Sorry it took me so long to write this chapter. The chapters of these are naturally over 2,000 words so it takes me a while. I know that this side of Punk is different but it shows dominance. Let's hope I keep him that way throughout the entire thing. Lol.
Chapter Two
I hated Matt Hardy.
I seriously, seriously hated Matt Hardy.
When I had arisen that morning had we really been in this ocean for an entire day? I felt him move underneath me, running his hand through my hair lovingly and when he had seen that it was me, he basically fell out of the water, and his head reached to grasp a breath as I grinned darkly at him. A smirk crossed my lips just because I could smirk and he can't with all the water that he was spitting out, salty water that was burning at the tip of his tongue.
"I'm loving this," I said, seeing Matt scowl at me darkly as he jumped up the practically ruptured wood, water falling out of his clothing as he sat down on the wood, taking a soft, sweet breath as he grinned and me and threw me at the water and right then, I was instantly waving my arms around. I felt like I was going to fucking die and he was just sitting there, like I was just lying to him and I held onto his boot, lifting myself up and spitting out the water from his mouth.
Those few moments I had spent in the water was traumatizing, my head pressing against the flesh of his leg, as he grabbed onto my wrist, pulling me upwards, laying me down onto the boat's plank, running his fingers through my hair, the wet water falling towards the plank as he smirked because now, he could and I can't and I punched him hard in the stomach, making him slowly recoil from me as he spat out more water from his mouth, both of us exhausted and tired even if we had just woken up. At this time of the morning, I'd usually bathe and stretch, eat breakfast before he had gotten to the arena.
"You don't know how to swim. Jeff learned how to swim when he was 10 and I learned how to swim when I was 12. You're freaking 30 and you don't know how to freaking swim?!" Matt exclaimed, his laughter burning in the air but after a while, it subsided as I threw a bunch of cheat shots in his chest, "…I gotta teach you."
"You just made fun of me because of it and now, you freaking want to teach me? Oh great. I can just imagine you mocking me when I drown all over again," I snapped at him, acid burning in every one of my words and with meaning and his face softened but it was still hard, hard and rigid.
"And if you don't learn how to swim and the sharks come back, oh, you're so dead meat and I'm not coming back to 'save you' whenever," Matt spat out and he took a soft, sharp breath. "You're learning how to swim."
"Are you sure you're not doing this just to see me weak?" I retarded and we both stared at each other, his solid hard brown eyes lapping into my same brown eyes and the hate that consumed his eyes, it mirrored mine completely and in a moment, he had nodded his head and because of the certainty that lapped his eyes, I believed him. I knew that look in his eyes; I've had that look so many times before. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"
"That the world heavyweight champion can't swim?" he took joy into saying those words, almost to spite me, and he had let my hands ball into fists but I didn't hit him off the ruptured board of wood that we sleep on because that would mean that I was unprotected completely against the sharks that swam across the water. "Oh, don't cry, Punk."
"I'm not gonna cry!" I was ready to push him off the board but I didn't. I took soft, sharp breaths and I took him by his hair and brought his face close to mine, "if you're going to freaking teach me, Hardy, then do it."
"I need to eat first. Aren't you hungry? Oh, I forgot. You're all skin and bones, you little bitch," he insulted me, under his breath and I took my duffel bag, taking a bag of chips out of my bag, throwing it towards him and he ripped the bag into a minute and he bit through a bunch of chips, the hunger finally showing in his eyes as I sighed and pulled a wrapped sandwich from my bag, and biting through it only to taste the too much cheese and for a moment, I felt like I was going to choke.
And it didn't take long for the empty chips bag to float in the water and I nudged him, "no littering. Didn't you hear about water pollution?"
"Yeah, straight edge bitches are the leading cause of pollution itself," Matt responded and I pushed him violently but his hand was gripping onto the edge of the completely cracked, brittle wood and as I let my hand glide into my freezing cold water, numbing my hand completely. Matt sighed, the softest sigh falling out of his pouty pink lips—those soft lips—and I shook my head, trying to forget about those soft, delicate and subtle pink lips as I looked away. The heat was unbearable and was making me think of things I'd normally not think of it at all.
The colors were fading off in the sky, the usual blue sky was streaking with gray and was it just my head or was it always like this and I'd just noticed the darkness that roamed through the skies? My stomach knotted acids and I knew that something bad was going to happen as he slipped into the water, running his fingers through the flesh of my leg as he pulled me down.
"Hardy!"
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing him close to me. "Don't you dare let go of me."
"You're like glue. I can't even if I tried."
Matt sighed softly as he stared down at the water, and I used the time to wrap my legs around his waist, not wanting for him to be able to shake me off at all and as Matt's eyes widened, he threatened to choke me to my death and I wouldn't care. Just not drowning. Anything but drowning. He ran his hand down my back, his hand soaked and cold, but it was refreshing and in a moment, his hands took my waist and he was pushing me off and as my body detached from his, mine fell down towards the cold black waters that engulfed me within seconds and I felt the acidic water rush to my throat, plunging me out of breath as I thought I saw a body move towards me, his hands reaching out for me as he took me into his long, arms and gripped onto me, and we reached out, gasping for breath, spitting out acid water but our throats still ached from the water's engulf.
