slashdlite, yep, looks like it :P LegacyChick, sorry. This wasn't supposed to take as long as it did (winces) Esha Napoleon, thank you, XD. arya131, updating :D Thank you. AnonymousPunk, I know (grins mean-like) Sorry, XP. RRatedauthor, hehe, I must be getting old as well. I only knew about the song thanks to my 11-yr-old brother shamefully, lol. redsandman99, thanks as always, read on :D NeroAnne, I dunno what the secret is. Maybe Jeff has the ability to look hott as sin, even when JoMo is all dolled up and Jeff looks like trash simply b/c it's Jeff Hardy, XP. I knows I'm evil :P Hopefully I am loved anyways, XD. Seraphalexiel, hehe, curse Mor and his ability to make incredibly sexy people feel ugly :P But, Mor stripping is hott. Jeff stripping, also hott. They should have a strip off.. (ponders) Dark Fae Angel, (giggles) I said I didn't have a stripper pole for the scene.. but I guess I lied. Randy and Addy did just fine as stripper poles, XD. P.S. (applauds) Yup, I do.
Forever Broken;
Chapter seven/ 'Deceiving Looks'
Rated; M/ L, S (consensual, oral, anal, fisting)
(Adam's POV)
I let out a tired breath, letting my eyes scan the dance floor. I wish Jeff would get back. Jay and Chris are playing a drinking game on Chris' break and Mor's out of it, Miz has vanished into thin air, and Randy I think found someone to occupy his time. I'm bored. It crosses my mind that it isn't boredom, I just miss Jeff. I like being around him and maybe it's because I really like him. But, I push that aside.
"Awe, you cheating asshole! That's not fair!" Chris shrieks, slapping his hand down on the table.
Jay laughs loudly as I sigh and shake my head. "Drink, Irvine. You know the rules." Jason reminds.
"Fuck your rules, Reso! Imma be drunk. I can't be drunk, I hafta preform!" Chris protests, his voice rising above the music.
"Shut up, moron, you're going to have the whole place staring at us." Jay mutters.
"I work here! I can be as loud as I want!" Chris yells.
"Cannot!"
"Can too!"
"Cannot!"
"Can. Too."
"Can. Not."
"Can too, can too, can too.. too too too!" Chris shouts. I sigh again and look down at my watch. "Too." Chris repeats childishly.
Jay is silent for a second. "Cannot." He says, laughing as Chris kicks the table and makes this irritating as fuck whining sound.
You know, I've never personally asked.. but, I wonder who exactly the so-called bottom is in Mike and Chrissy's relationship. Not that it really matters... per se.. just.. They both are so childish and whiny.
"Fuck you, Reso.. I'm going back to work." Chris huffs, causing the chair to screech as he gets up. "Good day!"
And loud.
"Hey, Adam, is that Jeffers over there?" Jay points out.
"Oh, shit." I curse, looking to where he was pointing at.
Hunter has him in his grubby mitts and is being a royal ass I can tell. Hunter isn't a too bad guy most of the time.. Not at all a saint either.. Far from it. He's just a fucking asshole who thinks he can boss around the smaller boys and get what he wants. He likes to take advantage of them and make them feel like shit afterwards. Typical asshole. And that typical asshole has his hands on Jeff. I ignored that angry feeling that went through me and got up. Setting Mor's head down in Jay's lap and making my way over to them.
"Come on, doll face, we could have fun." Hunter cooed in his usual condescending tone.
Jeff shakes his head and tries to pull free. "I want to get back to my friends, lemme go."
"Hunter." I greet, giving the long-nosed male my smuggest grin. Upon a closer look I see that Jeff looks like he's about to faint. He's pale and there's this frightened look that stares out from his emerald eyes that makes my heart tighten in my chest.
Hunter scoffs at me. "What the hell do you want, Copeland?"
"That." I say calmly as I point at Jeff.
"Oh, no. You got your own little slut boy-toy. I want this one." Hunter proclaims, pointing to himself.
I resisted the urge to growl at him. Fat chance if he thinks that. "Well, see, it's not that simple, Hunt. See, this one is Matt Hardy's brother. Y'know, the Matt Hardy who's dating my adorable baby brother. That Hardy. And I wouldn't shame to hurt my adorable baby brother by letting you sink your claws into this one."
