Untitled This is a POV, for Chuck. It's gonna be angsty, and my Chuck muse insists on me writing at four in the morning. *sigh*

"Hurry up and get ready." Billy said, standing next to the door to the change room, tapping his foot impatiently. I finished pulling on my elbow pads and looked at him, putting a fake smile on my face. "Ok, let's go have our match." Tonight we were facing Hurricane and Shannon Moore again, but I didn't feel up to fighting. I really just wanted to sit around and do nothing today, all day long, for as long as I wanted. Billy looked at me for a second longer, then left the room without me, and I was forced to catch up to him, yet again. ***** Five minutes into the match, I screwed everything up. I was supposed to do a powerbomb on Hurricane, but I messed it up, let Hurricane get the upperhand. He got the Eye of the Hurricane on me, and 1, 2, 3, the match was over. I lost another match for us. Of course, like every other tag team, they beat on me a little bit longer until Billy and Rico pulled me out of the ring and pulled me towards the back stage area. I knew what was coming, I knew almost like I knew that I wasn't going to like it. "What the hell was that?" I rolled my eyes as Rico shut the door quietly. This happened every time I lost the match. Billy would get on my case about it. If he only really knew how much it affected me... "That was one of our worst matches yet. What's wrong with you?" He didn't ask it in a rude way, but like he really cared. Right. Like he even does. "Nothing's wrong with me... I'm just a bit tired." "Maybe you should take a break. You keep costing us matches, Chuck. If we keep this up, we'll end up jobbers." I pulled off my elbow pads, without looking at Billy. I hate it so much when I dissappoint him, yet I keep on doing it. "Sorry." "Well, whatever. Just get some rest, and try not to screw up next time, ok?" He went into the showering area, and I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide my tears of shame. The truth? Well... It's only supposed to be a story line, but the full truth is that I'm in love with Billy. He doesn't know, of course, because he's dead straight. Who else knows? No one. I keep things to myself. I don't really trust Rico, even though I knew he's lusting after me. He's a little too old for me, even if he doesn't look it... I could trust Rico with anything, I know he wouldn't tell... But it would break his heart. So I keep it to myself, suffering in silence. "Chuck???" I made sure I wiped my eyes, then I looked up at Rico, who looked confused. "Are you all right?" "Fine... I'm just fine." "Are you sure? You look like you're crying." I looked away. "I said I'm fine, all right?" Rico was silent, then he just shrugged and went off, leaving me alone. I don't know why I stayed, but I did. "Chuck, are you still here? You haven't even changed out of your wrestling gear yet..." I looked at Billy, who was wearing nothing but a towel, and I forced myself to look away. "Chuck, can you answer me?" Instead of answering, I pulled my jeans on over my gear, pulled on a t-shirt, got up, and left. I'd rather go for eternity with Billy as my friend then admit my feelings and go without him. I'll just keep it to myself, and suffer in silence.

Amanda: *kicks Chuck muse* HAPPY DEAR?! Now it's four thirty! Argh! Damn you and your Billy-loving ways! And Rico muse, damn you too for encouraging this behaviour. lol Anyhow, everyone R+R, for my brand-spanking-new (Note: Spanking not included) Billy and Chuck action figures my father dished out 75 bucks USD for. -_-'''