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A/N: Thanks for all the reviewers, readers, and everyone else! This is a shortish chapter, but it's sorta funny. And an early Happy Birthday to Shannon Moore. :) Enjoy to anyone that reads!
-Matt's POV-
Hey amigos! One more week until the contest I posted ends. Can you believe that me, Jeff, and Beth are going to have to read more than 2000 entries? Yep, we've gotten that much so far, it's insane! Hurry and get your entries in, as late entries won't count. After the contest is over, it will take a few days for us to read over the entries and see who should be the winner. The winner will be contacted via the phone about their lucky entry and then all the details will be sorted out.
I'm about to head off to my hot tub now, but I'll be checking for more entries again soon! Remember, amigos, you can catch me every Friday Night on Smackdown! and always remember, without you, there would be no me…
Matt
I click the post button again, and sit and wait to read some lovely comments from people. Some familiar faces are first to come, many saying they've already entered and can't wait to hear the results. I smile at this, I love hearing those MFers so passionate about the contest.
Hey, maybe Jeff was right, maybe this contest will be a ton of fun after all.
"Matt, you're out of milk!" I hear the always early Shannon Moore yell out from the kitchen and I sigh. Why must the man decide on coming over my house this early in the morning, and making my coffee? We must have a chat about this.
"Well, then Shan, go out and buy me some, since you use half of it anyway," I finally yell back and hit the 'home' button on my screen. New Picture comments, blog comments, new comments, birthdays, oh the joy of being a pro-wrestler. I log off and find Shannon in the kitchen, obviously confused. "What?"
"You have no sugar either?" I laugh and open the next cabinet, exposing a carton of the stuff. "Oh." I pat my friend on the back before laughing once again and leaving the room. Beth's in the living room on the phone with a friend, Jeff's outside with Lucas. I think he's been playing with a lot since loosing Jack. Sometimes, I just wish I could have saved the dog; maybe, just maybe that one thing would have made things a little better.
-Shannon's POV-
Matt's staring at me like I'm a fool. I ain't no fool. "Oh," I say, realizing that the sugar had been there all along. Matt laughs at me, before turning around and wandering into the living room. They always gotta tease me. Sighing, I pour some sugar into my coffee and dare to drink it black. I'm a man, I can do this. God, I'm corny.
Jeff's giving me a weird look now from outside. Great. Then, he bursts into laughter and rolls his eyes. I shake my head. Always gotta tease me…
-Charity's POV-
I just read Matt's blog and now I'm sitting here. Just sitting here. I had already told Penn this morning that I entered the contest, but I lied. I'm surprised he believed me, honestly.
Now what? I sigh, knowing how much I freakin' want to enter this. No, I can't. I can't risk anything happening to Penn. No, no, no. My phone starts to ring, which scares the hell out of me. "Ello?" I mumble not bothering to check the caller id.
"Why'd you lie?" Great, just freakin' great, it's Penn. He knew, I knew it.
"What are you talking about, Penn?" I sigh. Penn does too, which I expected. His voice seems weak, and I know what that means. I silently curse myself for lying.
"Don't play dumb with me Charity, damn it!" he snaps. I know he's serious as that boy never uses my full name. In the nineteen years my brother's been alive, he's used my full name honestly, twice before now. Once when my grandmother died, and the second time, when it came.
I sigh again louder. "Penn, I don't want to talk about this right now. So what? I'd rather be with you than with Matt—"
"You damn well know that's a lie, Char. You've been in love with these men since the day they debuted. Do not lie to me," he says, and the last line sends chills through my spine the way it's said. I honestly feel dizzy after the line was spoken.
"Look, Penn, I gotta go. What's important to me is you, not the contest and I—"
"Fuck, Char! Why can't you just do this for me?" He sounds upset now, like he really, really is fucking pissed. I know arguing with him is not a good idea, but, honestly? I'm not leaving him. "Please."
I sigh again. "If it honestly means that much to you that I enter this contest—"
"It does." I think I can feel Penn smiling in triumph.
"Then, I will," I finish with a pout.
"Good girl," Penn says, satisfied with what I told him. "Now look, I gotta go. Okay? Bye sis, love you."
"Love you too," I say, and hang up. Sometimes, I hate my brother.
-Matt's POV-
Hey guys and gals! Today is the last day to get the contest entries in! Have them to the email address by 11 PM EST so you have a chance to hang with the Hardyz! It's surely a week you won't wanna miss!
Until next time,
Matt.
PS – How did y'all like SMACKDOWN! last night? I was quite pleased with my match. Let me know what you thought.
Over 8,000 entries have come into the email address. I think between Jeff, Beth, and I, we're going to die reading them. Hopefully, we'll be able to pick a winner though. Jeff hopes it's a girl, which got a smack in the head from Beth, ha. Not that I would mind a girl either. I think that would be cool, actually.
Shannon's breathing down my neck at the moment and I'm about ready to sock him in the jaw. "Shannon Brian Moore if you don't get your head away from my neck in 3.5 seconds, you're gonna be on an all liquids diet."
I feel him back away quickly and mumble, "Jerk."
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