Jeff looks over at me. His eyes are wide and he is panting heavy as he struggles in Hunter's grip. The poor thing looks traumatized and looks like he's silently pleading with me to save him.
Hunter snorts. "I'm not scared of Matt Hardy, or you, Copenhagen."
"You'd better be scared of me, Hemslut." I literally jerk Jeff out of his grip and pull him close to me. Jeff buries his head down in my shoulder. He is shaking like a fucking leaf in my arms.
Hunter sighs dramatically. "Fine. Take your little cumslut, see if I care." He brushes us off as he leaves.
I watch him heatedly, muttering under my breath. "Stupid prick.. Are you okay, Jeff?" I asked, taking his head in my hands and looking him over. Jeff nods and coughs. "Good, I'd hate to have to kill that guy." I stopped and pondered that as I led Jeff back to the table. "Well, maybe I wouldn't hate it."
"Can we just go, Adam, please." Jeff asks smally.
I look down at the smaller man, Jeff's hugging himself tightly and biting the holy fuck out of his bottom lip. "You're not gonna let that nut-sack get to are you? He's just an asshole who's full of hot air. I promise he's not gonna bother you anymore."
"Look, I just.. please.. I hate to be a bitch, I'm just not feeling well.. and I'd really like to go now." Jeff looks up at me. "Please."
I sigh and wrap my arm around his shoulder as he walk back to the table. "You're not being a bitch, Jeff. I'll take you back home."
--xx--
I wish Randy had not bailed on me. God, remind me to kick his damn ass. I'm glad Jeff didn't get shit faced and could walk. Because I had to fucking carry Johnny, and Mike couldn't bail on work, neither could Chris, and Jay got a call from Matt saying he'd be home in 30 minutes. So Jay stayed with Mike and Chris and opted to have Matt pick him up on his way through to home since it's on the way. Also Jay wanted to see Chris perform so he could boo and act like a royal ass because that's what those two do to each other. Mike/Chris/Jay; dysfunctional relationship if anything.
Jeff holds the door as I carry Mor inside the house. "Thanks, Jeff.." I grunted. "Y'know, he dun look like much, but he's heavy as hell to carry when I'm tired."
Jeff giggles and shuts the door back. That's when I realize I am so tired that I fucking said that out loud. Oops, oh, well.
"Come on, Addy, he's a toothpick. He can't be that heavy." Jeff smiles as I sit Mor down on the couch.
Johnny murmurs something in his sleep and rolls over to snuggle into the cushions.
"Looks can be deceiving." I say quietly, watching Mor as he sleeps. Jeff goes quiet for a second.
"Yeah, they can, I guess." He mutters.
I look over at him, he's playing with his jacket sleeve. His head bowed down, and his bottom lip is sticking out some. 'Who hurt you, Jeff..? Someone did. Someone broke your heart, didn't they?' I ponder to myself. 'Who broke you like this?'
"You hungry, Jeff? I can make us something. I'm a good cook." I smile, putting on my best faux arrogance.
Jeff looks up at me sadly and shakes his head. "Imma go to bed, okay, Addy?"
"Oh, okay then." I sigh inwardly. I really don't want him to go. But, I don't tell him that as I watch him head to the stairs.
"Night, Addy." He sighs, turning his back to me and bounding up them.
"Night, Jeff." I sigh outwardly that time, redirecting my gaze to Mor as I shake my head. I dread getting him up the stairs. I should just fucking leave him.
--xx--
(Jay's POV)
The night carried on as usual. Only without Adam here to nudge me in the ribs and roll his eyes as I booed Chris from the front.. uh.. row.. His band performed on the small stage as usual. I won't lie, they are pretty damn good. And Chris can sing. Again I won't lie. But, antagonizing him is fun. Makes me laugh to see him try and control his twitches on stage. Usually he'll glare down at me between a song and mouth the words 'fuck you, Jay,' only to me. I feel special. Miz took me to the side after the set. His big child-like blue eyes full of concern. It sorta worried me. Mike's true identity is always masked with his pseudo arrogance that I have came to know and loathe. But, this time he looked genuinely worried about something.
"What is it, Mikey? Sheesh, can't you see I'm booing your boyfriend?" I said, nodding towards the stage.
"That's what you always do. It gets old, Jason. Really, REALLY old." Mike crossed his arms. His eyes got really wide on that second 'really'.
"Really?" I yawned. It wasn't an insult, I am really tired.
