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A/N: So...I don't know if Beth is really that nice...but I like her, and I'm anti-Beth hate. She's cool to me. Sort of a longer chapter...and I'd like to dedicate it to Kyle (CanadianWriter23)...HAPPY BIRTHDAY. :) Enjoy the chapter.

Guest room…wow. It's very big. I'm studying each any every part of it, wondering how Matt usually lives alone in a house this size…I'd go insane. "This is my room?" I find myself asking her, touching the pretty bedspread and the dresser. The furnishings are scarce, but it doesn't matter. The room is still huge and you could possibly live in it full time if you had to.

"Yep," she chirps, making sure everything is in place. I didn't even notice the small bathroom until she turns the light on. "We left you a couple towels in here. And soap…and shampoo," she says, as if she's trying to remember what else. "If you need a blow dryer, I have one. Actually, if you need anything, I'm sure I can find it. We have almost a whole room full of clothes and more stuff that fans sent. It's insane."

I nod, still pretty shocked that people live like this. "Wow."

Beth grins. "You'll be saying that word a lot, trust me."

I shrug, and place my one bag on the bed. "I guess I will, huh?"

Finally, I sit on the bed, and look around the room once more, staring at the pale blue paint on the walls, and the dresser's unique curves. Beth is still inside the bathroom, making sure everything is alright. She's humming along to some song, one I don't think I've ever heard of.

"So, what's planned for this week?" I call out to her, kicking my legs on the end of the bed, and glancing into the mirror. My hair looks good for the humidity; it's falling wavy down my shoulders, the red streaks standing out like a yellow raincoat in a black room. I can almost see my gray-green eyes shining with excitement, they're almost dancing, to be exact and my eyes never dance. And oh my, my skin is glowing in its pale color, anyone could tell this is the happiest I've been in a long time.

Beth doesn't turn around, but calls out, "Oh, I'm not too sure, you'll have to ask Matt. He's got a ton of stuff planned, I think. Actually…I do know of one thing, but that's…it's a surprise." She turns around to face me, and grins wildly, her eyes clearly telling me that I'm not gonna know for a while.

"What? Tell me!" I squeal, and jump off the bed and into bathroom. I almost feel as I'm back in high school when your friend just shared the kiss of her life but she's pulling that bullcrap that says, 'I don't kiss and tell.' I suppose here it's…I don't talk to the Hardyz and tell? Hm, weird.

But she's the only girl in the house…we need some kind of alliance if things get pretty crazy with the boys, right? Hell…why am I even thinking of this? I shrug and grin at Beth. "You betta tell me."

"Nope, my lips are sealed, Charity," she chirps and giggles.

"Do not pull that Mary-Kate and Ashley line on me!" I say, laughing. Suddenly, though, I'm silent when I hear the front door slam closed, and the ever familiar voice of Matthew Moore Hardy and Jeffrey Nero Hardy waver their way through the house. And suddenly, I'm frozen behind Beth, my eyes wide. "Hide me!"

"Charity!" She's laughing like a hyena now, trying to get me from behind her back. I grip onto her harder, and then run into the shower. "Charity! STOP." But the funny thing is, she's still laughing.

"Beth?" Matt's voice calls out, and it seems he's at the stairs. He's coming up the stairs. Oh shit! HIDE ME. "Are you home? Hello?" I hear Matt and Jeff coming closer, now panicking.

"I'm in Charity's room," she calls out, and again tries to pull me out of the shower, meanwhile, trips and falls in with me. "CHARITY," she hisses, giggling.

"I didn't do anything," I reply, red in the face.

"Yes you did."

"I did NOT!"

"Yes, you did." Giggle.

"No, I didn't."

"Uh…hello?" Matt says, peering into the bathroom, only to see Beth and I, on top of each other. Jeff comes up behind him, and raises his eyebrows. "Um…hi?" And then, the unimaginable happens. Beth and I stop giggling and burst into a high volume of laughter.

"Babe? Is there something I should know?" Jeff asks, slightly amused, and I begin to wonder if he's joking or not. "Is there a reason why you're in the tub?"

-Beth's POV-

I'm in the fucking tub laughing my ass off in front of Jeff and Matt, the winner, Charity Burns under me, her sides shaking from laughing so hard. There are tears in my eyes, as we both try to assemble a sentence out of the mayhem. Matt seems to be more than bewildered, and Jeff just seems so very amused to why this situation is coming about.

"Babe?" Is there something I should know?" Jeff asks me, his tone slightly joking. He shifts his weight to one side, and then looks at Matt with a smirk. "Is there a reason why you're in the tub?"

Oh, you know, the girl that just came to spend the week with us and I are really getting it on. No, you ass. I fucking fell, what else to do think? I ask him mentally, rolling my eyes. "Er…no reason." Unlike my mind, my mouth is unable to form a complete sentence without starting to giggle.

"Are you going to get out?" Matt asks Charity and I. I smile at Charity, whom I've gotten to know a bit in the past hour or so. She's a nice girl, doesn't seem too fan-girly and seems to know her boundaries. For now…she's good. We'll just have to see, I guess.

Charity grins back at me, and then, finally, I think she realizes who's in front of her, when Matt holds out his hand, after he helps me up. She looks at it as if it's from Mars, and it could quite possibly be toxic. "Gonna get out?" he asks her, giving her a warm smile. I'm trying really hard to not burst into fucking laughter. She looks like a little lost puppy.

So, before she can ruin herself, I eye her and glare. I think she gets it as she puts her hand out to, before giving Matt a timid smile and stepping out of the tub. You can barely hear her say 'thank you' as we leave the bathroom.

-Charity's POV-

Oh my God, Matt Hardy is in front of me. Holy fucking shit. Why the hell am I laughing like I'm with friends or something? Damn…I'm such a fucking idiot. His hand is out, get up! I scold myself, and take his hand, feeling as if the past five minutes were the most embarrassing in my life. How could I do that? Now, this is embarrassing.

We leave the bathroom, but I'm still pretty bewildered as we head down the steps into the kitchen. Someone needs to say something before I barf. "So, Charity," Matt starts. I knew there was a reason I loved him. "Did Beth torture you?"

I give him a weak smile, and muster up all the courage inside me. "No, not really."

"Good," he says, laughing. "Well, as you know, I'm Matt, and this is my brother, Jeff, and it's nice to meet ya." God, we all sound so formal. This is horrible. I coached myself for this…I can not sound like a fan-girl…or I will hide in my room for the rest of the week. No. Lie.

"Nice to meet ya too." This time, I give them a wide smile. "Thanks for holding the contest, this is a dream…or a fantasy come true. Never in a million years in hell would I think I'd be here right now."

"We're glad," Jeff speaks up, his accent apparent. "Nothing too much is planned for today, but we're gonna show you 'round the house and the neighborhood, and we figured we'd go out for dinner."

"Dinner?" I ask. "Oh, you don't have to, I—"

"Don't worry about anything," Beth whispers in my ear, and Matt confirms what she said.

"This is all planned out," Matt explains. "Now, let's get you settled."

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