*Author's Note: To look at my disclaimer and all of that, go to the first chapter.*

On to the story!

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*Chapter Thirteen – You Gotta Fight For Your Right To Party (Pt. 4)*

On the back porch, RVD was holding the joint. Brock Lesnar, X-Pac, and Matt Hardy were all gazing at it like it was out of reach. Bradshaw was tickling Trish, while Faarooq was having a conversation with Tommy Dreamer and Lita. RVD had passed the joint to Matt before, but he didn't smoke it. RVD looked over at his roommate and said, "Do you want it now, Matt?" Matt looked around thought, I really hope that Jeff doesn't see me doing this – oh shit, Lita's here. Now I guess I have to do it. Fuck. He took the joint carefully and slowly put it to his lips.

The big group watched him do that. Matt blinked. "Must everyone watch me?"

Trish laughed as she leaned back on Bradshaw, who was only too happy to oblige. "It's okay, Matt."

"It's cool because I'm RVD!" his roommate yelled, which either made people laugh or roll their eyes. Lita watched Matt in silence, as well. Wow, he looks good with a joint in his mouth, she thought to herself. Wait, I thought I didn't have a thing for Matt Hardy. Well, that's what Trish thinks. I'll keep letting her think that, even though the opposite is true. Matt caught Lita's eye. He nodded at her slightly. Wow, that hot Lita chick just looked at me. Score!!! Concentrate on what you're doing, man. Oh right, like I need to concentrate on smoking a joint, Matt thought. He shrugged and took a long, hard hit. He surprised himself when he didn't cough.

RVD's eyes went wide. "Wow, man, I'm quite impressed."

Bradshaw nodded. "Oh, I am too. Well done, man."

X-Pac grinned cheesily. "Looks like you're a natural-born pothead, Hardy." Matt looked at the joint in his hand and thought, Oh, I can do it one more time. Why not? He brought it to his lips and took another puff. He smiled with satisfaction and gave it to Brock.

"Hey, lemme see that bong!" giggled Bradshaw. Trish, who was still leaning against him, sighed and thought, who would ever guess that Trish Stratus would be hanging out with the potheads of WWE U? Not me, she thought. Matt, meanwhile, had passed the joint to Brock Lesnar. However, Brock wasn't smoking the joint – he was examining it, memorizing it.

"Dude, what are you doing?" asked X-Pac.

"Yeah, man, some of us wanna smoke it up already." Bradshaw added.

"Yeah. DAMN!" Faarooq chimed in. Brock looked around warily at everyone, then put the joint to his lips.

"There ya go." X-Pac smiled with approval. This is too weird, Brock thought to himself. Way too weird.

Brock inhaled deeply and then started coughing like crazy. "Aw, fuck." X-Pac sighed.

"It's okay, man, it's cool, keep going!" RVD said, trying to encourage Brock. Brock looked at Matt and shook his head. Why Matt Hardy can't cough on this is beyond me, he thought as he took the joint away from his lips, handed it to Bradshaw, and continued to cough like mad.

Just then, there was a loud roar from the living room. "Finally, the Rock has come back to his house!" the Rock bellowed.

"Damn, I never realized Rocky was THAT loud." Tommy Dreamer remarked.

"Yep, you're telling me." Faarooq added.

Lita blinked. "The Rock is here?"

Trish laughed and said, "Now Lita, don't be going after him like Jackie is…I don't need you two to be all over him."

Lita replied, "Well, Trish, the last I saw, Jackie was hanging all over Shane McMahon." Trish sat up. I did not just hear that, she thought. I thought she was all about bedding the Rock tonight. Guess she changed her mind, but it wasn't the right choice, either.

 "She's what?!" RVD asked.

Bradshaw, who passed the joint to Faarooq, said, "She's banging Shane McMahon?!"

Matt and Brock winced. "Oh God…mental picture. Make it stop." Matt retorted.

Trish glared at the guys. "Come on, don't be saying that my roommate is a whore now."

"Well from what I heard this week, I heard…" Tommy began.