Mike's hands went down to rest on his hips. "Yeah, really."
I rolled my eyes. "Is there a point to this obnoxious back and forth?" I looked at my watch. "Matt will be here any second to pick me up, and really I just wanna get home and get to bed.."
Mike sighed before blurting out, "I heard Jeff yelling at Matt in the bathroom before the whole Adam saving Jeff from Hunter deal went down."
I dropped my arms to my sides. "How'd you know about that?" I asked pertaining to the Jeff being saved from Hunter by Adam deal.
"Chrissy told me." He said innocently.
What a loud mouth bastard. "So?"
"So?" He repeated. "I heard Jeff from inside the stall before he nearly plowed over me. He was screaming at Matt, telling him he fucked him up, and to 'stop it', and then it went on the lines of 'fuck you, Matt. Fuck you.' I dunno," Mike scratched the back of his neck and looked up at me. "I figured he was on the phone with him or something and they were arguing."
"And you got nosy?" I smirked.
Mike slouched and sighed. "No, I was just curious.."
"Same thing." I snorted.
"No. I was just wondering if they were fighting. I just thought you should know so you could maybe talk to Matt about it. I thought the whole point of Jeffers being here was for Matt to.. y'know.. reconcile with his brother.. I was trying to be a good friend, and you really don't have to bite my head off for it. You know what? Forget I said anything, I gotta get back to work." Mike glared at me then turned to walk off.
I sighed, now I felt bad. "Stop, Mike.. Um.." I shook my head as Mike turned back to me. "I'm sorry, okay. I don't know, I'll talk to Matt later on and find out. All I know is that Matt and Jeff's relationship has been rocky since Matt left for college." Or so that's what Matt tells me. I really don't know why their relationship went to shit. I've tried various times to get that out of Matt, but he always shrugs my attempts off.
Mike nodded. "I need to get back to work now."
I nodded back and watched him leave. Letting out a yelp as someone's forearm clubbed me in the back of the neck. Not hard enough to hurt me though. The next thing I knew I was in a headlock.
"You think you're so damn funny, huh, Jason?" Chris taunted as he swung me around, his arm wrapped around my throat. It's just Chris being an asshole.
"I'm a better comedian than you are a singer." I managed to get out as I held his arm away from my throat.
"Bullshit. You wish you had a voice as rich and as smooth as mine." He shoved me away.
I cleared my throat and straightened up. "And you wish you had a figure as tight and taut still as mine." I taunted, running my hands along my chest, stomach and hips. Flaunting a little too flamboyantly for him.
Chris snarled his nose and gave me a disgusted face. "Ugh, puke-a-docious. How does Hardy even stomach you, you parasitic tapeworm?"
I scoffed at him. "Matty lurvs what I'm working with, Chrissy. I should ask you how Mike gets past your muffin top."
Chris folded his arms. "Fuck you, Jay-Jay."
"Fuck you, Chrissy."
"Fuck you more."
"Fuck you more."
"Fuck you the mostest."
"Fuck you to infinity."
This went on for a couple of minutes. Then I got bored and scoffed again.
"Whatever." I turned and walked away, not giving him a chance to retaliate. Me and Irvine have always been like that, neither wanting to give the other the last word and yet both craving to have the last word. We get on Adam's nerves. Poor Adam, it's fun to watch him twitch.
--xx--
Matt showed up as he said he would and we headed home. The car ride home provided no clue as to if him and Jeff were arguing over the phone during Jeff's bathroom break adventure. Matt mostly just vented about work and his damn boss and the usual shit. I listened sympathetically. Shaking my head and telling him how bad certain stuff sucked and that it'd be okay and that his boss really needed to be shot and buried in an unmarked grave. You know, just being a good boyfriend. After he cooled down I saw my chance to ask him about Jeff.
"So.. me and Mike were talking a little while ago." I started.
"Uh-oh." Matt grinned. "That's never good, Jay."
I rolled my eyes. "No.. He says he heard Jeff yelling at you in the bathroom from behind a stall, then he says Jeff almost ran over him as he exited. Were you, uh.. talking on the phone with Jeff tonight?" I asked.
Matt was staring at the road, he looked perplexed, his eyebrows furrowed at the question. Matt then shook his head.
