Hey, Guys! Yeah, its been a while. I know, i'm sorry. But my computer is finally fixed to i'm now free to update! This update is actually both chapter 12 AND 13, but i decided to combine them together since they were both so short. :) I hope you enjoy 'em. Thanks so much! luv ya all! ;)
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(Chapter 12)
The next morning, Jeff lay sleeping in his clothes on top of the covers, Trish on top of him, using his back as a pillow and hugging his mid-section.
The night before had been hectic. After Amy had ran into the hotel room, Trish had gone looking for Jeff. She found him, although he didn't seem like talking that much. They walked back to the hotel room, and fell asleep in their same clothes. Luckily, they hadn't bumped into Matt on the way back.
Matt had told Amy what happened, and she was almost speechless. How could he make such a horrible mistake? This one was going to be hard to fix.
Jeff woke up before Trish, and skillfully managed to get up and take a shower without waking her up. After his shower, he slipped a room key into his pocket, all the while studying Trish as she shifted in her uneasy sleep. Deciding once not to leave a note, he gently kissed her forehead and left their hotel room in silence.
Back in their own hotel room, Amy had forced Matt to sleep upon the sofa that was in their room to think over his actions while she stayed in their bed. Although the sofa was plenty comfortable, Matt felt as if he was sleeping upon rocks. Maybe pins and needles was more like it?
He awoke at nearly 5 in the morning. 4 hours of sleep, he thought with disgust. From his perch upon the sofa, he turned to look at Amy. She was still sleeping.
Sometimes, as he reminisced, Matt could only think to himself that she was the single tie that kept everything together. From his relationship with Jeff, to his own life. Amy was always there. The night earlier had a desperate need for someone -or something-to keep everything together. And that tie seemed to be Amy. She consoled Trish, reassured Matt, and even after all the chaos kept everything under control.
Suddenly being overwhelmed with passion for his mate, Matt walked over to the bed and leaned over his red-headed girlfriend. With a smile tugging at his lips, he watched as her eyes slowly flutter open. "Matt?" She mumbled.
"Morning, hun." He smiled, "I love you,"
Amy stopped her stretches and looked curiously looked up at Matt, "What?"
"I love you," he repeated, smiling all the more when he saw the grin upon his girlfriend's face.
"I love you too," She smiled. "Why the sudden expression of feelings?"
Becoming more serious then filled with love, he sat on the edge of the bed next to Amy. "I was just thinking to myself, and I realized I shouldn't have taken you for granted last night. I'm sorry,"
"Thanks, baby. Don't you think you should be apologizing to your only brother, and not me?"
Matt sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. But not at 5:30 in the morning,"
She giggled, "C'mere, my guess is that you're still tiered, am I right?"
He leaned over and kissed her forehead, "You're right." Climbing over, he joined his girlfriend on the bed and sunk into a much easier sleep.
At around 9ish, Amy and Matt woke to the annoying rings of the telephone.
"H-hello?" Amy groggily answered.
"Amy! Thank God you're awake. Is Jeff over there?" Trish frantically asked.
"No, Trish, he's not here." Amy answered, shooting a worrisome look at Matt, who was leaning over her shoulder, trying to listen to their conversation. "Isn't he with you?"
"No!" Trish cried, "He must've left sometime earlier. I woke up and he was gone. No note or anything."
Amy sighed and ran her fingers through her long, auburn hair. "Don't worry, Trish. He'll come back soon,"
"I know, Ames." Trish said, "But I don't want him to be doing anything he'll regret. I'm going out to look for him, you can go if you want to." Trish didn't bother saying good-bye before she hung up.
The red-head hung up the phone slowly, staring off into the distance. "Babe? What's wrong?" Matt asked, scooting himself closer to Amy.
"Jeff left this morning without Trish knowing, and now she's freaking out. She's gonna go look for him,"
"By herself?"
"That's what she said."
"Amy! You can let her go driving around a strange town looking for Jeff alone!" Matt exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
"Why not? Matt-what are you doing?"
"I don't know about you, babe. But I can't leave Trish alone, and I suppose it's best if I talk to Jeff myself." The elder Hardy quickly changed his pants and threw on a jacket, "Call me," He said, grabbing his phone and keys and running out the door.
"Matt!" Amy called, getting herself tangled in the sheets as she scrambled to her feet, "Wait! I'm coming with you!"
Jeff didn't know why he left this morning. Maybe it was because he needed to get away from everything for a few minutes. It couldn't be to get away from Trish, since his whole well-being seemed to ache for her. Matt. It had to be Matt. Matt and his hateful words.
Jeff knew the words had been a mistake. Since Matt's own eyes widened as he spoke them. But that didn't matter. Those words were still somewhere inside his older brother, they were just kept out of hearing distance. Until his mistake. Matt's mistake. He jumped to conclusions and look what it got him. A frantic blonde and a hurt brother.
Down.
He was down. Shot to the ground by his brother. But then, there was Trish…she was probably worrying about him right now. Maybe she's looking for me? Jeff thought. Then shook the thought out of his head.
Even if Trish, or someone else, would find him, he wouldn't talk to them. He had no desire too. Whatever he said to Trish never seemed quite right. They'd either leave her wondering, or make things worse. Never better. Amy, what could he say to Amy? He could thank her, for practically saving the night. No one could ever be upset with Ames. Unfortunately, he couldn't say the same about his brother. There was nothing he wanted to say to him.
Jeff tried to shake the thoughts out of his head and looked down at the outside table he was sitting at. If Matt and Amy were looking for him, they'd never find him there. With Trish, on the other hand, it'd be the first place she'd pick.
