Disclaimer: I would love to own the Hardyz, Beth, and Shannon Moore, but I don't. I own NOTHING but the OCs. :)
A/N: So, thanks for all the reviews. I've been pretty busy writing wise and I suffered from some icky writer's block, but I got a short chapter for y'all. It's sort of just a little humor and meetings. So, enjoy. :)

"I did not use the last of the coffee!" Someone yells from downstairs early next morning. It's a boy's voice…sort of deep, with a slight southern accent. I groan, who is yelling at nine in the morning? "So, I'm not paying for it!"

"Oh yeah?" There is Beth's voice, challenging whoever decided to be my alarm clock this morning. "Matt didn't make it, Jeff didn't' make it, and I most certainly didn't make it, so who did?" I can almost see her with her slim hands on her even slimmer hips, an angry expression on her soft featured face.

"Lucas!" someone shoots back. At the sound of his name, the dog ran into the…kitchen, I guess and barks. "See, he just said he did it!"

"Blaming the dog, now? Good Lord, GROW UP!" Beth yells and stalks up the stairs, as I feel her footing cross my door. She knocks rapidly a door close to mine. "Jeff! Jeffrey Nero! I am going to kill your best friend if he doesn't freakin' shut up!" I climb out of bed and peek out my door. The beige door she was knocking on opens, Jeff merely in a towel…er…yum. "I'm going to kill him, you hear me?" she says, as Jeff rolls his eyes. "KILL HIM."

I'm trying to figure out who she's talking about. "Babe, calm down," Jeff says, smiling at her, which you could tell would instantly turn her into a puddle of Beth goo. He touches her face, and winks. "I'll take care of him." This seems to satisfy her, as she nods, leaving Jeff to get dressed I presume.

Beth then spots me, peaking out of my door, and smiles. "Sorry hun, did I wake you up?" I shake my head quickly. "Sorry…sometimes with him…it's like dealing with a child…you know?"

I would know if I knew who you were talking about, I think and smile. "Who?" I open the door fully and let her in, motioning to sit on the bed with me. "What's going on?"

"Shannon freakin' Moore a.k.a. the 28-year-old going on five," she scoffs, running a hand through her darkish hair. Beth smiles, and turns closer to me, "I mean…don't get me wrong, we are friends…but sometimes, I just wanna kill him," she says with a giggle.

"Kill who?" the reject himself says, walking into my room, stopping as if he tripped or something. We lock eyes for a moment, and then he looks away, shaking his head as if he saw a ghost.

"Speak of the devil," Beth mumbles, shaking her own head. I'm going to assume he's come up hear to annoy someone else. I never really got into him on Smackdown! He seemed so…I'm not even sure, just, he didn't seem too happy ever, you know? That, out of the Carolina Crew, he was the least known, and I just didn't like him…sort of.

"What's that, Bethany?" Shannon asks sweetly, batting his eyelashes.

"I love you," she mutters, rolling her eyes, with a fake smile. "No go away."

"Awwwww! I always knew you liked me more than Jeff," he squeals, and jumps onto the bed next to her, pretending to kiss her neck. "Now, introduce me to the lucky winner before I…do something!" Yeah…great threat, Shannon, I think, and resist rolling my eyes.

"If I must," she mutters again. "Charity, this is the five-year-old I was telling you about, Shannon this is Charity Burns, and I would appreciate if you didn't scare her away from here." I giggle, and stick out my hand to be polite. He reaches for it with a smile, a tentative smile that seems almost unsure – something I'd never expect from him in the five minutes I'd known him.

"Nice to meet cha, Charity. Unlike what I'm sure Bethany here is telling you, I'm really not an idiot," he says in an upright way, still with a goofy smile. I smile back at him, and nod, not really sure why though.

Jeff comes in then resisting locking my gaze, and pulls Shannon out of the room by his shirt, saying something about 'stop torturing his girlfriend.' I look out the door as Jeff also tells him he's going to buy some coffee, as Shannon says, "Man…you didn't tell me she was fucking hot, why didn't you tell me?"

Jeff smirks, and I don't think they know I can hear them, as Beth comes up by my side. "Because you'd scare her away before she'd even set foot in North Carolina," he mumbles, rolling his eyes. "Now go get me coffee!"

"Did…did he just say that or am I hearing things?" I ask Beth, as she smirks. "Did Shannon Moore call me hot?"

Thanks for all the reading and reviewing, again, it means the world to me, like you have no idea how much. I'm gonna try to get a chapter up on Saturday, maybe a day earlier, or a day later. We'll see. Enjoy!