Adam leaned back in his chair, drinking his beer and staring at the basketball game with complete disinterest. Jay was at work and Chris was out doing something on his band. He knew that he was supposed to be out hunting for a job but he couldn't bring himself to even attempt to get up. I'll just job hunt tomorrow, he vowed, even though he knew that the odds of him actually doing that then were slim to none. He was just lazy like that.

"Fuck this," he muttered under his breath, grabbing the remote and changing the channel. He had never really liked basketball anyway. "There has to be something better on." He began flipping through the channels, cursing when the doorbell rang and interrupted him. "I don't want any!" he yelled, gulping down the rest of his beer and shaking his head. "So go away!"

Ding dong.

"I said I don't want any!"

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong ding dong ding dong.

"Okay, that's it." Adam set his beer bottle down on the coffee table and got up, fully intending on kicking some serious ass when he got to the front door. But then he found that it was just Randy and the urge reluctantly went away. "What are you doing here man?" he asked as he let Randy in.

"I came to see you," Randy replied. "Jay says I need to snap you out of this Jeff funk."

Adam sighed and shook his head. "Jay actually told you to do that?"

"Yeah. He's a bossy little shit like that." Randy looked at Adam for a quite awhile before shaking his head in exasperation. "You look like shit man."

"Oh thanks. That makes me feel wonderful," Adam said sarcastically. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. "Look man, you don't have to babysit me just because Jay told you to. I'm perfectly fine here on my own."

"Oh really? So perfectly fine consists of you moping over a kid for two weeks?" Randy shook his head, seemingly amused by the situation. "If you're so hung up over him why don't you just go see him?"

Adam blinked, actually taken aback that someone had said that idea out loud. "I can't," he said hesitantly.

"Why not?"

"…I don't know…."

Randy shook his head in exasperation. "Good God, this is why you always need me around." He wrapped his arm around Adam's shoulders and gave him a little shake. "You're completely retarded without me."

"I'm not-"

"Just shut up and listen Copeland. You can do one of three things here. Option one: sit here and mope like you have been doing. It's a bitch move but you've seemed to have perfected it lately."

Adam pouted his lips. "Have not," he mumbled unhappily.

Randy ignored him and kept on talking. "Option two is to get over Jeff and find someone else. John's been asking for you since Drew has disappeared and there's a whole bunch of guys who would love to-"

"I don't those guys though," Adam said. He didn't even know who they were but he was certain that he didn't want them.

Randy smirked. "Then option three is our only course. Go to Jeff. Get him back. If he means that much to you, fight for him."

Adam took in Randy's words, realizing that Orton was completely right. He wanted Jeff so why not go try to get him? It was definitely worth a shot. "You're right. You're absolutely right." He grabbed Randy's chin and planted a big old kiss on his cheek. "Thanks man."

Randy rolled his eyes and shoved him away playfully. "Don't give me your germs you dildo. Just get your shoes on and come on. I'll buy you your plane ticket."

Adam grinned and took off running for his shoes, beyond happy that Randy had offered to pay since he was completely broke. Daffney is going to kill me for this…Phil might too…aw well, at least it'll be worth it.

…

"Fuck, I look so stupid," Jeff complained as he studied himself in the mirror. He had put on the suit he was supposed to be wearing to Matt and Eve's wedding and he couldn't stand the sight of himself. He thought he looked ridiculous. "Why can't Matt and Eve just go to Vegas and elope? It would save us a whole bunch of time and trouble."

Phil rolled his eyes and snorted. "You're being a big baby. Just because you don't want to dress up doesn't mean Matt and Eve should put their dream wedding on the backburner just to cater to you."

Jeff pouted and smoothed down his now totally blonde hair. Phil had come over about a half hour ago and the mood had been beyond tense since the moment of his arrival. "I wasn't being serious. You don't have to take my head off right now."

Phil just grunted and buried himself deeper into his comic book. Jeff watched him for a second before shaking his head and changing back into his regular clothes. There had to be something that could be done to break this terrible mood between the two of them. "You want to go to Shannon's or something?" he asked as he grabbed a rubber band from off his desk and pulled his hair back into a ponytail.

"That depends," Phil replied. "Are you going to fuck anyone when I'm not looking?"

Jeff almost fell over at those words. "What?" he said in disbelief, his jaw actually dropping as far as it could go.

Phil even looked shocked that he had said that at first but then he got over it relatively quickly. "You heard what I said." He threw down his comic and got off the bed. "I can't do this anymore. I can't fucking lie to myself. You fucked Adam."

Jeff gulped. He knew this conversation had to happen eventually but having it come from a sudden outburst like this had thrown him completely off guard. "Phil let me-"

"Let you what? Explain?" Phil folded his arms over his chest. "Okay fine. Explain to me why you did it."

Jeff opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. What the hell was he going to say? "Um…uh…because."

"Because?" Phil looked ready to punch him. "That's all you can say to me? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What do you want me to say?" Jeff asked.

"I want you to fucking be honest with me!" Phil growled, making Jeff wince. Gil, Matt and Eve were downstairs and the last thing Jeff needed was for them to overhear this conversation. "Not only have I fucking given you everything that I can give, but I fucking defended you when Daffney warned me that Adam was looking to get in your pants. I fucking trusted you and you fucking threw that away for some guy that has a history of fucking people over."

"You don't know that," Jeff said, despite the fact that defending Adam was probably the last thing he should have been doing at the moment.

Phil snorted loudly. "Daffney already let me in on his past. And you know what? I fucking told her that didn't matter. I made the mistake of trusting you to not fucking betray me."

Jeff looked down at his feet. He had never seen Phil so hurt and pissed before. He felt horrible about it but he didn't know what to say or do to make it better. It wasn't like he could take it back. "So where do we go from here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Well you still haven't given me a fucking reason," Phil pointed out. "So why don't you fucking start there?"

Jeff shrugged and shuffled his feet around. "It just happened, okay?"

Phil stared at him for a long moment, his eyes narrowing and his face twisting into a look of anger. "You're so full of shit." He grabbed his jacket and started to storm out of the room.

"Phil wait," Jeff pleaded, grabbing on to his boyfriend's arm in an attempt to stop him.

"Don't touch me!" Phil snarled, yanking himself free from Jeff's grip and storming out of the room. Jeff listened to him stomp downstairs and slam the front door shut behind him before covering his face with his hands and shaking his head. He felt so fucking horrible now. He hadn't meant for Phil to get hurt like that. He really hadn't.

"Jeff?" Matt called out, coming upstairs and letting himself into the room uninvited. "What's the matter with Phil? He just stormed out and-" he paused as he watched Jeff sink down on to the floor. "What happened? What's the matter?"

Jeff shook his head, barely even hearing his brother talk. Even as the guilt about hurting Phil was washing over him, he was realizing that he still wouldn't take back what he did with Adam. He would actually do it all over again if he had the chance.

I'm so fucked up…