A couple weeks later, Tiffany's off day
She hadn't talked to Jeff in days, and Kirsten's still mad at her. Tiffany sighs, flopping down on her bed. Everything was getting difficult. Matt's still in jail, and Kirsten's upset that they won't let them talk to him. She threw a tantrum when they told her that they were moving him to a hospital. She hates them. Tiffany's parents put Kirsten in one because she was suicidal, and now Matt's in one. This just keeps getting better.
"Hey Tiff," Jeffrey walks up to the doorway, leaning on the frame. "You need to get out of bed" Tiffany rolls over on her back and stares at Jeffrey. "I was just out of it" The rookie rolls her eyes. "Yeah, to go to the bathroom... Nattie's getting worried about you and Kirsten has locked herself in her room again" Tiffany groans, sitting up. God, Kirs acts like a goddamned child sometimes. Tiffany slides off the bed, following Tiffany down the hall to where Kirsten's room was.
Kirsten
Her angry cries were muffled by her pillow, and tears of frustration streak her cheeks. A knock on her bed room door pulls her out of her misery. "WHAT?" She shouts, sitting up and glaring at the door. "Kirsten, sweetie, you need to come out of your room" It was Tiffany. Kirsten growls loudly. "GO AWAY!" "Kirsten-" "NO!" Kirsten makes her point by throwing her pillow at the door. Tiffany groans and slams her palm on the door. "Fine! Be an ass!" and with that, her sister is gone. Kirsten rolls her eyes, and just sits there, looking around her room. She grabs her photo album off the floor, opening it and flipping through the memories. Her eyes wander from each picture, as she remembers each and almost every fond memory. Shannon, Matt and her drinking beer at Christmas two years ago. Tiffany and her hugging on that same day, after she had given her sister the very first anti-Vince shirt. (Yes, remember the anti-Vince shirt? Kirsten designed it and Tiffany acctually needed it) Then there's a picture of Jeff and her drunkily passed out in the back seat of Matt's car. She giggles softly, remebering how depressed she was and how Jeff offered beer to help loosen her up.
Jeff was always there for her, so was Matt, Tiffany, and Shannon. She missed those days. The days of partying, drinking, passing out, and hanging out. When they could just be theirselves around each other. Before the relationships, and before the heartbreaks. Kirsten turns the page and comes across a picture of Jeff and Shannon kissing under the mistle toe. They had been so in love. What happened? Phil, is the answer. In the end, Shannon got his heart broken and Jeff left with Phil. Kirsten bristled. How she hated that annoying, straight edge asshole who thinks he's Jesus. Shannon was way better for Jeff, but then again, Shannon is better off with Eric (Young) anyway. Kirsten sighs loudly, flipping the page again and seeing Mark ('Taker) and Glen (Kane). The brothers of alchohol. Kirsten smiles, remembering how drunk the two would get, and then pass out on the bar floor. They were always fun guys to hang out with, even if they were old.
Another picture, Jason, Jake, Mike and John smiling, leaning against each other. Gosh, she remembers how Mike used to smile all the time, and he was so happy. Now that John and him broke up he's just so... sad. Jake, though, he was always sad until Jason entered his life. Sure they had their problems, but they still loved each other in the end and the fiasco on TNA only made them stronger. Kirsten smiles, and is soon drawn out of her memories by a knock on the door. "Hey Kirs, can I come in?" Jeffrey asks, leaning against the door frame out side the closed door slightly. "Sure" Kirsten says, leaving her photo album open on her bed to get up and unlock the door. She smiles softly as the door opens and Jeffrey walks in, closing it behind her. "What were you doing in here all alone?" Jeffrey asks as she sits down on the bed, next to Kirsten, who had seated herself in the exact same spot.
"I was going through my photo album" Jeffrey nods, peering over at the pictures, seeing the picture of the four men. Kirsten smiles, flipping the page to reveal a picture of her and Micheal. She grimaces and goes to turn the page when Jeffrey stops her. "Who's that?" the blonde asks, pointing to Kirsten's exhusband. "An asshole" Kirsten replys loudly. "WHAT?" Ken shouts from downstairs and both of the girls chuckle. "God, any use of that word and he thinks you're talking about him" Jeffrey nods with a smile, allowing Kirsten to turn the page. There was a picture of Tiffany, Jeff, Matt, and her. "Whoa, Jeff's in skinny jeans" Jeffrey says, pointing to Jeff, who is in fact in skinny jeans and a black Fozzy t-shirt. "Yeah, we were at a concert" "Which one?" Kirsten gulps, her eyes wandering to Matt. In the photo he's smiling and happy, oblivious to what happened later that night. "It was a..." Kirsten coughs. "Fozzy concert" "CHRIS JERICHO'S BAND?" Kirsten nods, wishing that she had known about Matt dating Chris at that time but she didn't. Jeffrey smiles. "That's awesome" Not as much as you think, Kirsten wished she could say but she holds her toungue.
Later that night
Kirsten had finally crept out of her room and was sitting on the couch when Jeff came through the door. He looked tired, and as soon as he dropped his bags, he ran and jumped on the couch. Kirsten looks over at him, an eyebrow raised. She didn't ask questions though, knowing what he was going through right now she just hushed up. So she gets up and moves over to him, standing beside him. "Jeff, sweetie," Kirsten shakes his shoulder. "You need to go to your bed, and not crash out here on the couch" He looks at her, a frown on his face. "Kirs, ah don't feel like movin'" Kirsten rolls her eyes, a soft smile on her lips. "Why not?" Jeff rolls over onto his stomach. "Ah don't fell good" "W-" "Matt's dead" Kirsten looks down at Jeff, who was now looking at her. His face is tear stained, and she just noticed he looked broken. Kirsten's whole body went numb and she sank to her knees at Jeff's side. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. It was a mantra that repeated in her head. This can't be happening, but it is.