Trish glared at him, as well. "It doesn't matter what you hear, okay? If I find it out, I'll let you know first-hand."

"Shh, chill, Trishy." Bradshaw remarked, pulling Trish's arm.

Lita sighed. They're all smoking up. No wonder they're all confused, she thought. "What I said was…she's hanging on Shane McMahon."

Trish got up, grabbed Lita's hand and said, "We'll be back, boys…maybe. I gotta stop a dumb blonde from making one of the biggest mistakes of her life."

"But Trish, I thought you were a dumb…" Matt cut RVD off. "Shush."

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In the living room, the Rock was making his rounds and saying hi to everyone. Test was obviously grumpy after putting up with the likes of Stacy Keibler, Terri Runnels, Torrie Wilson, and Debra Williams bickering in the backseat. Lance Storm punched his buddy on the arm and said, "Hey Test, let's grab some beer. Come on."

"After that car ride, I fucking need one." Test muttered as he almost bumped into Stone Cold on the way in the kitchen.

"What's your problem?" Stone Cold remarked.

Test gestured to Torrie, Stacy, Terri, and Debra and snapped, "You figure it out." Stacy and Torrie, and Debra and Terri gave mean looks to each other and then went their separate ways. Stacy and Torrie sat down next to Hurricane and Billy Kidman, who had gestured them over, while Terri followed Lance Storm into the kitchen. Debra was stopped by Stone Cold in the middle of the living room.

"I'm sorry, baby." Stone Cold began.

Debra glared at her boyfriend. "They're snobby rich bitches. That's all I will say." She surveyed the living room and asked, "Did you drink any beer yet?" Stone Cold smirked. Debra put a finger to his lips and said, "Did you?"

Stone Cold shrugged. "I might've had a little. I might've had none at all. Why?" Debra grabbed his hand and grinned. "I have something to show you." Stone Cold grinned. Yeah, I'm gonna get some before Rocky tonight!! Wooo, beat that, you bull, he thought giddily as Debra led him to Shane's bedroom upstairs and locked the door.

The Rock finally figured out where Stacy Keibler was amid the chaos of the living room. Stacy, who was talking with Torrie, Hurricane, and Billy Kidman, looked up at the Rock, smiled, and went back to her conversation. The Rock furrowed his brow. "Stacy."

She looked up. "Yes, Rocky?"

"Can I have a word with you…alone?" the Rock sighed. Torrie nudged her best friend, for she knew what was up. Go for it. You know you want him, she thought. Hurricane shook his head. It figures that a really attractive girl like her is already uh…being sought after, he thought.

"I'm gonna go get some more water." Hurricane announced as he got up from the chair and attempted to make his way across the room. Stacy looked at Torrie and thought, do I really want to do this? I mean, I know what it's going to lead to, and then again…I don't know.

Torrie whispered in her ear, "Just do it already! It's so obvious that you want him. You can't hide it any longer, so just go for it."  Even though I don't approve, she thought.

Stacy nodded. "Let's go, Rocky." The Rock smiled and thought, finally, the Rock is going to get his way for once.

Billy looked down at Torrie and asked, "What's up with those two, anyway?"

Torrie shook her head and replied, "Sexual tension…a lot of it."

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Trish and Lita made their way through and sure enough, saw Jackie hanging all over Shane McMahon. Trish shook her head. "He's bad news, Lita. I'll save her this time, but after this…she's on her own." Trish made her way over to Shane, Booker T, Linda, and Jackie, who were all still on the couch. From the looks of it, Linda and Jackie were drunk, as well. Booker and Linda were just making giggly noises back and forth. Lita sighed and thought, I guess she wants me to follow her.

"Hey, Shane, what was that remark you made before?" Trish asked in a mean tone.

Shane, who was all googly-eyed, remarked, "Uhh…you're hot and I wanna do you?" Lita hit herself in the forehead. Yeah, I know what she means now. Christ, she thought. Trish shook her head. You asshole, she thought to herself. I wouldn't even let you do me if you were the last man on this planet.