"No. I haven't talked to Jeff all night and he hasn't called me. I don't think. My phone was turned off for awhile, he could've left a voice mail.. but, I dunno why he'd be yelling at me. Unless he's still upset over Thanksgiving." Matt handed me his phone from its case.
I checked it for him. "Nope. He hasn't called." I responded, flipping it back shut.
"Hm.. that's odd. I don't know why Jeff would be yelling at me in a bathroom stall. What did Mike say Jeff said?" Matt asked curiously, glancing over at me then back at the road.
"Just 'stop it'.. 'fuck you'.. Mike says he thought you two were fighting over the phone or something like that." I replied, looking downward.
Matt cleared his throat casually, looking a little over the dashboard as we pulled in the drive-way. "Maybe Mike was drunk tonight and just imagined hearing Jeff yell at me."
"No. Mike wasn't drunk, Matt. Mike was working, he's not allowed to drink on the job and his shift hadn't ended yet. He looked really intrigued and worried when he told me about it, which you know Mizanin; he's oh, so helplessly trapped in his pseudo arrogance. If it wasn't something he was really concerned about, he'd of just over-looked it." I explained as we both got out and Matt locked the car up.
"Well, I don't know, Jay-Jay." Matt said, unlocking the house door. "I really haven't talked to Jeff all night. If he was yelling at me, it wasn't directly to me. Jeff has a nasty habit of muttering to himself and screaming at invisible people in his head. I mean, I love my brother, but he's a real nut-job at times." Matt explained, motioning me inside and shutting up and relocking the door. He said it with a smile and good-naturedly at least. "And we haven't been on the best of terms in years. So, I guess, yeah, he's pretty damn angry at me. He's probably holding a hell of a lot of that anger inside. Coming back here is probably helping him to release some."
I nodded and followed Matt upstairs, standing in the doorway as Matt flopped down on the bed and removed his shoes. "Yeah, probably. Eh, maybe you're right; Mike either imagined it, or Jeff was just upset and letting off steam when he thought he was alone. I'm not going to worry about it."
Matt had gotten up and walked over to me whilst I was talking. He smiled warmly at me before wrapping his arms around me and jerking me close. "That's my boy."
I smiled back as I felt Matt press his warm mouth to mine. Kissing me lovingly before just holding me close.
I guess it made sense. Jeff was getting all worked up anyhow watching Mor dancing with Adam.. or Mor dancing around Adam more-or-less. The poor kid didn't seem too happy about it. I swallowed a chuckle. I think Jeffers has a tiny crush on my brother. Isn't that adorable? I mean, it would be cute. I'm with Matt. The oldest Hardy brother, and my older brother has caught the eyes of Jeff. The youngest Hardy brother. The sad thing is; I think Adam likes Jeff too. There was something about him when he saw Hunter holding onto Jeff. I watched Adam's whole mood change. His eyes darkened and it was just funny seeing him literally jerk Jeff out of Hunter's arms. It was like Hunter was in Adam's territory and Adam was telling him to back off. Poor Mor though. Adam is Johnny's whole world. It'd crush him to lose him to Jeff. I sighed randomly. I think I'll have to talk with Adam about this later.
I'm so lost in my thoughts, I haven't noticed Matt's holding to my head, kissing my face and neck. So lightly, so softly. I let out an involuntarily moan as Matt nips at my throat.
"What's wrong, love? You seem like you're far away from me." Matt whispers with a smile.
I lock my eyes on those deep chocolate orbs of his. "I'm just tired is all."
Matt grins and pecks my lips before brushing them across my cheek. "I think I can get your attention."
I look at him questioning, gasping as Matt slides his hand down in the front part of my jeans, pushing my underwear aside and finding my cock. I moan, reaching up to grasp onto his shoulders as he fondles me. Feeling myself harden up so quickly under his touches.
"Oh.. oh, god.. Matt.."
"Yeah.. you like that, sweetheart..?" He purrs, his lips brushing across my cheek, pecking me softly.
I gasp again and nod, my eyes almost rolling backwards as he fists my ever hardening member.
"More please.. Matty.. get me outta.. jeans.." I murmur blissfully. His mouth is driving me absolutely wild as his lips explore my skin.
Matt smirks and retracts his hand. I raise my arms up as he starts to raise my shirt over my head. That annoyance is tossed to the floor followed by his own. Matt starts to work on his jeans. I get my off first in record time before dropping to my knees in front of him and yanking his down.
