Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with the WWE. Everything that seems familiar to you belong to whoever owns them. I only own Charity Burns, Penn Burns, and their parents.

A/N: Yay! Thanks to MiSSYMiSSz, LeahMarie, CanadianWriter23(I may try some of your ideas!) for reviewing. (: And thank you to all my other readers, too. If you look on my profile, you can see what my OC Charity Burns looks lile. This is the first part where you meet Charity Burns. Enjoy!

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-Charity's POV-

What am I doing? I think as I stare at Matt Hardy's blog. Enter the contest, you Dumbass. This is your chance! I'm pretty much screaming at myself at this point, but I can't get my fingers to move over my keys and type the things I need to say. Basically, I'm coaching myself. Do it, girl. He would want you do it. He will be mad if you don't. Come on, Char, come on.

"Baby girl," I hear my father yell. "C'mon, we're going to the hospital to see your brother!" Oh fuck, he's gonna know. He's gonna know soon as he sees my face. But, I can't stay home…what if, wait, no. No. No. No! I scream to myself, and sigh at the computer screen.

"Later, Hardy Boyz," I say, and grab my bag. "Coming dad!" I hear my mom asking my father where the keys are, as he lost them as usual. Shocking? No. I see my parents found the keys as I exit the stairs and put on a fake smile. They buy it, of course.

"Hey sweetie," my mom says and wraps her arm around my waist with a large grin. I know we're both faking one lately, but hey, this family needs to stay together.

At the hospital, I trail behind my parents, worrying what my brother would say when he saw my face. For the eighteen years in my life so far, that boy could always tell when I was upset. We enter his room, and I notice color in his face for once in his life. My parents rush over and gush over the fact, and I notice that his face turns into a frown when he sees me, even though I'm smiling. I can tell that when he can get me alone, he will ask me, but not in front of our parents. It would be too much.

"Hey, Penn," I say with a fake happy tone. I think he notices this too. "Did ya see RAW on Monday night? Wasn't it good?" I ask him with another smile.

Penn nods. "Yeah, crazy," he agrees eyeing me, and mouths, 'what's wrong?' when our parents aren't looking.

I shake my head with another false smile, knowing that he knows I'm lying my ass off. My parents don't notice of course, but I wouldn't have it any other way. They need to keep their attention on Penn. They have to. Penn glares at me from behind my mother's bottom, mouthing, 'Liar.'

Sighing, I sit in a chair, waiting for him to find someway to get my parents out of the room so we can talk, and you know, he will drill me until oil…er, the truth comes out. Wait for it, wait for it…"Hey, mom, dad? The nurses needed to see you. Oh and can you guys go get me a Pepsi from downstairs?" he asks, and I can tell the way his eyes move, he's hoping that they go without question.

Unfortunately for me, they do. They close the door behind them, and I'm locked in the room with Detective Penn. "What's wrong?" he fires the question off so quickly, I'm tempted to jump back in surprise. Can I avoid the question? I think back to the many times this has happened before, though they usually happen inside my room, dear ol Penn cornering me in the edge of my room. Not in a hospital room, not like this. Penn eyes me, waiting for my answer.

Can I run off? Nope. "Nothing." Simple, and to the point. This is how it usually starts out when I have a problem and I don't want anyone to know the truth of the situation. But, this time, it's serious. This involves something more important to me than a lot of things, even wrestling, it involves: my brother.

"C'mon Char, don't lie to me," he says in a more direct voice than I thought he would talk in. I eye him back, and sigh, shaking my head. The truth? I'm embarrassed to tell him about the Hardy Boyz contest, because I know soon as I tell him what his solution to the problem will be. No way.

"I'm not," I force out, feeling worse with each lie I tell.

Penn challenges me back, with his eyes darting between my green ones, trying to cave me in. Not this time. Sorry, bro. Penn sighs, and I think he's tempted to through the empty Pepsi can on his nightstand at my head. Oopsie. "Come on, CareBear," he presses. Sometimes, I think he likes to torture me with our childhood names and pleading. Gr.

"No, gelpen." Yeah, I definitely have the better of childhood names, ha.

This time, Penn does throw the can at my head. "Ow, you ass!" I yelp as I clutch my head, watching as the blue can rolls around on the floor. "I thought you said you weren't violent!"

Penn laughs at me like it's no big deal, and then smirks. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Fine," I groan, not realizing I just told him I'd tell him why I was acting weird. I groan again, this time slapping myself as hard as possible. Penn just rolls his eyes. "FNE. I'll tell you."

"Yay," Penn says in a childlike voice.

"Hmph," I start out, sending my brother glares. "Matt and Jeff Hardy are holding a contest where you can spend a week with them and see how the wrestling business and everything is," I sigh, as I answer, because, I know what's next.

"Wow, really?" Penn asks. "Did you sign up yet? How do you enter? What…wait, you didn't enter, did you?" I shake my head, bowing it down to the ground. "Why not, sis?" I'm tempted to run from the room again, and burst into tears. "Sis?"

"I didn't enter because I don't want you leave you," I barely make the words come out in a whisper. Penn doesn't say anything to me, which worries me more. "I know you probably want me to try anyway, but even though the chances are slim of me winning, I don't—"

"Char, enter the contest." It comes out of his mouth like sandpaper, dry and hard. He isn't mad at me though, more disappointed that the news wasn't more juicy, or maybe that I'm seriously considering this a problem. "You can't worry about me. Imagine if you win! This is a chance of a lifetime. You LOVE Matt and Jeff! I mean, if you won't do it for yourself, do it for me."

I sigh, because I know he's right, but I can't bring myself to admit it. The thoughts that were haunting my mind lume around inside my brain, taunting me like a child. "No, Penn," I reply with a bitter taste in my mouth. "What if something ha—"

"Don't worry about me," he forces out through clenched teeth. I can tell now he's getting mad. Fuck. He isn't mad that I'm not entering though, he's mad because we've had this conversation before. "Enter the contest, okay? Don't miss out on this, Char. Don't." And with that, our parents come back in and the conversation ends.

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