Note: This is short, very short, but the next little part has me stumped so it probably won't be out for a while. Thank you to all the reviewers-
Matt: You have reviews now?
Kim: Unfortunately.
Dingo: :: sad look :: Even my muses don't like me…
Matt: :: awkward pat on the back :: There there, it's alright…
Kim: :: mutters :: Butt-kisser.
Dingo: Don't whine! I gave you some more Obsidian, what more do you want?
Kim: Are you kidding? I'm watching a freaking TV screen!
Dingo: :: sighs :: This is getting longer than the actual story…
Matt leaned on the desk. "Matt Hardy," he told the clerk. The guy nodded, and he leaned back, flipping his hair out of his face. Nearly midnight, and he still wasn't in his room.
"Matt Hardy, yes…your room is 217. Floor 2. Have a nice stay," the guy smiled, handing him the key.
Matt accepted it, and as an afterthought questioned, "Is that a double or a single?"
"Double. You'll be sharing, Mr. McMahon said."
Matt nodded, and started for the elevator. Usually he'd go for the stairs, but after all the excitement that night he was feeling drained, and all he wanted to do was stand under a hot shower and then collapse onto a bed.
_Idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot-idiot,_ his mind repeated. _You know, very soon that word will lose all meaning._
_Why exactly am I an idiot?_ the other side of his mind asked.
_Uh, dumbass, let's just take a look at the last six months, hey? How about getting waaaaaaay to protective of Jeff and Lita…would hardly let Jeff do a jawbreaker…getting into a match with Jeff, making Lita ref, exploding at Lita afterwards, splitting up with Lita, splitting up the Hardyz, splitting up Team Xtreme…hey, maybe I should just go into the ice cream business, I'd be good at banana splits…then, let's see, everything?_
_Good points._
Matt trudged towards the elevator.
Jeff walked into the hotel, following Lita in front. She stopped at the desk, as ten feet behind her Jeff still struggled with three bags. "Lita and Jeff Hardy?" she half-questioned, half-told the clerk.
He tapped a few times on the keyboard. "Ms. Lita, you're 221, floor 2, and Mr. Hardy is in room 217." He handed her the two keys. "Yours is a single, and Mr. Hardy's roommate is in the room."
"Thank you," she smiled. She waited as Jeff dragged the bags up to her feet, then strode towards the elevator. Jeff sighed, and plodded after her.
"Seeya!" Lita said cheerfully as Jeff dropped two bags at her feet, rolling his shoulders. Jeff only growled at her, and made his way towards his room. He clicked the door open, and heard the sounds of running water. _Okay, who could this be?_ his mind questioned, running through the list of his usual roomies. _Edge, Test, Lance and Chris all are still at the arena, it isn't a Dudley, an Acolyte, one half of the Ambiguously Gay Duo…eh, I'll find out soon enough._
He threw his bag on the floor with a thump, dropping like a stone onto his bed. _Hope whoever it is hurries up, I need a shower,_ he thought.
Matt heard the key open the door, and quickly washed the foam out of his hair; he was sure whoever it was would want a hot shower after whatever match they had had.
He shut off the water taps, raising his eyebrows as he observed the amount of steam in the room. _Yeech, getting lost in thought equals lot of hot air,_ he noted. He dressed quickly in boxers and sweatpants, toweling off his hair quickly. He absently checked the few strands of dark blue no one had noticed, courtesy of his brother, and shrugged. _Not coming out,_ that little voice said in an annoying tone. _Your brother and Lita are not going to let you move on that easy._
Matt cursed out the voice softly, flipping it a mental Stone Cold salute, before opening the door.
_See? I was right!_ the voice crowed as Matt came upon the form of his brother lying stomach-down on one of the two single beds. _Crap._