I'm finally done with my first ChipMUNK story. No! Sad, no? I just can't believe it. This morning, I had a nice warm cup of Cappuccino and was buzzing throughout class. X3. By the way, my Mattymuse & Jeffy are still fighting about a ruler!

ChapterThree:LifelessChildren

"I'm awake! I'm awake! I swear!"

Jeff's closed eyes slowly open as he's forced to stand up and walk towards the bathroom to take the bath in the usually cold water and when the water's warm, he smirks to himself. "The water's warm!"

Matt shakes his head, laughing. "Oh no! I might have to delay breakfast two hours!"

"I don't take that long in the bathroom!"

"Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

Just as Matt's about to walk off, Phil bumps into him, the damp hair falls onto Matt's clothing and Matt pulls back at Phil's giggling while Matt looks up and down Phil's frame as Phil hugs to his towel.

"You wear your towel like a girl."

"Jeff does it."

"Jeff's a girl."

"HEY! I heard that!" a sound of shampoo being spilled into Jeff's hair can be heard and Jeff's humming before Matt shakes his head and looks at Phil, who giggles as his hand grips tighter onto his towel.

"When you're done showering, heat up your own food!"

"Matty, you know I hate pushing buttons on that tiny microwave with a new manicure!"

Matt shakes his head and looks back at Phil, 'if you hang out with Jeff, you're gonna go to the mall a lot."

"Does he wear a bra?"

"If I let him, he would."

Phil laughs once more, his bubbly laughter, 'I like Jeff. He's fun."

"You should go back to your room and change," and Phil does just that, walking towards the room and changing from his clothing, stripping out of some and wearing some, like a second skin, and after about fifteen minutes, he's finally decided on what clothes he wants to wear before he goes downstairs and he sees that he and Matt are the only one there and that causes Phil to feel uneasy as he sits down. Phil takes a spoon and takes a spoonful of cereal, feeling the cold milk rush to his mouth, he smiles at the taste of food and he feels as if it won't go on for long.

Phil sits down and takes a taste of cereal.

"So, today, Jeff and I are throwing a party. Just stay in your room."

Phil's eyes lock with Matt's. "Of course, because you don't trust me around people and think I'll give them an STD."

"Don't start with me, Phil…"

Matt's eyes turn dangerous and Phil just sighs before he takes another spoonful of cereal. "I just don't understand why you mistrust me so bad. I mean, Jeff, you trust, so well. But me…"

"Jeff's my brother. Don't you dare compare your rights to his."

"Apparently, to Vince, I am your brother."

"Phil…don't make me throw you out of this house right now…"

Just then, Jeff steps into the room and both of them go very silent as they scarf down their food and Jeff sits down, taking a bowl of hot milk and cereal from Matt. "What'd I miss?" he says to them both but none of them speak, too furious. "I swear I didn't do anything!"

Matt grunts. "It's nothing about you, Jeff. It's about one ungrateful little-"

"I'm not ungrateful! I just want some rights. I've been living outside for years on end and I've starved for more than two days and barely have water, so don't you dare call me ungrateful!" Phil screams, his voice high-pitched.

"Rebellious princess."

Jeff holds a hand onto Phil's shoulder, 'Matty, don't be so-"

"You're on his side, too?"

"Why are you so against me?" Phil's voice is weak and brittle.

"I'm not against you! I'm the one who gave you a home and I expect you to follow the rules!" that makes Phil's face turns paler even more, despair burning into his face. "Oh no, don't you come crying around just because you can't handle-"

Jeff stares up at Matt. "You're as emotionless as he is, Matty. He's just a child. He doesn't know how we live! You're not supposed to do this to him! Come on, Phil, let's go!"

Matt watches as both of them walk off.

A bang of regret fills him.

Why are you so…like this?

"Is this where you go to everyday?"

Phil and Jeff are in H&M, Jeff looking at skirts with various men staring at him and Jeff nods his head. "Oh yes, I love coming here. Come on. Let's get you your own clothes, Phil!" Jeff pulls out a green top and pulls it against Phil's chest, scanning it, "no. No. You look like a tree, Philly."

Phil stands next to Jeff, looking through articles of clothing.

"So, any advice for what should I wear?"

Jeff stares at Phil and then nods his head. "Yeah, there are major things you have to learn, Phil. I know that you've been living on the streets so I'll forgive you for not knowing these things. Consider yourself lucky."

Phil giggles. "Okay…so what should I learn, oh mighty Jeff?"

"Your hair's still growing, barely, and since you're eating more, it's glowing nicely. Sadly, I like your hair just at your shoulders so I'll take you for a cut every four weeks and we need to switch shampoos and get a hair treatment for you since your hair looks very dry right now. And if you insist on wearing hair extensions, don't just slap them on like tape. Okay?"

Phil digests the information then nods his head. "Kay. Anything else?"

"Oh, there's a lot more." Jeff holds onto Phil's shoulder and smirks. "I'm turn you into a model by the time I'm done with you, Phil."