"That is why I never ever want to learn how to swim. I could've died back there," I snapped at him and it took him moments to consume my words but he didn't move to take me towards the cracked wood that we practically lived and sheltered in now. "I could've died," I repeated but instead of being more forceful, my voice was slightly lower but had the edge that always came with it.
Matt slowly nodded his head and sighed, "I know you could've died but if you don't learn, we're both gonna die because of you. I can't always come out rushing to rescue you, that has more risk of both of us dying than me teaching you how to swim so shut up and take what I'm giving you because the only reason I'm doing this is because I can't watch anyone die. Even if it was a jerk who deserved to be dead."
"Whoa, your words hurt me," I rolled my eyes as he let his hands go away so that I was gripping onto the wood again as I pushed myself up. "I don't want another lesson in swimming because I didn't learn a damn thing."
"You learned that if you angry me, I'll choke and drown you alive!"
"Look, Punk, I need you to be my friend, just for until we're saved because we need to get along, we can't go off trying to kill each other because that way, none of us is going to get out of here without a scratch," Matt tried to reason with me. "Punk, I don't like you either but this is the only way out of this mess in the safest way possible and I'm taking it," there was an edge in his voice.
"Fine," I huffed, not liking the idea one bit and he'd known it from the look in my eyes, "but I'm not liking it one bit, Hardy."
"Ditto."
We stared at each other for what felt like forever until I felt hungry again and we had to eat dinner, skipping lunch was normal for me but the famished, ravenous look on Matt's face told me that he wasn't and as he reached out for food, I threw him a chocolate bar and it was gone within seconds, and I laughed, staring at the chocolate stains that remained close to his lips, covering the pinkness of his mouth so I leaned down and let my finger take the chocolate out of his mouth and he licked it off, taking my finger and sucking on the remains of chocolate, making my stomach slosh with disgust as I took my hand away from him when he was done and dipped it in the water.
"How are we going to bathe?" he asked, and as the thought crossed my head, my heart let off a bomb, exploding bits and pieces everywhere, and a blush crept onto my face, flushing into pieces and I shrugged my shoulders, "you know, if it continues to go this way, with you unable to swim, I'd have to hold you when you bathe."
I nodded my head, realizing that and bit my lower lip, now suddenly wanting to learn as quick as possible yet when I looked down at the cool water, my stomach sloshed and I knew that I'd rather have Matt holding me when I bathed than trying to learn how to swim in the deadly water and that angered him. Why did this have to happen to me? Why didn't it happen to Jeff—? Just then I realized how much I despised the Hardy Boyz, how lucky they were to be so close and how I wanted to sabotage their relationship until it was nothing and now, that I had Matt's 'friendship' I can use it to my advantage, can I? I can make him want to be my friend. I can make him like me in the course of this time and then, I can sabotage whatever was reforming of the Hardy Boyz.
He reached into my bag to get anything else and I let him take another bar of chocolate and he had gobbled it up within seconds which left him smiling at me as I leaned back to brush the chocolate off his face, I didn't know why I was so addicted to brushing things off his face I didn't know but my hands were working themselves and I couldn't stop them and as I let bits of the chocolate off his face cling to the surface of my flesh, he took my hand and started sucking as he did before and that still was a disturbing image in my head and as the board rocked a bit because of a sudden wave, he fell on top of me, his body pressing against mine as he continued to suck the last remainders of the chocolate that clung to my flesh and by that time, he realized his position, quickly moving away from me as I stared at him, still too disgusted. "Just keep your body fat off me, Hardy."
That night, I assumed my position, my head on top of Matt's stomach as he snored and shook in his sleep and I didn't notice that yesterday because yesterday, I had almost fallen asleep instantly but thoughts were biting the core of my brain. Would we ever get home? I decided calling them but I wanted battery and credit just in case they were a real emergency and we needed to get to them fast and now, as my head laid on his stomach, all I could think about was how peaceful and serene the ocean was at night.
The normal clear blanket of the ocean was now black, with hints of beautiful color in them, purple, blue and a lot of yellow and the night was cold even if the morning had burned us to nothing and as I felt Matt move slightly away from me, I thought about taping him to the board but all in all, the panic still resided inside of my too empty body. What happened if we didn't get home? Will I live here forever? If I had a family and knew what love or friendship or the feeling of being alive was, I wouldn't have panicked but since I knew none of this, I did. I panicked because my life could be over any second now and I had no control over it. I hated not having control.
But everything was too out of reach.
Everything was out of control.
End of chapter 2. Unsure where this is leading to so even I can't tell you what's going to happen next. I'd sure love some reviews! We need more Punk/Matt fluff…though I can't pretty much write fluff…I'll try. That's what I got a Jeffy muse for.
X Sam.
