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A/N: Thanks SO SO SO much everyone! 10 reviews? I LOVE YOU GUYS. :) And thanks for all the help to two select people, I think ya know who you are. Littlerascalash gave me a great idea for a sequel to this, but I'm not sure yet if I will do it, we'll see. So...I can't believe Shannon Moore is actually gone. And that Randy Orton re-injured himself. I want a ban on motorcycles, hmph. XD Well, enjoy the chapter. :)

I reach her door just as it slams in my face, followed by the sound of objects being thrown. Oh Charity, please don't destroy my house, he didn't mean it, I think and knock on the door. The throwing stops, but she doesn't say anything. "Charity? It's Matt, please unlock the door."

Silence.

"Charity? C'mon, Jeff didn't mean it, he just wants to get to know you," I say to the white wood, hoping she'll unlock it.

Silence.

"Fine." I walk into my room, grab the set of keys behind my closet door and walk back over. The noises had rebegun. Slowly, I shift the key to her door into the lock, and open it. She looks at me like I'm a complete stranger, staring at the key in my hand, as if it were poison. "Charity," I begin, and then notice she's repacking.

She doesn't move, so I figure I've got her traumatized or something. "Oh Charity, please don't leave. Jeff's an ass; he just wants to get to know you. Beth and I understand how weird this is, please don't leave. We have so much we want to do with you this week."

Even more silence.

"C'mon. Put the bag down and come downstairs with me. I'll let you say anything you want to Jeff." Okay, lame joke. She looks down at the bag in her hands, but doesn't move. I gently lift her chin as I move closer to her, and shake my head. "C'mon, you said it yourself: this is your dream. Are you going to give it up just because of a couple words? I want you here. Beth wants you here. Believe it or not Jeff does want you here." I pause and contemplate saying what I am about to. "And you sure as hell know your brother wants you here. Whether or not you think so at this moment: you want to be here. Don't give this up, Charity." I stare at her, as she in a sloth-like motion sets her bag down.

Then, she hugs me, and I can't help but smile. "Thank you," is all I can make out because the scent of her is filling my nostrils and I can't help but realize how beautiful she is.

"C'mon," I say slowly. "Let's go back downstairs. You can watch as I beat the hell out of my baby brother."

Charity giggles as I give her the V1 sign, which she returns with a timid smile.

-Charity's POV-

Fuck Jeff Hardy. He can go step in front of a train for all I fucking care! I run from the hallway and slam the door and start throwing my bags and stuff onto the bed. Someone knocks on the door, stopping me in my tracks.

"Charity? It's Matt, please unlock the door." I bite my lip and shake my head, even though he can't see me. I hear him sigh on the other side as I stay silent. "Charity? C'mon, Jeff didn't mean it, he just wants to get to know you," he says a little louder. I shake my head again, waiting for him to leave me alone so I can pack and go spend my time with my brother. "Fine."

Sweet relief.

I begin to pack my clothes back together, tossing the few things that had already made their way out back in. Then, the door opens…what the hell? I flip around to see Matt staring at me, a concerned expression on his self-tanned face. "Oh Charity, please don't leave. Jeff's an ass; he just wants to get to know you. Beth and I understand how weird this is, please don't leave. We have so much we want to do with you this week."

I just stare at him, biting my lip, and holding back tears. Why the hell was I about to cry? I'm fucking eighteen, so Jeffrey Nero Hardy called me a bitch, big deal. GROW UP.

"C'mon. Put the bag down and come downstairs with me. I'll let you say anything you want to Jeff." Well, that was lame, I can't help but think. I look down at my bag, wondering if I should stay.

Matt moves closer and cups his hands around my chin. "C'mon, you said it yourself: this is your dream. Are you going to give it up just because of a couple words? I want you here. Beth wants you here. Believe it or not Jeff does want you here." I pause and contemplate saying what I am about to. "And you sure as hell know your brother wants you here. Whether or not you think so at this moment: you want to be here. Don't give this up, Charity." I think about Penn and how mad he'd be that I went home because of this. So, I set my bag down in a sluggish pace.

I hug him, and do so without feeling a slight bit embarrassed. "Thank you," I manage to whisper and he wraps his arms around my back and smiles.

He pulls away and looks at me. "C'mon. Let's go back downstairs. You can watch as I beat the hell out of my baby brother."

I have to giggle as his smile turns goofy and he gives me the V1 sign. Proudly, I return it and follow him. When we come down the steps, Jeff's pouting and Beth's glaring at him like a child – it's a funny sight.

She seems surprised that I'm with Matt, but doesn't say anything. Beth smiles at me, averting her gaze to Jeff and widening her eyes as if to say, 'do it.' Slowly, the rainbowed haired extremist turns around and looks at me. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, and I can tell he doesn't really mean it, but was forcefully told to tell me so.

I nod my head as Matt tells him they're gonna have a wrestling match. "What?" he asks in disbelief, looking at his older brother. "Now?"

"Yep, for you being an asshole," Matt chirps and grins. I have to laugh. "C'mon baby bro, fight me."

"This is ridiculous, I am not."

I laugh again, and turn to Jeff with a smirk. "What? Not man enough?" Jeff scowls, but I think he's surprised I didn't stutter and shake to my knees in front of him. "Just leave him alone, Matt, I think he's learned his lesson," I tell him, patting both their shoulders. Suddenly, I'm not so scared anymore. It's like what Jeff and Matt said to me, regardless of what it meant, eases me.

"What? I wanted to see a fight!" I hear Beth call out, sitting on the couch, Lucas curled up on her lap, ice cream in a bowl, in her hands. "You shoulda let them fight, Charity, it would have been a hoot." Jeff scowls again, prancing his way over to his girlfriend and plopping down on the couch.

"I'm sure everything is going to be a hoot with three people ganging up on me," Jeff mumbles. This time, Matt, Beth, and I laugh heartily.

"So, I think I'm gonna go update my MFers, it's getting pretty late…" Matt says, looking at the clock on the wall. Almost twelve. "You two going to bed?" Matt nods to Beth and Jeff, who already seem distant. I would say they were definitely going to bed, ha. He rolls his eyes and turns to me, "How about you?"

"I guess," I mutter, brushing my bangs out of my face. "I'm pretty beat."

"Alright. If you need anything, feel free to wake me or those two," Matt says, with a smirk, "up. Night Charity."

He just kissed my cheek. HOLY SHIT. Okay, relax. I blush madly, seeing Beth smirk out of the corner of my eye. "Yeah…right. Night Matt." Oh, hell yeah, I could definitely get used to this.

So, I realize the story is going a little slow now, but I wanted for the Hardyz and Beth to get to know Beth a little and have a little interactions of some sort. Don't worry, the romance/drama/angst will be picking up soon. I lied too, the visiter is the the next chapter. :) And he's adorable. Kay? Well, read and review, my pretties!