A/N: Guess what Jeffy's makeup reminded me of? Heehee
The day was progressing slowly. Too slowly in Jeff Hardy's opinion. He knew what he wanted to do, but also knew that his brother Matt would stop him, especially after what happened last time. Nonetheless, if it could shut him up about being bored, Matt was quite nearly ready to show Jeff the one movie he had made sure his younger brother avoided.
"You know, if we don't rent it for him soon he's going to run out and get it himself," was the only advice Matt received from everyone, having experienced Jeff's tendencies to enjoy the movies a little too much. Adam even suggested trying Jeff up and burning all copies of the movie, but luckily the levelheaded Hardy didn't put that into practice.
So it was with great trepidation that Matt entered a local video store and picked up the last remaining copy of The Dark Knight. He hurriedly paid as he had left Jeff alone in the car, and sure enough his brother had nearly made it to the highway. Chasing after it like a madman, Jeff soon stopped when he saw what was in his brother's hand.
Making it back to the hotel room Matt invited Paul over to help him keep an eye on Jeff. Both knew from personal experience what might happen. Their latest escapade in renting Jeff Tinkerbell had resulted in a glitter explosion that stuck to Paul's fake tan and took an entire night's scrubbing to clean.
"Ooh, there's the opening thingy mabobble," were Jeff's only uttered words throughout the movie. He was frowning at Batman and grinning crazily every time The Joker was on screen. Matt couldn't remember if his brother was a huge Heath Ledger follower or not, and it was this unassuming attitude that led to Jeff's startling new look the morning after.
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"Heeeey, Maaaaaattttttt… you awaaaaakkkkkeeeee?" Matt swatted at this annoying yet eerie voice. Slowly opening his eyes what he saw caused him to let out a high-pitched girly scream, the kind he usually blamed on a passing Diva. It was Jeff, he was fairly sure of it, and now that he was awake he realized what a stupid mistake last night was.
"Oh god Jeff, not again."
"Aww come on bro. Geez… why so serious?"
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They scrubbed and scrubbed but the makeup wouldn't budge. Matt knew they had a taping for Smackdown tonight, and he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to explain this to Vickie. Jeff, however, was startlingly optimistic.
"Well, I've gone more extreme, right? Who's more extreme than The Joker, Matt? Who? That's right, no one." Matt could think of a million people more extreme than The Joker, but he didn't press the issue. If his brother wanted to make a complete ass of himself in front of millions he couldn't stop him. It wouldn't be the first time, either.
It was then that both Paul and Adam walked in, looked at Jeff, at emitted high-pitched girly scream that they usually blamed on a passing Hardy. Then soon after they were laughing their heads off.
"Look at it this way, it's not as bad as the time we saw Bambi," Adam snorted.
"How he blamed the rabbits I'll ever know… poor things. Still, nothing compares to our viewing of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets," was what Paul managed to gasp between giggling spasms.
"Yes, all that red paint, dead roosters and curly-haired woman knocked out was pretty stupid," Matt admitted reluctantly. Jeff merely gave a wide, sickeningly innocent smile and turned his puppy-dog eyes on Matt.
"You know what comes out soon, Matt? Twilight! Can we go? Can we, can we, can we? Pleeeeease?"
"Something tells me there's gonna be some unsuspecting girl with bite marks all over her soon." Paul whispered to Adam, who merely grinned.
"Only if we're, and they're, very, very lucky."