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10 glances – phil brooks x matt hardy – wrestling – theme #2 (singing in the rain)

He was so beautiful, singing in the rain.

He twirled, his hair drenched and soaked his face so very quickly and Matt wanted to touch his forbidden love, but he couldn't and now, he stood there, with Jeff and Shannon, watching as Phil danced around in the rain, his body was soaked with water and his eyes glowing ever so softly.

Matt just stared.

He took a glance at Jeff who wasn't amused and he told Matt to move away so they could go to the damn café in peace but Matt couldn't help but glance once more at his sweetheart, the ravenette that continued to sing in high-pitched voice.

He then was ready to walk off but Jeff had pitched in suddenly.

"Hey, straight edge bitch, 'Jeff called out, walking towards Phil after the rain had stopped and Phil was tugging at his jacket now, glaring at Jeff with all seriousness and Matt followed and just as they got there, Jeff examined Phil's clothes, black CM Punk t-shirt that he'd worn too often. Phil was wearing his wrestling trunks and boots. "What in hell's name were you doing?"

"None of your business, 'Phil snapped.

"Hey, no one talked like that to my brother, 'Matt chimed in, as the story went this way, and Phil and Matt stared at each other with anger as Matt slapped Phil, hard, making Phil jump on top of them, both of them viciously topping each other as Jeff helped—Phil? Tearing Phil away from Matt's grip. "Matt, don't be mean." Jeff was suddenly—sweet? Loveable? Matt didn't know.

He took glances from Phil to Jeff.

That could've been them.

Jeff winked over at Matt and took Phil away, apparently, to the café that they were supposed to go to and later on that day, Matt got a message from both Jeff and Phil when he'd woken up from sleep.

Jeff's message was plain and simple.

Hey, Matt, I think he believed my trick. I dunno. I just thought of it. I'll show him how heartbreaking dating a Hardy can be. I love you. -Jeff

Then Phil's message had reached him.

I can't believe it, Matt. He's acting all nice…but I like you more. I know I do. Meet you tonight XOXO Phil.

Phil had always hated the X's and O's but when Matt had said they liked him, Phil started sending messages with that before he signed it as his.

Matt heard Phil walk in and he saw the boy's body, vicious and sexy, and Phil's clothes were off in a moment as Phil jumped Matt, both of their lips entangling onto each other as Matt ran his hand down Phil's back. "Did-"a kiss met them, breaking Matt's words, 'I ever tell you you're… beautiful?"

Phil stared at him for a moment. "No."

"You are, 'Matt went back to kissing him, making his way towards Phil's neck, a moan escaped from Phil's lips and before Matt could go further, he stopped. "Phil…is there something behind this? Are we just fucking each other or are we friends or what?"

"Friends," Phil breathed out.

"Friends don't fuck each other."

Phil blinked, and nodded his head, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hot skin turned colder with the room temperature and Matt kissed the back of his neck, 'I'm sorry…but if this is all we're going to be then I don't want to be this way."

Phil twisted his body towards Matt. "Are we enemies? Or friends? Or more than anything of that?"

"I dunno." Matt sighed. "I just know that since we'd gotten together 'til now, I felt so damn dirty. As if we didn't belong together. Oh Phil, I didn't know what made me feel this way but I do. I love these nights but I don't want a fuck buddy."

Phil's eyes went down towards Matt's face. "Is this all a joke? The same day that Jeff fucking Hardy flirts with me is the day you break up with me…are you working on his favor?"

"No!" Matt said, offended, his brown eyes pulsing with horror.

Phil stared at him, letting a soft groan escape his lips before he stood up and then pounded his fists into the bed, 'why does it all have to be this way?! I just want it to be okay! Why is it all falling apart…?"

Matt lifted Phil's chin, 'how can it fall apart when it was never there?"

Phil's heart wrenched with horror as he watched Matt fix his clothes and change them before he stepped out and Matt had forgotten his soiled clothing of that day and Phil brought them towards his chest, pressing it against him. "The stains of my blood…" Phil said, closing his eyes to himself, 'why do you want to hurt me, Matty…?"

He wears the clothing and steps outside into the cold rain and even if no one's there, he imagined Matt in front of him before he danced around. In a purple wife beater and dark purple pants with the Hardy sign just fucking everywhere, he danced, pretending that Matt was holding onto him, the rain fell heavily…

He stopped in a moment and took a glance up at the black sky and he could see a glisten of a sparkle. He looked down but glanced up again and the sparkle was glistening brighter. Matt was watching.

A simple was on Phil's face.

Matt stared out of his hotel room. He could still see the shiny purple of his pants and wife beater, and a smile was on his lips, a sad smile. He looked away when Jeff told Matt on how much he had confused Phil today and how funny it was but Matt took one more glance at Phil as he walked back into the hotel.

"Mi corazón." (1) Matt smiled, remembering the line from a movie he'd watched last week. A flood of warmth coming back to him.

"Matt? Are you even listening?"

"Yes, Jeff, I am."

He blew it big time. He made Phil believe that there was no spark when Matt was trying to say that their relationship wasn't as developed as it should be. But they were just friends, no? Phil even put it that way. Just friends. Nothing more. Nothing would ever be more for them.

He sighed as he let the image of his dancing ravenette splash across his memory.

(1) In Spanish, it means my heart.

ChipMUNK = Cute, no? X3. Oh, & Jeff will be a lot better in the next chappie! PROMISE!

I have to finish this challenge fast. 'Cause I feel as if I'm writing badly. XP.

X Sam.