"Fag is not a word," Amy screamed.

"Yah it is, you say it to me all the time!" Jeff accused. Amanda snorted and buried her head into Jeff's neck, the smell of him filling her nose.

"No, I don't!" Amy replied, defending herself. She glanced over to the point board. She was in last place if Jeff got the word 'fag' on the scrabble board, and she didn't want to loose -- especially to someone like Jeff. He dyed his hair red, yellow and green for goodness sakes, and not only that, but he paints his nails!

"You do call me a fag," Jeff said. "Matt, 'fag' is a word, isn't it?" Matt snorted and shook his head.

"I'm staying out of it, man," he said.

"Look it up in the dictionary," Jeff said. "Matt, where's your dictionary?"

"In my room."

"Go get it." Sighing, the elder Hardy got up and groaned.

"I'm getting old," he said, ignoring the comments from the trio sitting down around the scrabble board. Laughing to himself, he walked down the hall to find his dictionary. They had been playing scrabble for the last half-hour since there was nothing good on television. They had suggested going play laser tag, but they wanted to ignore the fans that day.

"Kit, you awake?" he asked when he passed her.

"Yeah," she replied, turning around to face the elder Hardy.

"Why don't you get up and play with us?" he asked.

"I don't feel up to it," she replied sighing.

"Why?" he asked. Kit half-smiled when he heard that caring tone in his voice.

"I don't know," she replied dumbly, sitting up. "After what has happened, I don't know."

"Listen, Kit, we will get you through this," Matt said. "No matter what. But I think you should have some fun in your life. Come on, get up and have some fun. It will help." His hand was now in front of her, waiting for it to either be accepted or declined. She smiled and took his hand into hers as he helped her get up.

"Thanks," she said, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Ahh, it's no problem," he said. "Let me get my dictionary. Is 'fag' a word?"

"Yah, I think," Kit said. "I'm sure it is. It's slang though, I think." She laughed at her own stupidness.

"Let's go," Matt said once he walked out of his bedroom, a dictionary in hand.

Once they entered the living room, the trio around the scrabble board looked up to see the duo. "Look who I got to join us," Matt said, breaking the silence that was beginning to scare him.

"Cool," Jeff said. Matt sat back in his spot as Kit sat behind him. She felt most comfortable with Matt.

"Fag is a word, although it's slang," Matt said, once he closed the dictionary. "Amy, aren't you a grown woman to know that?" The redhead glared at the elder Hardy.

"Woo, Amy loses then," Jeff stated as he wrote down his points.

"I didn't," she said. "I didn't. I'm not a loser, Jeff. You're a loser." Kit watched the two shoot jokes at each other about why they're the winner and the opponent is not.

"Let's go," Matt said, getting up.

"Where?" Kit asked as Matt extended his hands. She grabbed them, and he helped her up.

"I have a poolroom," he said. "We can play pool or foosball." She half-smiled and followed Matt out of the room. The dissing between Jeff and Amy stopped, and they were now following Matt and Kit.

"I am the master at pool!" Amy announced once they stepped into the room. She grabbed a stick and twirled it around. "Who wants to go against the master?"

"Hey, Amy, I'm pretty good at pool, too," Kit said. Amy didn't like her, and Amy's attitude was starting to piss her off. "My dad is a professional pool player."

"Well, then neither you nor your father has played pool with me," Amy said. "Ready to get your ass kicked?"

Scoffing, Kit replied, "We'll see who's ass is really gonna be kicked."

Meanwhile, Amanda, Jeff and Matt stood by with a stick in hand watching the two go at each other. Glancing at each other, the trio pulled up a chair and sat down as the two girls began to play pool.

"I win," Kit announced after her last ball made a hole. Blowing the end of her stick, she smiled at Amy who glared at her.

"Does anyone want drinks?" Amanda asked to take their minds off Amy and Kit. "I'll go get some." After everyone told Amanda what drink they wanted, she went down to the kitchen to fetch the drinks. Jeff went along with her to help her out.

"Good game, girls," Matt congratulated. "But you guys both got something wrong... I am the master at pool." He grinned at both girls.

"Wait until I beat your ass!" Kit commented poking him with her stick. The two exchanged jokes about who being the best, as Amy watched on glaring at Kit. The duo was so interested in their argument, and Amy was so attracted to it that the trio didn't hear the doorbell ring.

"Guys," Jeff said breaking their thoughts. "Guess whose at the door..."