"Ooh, someone sure seems anxious now." Matt purrs, that sexy voice melting me where I sit.
I'm on my knees, running my hands up Matt's thighs and over to his cock. He's not that hard yet. Just a little bit from playing with me. I'll fix that. I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him some to spark his interest.
"Oh, there ya go, sweetheart.. make that dick nice and hard for me.." Matt's hands find their way to my shoulders, trailing up and down my arms before the left hand grabs to the back of my neck, coaxing me forward.
"Patience, Matthew." I scold.
"I don't have none." He smirks ever so darkly. "Not with you down on your knees like that.. Ohm, do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look?"
I shiver at the look he's giving me before licking across the head of his cock, swirling my tongue teasingly around the tip. Matt groans, looking down at me, watching as he lets me play. I hear him curse as I flick my tongue back and forth across the slit, stopping to probe just the tip down inside the hole. Matt's hands run along my shoulders and down the upper part of my back, massaging me so soothingly. If I wasn't so damn horny I could fall asleep right here and now. But, Matt tastes and sounds so good and ever bit of it only makes me harder.
"Come on, sweetheart.. show me what that pretty little mouth can do.." Matt pants, sighing as I close my lips over the head of his cock. I begin sucking gently, my hand working the shaft.
Matt's fully hard now, his hands running through my hair. Sending chills all over me. I remove my hand and trace my fingers up and down his thighs, sliding my lips further down his thick shaft. Sucking my jaws in tighter to make the space more constricted for him.
"Ah, fuck.. that's it.. Fucking love your mouth.. so damn good.. fuck.. Like sucking my cock..? Uhm.. feel how fucking hard you make me..?"
I nod, taking him as far as I can get him, deliberately making gagging sounds and whimpering sweetly. I pull my lips back off, licking them before taking him back in.
"Oh, Jay.. shit.." Matt has a hold of my head, thrusting some as I suck him. I relax my throat as he hits the back of it. He can usually get rough. I have to admit, I like when he's rough with me. Too bad tonight I think we're both too tired.
Matt stops and lifts my head up off his cock before pulling me to my feet. I feel him jerk me close to him, his flesh rubbing against my own as his mouth dominates mine. We both make our way to the bed, stumbling a bit before falling on top of it. Or well, Matt lands on top of the mattress and I land on top of Matt. Matt quickly fixes this and rolls me over to my back, pinning my arms down and poising over me as he crushes our lips together. I moan under his kisses. So hard and passionate. His hips are grinding into mine now, his tongue sliding into my mouth and seeking out my own. My hands run up his arms and over to his back, trailing down and back up again. My head is spinning so damn hard. I can't take it anymore. I jerk my head away, moaning as his lips go directly to my neck.
"Matt..Matty.. ohm.. please.." I gasp as he bites my neck. Hard enough to make me squirm, but not enough to break skin. Matt licks the area before pressing his lips to it and sucking. "Matty.. please.." I whimper, raising my hips up into his.
"What, Jason..? What do you want me to do..? Tell me what you like... Ohm, so good.. such a good little tart.. so sweet and warm... uhm, so so beautiful.." Matt coos, nibbling on my throat.
"Uhm.. Fuck me.. fuck me.. please.."
Matt groans, lowering his head to my chest and kissing his way across to my nipple before flicking his tongue fastly across. Matt lets my arms go before running his fingers down my hips and up my stomach and chest, grabbing me gently around the throat before dragging his nails back down.
"Matty.." I whine. "Please.. want you so.."
"Shh.. I want you good and ready, sweetheart." Matt purrs, reaching over to retrieve the lube from the nightstand drawer.
Ugh! Does he not see the erection?! I'm going to explode in a minute. Literally fucking explode. And it'll be all his fault I went ka-boom. He will miss me when I am gone. My mental rants were cut off as he slipped two slick fingers deep inside of me. That sluttish little moan came from me shamefully. I don't give a shit though. Only Matt can make me make that sound.
"Oh, god.. Matt.. uhm.. more more.. please.." I cry out, desperately clawing at his shoulders and upper back as Matt starts to finger me, scissoring the digits apart before sliding them in and out of my hole. Stretching me roughly. Perfectly. My lids flutter as Matt touches my prostate. "Oh, shit.. again.. do it.. uhm.. again.."