"Should I be scared?"

"You should be…" Jeff looks into Phil's eyes. "Okay, I need to get you black eyeliner and silver eye shadow. A lot of green and purple, maybe even metallic blue…but no pink. Okay? Pink doesn't look good with eyes that intense. And yellow. Yellow will make due…depending on what you wear…what do you think, Phil?"

"You're right. I should be scared." Phil giggles. "I like green."

"Yeah, green is nice."

"Reminds me," Jeff twirls a strand of Phil's hair in his finger, 'you should never, by God, bleach your hair without me. I cannot let you suffer such a fashion mistake. If you're bleaching your hair, you need to see a fashion expert, need to change your entire wardrobe and make up."

"I'm not bleaching my hair. That's final."

"You're just saying that to avoid me dragging you around, no?"

Phil nods his head. "Is it that obvious?"

Jeff laughs and nods his head. "I don't blame you. Matty's the same way when I tell him that I want to go shopping. Usually, he says no. And—oh, Phil," Jeff pulls out a pair of underwear from the men's section, 'this is very tasteful, no?"

"Jeff!" Phil's cheeks turn pink.

"Oh, come on, try it on!"

"No!"

"For me?"

"No!"

Jeff holds onto Phil's arm and drags him to the stall anyways, throwing Phil and the piece of clothing inside, shutting the door. "Sorry, Phil, I didn't hear you complaining."

"Jeff, I will look horrible!"

"I don't make that type of mistake! I know what's good on you and what's not. The only few differences between you and Matt is that you're thinner and have olive eyes."

"Jeff…I'm having trouble…"

Jeff opens the door and steps inside, locking it and then looking at Phil, taking in Phil's form in the underwear, he smirks. "I love it."

Phil's cheeks go brilliant pink as he looks away, 'I don't. It bothers me."

"That's 'cause you've never worn professional underwear until now! I'm buying this. Now take it off."

"How do you take off professional underwear?"

Jeff sighs and tries to pull down the tight underwear off Phil and as Jeff slides down along with the article of clothing, his head gets buried towards Phil's ass and Jeff giggles. "Damn, this is so not the time for me to get hard."

"Jeff?"

Jeff pinches Phil's ass, causing him to grunt as he shifts and looks down at Jeff who giggles before standing up. "I'd go on but we got a lot of shopping to do! There's basically no time and Phil—?"

"Hmm?"

"Nice ass."

After shopping for about three more hours and buying enough clothing for Phil to last a lifetime and not to mention, the too much supplies of body and hair care products, Jeff stops towards their final destination.

Phil's eyes widen. "Hell no!"

"You're getting out of this car right now, Brooks and you're following me, understand? I'm doing this because I care."

A salon.

That's the last thing Phil wants to see.

In moment's time, Phil's sitting down as his hair's being snipped and Jeff is instructing the woman before turning to Phil. "I just need to give you some shape. I like your hair too but it's so…shapeless."

Jeff's eyes trail up and down Phil's body. "And…"

"Oh no."

"Oh yes."

It's only after moments after the lady's done with Phil's hair and Jeff runs his hand through the as he'd guessed dry hair, but he'd fix that soon enough and Jeff drags Phil towards a stall, standing beside him.

"Okay…so you have sensitive skin, no? If you feel any pain, just hold onto my hand."

Jeff pulls out his hand towards Phil's as they wax Phil's legs. And when she starts, his hand instantly grips tight onto Jeff's. "I swear…this isn't necessary…"

"I like the length of your legs and the feminineness of it. Shut up and take it like a man!"

"A man who now has a makeup bag."

"Phil!"

"Owie!"

"She's almost done!" Jeff explains, sitting down and letting Phil grind his hand into pieces. "Let's talk. That'll ease your pain."

"Fine."

"You're gonna be wrestling with some pretty mean people but I know a lot of them that are sweet. I know you're gonna be amazing friends with a guy named Evan Bourne. Me, you, Evan and John should go out! I mean…like hang out. Watch a movie…"

"I thought you were gonna throw a party tonight."

"We are!" Jeff smiles his too warm too sweet smile. "I know Matt won't let you around but I'll keep you company."

"Don't you just love parties?"

"I do. But you're my friend." Jeff's smile turns sweeter. "Besides, I can finish making you into a model. And get up, Phil. We need to go home and…I just have bought the cutest thing for you to wear!"

"You are such a girl."

"You are too. I got you makeup!"

The two skip off towards the car, Phil's just happy to be leaving while Jeff has other plans for the straightedge vixen…

"Stop moving, Phil!"

Jeff's standing in the shower, scrubbing the skin of Phil's back while Phil shifts around and Jeff sighs, holding onto Phil's shoulder. "There. Done. Finally." Jeff puts the object down and looks at Phil. "There, touchable smooth skin."

Phil giggles.

"I'd fuck you but I'm so damn tired."

"Amen."

