A/N: Reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism but obvious flames will be iggied or used to set Matthew on fire...lol

Justin's POV

Matthew grinned at me from the bed obviously thinking that my silence proved him right.

"Matt, trust me when I say that I don't entertain romantic feelings about you. When it comes to Mark and Glen, it's hard for me to put how I feel into words." I started to pace as I struggled to come up with the right words to get my point across. "It's like winning a title and then going undefeated for the next six months."

"That's a very romantic analogy there Just." He grinned.

"You know what I mean. Both of them have the ability to make my heart race, to make me smile when nothing is going my way."

"That had to be the most girlie sounding thing I've ever heard."

I frowned at him and started to pace, there had to be something I could do to get him to understand.

"Matt, I..."

"Just, I get it. You're in love with those two. But I can't help it, I don't know if I love you but I do know that just the sight of you ignites my blood. Especially when you're all sweaty and winded. All I really want is a chance to find out what my feelings are."

Matthew hung his head and suddenly I felt like an utter ass. How could I be so blind that I never took notice of his feelings? Could I be missing out on something even better than what I had with Mark and Glen? I doubted it, but then I'll never know for certain, I wasn't willing to take the gamble to find out.

"Hey you ready to go big man?" Adam asked as he walked back into the room nursing a coke.

"Yeah." I walked over and put my hand on Matthew's shoulder and squeezed gently. "I'm sorry Matt."

"Me too Just, me too."

Adam waved good bye from the door and waited for me to join him in the hallway. I was grateful for the silence between us as we headed back to the hotel. We parted ways at the elevator and I picked up my pace, wanting nothing more than to curl up with Mark and Glen to watch a movie.

As I slid my key card into the lock a sudden emptiness washed over me and took up residence in the pit of my stomach. With a shaking hand that I couldn't control I pushed the door open.

"This is ridiculous." I said to myself as I stepped into the dark room.

I flipped on the light, slightly miffed that it seemed like Mark and Glen went down to the bar or to a club with some of the others and hadn't left me a note or anything. The emptiness in the pit of my stomach came back full force we I realized that their bags were gone. Taking a deep breath I headed into the bathroom and seen that their toiletries were gone as well. Suddenly I felt extremely tired and it took all my strength to drag myself to the bed. As I laid down I let the tears that were gathered in the corners of my eyes fall. A part of me knew that this day would come, that Mark and Glen would tire of me. I just thought that they would be men enough to come and tell me that it was over, not just up and leave without a word or anything. I was disappointed, hurt and I wondered what I had done to warrant this treatment. Wasn't I pleasing them anymore? Or was it just a one night stand that had gotten carried away.

Sleep didn't come easy, and it was past 5:30 am when I finally drifted off. It was a restless sleep so less than half an hour later I was up and gathering my things for my flight out. I glanced in the mirror as I headed out and shook my head, I looked like the walking dead. Felt like it too. I headed down to the lobby and had the desk clerk call me a cab to the airport. I wasn't on any of this weeks' shows, so I decided to head home and spend my week off in peace. Vince knew where to call if he needed me, but other than that I planned on doing nothing but relaxing and forgetting that the WWE even existed. No wrestling, no Mark, no Glen, nothing to tie me to the world that right now was tumbling down around me.

I zoned out on the plane and soon I was heading down the road I lived on. The cabby was an older gentleman and was talking about the weather and everything else in between. A few minutes later we pulled up infront of my house and I thanked the old man after handing him the money plus some. I let myself in the house and tossed my bag down on the floor by the door and headed to my refrigerator. I knew that there were a couple of beers in the back, nice and cold and just begging to be drank. I grabbed one and headed into my den turning on the t.v. as I flopped down. I surfed through channels and landed on Spike tv. They were rerunning this weeks TNA so I decided to watch and laughed at the story lines and the characters.

"Maybe I should transfer over there." I thought idly as I watch Kevin Nash work his magic in the ring.

It wasn't long before my beer was gone and I was curled up on the couch asleep, my fatigue having finally caught with me. I slept through the night and only woke when I felt my phone go off in my pocket. Groggily I pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. 'Glen' flashed across the screen and I dropped the phone to the floor. My hurt had finally turned to anger and it took everything I had not to pick the phone back up and throw it as hard as I could at the wall. It buzzed on the floor for a couple minutes more before it stopped, then it buzzed again to let me know that he had left a message. I got up from the couch and stepped over the phone, determined to ignore it and enjoy my time off.

A short rifle through my cupboards and fridge showed me that I needed to head to the store. I changed into some jeans and a black a-shirt out of habit, laughing when I caught sight of myself in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I grabbed my keys from the dish by the back door and headed out to my truck. I cranked the radio and headed to the store feeling alittle better than I had a while ago, the anger was still there but it had tempered some. I didn't need much, so my trip was a little more than an hour.

After getting my groceries put away I stood out on my deck and watched the sun go down as I drank a beer. The sky was alight with fiery reds and oranges and I absently found myself thinking of Glen and his ring entrance. It was amazing how much his ring entrance fit him, fire was passion and Glen was the embodiment of passion. From the way he walked to the way he embraced life, in essence Glen was fire and I had been burned. The reds gave way to deep purples and blues and the scenes in my mind turned from Glen to Mark. Mark was a aloof and as hard to reach as the stars. He didn't open to those he didn't deem worthy, even to Glen and I he was closed off as if he didn't trust us fully not to hurt him. He had a wealth of passion too, it just took longer to get to it and flame it to life.

As the stars flickered to life I set my bottle down and walked along the deck with my head in the proverbal clouds. How could I get over those two when I had to see them all the time and when everything around me reminded me of them?

"When in the hell did I get so philosophical and emotional? Maybe their leaving me was the best thing to happen to me." Even as the thought crossed my mind I knew that I was wrong, loving them was the best thing to happen to me.