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A/N: For some reason, this chapter was really hard to write, and gave me some evil writer's block. :( I had to watch the Twist of Fate DVD extra of 'Matt's Crib' a million times to make the rooms sound real, and spent a good half an hour trying to see what was left of Jeff's house/area to put into my details. (So if some of that is off, sorry.) AND WTF?! SHANNON MOORE RELEASED?! The WWE is officially on my bad list. I walked around yelling and screaming all yesterday... Because of this, in the story, we're gonna pretend that Shannon never loses his job. Well, enjoy!

An hour later I'm playing with Lucas in the living-room, staring at the huge picture of Matthew on the wall above me. Matt's in the shower…and I have no idea where the hell Beth and Jeff went…I'm not sure I want to know.

The awkwardness that began in the kitchen had died down a little, and I am a little more comfortable in the house, but still…the thought of the Hardyz in the same house as me frightens me. I guess I am just a fan-girl at heart.

Lucas gets up though and runs off, leaving me in the living-room alone. Okay, weird. What now? I find myself walking into the computer area and looking at Matt's apples, and the 'corny' as he calls it, 'success' and 'determination' pictures.

"What are ya doin'?" Someone asks. I turn to a smiling…oh my God, Matt Hardy is shirtless in front of me. Holy…okay, keep it together, keep it together, I scold myself, unable to drag my eyes back to Matt's face. "Charity?"

"Yes?" Oh my Gosh, you fucking dumbass, my brain screams moments later.

"Uh…I asked you what you were doing?" he repeats, even though I knew what he said. "Are ya okay?"

"Sorry…right. Um…I was just looking around…I'm fine," I tell him. I have to keep averting my eyes to his face, and off his chest. Damn him for being so fucking sexy.

"Oh, well, we're gonna show you some stuff outside, if you like, and then maybe we can drive through Cameron. How does dinner at Cracker Barrel sound?" he asks, shifting around a bit, and then looking back at me. His eyes follow my gaze, and he looks at his chest. "What? Is there something on my chest?"

I shake my head, unable to speak. You idiot! God, stop staring! Oh this is just great. I'm already making a fool of myself…how long has it been? An hour…tops, I think, and bit my lip. "Nothing." Whoohoo, a word. Ding! Ding! Ding, the fan-girl has spoken a word. Let's call for a parade!

"Huh…OH! OH!" Matt says, and runs the opposite direction, as I follow him. He enters the room I presume is the laundry room, and slips on a shirt. "I'm going to assume…?"

I feel my cheeks go a shade of pink, and nod. "Sorry…I'm being such an idiot. Cracker Barrel sounds fine…I've never had it though." Well, how many awkward moments is the record…I'm sure to be in the books by tonight. We pass a few crosses as Matt ushers me into his kitchen, the gray and blue tones making it feel homey.

"You've never had Cracker Barrel?" Matt asks me, his tone slightly above his normal one. "How have you survived?" he jokes, grinning from ear to ear. It's a toothy smile from Matt Hardy – quick! – someone grab a camera!

"We don't have 'em where I live." I shrug, as Beth comes into the kitchen, dressed differently from when I last saw her. Her hair is pulled into a long ponytail, she has on sweat pants, and a red shirt, flip flops too. She seems a little confused as she enters, searching for something, maybe.

"Do you hear that Beth? Charity's never been to Cracker Barrel!" Beth rolls her eyes at Matt, before patting him on the shoulder and walking out of the room. "I really can't believe you've never been to Cracker Barrel…" he mumbles to me, and I can't help but smile.

"Well, there is a first time for everything, right?"

"Wow," I murmur as we walk through the area of Matt's house, which is surrounded by woods and a whole lot of them. I'm mainly watching Jeff and Beth though, it's so cute how he's holding her close, snuggling…and it's summer. I wonder if they've become even closer since the fire. "I don't think there are this many trees in my entire town!"

"Where are you from again?" Jeff asks, a cigarette in hand. That's the only thing I hate…smoking, ew.

"New York. I live in a town with a whole lot of air pollution. Always bustling city, a lot of trash around," I explain. Jeff nods, taking a long drag and putting out the disgusting habit on the ground. "So, where are we going?"

"To see Jeff's motorcross track." And we see it, and a lot of Jeff's bikes. I won't go on and on about what else we see, but mostly into what Jeff's mind was like. The artwork that once was in front of his house, the Imagi-nation and everything else. His outdoor pets, too. All in all, I see Jeff Hardy.

"I'm hungry," Beth declares suddenly, and holds her stomach. "Let's go eat now, shall we?"

I never imagined that once we got there we'd be bothered…it was almost as if I've forgotten who I'm hanging out with: the Hardy Boyz. We've only been in the restaurant fifteen minutes, and already three people have come up for autographs.

"Who are you?" some girl asks as Matt signs her an autograph. Well, aren't we rude. I just stare at her, baffled by the question, as if it were an obvious answer…I'm me, aren't I?

Matt smiles at her, as he passes the index he just signed to Jeff. "Charity won our spend a week with the Hardyz contest off my myspace." I love how polite and gracious he is always to the fans. No wonder he's the dream of most wrestling fans everywhere.

"Oh…" she replies flatly, probably thinking something along the lines of, 'why she is so special.' Go away hunny, just go away. "Well thank you for the autographs! Y'all rock!" The blonde girl says and runs off with a huge smile on her face.

"She didn't like me," I point out as soon as she's out of earshot.

"She's jealous," Beth suggests. "Do you know how many people entered the contest, and meanwhile, you're the one sitting here?" She flashes me a grin. "You're gonna be on the most wanted for wrestling fan-girl's soon enough, hun."

"Just peachy," I mumble, taking a bite of my salad and rolling my eyes. "Just where I want to be." Matt laughs, as does Jeff, as silence overcomes us, leaving me to eat, and wonder how in the world I got so damn lucky.

Thanks to everyone reviewing, and reading, the support means the world to me. (Honestly.) I'll try to get an update up on Monday, but I might be able to squeak one in tomorrow unless the evil writers block takes over...