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A Thick Line Between Love and Hate

Chapter Two: Reeking of Suckitude

(Jeff POV)

I sighed as RAW went on, grumbling about the matches as the went by. Especially Matt's. He threw me into the Hardy feud by telling Vince I knew about it, when in actuality, I was shocked when he attacked me with a steel chair. Beth stood behind me, massaging my shoulders. "Honey, relax."

"Yeah, Jeffro, cool the jets, man." Shane laughed as he returned with popcorn.

"I'll shove those jets straight up your ass!"

"Oooh, Beth, it looks like Jeff palys for both teams, if ya catch my drift."

"Shane, shut it and sit down." Beth sat beside me and smacked Shane in the shoulder. The doorbell rang and I got up to answer it.

Pulling open the door, I saw a blond woman standing there, a smile plastered on her face. "Hi, I'm Harmony Ikeson. Um, I'm new in town and wanted to meet the neighbors."

"Yeah, and you're the new chick on Smackdown. Um, come in." I let the woman in and as she thanked me, she moved into the living room.

"Do you mind if I look around?"

"Go ahead." Beth smiled. "I'm Beth."

"I'm Shane, single, handsome, and you know you want me."

"Sorry to disappoint, I don't date guys with bigger egos than Orton." She smirked as his face fell. Looking at the pictures on the a shelf. When she looked at one of Isabella and Shannon, she immediately picked it up. "Are these two dating? They seem so happy."

The picture was one Matt took a few years ago on the Fourth of July. Shannon had an arm around Isabella's waist, with her pulled to his side. They were both smiling and having a good time. "Oh, trust us, hell no. They hate each other. When that picture was taken, they were having an off day."

"Oh, well, that will make things so much more interesting." The blond chuckled.

Confused, I stood with my arms crossed over my chest. "Why do you say so?"

"They didn't tell you? They're in a storyline together, a romance storyline. I heard it through the grapevine, and you didn't hear this from me because Izzy's my fave Diva, and I don't want to her to hate me, but they have a kiss scene in a few weeks." Harmony stood for a moment, looking at us with knowing blue eyes.

"What!?" Shane yelled, spewing his Sprite over the carpet. "No way!"

"Uh, yes way." Harmony set the picture down and stood her ground.

"Um, Ms. Ikeson-"

"Harmony, call me Harmony, or Harm." Harmony stated. "And I know you may have trouble believing me, but just watch or ask them." Harmony nodded to Isabella and Shannon, who had just entered the room.

"Sorry, Jeff. Ogre over there locked me out of my house, so I locked him outta his."

"Wonderful. I can't deal with your bickering right now. Is it true!?"

"Is what true? Who's this? What the hell is going on?" Shannon asked.

"Well, you and Izzy are in a romantic storyline, that's Harmony, new chick on the street, and honestly, I have no fricken idea what the hell is going on." Shane answered.

"We were going to say something." Isabella sighed.

"When? When the entire WWE fell to pieces?" I asked.

"I believe the right demise would be when the WWE melted into masses of charred bodies, burning flesh with internal organs crackling over open fires engulfing the world as we now know it." Isabella gave a small smile. "Sorry, we really are Jeff."

"Okay. I just wanted to know if I should duck before coming to meetings."

"We'll act professional." Shannon added. He put an arm around Isabella and pulled her to his side. "Cuz, I just can't resist Izzyabells."

"One-Toothed Ogres are my best friends." Isabella remarked sarcastically.

"Oh my God, um, excuse me, Isabella? My name's Harmony, but you can call me Harm." Harmony greeted, sticking her hand out.

Isabella shook it and smiled. "I'm Isabella, but call me Izzy."

"Although, she gets pissed at 'Bella', 'Bellzy', or 'Izzyabells'. Only I call her Izzyabells." Shannon smirked. "I'm Shannon."

"Sweet." Harmony giggled. "Well, I should get going. Bye." She bounced out of the room.

"Great, a hyper neighbor, just what we all need." I mumbled.

"Oh well." Shannon replied, setting his bag down. He put a hand out towards Isabella, palm up and cleared his throat. "My keys."

"Give me mine and I'll give you yours." Isabella reasoned.

"Give me mine first." Shannon stated.

"Fine." She took the keys out and pressed them into his hand. In return, he handed hers back..

"Giving up so easily?"

"No, I just really need to get to bed." Isabella yawned as she gave me a quick hug, before hugging both Beth and Shane. "I'll catch y'all later." She smiled as she left the house and we were silent until we heard her truck drive off.

"Um, Shan, wasn't she your ride?" Shane asked as he headed out the door, a chuckle following.

Instantly, Shannon jumped up. "That witch!"

"Relax, man, stay here tonight." I offered.

"'Kay. My regular room, right?"

"No, Shannon, the linen closet." Beth retorted. He playfully flipped her off, a gesture she returned. "Yes, your regular room." She stuck her tongue out at him as he carried his luggage upstairs. As soon as she was sure he couldn't hear, Beth sighed. "You know what this means, right Jeff?"

"It means I should've moved to Canada when I had the chance."

Cocking an eyebrow at me, she asked. "What does Canada have to offer you?"

"Well, I'll live in a permanent snow globe, Adam's mom, Adam's mom's cooking, winter sports, etcetera." I replied.

"What? What's so special about Adam's mom and her cooking."

"Snow globes trap an object in a perfect world. Besides, have you ever met Adam's mom, her cooking rocks. Have you ever noticed how I've never driven a snowmobile?"

"Maybe because you've never been in an environment that required one." Beth stated, leading the way upstairs, to our bedroom.

"Because it never really snows here, and by the time I have time to buy one, it's spring and the prices skyrocket."

"Really?"

"Yes, Isabella tells me it's great."

"When did Isabella ever snowmobile?"

"Apparently she visits family in Wisconsin, which ironically, is where Harmony is natively from."

"Whatever." Beth has already changed into pajamas and has slipped under the covers. Joining her, I sigh.

"Seriously though, I'll have to lock myself into a tiny box made of sound-resistant, shatterproof glass."

"Mmhmm."

"Beth.?"

"…"

"Beth." I turn over to see her dozed off. Flopping back, I groaned. "This reeks of suckitude for reasons I cannot recall."

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