25 Days of Christmas
Day 7: Green (Jeff Hardy/CM Punk)
Jeff was standing in the locker room bathroom, staring undecidedly at his face paint. Looking up at his reflection in the mirror, he sighed and leaned his head against the cool glass. This was his last show before he went on Christmas vacation and he wanted to be festive. However, the only colors he had were red and white, no green. Not one drop of green. And he liked green and he really wanted to use it. Sure, he could just use red and white, but red and green would look better. At least, that's what he thought.
As he continued contemplating, the door to the locker room opened and footsteps started resounding throughout the empty space. They stopped before they started towards the bathroom area and Jeff shook his head, removing himself from his daze. His heart started pounding as the footsteps came closer and he tried to make himself look busy.
"You can stop pretending to like you've got the most important job in the world."
Obviously, he attempt at looking busy failed. But Jeff smiled at the voice and he looked at the mirror. His smiled widened when he saw Phil standing a few feet behind him, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Bitch please. I am pretty damn important. I don't need to pretend to do anything." Phil smirked and crossed the few feet that separated them.
"Isn't that true. What's taking you so long? Matt wanted to talk to you before your match, which is in twenty minutes might I add, and you're still here, fiddling over your make up." Jeff pouted and turned around to face Phil.
"I would be done already but…I only have red and white paint. I don't have any green." Phil quirked a brow at him and Jeff pouted even more before pointing to his paint.
"Are you telling me that you're taking forever because you don't have…green face paint?" Jeff looked down at his paint, looked back up at Phil, and nodded.
"Matt is going to kill you." Jeff frowned and he turned back to the mirror.
"Then don't tell him. Tell him I drowned in a toilet or something." Phil laughed and shook his head.
"Because he would totally believe that." Phil patted Jeff's back, rubbing it softly before leaning in and pressing his lips to Jeff's ear.
"I'm excited to watch you wrestle tonight. I'm sure it'll be…pretty damn hot." Jeff shivered as Phil's lips brushed against his ear and he kept eye contact with him in the mirror. Phil dropped something into the sink before he turned around and started to leave.
"Don't take forever, Jeffy." The door to the locker room opened and closed. Jeff looked down at what Phil dropped in the sink and smiled brightly when he saw that it was green face paint.
