Personally, this is one of my favorite chapters. Matt n Ames catch Jeff n Trish...well...you know ;)
Enjoy n R&R!!!!!
-Candy
Chapter 8
Amy was laying on the bed next to Matt with her arm across his chest and leg over his. He was still deep in thought while she was trying to sleep. "Matt, it's really late. Go to sleep." She sighed. "Sorry, hun. I'm just thinking." He said kissing her forehead. "Think tomorrow," He laughed a little, realizing she was right. He closed his eyes when something came into his mind. "Amy?" "What now, Matt?" She whined. "Do you know where Trish's room is?" "Yeah, she gave me the spare key, it's right there on the table. Number 208. Why?" "Does Jeff know this?" He asked. She looked up at him. "Probably," She answered. He was about to get up when she stopped him. "Matt, chill out. It's fine, they aren't going to do anything. They're both smarter then that. And even if Jeff is in Trish's room leave them be. They're probably just talking." She said. He layed back down but quickly got back up again causing Amy to groan in frustration. "They're drunk, Amy. You saw them at the bar." He said, grabbing a coat and theirs and Trish's room key. "Come on, lets go."
"Jeffro? You there?" Matt asked at he pounded on Jeff's hotel room door. After about five knocks, no answer. "See? I told you. He's in Trish's room. I know it." Matt said smugly. "What if he's sleeping and can't hear you?" Amy asked. "Jeff? No, he'd be able to hear me." "He's a heavy sleeper and you know that, Matt. He probably has a headache or just doesn't feel like opening the door." She said wrapping her arms in the pocket of her sweatshirt. The halls were cold, she was wearing shorts so the only thing that could keep her warm was her dark purple hooded sweatshirt. And of course there was Matt...but he was a little too heated at the moment. He pounded on the door one final time before grabbing Amy's arm and pulling her to Trish's room. Ironically they were all on the same floor.
When they approached Trish's door Matt began to slide the key in right away, wasting no time at all. "Matt!" Amy whispered loudly as she pulled back him arm. "You just can't open the door like that! It's rude. Knock first." "But..." "Knock first," She snapped. Reluctantly Matt knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again, and a few more times after that.
Inside, Jeff and Trish heard the final knock. "Trish?" Amy called from the other side of the door. "Ames?" She asked with a squeak in her voice. "Yeah, it's me and Matt. Can we come in?" Trish looked up at Jeff who was laying on top of her. She had nothing on except her bra and panties and Jeff had no shirt or belt on and his pants were sliding down. "Shit.." he whispered. "Umm, just a minute, guys!" Trish called. She pushed Jeff off of her and slid on her pajama pants as Jeff put his belt on. Forgetting her shirt, she ran her fingers through her hair and turned to Jeff. "Act normal, like we were just talking or something." He nodded, then realized something. "Trish! Your shirt." She ran over to the side of the bed where her shirt was laying. She didn't even get her arms through when the door flung open. Amy and Matt both gasped when they realized Trish was slipping on a shirt and Jeff was standing near her, sliding off the other side of the bed. "What's going on here?" Matt asked. "Nothing," Trish sighed as she pulled down her shirt with a feeling of defeat. "Oh, really? Is that why you're both breathing heavily and not wearing shirts?" "We're not breathing heavily," Jeff mumbled. "And I never wear shirts to bed, maybe Trish doesn't either." "And I suppose you would know?" Matt said raising his voice to Jeff. "Matt this is..." Jeff began to yell but Amy cut him off. "Stop it!" She screeched. "Now, Trish, why didn't you have a shirt on when we answered the door?" She asked politely. "I never usually sleep with a shirt on. When you said Matt was with you, I decided that putting one on would be more appropriate. Matt doesn't need to see me in almost nothing. With Jeff.." she looked at him "..I guess it doesn't really matter." "That makes sense." Amy said looking at Matt who was glaring at Jeff. "And WHAT exactly were you two doing in here?" Matt asked. Amy scowled at Matt for the rude way he asked. "Simply talking." She said, smiling at Amy who also smiled. "Now, Matt, that sounds believable, right?" "No, they were having.." "Shut up, Matt!" Jeff yelled. Once again the two Hardy's began fighting until Amy and Trish broke them up. "Matt! Calm down!" Amy yelled. "I believe what Trish is saying, now say you're sorry." He groaned. "Ames..." "Say it!" He turned around. "I'm sorry guys, I believe that you were just simply talking." He spoke as if he were an answering machine. "That's okay, Matt." Trish said still smiling at Amy. "We forgive you. Don't we, Jeff?" "...yeah. We forgive you." He said glaring back at Matt. "Come on, Matt. Nothings happening here. Lets go." She grabbed Matt's shoulders and turned him around and pushed him out the door. She winked at Trish before leaving, shutting the door behind her.
Trish let out a small laugh as she turned back to Jeff. Stopping when she realized the stone expression on his face. "What's wrong, baby?" She asked. Jeff shot her a look when he realized she had called him 'baby'. He smiled back at her. "I guess I'm just a little pissed we were interrupted." He said. "Well, we can always continue..." she gave him a light kiss. "..tomorrow." "Good night, Trish." He said, walking out of her room. "sweet dreams..." she whispered as he shut the door.