Matt smirks, leaning down to drag his tongue up my aching shaft. It twitches anxiously under his touch. He growls lustfully, "Someone sure is eager.. Ooh, you're so tight.. so tight and hott.. just for me.. all for me.."
I swallow as he begins wiggling his fingers. "Only for you.. please.. want your cock.. fuck me.. Don't.. ohh.. don't tease me.. Matty, please.."
"Awe, but it's fun teasing you." He put on his best mock pout, his other hand's fingers ghosting up and down my inner thigh.
"Well.. you're just being mean when you tease me." I pouted for real, arching my hips up to him as Matt's free fingers circled around my cock, taking ahold of me and rubbing me slowly.
"Oh, well now.. don't wanna be mean, now do I?" Matt smirked, withdrawing his fingers and crawling up over top of me again.
"No.. no, you certainly don't.." I smiled, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck as he takes hold of himself, aiming at my center as he kisses my lips. Matt's mouth muffled my cries as he slowly pushed past my entrance, sliding deep inside.
Matt raised his head, licking at my lips before pecking me again. "Ooh, such a tight little ass.. uhm.. feels so good wrapped around my cock.."
I cried out again sweetly as he pulled back out, stopping before he popped completely out then shoving some back inside.
"Uhm.. harder.. please.. fuck me harder.. oh, shit.. uhm.. too slow.. Meanie!" I whined.
Matt chuckled, his lips grazing across my cheek. "So I'm a meanie, huh?" He growled, nipping my neck.
Oh, fuck his lips were setting me on fire. "So fucking mean." I whimpered.
"Really, huh..? How's this for mean?" Matt asked, starting to thrust.
"Oh, fuck... Matt!" I groaned, my nails digging into his back. Matt kissed me harder, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently on the delicate flesh before releasing it.
"You feel so good.. so wonderful on my cock.. uhm.. so beautiful.." Matt panted, his breath so nice and warm on my skin. His cock felt amazing sliding in and out of me. So perfect.
I held onto him as he pounded me, fucking me hard and deep. Whispering all the little things I loved to hear during sex. I moaned in compliance, whimpering half crumbled up words and not being able to form complete or coherent sentences. Matt was sexy like this. Dominating and in control. Feral and lustful. And it was for me. He made me feel like I couldn't imagine life before him.
I groaned, arching my hips into his hand as I felt his fingers wrap firmly around my throbbing erection. Thrusting upward into his pumping hand as he fisted my cock almost angrily.
"Uhm.. Matt.. oh, shit.. harder.. harder, baby.. oh my.. shit!" I screamed as Matt stabbed my prostate dead on.
That was the end of me. I came hard as fuck. My body literally vibrating from my release. It seems the more tired you are the harder you fucking cum I've found out. My eyes rolled backwards, and I literally could'a swore I saw stars. I dropped my arms to the sides, feeling Matt raise them up above my head, holding them as he continued to plunge in and out of me.
"Fuck, babe.. mhm.. almost there.. Jay, shit.." Matt cursed as he came. Filling me full with warm sticky goodness. Matt kissed my neck, holding me tightly as he finished before resting on top of me.
"I'm so relaxed now." I giggled. Sex has a nice little way of curing insomnia.. most of the time anyway.
Matt smiled and pecked my lips. "Uhm.. You are now?"
I nodded and yawned languidly. "Love you, Matty." I slurred tiredly.
"Love you too, Jay-Jay." He murmured before kissing me again.
I wrapped my arms around my Matt and let myself fall into an easy sleep. I was so happy. Nothing could ruin this. Nothing at all.
That felt weird as far as this particular story goes, hahaha. Matt's still this uber mystery. Which is why this was from Jay's POV. Maybe proof he's not mistreating Jason. (shrugs) Chalk it up to my Christian muse stealing the scene. But, he hardly ever does, so I can let him get away with it ;) I still have explaining to do when it comes to Matthew, and this scene wasn't at all trying to condone what he put Jeff thru as a youth. Like I said, there's more to the story as usual. Meh, I wanted to write a Misty scene anyhow :P Jay and Chris; I lurv the cattyness. Poor Mizzie, he was trying to help :( And poor Jay, he's so oblivious.
Everybody guessed Hunter. Not that I was trying to mask his identity or anything. The large-beaked nose is a dead giveaway :P I dunno if he'll be back or not. I wouldn't put nothing past me (shrugs)