Phil remembers Matt and he can already hear the beat of the music while Jeff smirks. "Come on, I wanna show you something…"

"NO!"

"Come on, Philly, please!"

"NO! I look like an idiot!"

"SHOW ME!"

Phil steps out of the bathroom, now in a very tight, very lacy, very show off black dress with pink ribbons and white lace, his hair adorned by a headband with cat ears and black gloves and Jeff smiles, wearing identical clothes to Phil but instead of gloves, he had a cat nose. "You're joking, right, Philly? You look amazing! My feline friend!"

Phil flushes and looks into the mirror and twirls around. "Tight dress."

"I know. I bought it a size too small 'cause I like tight stuff and show off that perfect skin. You went through all that torture and you're not showing off? What kind of an idiot are you?"

Phil shakes his head, a grin smeared across his face.

Matt steps inside of the room, 'Jeff, keep Phil—"his eyes go up and down Phil and Jeff's clothing. "You two are going to bring the death of me…"

Jeff flashes two tiny white papers. "Remember when I went through those last two boring poem reading sessions with you? You owe me!"

Matt sighs. "I hate you."

"I love you, too, Matty," Jeff smiles and Matt steps out, shutting the door behind him while Jeff giggles and looks at Phil. "There's this one system with Matt. If I do things like go to poetry readings with him or do a chore I don't normally do, like clean the attic or basement, then I get a slip that says that I have one thing I can do. Usually, it's dressing up so…"

Phil holds onto his head. "You are one odd family."

"I know but you love us anyways."

A knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Jeff asks.

"It's Randy Orton!"

"Does Matty know you're upstairs?"

"No."

"Okay, come in!"

Randy steps inside and his eyes are right away glued to Phil, 'whose your insanely hot friend, Jeff?"

"Fuck off, Randy, he's my brother."

Oh right, the WWE thing.

"How old?"

"Thirty one."

"Hardy twins!" A moment later, Randy's 'mannequins' as known by the WWE universe walk inside, Cody and Ted, both dressed to match in black and when both of them look at Phil and Jeff, eyes trailing.

Randy chuckles, looking from Cody and Ted, to Phil and Jeff. "Hey, boys, I'm trading you! I'll have these two instead!"

"Hey!" Cody exclaims. "Not fair!"

"Yeah!" Ted agrees.

They both cross their arms across their chest, with the same angry look and Phil laughs. "Are they always this way?"

Jeff nods his head. "Just wait until we got to McDonald's. They will put down their food at the same time, drink the same time, wipe their mouths the same time…it's almost like they both have the same mind."

"We don't!" Ted and Cody both chime in.

"See?" Jeff giggles. "Randy, I know that look on your face. Sorry, you're not getting lucky tonight with either of us."

"Oh, rebellious princesses, aren't we?"

"Sexy rebellious princesses." Jeff corrects him, holding onto Phil's shoulder and bringing him close. "He's going to join the WWE."

"He doesn't seem the wrestling type."

"Neither did I when I first came in."

"You still don't look like it."

"Hey!"

When they hear the door being opened, Randy takes Jeff's hand and runs towards the bathroom door, Ted and Cody hiding under the bed while Phil takes the nearest thing towards him, the radio and opens it to a song while Matt opens the door. "Hey," Matt starts, sitting down besides Phil. "Sorry for being so…you know—an ass earlier."

Phil shakes his head. "It's okay." It isn't but he doesn't want Matt to stay in any longer.

"The fact is…" Matt pulls Phil towards his lap, running his hand through his side, 'I don't like anything happening to you down there. They get drunk and they bed you and—"

"They get an STD because of me," Phil whispers.

"No, no, then you'll get hurt…and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Prove it." With eyes shining too sadly, Matt takes Phil's chin and leans down to kiss him, Phil groans into that kiss but he pulls away. What about Jeff? No, I can't do this. "Matt, I can't—"

Before Matt can react, he hears something crash down into the bathroom and trying to be shushed whispers as Matt pushes Phil off his lap and opens the door of the bathroom to find Randy and Jeff onto the floor, 'hey, Matty…it's not what it looks like…"

Matt's head is about to explode. "Jeffery. Nero. Hardy."

"It's not what it looks like! Honest!"

"I don't want to hear it! You know you're not supposed to hook up with that horndog, all he wants to do is get into your pants-"

"I'm wearing a dress-"

"JEFF!" Matt twists to see Ted and Cody trying to leave the room, 'and you two…" then his eyes go towards Phil's eyes, filled with sorrow. "You tell me that I don't trust you! It's because I can't trust you! You're just a kinky slut, no?"

"Matt!" Phil screams in desperation as he watches Matt walk out of the room, leaving Phil there, in shambles. And like lifeless children, Phil and Jeff just stare, waiting for a word…but nothing fills the air. Nothing.

X3. I like doing this. I can make huge chapters with no problem.

Anyways… reviews are much appreciated, my lovelies.

X Sam.