat as he dizzily steps back towards the street and grabs onto a pole and he looks around and he guesses that no one's really stupid enough to go out in this heat you won the medical for stupidity. Congratulations, Jeffery Nero Hardy.

"Jeff, you don't sound so good. I'll pick you up at Mike's. With this bitch weather…"

"I'm on my way, okay? I know what I'm doing. Why don't you fucking trust me, Matty? I can cross the street. It's not that far off." Jeff hangs up before Matt can continue his words and he wipes the sweat that's collected off his face and he starts walking through the street. Mike's house is in the same neighborhood, just two to three houses down from the Hardy household, but Adam's house takes an hour by car and he knows that.

After an hour of walking, Jeff leans down towards the pavement and feels the acid swish through his stomach, bringing his guitar close by and looking up at the sky. It's just so freaking hot that Jeff doesn't think that he can sweat anymore. His body's soaked with sweat and he's burning a fire inside and all he wants to do is call Matt and take him home but Jeff doesn't want to surrender to Matt—he's always surrendered to what Matt wants to do but not this time, even if it kills him.

Jeff takes his guitar, dragging it behind him, as he looks at the sky as it starts to turn to night and even with the sun gone, the humidity still sticks in the air and as Jeff finally reaches his house hold of what feels like an eternity of walking, he knocks onto the door, "M—"his sentence is cut when Matt grabs onto Jeff's shoulder and basically drags him inside of the house, throwing him towards the nearest couch.

"Where the hell were you?" Matt's voice's dead serious and the nausea in Jeff's stomach sloshes even harder at Matt's glare. His hard brown eyes are burning condensing brown and his face's so pale that Jeff feels like Matt's dead, "Jeff, answer me!"

"At Mike's!" Jeff exclaims, standing up and staring at Matt's face angrily. "Don't you trust me?"

"Trust you?" Matt has to choke the words out. "I thought you were dead or something! I called the damn police and after an hour of standing by the doorway, you don't show up! You think that I can trust you after that?"

"Like you trusted me before!" Jeff interjects. "I'm not your toy! You can't keep me in and keep me out. I don't freaking belong to you, Matt! I need a life and you're keeping me from getting one."

"You're thirteen years old; you're not supposed to have a life!" Matt exclaims with all the anger and rage and fury a person can carry in his voice.

"And you? What about you? When are you ever going to get a life, Matt? I seem to be the only thing you ever do. I can't approach other boys because I know that I can't even kiss right!" Jeff realizes what he's said and shuts himself up instantly; looking down at his feet and feeling himself burn on the inside from horror of what Matt might do to him.

"You're gay? Just great!" Matt's sarcasm drips as he leans down to his baby brother and lifts his head so that they're eye to eye and face to face, "what did I do wrong? I taught you good, didn't I?"

"It's not your fault, Matt. I'm just like this." Jeff finds himself have to choke out the words and they're so soft that Matt can barely hear them.

"Go to your room," Matt simply spits out, acid in his voice and Jeff nods his head before running upstairs and locking the door, sitting down onto his bed and running his hand through his long blonde hair. He's trapped into this prison of his and he doesn't really let Matt come into his room.

His walls are painted black.

For the prison effect he's going for.

Not much of a good imagination, Jeffy, huh? He throws his guitar on the floor and flops down onto his bed so that his eyes are locked to the ceiling and he doesn't know how long he's spent in here just thinking but he guesses it's been such a long time that Jeff's lost track of time and Matt slowly pokes his head into the room, holding a tray of cheese sandwiches, and kicking the door shut behind him.

He places the tray down on top of his drawer. "Hey, Jeff…I know that you're as angry as Hell that I'm so overprotective of you all the time but you're my responsibility, Jeff and I need to take care of you. At all times. I can't let you make the same mistakes I did and I'm supposed to look out for you. That's my job."

Same words he says all the damn time. Jeff only nods his head and takes a sandwich from the tray, taking off the edges of the sandwich, not liking the brown parts of the bread and Matt sits down next to him, doing the exact same thing before biting through one, "hey, listen, tomorrow I might take you out. Would that make you feel any better?"

"No," Jeff snaps. "Just get the hell out of my room."

He's hurt you too much and you can't handle it all the time. Matt sighs before standing up and kissing his brother's forehead, knowing that Jeff will be fully perky and happy in the morning; he walks out of the door and closes it shut for Jeff's privacy. Jeff grabs onto his key to close his door shut before looking out the window and grinning to himself, clutching one hand to his guitar and the other to the window, he keeps one hand gripped tight onto the window as he jumps to the other side and looking down to see the grassy backyard, he just hopes that he doesn't get hurt as he lets go.

He falls down in pain, his guitar still clutched firmly in one hand and his back hurts as hard as ever as he stands up and the humidity makes his stomach feel the nausea again as he looks at the address from the note and his head just spins from horror; that far away? He takes his cell phone and calls Randy, his thoughts now on the perfection of Randy's body and his smirk and him and his pain melts into those thoughts.

"Hardy?"

"Um…your house's too far away."

"Take a car or something."

"I'm thirteen. I don't have a driver's license."

"I don't have a damn driver's license and I still drive in the car. As long as you're out in the dark, no one will really notice. Besides, you're tall and look old enough, just smooth your way out if they ask you for a driver's license."

"But I don't have a car."

"You got that hot looking brother, right? He got a car."

Jeff's cheeks flush deeply in anger and he nods to himself, remembering Matt had always kept his keys at the couch or something, he walks towards the living room window and opens it halfway, taking the keys and running to his brother's black Chevy, opening it up and shutting it hard, grinning a wide smile of success as he tries to drive, but finds it difficult now that he doesn't know the controls and his success fades as he finds it hard trying to stop.

He's thirteen years old.

And he's driving his brother's car.

Matt's going to slay him when he gets home and finds out but now, he's just all the rage as he tries to go through the streets, knowing them all by heart, remembering those times he spent at the back of his brother's car as Matt runs his errands, always home before it's six and watching him do his homework.

His homework.

"Dammit."

He's not an A-student but he doesn't want to fail. He's forgotten to do his homework when Matt had sent him to his room and no wonder why he doesn't trust you. You don't do anything half right, do you? And as Jeff stops towards Randy's house, running towards the house for his guitar session.

After the session, Jeff's become too uneasy for words, knowing that's it's past two in the morning and Matt might be awake and—Randy's hand grips onto Jeff's shoulder and he tries to hide the tension as he looks at the older boy smirking at him, "hey, Jeffy, didn't you had the guts to come here with your brother's car."

"Yeah, me too," Jeff wants to slap himself but he doesn't and instant, has a shaky nervous smile planted on his face.

"You need a ride home? You looked like you were going to cry when you got out of the damn car," Randy comments as he tells Adam to take Jeff home and as Adam grins, taking Jeff's hand and leading him back to Matt's car, Jeff's only thoughts are on Matt and he hesitates, thinking that Matt will actually ban him even more and as the ride ends, Adam opens Jeff's door and throws Matt's car keys to him. Jeff slowly creeps in, thinking that he's okay, clutching onto his guitar, he puts Matt's keys onto the couch and sighs to himself before hearing a sound that makes Jeff's body fill with fear and horror and terror.

"And just where have you been?"

Matt! Matt!

Jeff doesn't need another word as he takes a deep breath and braces for what's to come.

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That was long.

This story writes itself.

It's just fun to write it. VERY fun.

Man, I have so many ideas. I wonder when I can write them all. Yeah, seperate stories idea. Maybe after I finish another fic or something.

Review?

;) Sam