Disclaimer: If I seriously owned anything in this story, do you think I'd be writing it? Exactly. I own Charity Burns, her family members, and all the other OCs. Nothing else. Zip. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Notadamnthing. :) Kapeesh? :)

A/N: Yoyoyo! What's up peeps? Lol, sorry, I'm hyper and in a great mood. Got a little writer's block for this story because it's nearing it's end, but I promise you, the last chapters (probably LONG five or six more) until it's over which makes me a little sad... I really do love this story. Plus, I want to mention for people who are curious, the name of the story comes from Bo Bice's song 'Hold onto Me' which has some very similar aspects in the lyrics to the point of this story... take a listen to it on youtube and you'll see why. :) That's about it... enjoy the chapter! :)

Adam smiles. "I like you, you're a quick learner. Get moving!" Kyle scurries out too, leaving Adam to his lonesome… and what a dangerous thing that was.

He can't go through with this… oh dear God, he can't go through with this… is Adam really that driven on getting revenge to Matt? He can't be that driven to embarrass an innocent girl on national television like that, Brian Myers thinks nervously, listening in on the conversation between the two rookies and the veteran. Would he really risk his job like that? Brian isn't sure, but he isn't going to risk humiliation to an innocent fan. He had to tell Jeff, Matt, and Charity now.

But they weren't letting him in. They think he's with Adam, just being a pain in the ass. Stupid idiots, Brian thinks and rushes toward the lockerroom that the Hardyz would be occupying that night.

-Charity's POV-

"Are you going to tell me what is going on?" Beth murmurs to me, her head cocked to its side, her expression beyond mystified. "Because I've known these men long enough to say that there is something wrong when they're not making crude jokes or shit."

Of course she's right. I'm not going to let her bask in that. I simply shake my head; I couldn't tell her anyway, I don't even have a clue of what targeted the odd behavior of Matt. I think Jeff's just following suit, so he's not to worry about. Now to just get Beth off my tail.

"Hey, Charity, don't you have to get to wardrobe?" Jeff asks casually as if he knows I'm aching for any chance to get the hell out of the tension that fills the room. I want to thank him so badly and scream it over and over but simply nod my head, standing up slowly.

"Yeah, I guess I should." I dust off my pants and look towards the door. "I don't know where to go," I admit with a sheepish smile. "Anyone care to help?" I certainly don't expect 'in-some-weird-sort-of-funk' Matt to offer and I quickly find myself right. Beth points to Jeff who quickly stands up and raises his hands toward the door.

I look at Matt once more before walking after Jeff and sighing. "Your chariot awaits, ma'am," Jeff says with a snoot in his voice. I scoff and continue down the hall, not stopping to see his expression but I have a feeling it's amused, much like mine.

When you're with a Hardy brother you should know that they don't offer to take you places without a reason. I—of course—was not told about this. "What's going on with Matt?" Jeff demands once out of ear-shot of his older brother.

I shrug. "I don't know."

Jeff eyes me, his intense green eyes digging inside of me, trying to figure out if what I just said is the truth. "You really don't know a thing?"

I shrug again, watching as Michelle McCool passes us, talking with Kara Drew. Oh how bad I want to meet them… maybe just Kara though… "Not really. He was just giving me a hug after telling me bout the ring thing… and then he just froze and got a clammy… I don't know any more than that," I tell him honestly. "Scouts honor."

"I don't think you were a scout." Jeff grins at me as he opens a door that says 'wardrobe and make-up' on it. "Pam will take care of ya," he explains, as a plump woman who looks in her early forties appears from behind a rack of clothing.

"Pam will do what?" she asks with a thick Boston accent. When she smiles small dimples form around her lips and she sort of reminds me of an elf.

"Oh, Charity will be a part of the show tonight. Can you find her something to wear and set her up?" Jeff says coolly, stopping me from making a fool of myself.

Just as he finishes that, some guy I don't recognize comes in with a blue cocktail dress. "This one was left in my dressing room," he states with a smile. "How would you like this one?" I look at it with a slight smile. It's a little short for my own taste but looks about my own size. "It'll look great on you, I bet."

I smile at him, holding it up to my waist, while turning to Jeff and Pam. "What do you guys think?"

"It'll look great on you, hunny," Pam assures me, while Jeff nods his head eagerly.

I turn to thank the man but find him gone… oh well. "I can't wait to get out there," I state dreamily while holding the dress to my chest and spinning. "It's going to be amazing."

Jeff leaves for a moment when I put the dress on. Pam helps me slip it on, and it's so odd that it fits so perfectly that no nipping or tucking of the fabric is needed. It's like it's meant for me or something. I turn to face Pam with a smile. "What do you think?"

"Stunning," she tells me, a wide smile on her own face. I turn to the mirror once more, and notice a slight piece of fabric sticking out below my armpit. Tugging on it, it doesn't budge. "Oh, hunny, don't worry about that. You won't be able to see it when your arm is down."

I frown once more in the mirror and call Jeff in with a wide smile of my own. "What do you think?" I ask him as Pam begins to toy with my hair, straightening it.

"Wow, you look… amazing," he says, busting into a Southern grin. "Look out North Carolina, Charity Burns is comin' through."

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