"No…that's not it. Jackie, do you know what his remark was before?"

Jackie blinked and said, "Uhhmmm….no no nonononono?" Lita tried to stifle a groan. Well, they always did say that alcohol causes adults like us to act like children, she thought. But then again, we are considered children…sorta. And man, does alcohol make Jackie even more ditzier than she already is. Wow.

Trish motioned to Lita to pull Jackie off of Shane. Trish grabbed Jackie's arms. "Wh-wh-where are you taking meee?" Jackie drawled as Lita and Trish attempted to maneuver around the couch and table.

"Trish, watch it, these are a bitch to walk in!" Lita hissed, complaining about her boots.

"Well maybe next time you shouldn't wear them, then." Trish hissed back.

"You're the one that suggested it!" Lita growled. 

"Heyyyyyy, she was keeping me warm." Shane remarked. "Where you goingggg?"

"Yeah, she was probably keeping you up, too." Lita retorted as she grabbed Jackie's feet.

"Hey, Lita, over in here." Trish said as she kicked open a bedroom and lay Jackie on the floor.

Lita grabbed a cushion from the floor and put it under Jackie's head. "Sleep, princess. Just sleep."

Jackie blinked. "Why, mommy?"

Lita smiled. "You'll thank me in the morning." And with that, she and Trish closed the door.

"Whew, another fool saved from the clutches of Shane." Trish giggled.

Lita nodded. "You're gonna have to tell me more about him."

Trish rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'll tell you plenty. Just not right now. Now let's go get drunk." The two made their way to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the Rock and Stacy were outside on the front porch, just talking. The Rock was grinning ear to ear since he had finally gotten his way – to be alone with Stacy. Stacy was messing with her hair, for she was nervous. Wow, I thought this would never happen, she thought. Me and Rocky, alone. Damn. The Rock turned to Stacy and said, "So…what's up?"

Stacy shrugged. "I'm okay, surprisingly, after putting up with Debra and Terri in the car. I swear to God, that was the longest car ride of my life."

The Rock chuckled. I know all too well how the four of you react to each other, he thought. "Yeah, I can imagine." Just then, there was a huge giggle from the back porch that sounded like RVD's. The Rock groaned. Great, just when I was getting in the mood, he thought.

"Holy shit, that's a big schlong you got there!" yelled Bradshaw from the back porch.

"Woooo, take it off!" added X-Pac.

Stacy giggled, while the Rock groaned some more. "They're drunk and they're high." He blinked and then looked at her straight in the eyes. "We should take advantage."

Stacy twirled her long blonde hair around her finger and said, "How do we do that?" I already know what this is going to lead to, but I'm ready for it, she thought as he led her inside, past the drunken and passed out people on the floor, into his bedroom.

They almost tripped on a big object by the door that felt like a pillow, but it didn't matter – as soon as the Rock shut the door, he started kissing Stacy crazily. "Rocky, are you sure about this? I mean…we're not even together yet…and…I don't…omigod…think…that…oooh…" Stacy attempted to say in between kisses.

The Rock held her face in his hands and said, "Stacy, I'm sure about this more than anything, and I know damn well you feel the same way. So let's just do it."

Stacy giggled. "As long as you have the protection." The Rock thought to himself, I got way more than that for you, Stacy. Much more than that. They kissed fervently for a few more minutes until Stacy had to catch her breath.

"Stacy, what's wrong?" the Rock asked rather suddenly.

She sighed. "I really don't know about this, Rocky. I mean, I've never done it before, and I'm so afraid, but then again…I'd love to do it with you."

The Rock pulled her up to him. Wow, is that a compliment or what? Stone Cold's gonna be jealous, he thought. "Stacy, hun, relax. I promise you I won't hurt you." He blinked. "Well, if I do, then it's not on purpose, okay?"

Stacy nodded, and shakily said, "Okay then…I'm ready." The Rock murmured, "No truer words were spoken," as he headed straight to her thighs.

