"You can close your eyes to things you do not want to see, but you can not close your heart to things you do not want to feel."
Chapter One - Comin' Home

"You're joking," Lita's lips set into a fine line as she shook her head slowly. Trish stained wide eyed at her best friend, then glanced back in the previous direction. "Please tell me it's a joke."

Sadly, Lita shook her head again and stared at the screen. Today was Monday; meaning that Raw was showing another episode and various wrestlers from the company would go to the ring, making the best or worst of the fans in the seats. It was said that tonight was somewhat special. Did the girls know? No, not at all. They were completely left in the dark. Were they supposed to be left in the dark? Again, no. When one in this company said surprise, it's meant to be for the fans, not the wrestlers. Usually, they knew what was going on in order to give off the right emotion. Usually, they knew what to expect.

No.

But then again, tonight was special. And nobody, least of all these two, knew what was happening.

If only they had known. If they had, they wouldn't be in this situation.

Now, at the present moment, Trish and Lita stood in front of the small TV in the women's locker room, watching the promo that caused them to freeze.

There on the screen was none other that the two trouble makers, the two charmers. The two who'd broken their hearts only a year back.

Two none other that Jeff and Matt Hardy.

Lita glared at the screen as she watched Matt smile largely into the camera. "That's right," he'd said. "We're back. And this time, it's for good." Jeff had been smirking towards the camera. Every once in a while, he'd give off the famous Hardy Boyz hand gesture, along with finger guns. He then picked up in the conversation. "That's right," he grinned, with his rainbow hair coming into view. "Tonight, we return."

Just then, as the promo was being played on Raw's big screen, the thousands of fans started to scream and cheer. Not a single boo was heard.

"I'm going to be sick," Lita mumbled and sat down on the nearest bench. Of all things, this was happening.

Trish glared once more, as the screen zoomed in on the Hardys, before turning it off. "I can't believe it. He knew everything," Trish sat down next to her Tag-Team partner. She was referring to Vince. Vince was the boss, the one who hired and fired. The one who brought Matt and Jeff back into their lives.

"That scum," Lita stood and started for the door. "He will pay-" She was cut off by a blonde grabbing her by the arm.

"You're crazy!" Trish ranted. "Do you know what's happening right now? Vince knew we would do this. He knew that bringing them back would only rile us up, and cause us to want to beat them up..." Lita raised an eyebrow. "I didn't say we didn't," Trish continued. "Right about now, he's probably expecting us to go into that office, which will be properly filled with cameras, and raise all kinds of heck. And by now, Jeff and Matt are probably in that office with him, ready for us to barge in so they can tangle us up in their arms." She pulled Lita back down on the bench, next to her. "So, we're not going in there."

"Okay..." And ran through Lita's hair as she sighed. "Alright. We won't go. But we will get payback." Trish smirked, a short nod following.

"We don't even have to worry."

Lita shook her head. "Nope, and I'm glad," she looked around the locker room, her eyes falling on a small picture that caused her to smile. In spite of what was happening, that picture probably just brightened up her sprits. In the frame stood four people, two being Lita and Trish, and the other two being fellow Tag-Team pairs Chris Jericho and Christian. Lita smiled. "I'm glad we've got them."

Trish turned around to see the same frame, a smile hinting her lips. "Me too." The picture wouldn't be so special if it hadn't had a meaning. To others, the photo just showed four friends, maybe hanging out around town. To the girls, it showed not only best friends, but boyfriends. Recently, outside of Raw, Trish had fallen into the loving arms of Chris Jericho. He'd been dwelling on her for months after the Hardys left, and just about two weeks ago finally decided to make his move. The story was similar with Christian and Lita, only he'd asked her to become an 'item' almost a month before Trish and Jericho got together.

The best part was nobody knew yet, not even Vince. What made it greater was the four of them had decided to show the fans how much they liked one another tonight. Tonight. Of all nights.

A sudden smirk appeared on Trish once she realized the fall of tonight's events. It only made it sweeter that Jeff and Matt would have to watch it happen. What ever plan the boys had of talking to them tonight was shot down.

"Oh, gosh," Lita grinned, figuring out the victory that they would achieve. "I never thought payback would come so soon." Trish smirked again, crossing her arms.

"Looks like it will turn out for us after all."

Matt stared into the camera until he saw the small red dot go off. Soon after, the man directing held up a thumbs up, clarifying that they were off the air. The elder Hardy let out the breath he'd been holding in. "Glad that's finished," he glanced over at his right, seeing the look on his brother's face. He couldn't help but smile to himself. "You too, I'm sure?"

Jeff was grinning like a moron. "Yeah," he stared off down the hall, seeing various halls branch off from where they were. "I can't wait to get back out there...it's been to long."

Matt nodded in agreement. Indeed, it had been a while. Almost a year ago, the brothers had made a choice - a vast, drunken choice - causing them to make a couple of wrong decisions. Sad enough, the choices they made was just enough to send their job and girlfriends right over the edge. He could still remember the fire red hair that came storming towards him when she had found out. He also remembered the pain from the slap she'd given on that night. It stung. Bad.

"Jeff..." Matt's head tilted back as he took another swig of his beer. "Jeff...come on man. We've got to get out of here."

Jeff's eyes were closed as his limp hand fell against the couch. "…What?" He was out of it. It was clear, anyone could see that. His hair covered his face as he turned into the soft surface that lay under him.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Jeff." He set the beer down and walked towards his younger brother. "Come on. We've got to go."

