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"What the fuck?! Please tell me your joking Matt, because that it so not funny," Candy's petrified voice begged Matt.

"I'm sorry Candy. You babble like an idiot when you're drunk," Melina said apologetically, "we were going to tell you, but then the next day you didn't want to hear any of it."

"So, Matt Hardy is my dad."

"Well, yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

"Matt wasn't the only drunk Hardy at the party."

"I don't understand."

"Jeff was there, drunk as well."

"But, Matt had to have been 19 at the time. That'd make Jeff 16. My mom slept with a sixteen-year old."

"She had no way of knowing at the time, when Jeff started wrestling we let everyone assume he was 18."

"Because that totally makes it better, I've seen the old matches, you can tell he's not 18. She had to have known. My mother's a child molester."

"Hey, we don't know that Jeff's your dad. For all we now it wasn't me or Jeff."

"Candy just calm down," Melina said, "we're headed to a PPV. That means SmackDown will be there too. All four of us will drive into town and get a paternity test done. It'll solve everything."

"What do I do until then?"

"You relax and feel lucky."

"What do I have to feel lucky for?"

"You're the luckiest kid in the world because you just went from zero daddies to two."

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Candy tossed and turned, unable to get any sleep. Earlier that day, Matt, Jeff, and Candy, accompanied by Melina, had gone to the clinic and given samples of their DNA to be tested. The results would be in tomorrow afternoon. Candy climbed out of the bed that she had all to herself thanks to the fact the Melina and Matt were sharing a room. She tiptoed past the bed Candice and Mickie were in and slipped out the door. Candy took the elevator down to the lobby. She sat on one of the couches flipping through channels on the TV. However, nothing could calm her mind. She headed back upstairs and was about to put her key in the slot, when she paused. She turned and walked the length of the hallway. Four doors down, Candy knocked softly hoping he was awake. She heard steps from inside and then the door opened. Randy Orton stood there in a pair of pajama pants examining Candy, who only wore a cami and short shorts.

"Can I come in," Candy asked meekly.

"Yea, of course," Randy said, opening the door further allowing Candy to enter.

Candy walked across the room and plopped down on the messy bed.

"A single," Candy asked.

"Yea, I'm more of a privacy person."

"Oh…"

"So what's up Candy?"

"I just…I'm getting some pretty big news tomorrow and I don't really want to be alone."

"That's cool, what do you want to do?"

"This may seem really awkward, especially at three in the morning, but can you just sit with me," Candy asked looking pleadingly into Randy's eyes.

"Of course," Randy replied as he sauntered over to the bed and sat beside her.

Candy rested her head on his massive shoulder and she felt him wrap his arms around her. They sat like that for quite some time. Finally, Candy looked up at Randy and brought her lips to his. The kiss started off sweet but grew more passionate as they fell back onto the bed. Candy's hands explored Randy's torso, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her hands. Randy rolled onto his back pulling Candy on top. His hands slid up under her shirt, pulling it off, over her head. As she felt his hands slide toward her waistband, Candy was forced to stop Randy.

"Wait…"

"What?"

"We can't."

"Why?"

"Well, we aren't even a couple. It's not like I'm waiting for marriage, but I'm not just going to give myself away to anyone."

"You're a virgin?"

"Yea…"

"Don't worry about being inexperienced, its fine."

"No, Randy, stop!"

"Fine," Randy said shoving her off him.

Candy landed on the other side of the bed. As she searched for her shirt, she found a bra, which definitely wasn't hers.

"Ummm, whose is this," Candy asked holding the bra up.

"Layla's," Randy grumbled as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his hand.

"Are you guys like…a thing."

"Not really, but we do things."

"Oh, my god you pig," Candy said as she finally found her shirt and pulled it over her head, "everything people said about you was true."

Candy stormed down the hallway, back to her room in tears. Blinded Candy slammed into a body and fell to the floor.

"Here."

Candy took the hand offered to her and was pulled up from the floor, right into the face of Jeff Hardy.

"Oh…umm…" Candy stuttered.

"What's wrong," Jeff asked.

"Nothing," Candy sniffled into his wife beater.

"Come on, let's get you in bed, you ain't going nowhere," Jeff said in his southern drawl.

Candy leaned into Jeff shoulder, not paying attention to where he led her.

"Do you have your key card," Jeff asked.

Candy checked, but couldn't find it realizing it fell out in Randy's room.

"No," Candy sobbed, "it fell out."

"It's all right, we'll just knock, you have roommates right?"

Candy nodded.

"Then they'll open the door back up for you."

Jeff knocked; as he did Candy looked up and read the room number.

"Wait…"

But, it was too late. Randy Orton opened the door.

"You're sharing a room with Orton," Jeff asked Candy.

"No…"

"But, this is the room you left from, I'm sure of it."

"It was," Randy added from the doorway.

"Shut up, Randy"

"Did you come back for more?"

"Oh, so you and Randy. That's cool. I guess I'll just see you tomorrow afternoon."

"No wait…"

"Hey, don't feel obligated to me, just because of the whole situation."

"That's not it…"

"It's all right sweetie," Randy said wrapping his arm around her, "he's cool with it."

Candy shrugged his arm off her and called after Jeff but it was already too late.