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Meanwhile, Matt Hardy, Tommy Dreamer, RVD, X-Pac, Brock Lesnar, Faarooq, and Bradshaw were drunk and high off of their asses. Trish and Lita came outside and joined in, each with a Bacardi Silver in their hand. "Wow, looks like we missed a lot." Trish remarked, leaning on Bradshaw again. Lita nodded as she slowly made her way over to Matt. Brock smiled and nudged him. Matt blinked. Holy shit. I'm drunk and high and dizzy as all hell, and Lita is coming towards me. What the fuck do I do? Uhh, I know, try to be coherent, yeah, he thought.

"Hey." Lita managed to say.

"Hi." Matt croaked out, which made RVD giggle.

"Hey, you should be called Kermit the Frog, man, because you're green, man, and you sound just like him, man."

"Yeah, you don't look too good, Hardy boy." X-Pac remarked.

 Lita sighed. Matt is sick. Shit…uhh…I know what to do, she thought. "Matt, listen…how about we come over here?"

"Oookay." Lita helped him to his feet, handed Trish her Bacardi Silver, and walked him out into the grass.

"Awww, they look so cute together!!!" Bradshaw giggled.

"Finally, someone who agrees with me." Trish muttered as she watched the two go into the grass.

Lita held Matt's hand. Wow, his hand is pretty strong for a uh, guy, she thought as she knelt down on the ground, and pushed him to kneel down, as well. "Matt, are you okay?" He looked at her. Whoa, her eyes are all sparkly and pretty. They almost match the grass, he thought. And her hair is like a flame…burn, baby, burn…vroom. He was lost in thought until Lita snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Matt Hardy, listen to me." Matt started swaying. Oh fuck, he's gonna throw up. I knew it. Good thing I got him away from the others. They'd be quite grossed out, I'm sure, she thought as she put her free hand on his back. "Now this is what I want you to do. If you need to throw up, which is probably gonna happen very shortly, I want you to throw up in that –" she pointed – "direction over there, got it?"

Matt nodded slowly. "Uh huhhhh…" Lita sighed. I hate playing babysitter, but the guy I like is in trouble, and I gotta save him from being ridiculed and uh, being really, really sick, she thought as she ran her hand through his long, dark hair. Just then, Matt heaved and threw up for what seemed like ages. Lita caught a glimpse of it and almost threw up herself. As attractive as he is, this is just something I don't want to see, she thought as she looked the other way.

After what seemed like forever, Lita slowly walked him back to the group. "You feel a little better?"

Matt nodded slowly. I feel like such an idiot for doing this to you, though, he thought. "Uh huhhh."

X-Pac grinned cheesily. "Sucks being sick, doesn't it?"

Lita sighed. "I'll be back, guys. I'm putting this one to bed."

Bradshaw giggled. "You're putting him to bed, to bed I said?"

Trish elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up. I'm gonna hit you if you don't stop with this giggling, she thought. "Okay, Lita, we'll be here." Trish told her roommate.

Lita opened the door, slowly dragged Matt in, and saw Edge, Jeff, and Triple H watch her go by.

"Hey, uh…ummm…" – he tried to think of Lita's name, but never caught it – "red haired chick, is that my brother's dead body you're dragging around?" Jeff asked.

"He doesn't look too good, either, man." Triple H added. He was drinking yet another Yuengling. Lita smiled. I can't be mad at his brother for calling me a chick. He is just too cute for words, she thought.

"Yeah, Trips, he's gone, as in drunken gone."

"Drunken gone?" Edge asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Lita sighed in exasperation until Matt hit her kind of hard on her side. "Owww, Matt, what do you want?"

"I…I need to…"

"Oh fuck…ummm…Trips, find an empty bucket or something for this poor man to throw up in." Lita said as she tried to keep him upright.

Edge winced. "He's puking? Ouch."

Jeff giggled. "This is just too funny to see. If only the old man saw this! Instant blackmail material, man!" Triple H threw an empty bucket to Lita and she placed it on the floor. She then grabbed Matt's head and shoved it in.

