A/N: All ama say is, Sorry.

Chapter 3 She's gunna kill you

Fern awoke after smacking her head off a soft wall. She looked up to find Matt Hardy breathing deeply in his sleep. His hair entwined with her own. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Fern looked down to find Shannon Moore's head gently rising and falling, on her chest. Well, if this wasn't a little bit of a predicament then she didn't know what was. How the heck was she gunna get out of bed without waking one or both of the men?

While Fern lay in the bed, the bedroom door creaked open. A multicoloured head popped around the door frame. He glanced over the bed, acting like he was checking on all three of its occupants, but really only checking on Fern.

"Jeff!" Fern whispered loud enough for him to hear. "Help me!" He laughed walking to the bottom of the bed and looking up at Fern, his brother had a firm grip on her waist, and Shannon had decided to use her chest as pillows.

"Okay, but get ready for them to move really fast. When they do I advise you keep a hold of the covers. Okay?" Fern nodded. "Right then." Jeff walked back out of the room and stood behind the wall outside. "Ready? BREAKFAST!" Jeff yelled at the top of his voice.

Shannon and Matt jumped at the sudden noise, but noticed the word and ran out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen. Somewhere else in the house Shane Helms and AJ Styles were pushing each other out of the way as they raced down to the kitchen.

"Thanks Jeff." Fern smiled getting out of the bed. She looked at herself in the mirror; she wore a chain gang jersey that she had never seen before. "Who gave me this?"

"I did last night; me and Nadine changed you after you passed out on the kitchen table." Jeff smirked as the colour drained from Fern's face.

"Kitchen table?"

"You and Nadine were dancing on it with AJ and Shannon. Quite funny, well John and Randy thought so anyway."

"John and Randy?" Fern choked.

"Yeah, more people came over last night. I think there's still half the locker room downstairs." Jeff ran a hand through his blue and purple hair, an amused smile played on his lips.

"Oh my God." Fern looked at herself in the mirror. "But I'm a right mess." Her hair was all over the place, her make up was smudged on her face, and she didn't have her own clothes on.

"I think you look beautiful." Jeff whispered watching her turn her back on the mirror and look over her shoulder at herself.

"Ferny," Nadine appeared at in the doorway. "They're all picking on me." She whined then pouted. "Help me."

"Come on then, I'll show them a thing or two." Fern marched out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen where she found Matt, Shannon, AJ, Shane, Rey Mysterio, Dave Bautista, John Cena, Randy Orton, Carlito, Charlie Haas, Chavo Guerrero, Paul Birchall, Paul London, Brian Kendrick, Mike Mizanin, Trish Stratus, Beth Phoenix, Lilian Garcia, Melina Perez, Victoria, Amy Dumas, Ashley Massaro and Stephanie Finochio (Trinity) sat in various places around the room. Fern stood with her hands on her hips in the doorway, she cleared her throat and the whole room silenced and turned to look at her.

"Mr Styles, Mr Moore." She raised an eyebrow. "What's this I hear about you picking on muh sister? Hmmm?"

"Nice shirt." John Cena said before looking at her face. Then his face dropped.

"Its not mine." Fern scowled.

"It was him!" They both shouted, pointing at each other. "No, him!" They shouted again, pointing at John Cena.

"I thought so." Fern muttered, starring daggers at John. He flinched. Her eyes were full of complete and utter hate for the man. The whole room burst into laughter not noticing the looks between Fern and John. "Matt?" Fern called, breaking her gaze from John.

"Yup." He stood up and walked over to her with a cheeky grin on his face.

"What are you doing?" She asked as he backed her up against the wall, once again the every one's eyes were on her.

"This!" He yelled throwing her over his shoulder.

"Matt! Put me down!" She screamed. "Nadz help me!" She pleaded with her sister, who just pretended that she wasn't actually Nadine. Matt carried her past Jeff. She grabbed his hand. "Jeff! If you do not help me, I will find you in the middle of the night, and me and a very blunt knife will have some fun, down there." Jeff turned white; he quite liked his body parts still attached.

"Matt put her down!" Jeff said pulling at Fern's arms. Matt grabbed her legs. By this time they were out on the patio by the pool.

"Oh for the love of God! This is not the time to play tug of war!" Fern screeched.

"One, two," The brothers began swinging Fern's body from side to side. "THREE!" They swung her into the pool were she landed with a small splash.

"Oooh she's gunna kill you guys." Nadine giggled from her seat on Dave Bautista's shoulders.

A/N: Short and crap. Grrr I suck eggs today, like majorly. Hunt me down with torches and pitch folks if you must. But please, go easy on the beatings, I bruise lyk a peach. Review please; it only takes a few seconds to write "This is shit." Outs, Abz.