A/N: So I have no idea where this story is actually going, so I'm just going to go where it takes me.

I started getting the munchies halfway through Adam's match. It wasn't fair – I hated coming down from a high. Everything was duller, everything was boring – all I wanted was a full pizza and a bed to sleep in.

I looked over to where Matt was flopping his hand for a tag. We made eye contact, and he smiled, so I turned my head, folding myself onto Adam while he waited for Chavo to come over.

"What are you doing?" Adam whispered, wiggling his fingers at his partner.

"Just... giving the crowd something to boo at." I grinned and kissed his cheek, turning his face to stick my tongue down his throat. I heard the chants begin; "Har-dy! Har-dy!" Only a couple of people added sucks at the end.

Chavo tagged Adam just as Jeff tagged Matt, and they went flying into the ring, knocking each other out the second they collided. Chavo was flipping out, like usual, but Jeff was pacing the ring, slapping his hands, pumping his fist, calling out his own name.

"Come on, baby, you can do it!" I bent over the top rope, listening to the whistles and cat-calls coming from behind me. "Get up, baby! Get up!"

Matt slowly rolled over, getting to his feet in that lame way of his where he sticks his ass in the air before anything else. I really had no idea what I saw in him sometimes. He was just a redneck from North Carolina.

I could really go a for a cheeseburger. And a milkshake.

"Krista!" Chavo hissed.

I turned back to the ring, blinking at Matt. He was ready to do a Twist of Fate on Edge, while Jeff bounced behind him, making several obnoxious noises.

Shit. I'd missed my queue.

I had to think quick, which was hard when your brain was a slowly melting ice cream cone. But I managed up something, standing on the bottom rope so I had better access at showing off my chest.

Matt frowned and put his hands down when I gestured to him.

I winked. "Come here."

Matt looked at Jeff, who was shaking his head vigorously, but Matt shrugged and grinned, meandering his way over to me.

"You look pretty strong out there, Hardy." I ran my finger down his chest.

"You don't look so bad yourself."

"That's where you're wrong, Hardy." I made eye contact with Adam over Matt's right shoulder. He was setting up for the spear in the corner, waiting discreetly instead of hopping up and down like a lunatic. "I am bad."

I grabbed the back of Matt's head and hopped down, smashing his forehead against the top rope. He reeled back and spun, just at the right moment for Edge to charge at him and take him down.

The crowd booed the loudest I'd ever heard them when the ref counted to three.


"You were... exceptional out there." Matt smiled at me, eyes twinkling. "Really. You were."

"Uh huh." I bit my lip, peeking around the corner to make sure no one was coming this way. It was blocked off, so no one could get through, but you never know who might just show up.

"Hey."

I turned my head when Matt's fingers lightly touched my chin, blinking up into his chocolate eyes. He was cute. Maybe that's why I liked him.

"You're really somethin' special to me, Kris." His fingers trailed down my neck, across my collarbone. "Can I tell you somethin'?"

I nodded dumbly. His hands were cold.

"I think..." He smiled at his fingers, his lashes blinking against his cheeks. "I mean... I love you."

Oh, Christ.

He looked up when I didn't answer, smiling slightly. "How do you feel about that?"

I couldn't feel anything. I was sobering up and desperate for a chocolate shake. So instead of saying something, I held his hand to my heart and moved up to kiss him.

That's when my cell phone went off.

I secretly thanked the heavens for whoever was calling me, stepping back from Matt to fish it out of my pocket. "Hello?"

"Hey, I'm in the car. You ready? I'm hungry."

Adam. Thank God. "Uh, yeah. I'll be right there."

"Nice save today, by the way." He hung up.

I let out the huge breath I'd been holding and snapped my phone shut, frowning at Matt apologetically. "I gotta get going. Nattie's ready. We're gonna head back to the hotel."

"Yeah, I gotta get out of here, too." Matt sighed and wrinkled his nose. "I don't know when Smackdown's tapin' with ECW again, but hopefully it's soon."

Yeah. Right. "Of course. I miss seeing you all the time."

"I know. Damn storyline with Adam." Matt's face darkened and he looked away.

I awkwardly shifted my feet. "Well... Guess I should go."

"Yeah." He swallowed, bending down to press a kiss to my mouth. "Be careful, sugar. I'll see you soon."

"Right."


The room smelled like sex and greasy food. Adam had promised me we could get cheeseburgers and shakes, but he said nothing about the ravishing that took place before hand. My food was cold, and my shake was melting, but watching Adam lie there on the bed, tangled in sheets, his hair curled and out of control, I decided it was worth it.

"How can you eat that and still be hot?" Adam shook his head, watching the TV blankly. "It doesn't make sense."

"I throw it up."

He widened his eyes and stared at me. "Do you really?"

I took another big bite, wrinkling my nose. "No."

He let out a sigh of relief. "Jesus. I was worried for a second."

"Adam Copeland? Worried?" I waved it away. "Ridiculous."

He grinned. "Yeah, it'd be ridiculous if it wasn't you." His hand found mine, squeezing it against the sheets. "You mean a lot to me, babe."

Hm. Where have I heard that before?

I let go of his fingers and picked up my shake, keeping my eyes on the television. "Let's watch something funny. Or scary. I'm in the mood for a scary movie."

"Okay." Adam shifted, leaning over me to grab the remote from the bed-side table. "You're thinking scary movie?"

"Yeah. Something I can snuggle up against you during."

"You can do that any time." He grinned and held up his arm, waiting for me to move against him. He closed it around me when I did. "You're warm."

"So are you."

Adam stopped clicking the channels and just watched me, his eyes turning a weird shade of green. "God, you're beautiful."

"Thank you. You're pretty handsome."

"You know, I haven't been this serious about a girl in a long time."

I licked my lips, hiding my smile as I looked away.

"You don't have to feel the same way." Adam started flipping channels again. "I just wanted you to know."

"No, no." I swallowed the lie. "I... I haven't been serious about a guy. Ever. So this is kinda new for me, and really... scary."

His smile stretched across his face, bouncing into a tiny smirk. "You don't have to be afraid."

"I know. It's just new to me, that's all."

Adam tossed the remote off the bed, rolling over so he enveloped me, his smiling face close to mine. "You know, we don't need a scary movie to get cuddly."

And when he started kissing me, going from my mouth to my jaw, to my neck and lower, I couldn't help but feel like... I don't know. Maybe it was something special with Adam. Just because I didn't feel the same way about Matt didn't mean I couldn't have serious feelings for Adam.

Or maybe I was still high.

A/N: Um, you can kinda see my biased. Edge beats everyone. Sorry, Matt Hardy. Review.