"Whoa, she is feisty." Edge remarked to Jeff, whose eyes went wide.

"Man, I need a girl like her." Jeff said in amazement.

Triple H chuckled and said, "We all do, guys. We all do."

The scene in the living room was one of calmness. Mostly everyone in there, except for Billy Kidman, Hurricane, and Torrie Wilson, had either fallen asleep or passed out. Torrie looked around and said, "Wow, it's amazing how fast people fall asleep, isn't it?"

Billy had to laugh. "That's what alcohol does to some people."

Hurricane nodded. "That's why I refuse to drink it. It fucks you up and then it brings you down until you end up crashing on the floor. I don't get why it's fun for some people." Just then, Jeff and Edge came in. "Ahhh, what do you two want from me now?" Hurricane asked, irritated.

"Listen, uh, Matt's feeling kinda sick." Jeff replied. Hurricane blinked. What, my own best friend drank and got sick? What is this world coming to? What is wrong here? Why can't I get my way? Ahhhh, he thought. "What kind of sick?"

"As in a hurling, puking, worshipping-the-porcelain-god-like good time, dude." Edge told him, nodding for emphasis.

Torrie had to laugh. "Matt Hardy was drunk? And I missed this? I thought he was a goody goody!" Hurricane narrowed his eyes. So did I, Torrie, so did I, he thought.

Jeff smiled mischievously. "Helms, my man, you wouldn't know half of the stuff that Matty boy has done."

Hurricane smirked. "Well, then, you're gonna have to tell me sometime."

"Oh I will, gladly." Jeff grinned evilly. "So my birthday is tomorrow."

Hurricane hit himself in the forehead. "Ah, that's right. You'll finally be legal, you youngin."

Torrie laughed. "Hey now, I just turned 21 about a month ago."

Billy, Hurricane, Edge, and Jeff looked over at her and said at the same time, "Oh really?"

She nodded. "Yep. I don't really drink though."

"Blah, you're no fun." Edge laughed.

"I really hope Matt is okay." Jeff sighed.

"He will be, I hope." Hurricane told his friend. He just better not forget my birthday tomorrow, Jeff thought.

"Tell me another story." Matt drawled, rolling his head around on the big, soft white pillow. Bubba Ray and Kane had helped Lita put Matt to bed in Bubba Ray's room.

Bubba Ray laughed at Matt and said, "You are just too much when you are drunk, Hardy. I can't wait to see how Jeff is when he is drunk." Matt just nodded. I'm sure it wouldn't be too far from what he acts like when he is sober, he thought.

Kane looked at Lita and said, "If you need anything, we'll be right in the kitchen, okay?"

Lita nodded. "Okay." With that, the two of them closed the bedroom door, leaving Lita and Matt alone.

Matt sighed. "Tell me another story." Actually, I just want to hear your beautiful voice, he thought as he blushed.

Lita put her palm on his forehead and replied, "I think I'm done telling stories for the night, hot boy." Damn he is hot…in more ways than one. And besides, I think I'm done drinking for the night, too. I'll let Trish make a fool out of herself this time, bwahahah, she thought.

Matt sighed loudly as Lita got up to leave. "Liiitaaa…" She turned around. He said my name. Wow. And it sounds awesome with that accent, she thought.

"Yes?"

"Stay here with me." Matt whispered.

Lita blinked. "As in…sleep with you?" Matt grinned, and Lita knew that was exactly what he meant. I hope I'm not sounding perverted, he thought. I can't do that yet. It's too soon.

 "As long as I don't regret it in the morning, I will." Lita smiled as she took her boots off and threw them in the corner. Lita lay down, and Matt lazily put his arm around her neck and gently pulled her head down to his chest. Lita smiled to herself. He's too sweet, she thought as she got herself comfortable. Matt looked down at her and smiled. It's safe to say that I'm the happiest man on earth right now, Matt thought with that huge smile still on his face as they both drifted to sleep.

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End of Chapter Thirteen…