"So soon?" Matt closed his eyes slowly and sighed as the female voice drawled into the room. He didn't have time for this. They had to get out of this place. He turned around the see the small, pink smirk of Candice Michelle only a few feet away. "But you just got here."

That was a lie. They'd been here for hours. "Sorry Candice. We have to go." Matt turned away from Candice's frown and went to his brother's side. "Come on."

Jeff's head shifted as he opened his eyes back up. "Eh..." It had to be at least two in the morning. "What's going on?" Matt's hands slid under Jeff's figure and lifted him into his arms.

"We're leaving."

"Leaving?" Matt nodded to his brother's question. "But why?"

"Yes Matt, why?" The older Hardy avoided the question that came from Melina Perez who was now standing next to Candice. "We were just starting to have a little fun." She grinned wickedly.

"Sorry." Matt said shortly as he made his way to the door, brother in arms. "We've got to go." Sadly, the girls were blocking his way out.

"Is it Lita?" Matt froze and Melina smirked. "It is, isn't it? Don't worry she won't find out. We're good at keeping secrets."

"Melina. Don't do this. Let us go." Matt was trying to warn them, but through all the things they did that night, his voice was a little hazy, and he sounded weak.

Candice bit her lip and answered for her smirking friend. "…hmm. Nah. I don't think so."

"Girls." Jeff said, his voice slurred. "Stop this." It was true that the boys were very vulnerable by this point. They couldn't handle much more.

Melina and Candice exchanged a glance before grinning. "No." Then, they went for the boys. It was all history from there on out. What they did was unspeakable, and was not to be repeated for any reason. That was until five that next morning.

"Matt?"

Matt's eyes opened as he saw his brother's fingers in front of his face, snapping. "You alright?" he nodded, blinking a few times.

"Yeah, I'm cool."

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

Matt nodded again, slinging an arm around his younger brother. "Now, come on. We've got to get ready," Jeff grinned, showing his full teeth. Almost immediately, the younger Hardy was bouncing off the walls with excitement. All Matt could do was smile and forget about those awful memories that had come back only seconds before.

Tears of velvet anger soared down her face as she rushed past the many room doors on floor eight. They'd been dating almost a year, and he'd turned around and pulled something like that?

She clutched her hand. It felt good to give him what he deserved after that...incident...even if it did turn her entire hand red.

"Amy?" Lita turned, hearing her name called out softly. To her relief, it was Trish. Her hair was up in a fresh towel from the shower, and she was in a hotel robe. Her expression was scared. "Are you alright?"

Lita looked around quickly. Seeing the hall was empty at nearly five o'clock in the morning, she turned back to her concerned friend and started to let out what she just saw. "Trish…Trish, its Matt. He's cheating on me..."

"What, you can't be seriou-"

"I just saw him, Trish," her head was down as Trish's expression hardened. It was a wonder that the blonde didn't stalk off right then, ready to kill a man only a floor down. "But that's not the worst."

Trish's weary eyes looked up slowly preparing for the worst. The only thing that would be worse is if-

"Amy!" The elevator door had opened as two tall, slim figures emerged, masks of panic covering their faces. "Wait!" Matt started to shout. Trish could see a purple bruise start to form on Matt's left cheek. The boys had broken into a run down the hall.

A hand roughly reached into Trish's front robe pocket to receive a key card. Lita grabbed the blonde by the shoulders and pulled her towards the side, opening the hotel door in the process. "Go, go," she mumbled. The two girls rushed in and the door closed behind them, a hard 'click' after, showing that the door was locked.

"Trish!" This time it was Jeff speaking. "Trish, you have to know that I didn't mean it! It wasn't our fault, they trapped us in there! I mean yes, boos were involved, but it's not what it looks like. We didn't mean to do anything, and we tried to leave! Please, open the door. Trish?"

Her eyes were closed, the blonde hair out of the towel and in her face. Lita looked on. Like thought before, the only thing that could've been worse had happened. The only thing worse was that Jeff was a cheater too.

And sad enough, he'd just proven that.

There was rapid banging on the door. "Amy, Trish?" Both of the boys were calling. "Open up!"

"Lita..." Trish's voice was hard. "I want us to go in the bathroom, turn on the water, and sit in there. I can't listen to their moaning. I'm sure the shower will drown it out."

Lita nodded and frowned. Did this have to happen? Yes, of course it did. What's to be expected from two boys like that? Lita sighed. Everything bad, she supposed.

"Honey?" Lita's head whipped up from the ground as she saw the smiling face of Christian in front of her. "Are you okay?" she nodded and wrapped her body against his for a hug. See? This is what she needed. Not the cheating duo.

"Yeah babe," she said against his chest. "I'm perfectly good."

He hugged her tighter. "Good."

"Guys?" The two looked up to see the perky face of Trish peeking into the locker room. "Are you ready?" Her figure was covered in sparkle, showing off different colors such as blue, silver, and black (her shorts being all three colors, and her top being black, matched in with silver boots). At her color choice, it was expected for Jericho to be wearing the same.

Lita nodded. "Sure am," she pulled away, her identical outfit coming clear. Trish smiled, seeing their exact same outfits. That was all part of the plan. Once everyone in the seats saw their matching outfits, they would have to know something was going on, right? Judging by the promo playing currently on the locker room T.V, it appeared that the Diva Tag Team match was next.

"I'm going to head on," Lita mumbled, pushing her hair off of her shoulders and kissing Christian on the cheek. "Remember the plan," Christian nodded and grinned.

"Got it babe."

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