Title: Losing Grip

Chapter X: Room 407

Author: JuSt AnOtHeR DeMoNiC EgO (J*A*D*E)

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the McMahon's... Jade owns nothing. The song is Avril's.

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Jeff slipped the key into his pocket and walked toward the door.

"I'm really gonna go through with this…" He mumbled. He turned the knob and opened the door. Instead of leaving, he leaned on the doorframe.

Half of Jeff Hardy wanted to go.

The other half knew better.

"Why am I so damn curious? I just… I'm just gonna go to see why she offered." Jeff hesitantly stood up straight. "It's just curiosity, man. Nothing else…" Jeff closed the door behind him and walked down the hall…

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Matt sat on the floor, still crying. He was going through pictures of Amy. "I love you in blue." He whispered as he looked at a picture of her in a blue shirt. "And in green… orange… pink and purple. And brown, too." He tossed the pictures on the floor. "Why you kill yourself?"

A knock came at the door.

"AMY?!" Matt leaped up and opened the door. It was Chris.

"Hey, Matt."
Matt backed away slowly. "No… no… you're gonna… you're gonna kill me. Don't touch me!"

"Shhh… not so loud. I'm not gonna kill you. Just chill out."

Matt nodded and sat back down on the floor.

Chris glanced at the pictures by Matt's feet. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Amy. She wasn't dead before."

Chris nodded and laughed. "Yeah I know. God, she looks beautiful here… where was this?" Chris looked at a close-up picture of her in a light blue dress. Her hair was in a curly bun, with a few curls dropping loosely from her head. Her smile was brilliant and her eyes sparkled.

"A wedding. Adam's."

"Oh."

"You don't remember?"

Chris shook his head. "I was there… but I don't remember seeing Amy."

"You danced with her."

"I did?"

"You was drunk."

Chris laughed. "It's a possibility."

"You was drunk like me. Am I drunk?"

"Pretty much. You're gonna have a killer hangover, man."

Matt shrugged. "It feels better when I'm drunk."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "What does?"

"This." Matt touched his chest, "my heart."

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Jeff slipped the key in. The door let out a tiny beep and Jeff turned the knob. "T… Torrie?"

"Jeffrey?"

"Yeah."

"I'm in the bathroom…I'll be right out. Make yourself comfortable."

Jeff nodded to himself and sat on the bed. Everything smelled like lavender.

The door to the bathroom opened and Torrie waltzed out in a tight red tank top and low-cut blue jeans. "I didn't think you were gonna come."

"Me, too."

"So why did you?"

Jeff shrugged. "Curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

Jeff laughed. "Have you seen the way I leap around the ring? I'm more of a monkey."

Torrie laughed, too. "Yeah, I guess so." She sat next to Jeff on the bed.

"So… why did you invite me?"

Torrie smirked. "'Cause I'm lonely… and you're cute."

"Uh… thanks, I guess."

"And I always wondered what it would be like to…" Torrie's voice suddenly dropped and she sounded incredibly sexy. "… you know… with you."

Jeff swallowed. "Oh." God, she's turning me on. "Torrie… are you hitting on me?"

"Figuratively speaking… yes."

"Oh."

"You catch on quick, Jeffrey."

"Uh… you can uh… call me… just call me Jeff."

Torrie knelt on the bed behind Jeff and began to massage him. "I always thought Jeffrey sounded much sexier," she whispered in his ear; her lips gently brushing against his ear.

Jeff couldn't bring himself to say anything. He swallowed again. Beth… Beth… think about Beth. How much I love Beth. "Beth."

Torrie stopped massaging Jeff. "Beth? Oh… how is she?"

I said that out loud? "She's great…"

"How's the sex?"

"Torrie… um… I'm not comfortable –"

"Does she satisfy you, Jeffrey?"

"She's good, but – "

"Ever wondered if I was better?"

Jeff shrugged. "Well sure I've thought about – I mean. No… no, never. I love Beth. I would never cheat on her. What are you doing, Torrie?"

Torrie stopped kissing Jeff's neck long enough to answer his question. "I wanted to taste you."

"That's cool and all but um… I think I should be leaving."

Torrie ignored him. "Do you want to taste me, Jeffrey?"

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Jeff woke up to the sound of someone breathing softly in his ear. Who the hell?

He put his hand behind him, feeling a soft leg. "Beth?"

No answer.

It can't be Beth… she's in North Carolina… and I don't remember going back home…

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