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Well, here's part four.
Three Months Ago
Matt laughed as the younger superstar stammered, his lisp making it harder for Matt to hear his protests, "I... I don't think you want to spar with me... I'm just going to get in your way..."
"Come on, Swagger. You need to be more sure of yourself if you're going to make it in this locker room. And you've beaten me twice before!" Matt urged. Jake shook his head.
"No thanks. I'll just work with the punching bag." Jake's face was almost completely red- it was like he didn't know that he was a WWE superstar and a previous ECW champion.
Chris was listening to the conversation and decided this was his chance to talk to Matt alone. He'd been planning for weeks how he'd finally ask Matt on a date- he didn't know when it happened, but he slowly got a crush on the elder Hardy. Sure, he and Matt were friends for a long time, but it wasn't until Jay pointed out how he went out of his way to be nice to Matt that he thought anything of it.
Okay, he didn't offer to spar with most of the locker room. Okay, he didn't joke with everyone, or chat with them online for long periods of time. But he didn't realize that the treatment he gave Matt was special- or that Matt made him happy just by smiling, or laughing his easy laugh.
"I'll spar with you," Chris offered. Jake was surprised- he'd long heard that Chris was a loner by choice, and that he disdained on most of the wrestlers, but here he was, offering his time to Matt Hardy.
But Matt thought nothing of it and smiled. "Thanks Chris. Let's go."
Matt walked over to Chris and they walked together to the ring. Chris put on his best fake-sneer and said, "You sure you can keep up with the Wrestler of the Year?"
Matt laughed. "I'm positive I can kick your ass, loudmouth."
"Oh yeah? Who beat three Legends at Wrestlemania?"
"Who got knocked out by the worst looking punch in Wrestlemania history?" Matt shot back, "I beat Jeff in his prime at Mania."
"And then he made you quit at Backlash, asslown! I sent Steamboat back to retirement the way only perfection can."
"Okay then," Matt said, "Put your money where your mouth is. Loser buys the other a sandwich. Deal?" Matt held out his hand, giggling.
"Deal," Chris said, shaking his hand, "Oh, and remember, I like ham and cheese."
Matt shook his head. "Such a cocky jackass. I'm a fan of turkey on poppy seed bread."
"You'll love buying yourself that, then." They laughed and walked to the practice ring and they got ready.
"Pinfall or submission, right?" Matt asked.
"What else?" Chris asked, "Um... no count outs, DQ's in place... sounds good?"
"Yeah. Perfect." Matt coughed and put on his best Howard Finkel voice. "This match is set for one fall! In one corner, the King of Jackasses, the Clown of Clowns, Chris 'the Sheep Lover' Jericho!"
Chris laughed and put on his Lilian Garcia voice. "And in the other corner, He who Does not Like Mustard, the Emperor of 'I Quit', Matt ''The Big Head' Hardy!"
"Let's have a clean match, Sheep Lover."
"Sure. Big Head." They went at it and, even though Chris was the more famous wrestler, Matt matched him blow for blow. After a few grapples, spears, punches, and Irish Whips, they were both tired- but no one was closer to winning.
Chris went to do a Codebreaker, but Matt surprised him. He caught his head in midair and pulled him down. Chris hit the floor with a bang, unable to move. Matt pinned him and, three seconds later, Matt was standing up with his hands in the air.
"Alright," Chris mumbled, "You win. You'll get your damned turkey sandwich."
Matt laughed and held out his hand. "Come on, Sheep Lover. It was a good match."
Chris grabbed his hand, seeing his chance. He pulled Matt on top of him, causing a squeal from the younger man. There was barely an inch between their faces, and Chris could feel Matt's hair tickling his face. He could see every inch of Matt's beautiful face, and he said, "There's something I've been meaning to ask you."
Matt blinked, "Yeah? What is it?"
Jeff and Mark watched from outside, and they saw the scene. "Holy cow, Chris really does have a crush on Matt."
Jeff nodded, "I told you."
Mark shook his head. "I mean, Chris offering to spar with someone... it's mind boggling."
"Poor Chris. Do you think he knows about..."
Jeff shook his head. "No. Which is why I have to go save him." Jeff and Mark walked in, making Matt and Chris look up and stopping Chris from asking Matt the million dollar question. "Hey!" Jeff shouted, "Let's tag team!"
Matt and Chris exchanged glances; neither of them want to face the Deadman. "You're good," Matt said, rushing to stand. Chris stumbled up and they both began to walk out, holding each other as they did.
"Poor Chris is going to get his heart broken eventually, Jeff," Mark said, "He's going to realize Matt and Adam Copeland are together eventually."
"Well, maybe Matt will be spared from having to break his heart," Jeff said, knowing how much it would haunt his brother to hurt Chris.
*
Matt and Chris giggled as they walked down the hall. "I'm going to get some water," Matt said, "Want some?"
"Yeah," Chris said. Matt left, and Chris walked into the locker room to get changed. There, he saw Adam Copeland, one of the most stuck up men he's ever met. And yes, while that might be the pot calling the kettle black, at least Chris wasn't making fun of the rookie.
"Whath the matter, Thwagger?" Adam mocked, making fun of his lisp, "Too dumb and clumthy to realith that thith wath my bag?"
"I'm sorry," Jake said, looking down, "I didn't mean to..."
"I didn't mean to, but I'm thuch a big lother that I make retarded mithaketh!"
"Hey, Copeland!" Adam looked back at Chris, giving Jake time to escape. Chris crossed his arms and said, "You jackmule, leave the kid alone."
Adam snickered. "Mind your own business, assclown."
Chris clenched his fists. "I should kick your damn ass."
"Come get some, Irvine." Chris stepped forward, and Matt came back.
"Hey Adam," Matt said. He gave Chris his water, and then took a drink, "Want some water, Adam?"
"Sure." Matt took another drink, and Chris smiled, thinking Matt was purposely being rude to Adam, but then he pressed his lips into Adam's. Adam tilted his head back, accepting the kiss and drinking the water from his mouth. Chris watched in horror- no way. Matt... and Adam?
Matt pulled away and kissed Adam on the cheek. "How was your day, babe?"
"Didn't go too bad, Mattie love. You?"
"Awesome. Oh, and Chris owes me a sandwich." Matt turned to Chris. "Speaking of which, you had something to ask me?" Adam looked at Chris, wrapping his arm around Matt and patting his ass. Chris felt his spirits lower- how could Matt even think that Adam fucking Copeland was a good idea? How could he even touch Adam without cringing?
"Yeah," Chris said, thinking of another question besides 'Will you go out with me'. "Um... you want to go tomorrow, instead?"
"What?"
"The sandwich. You want to go get it tomorrow?"
"Oh, sure," Matt said, "I was going to ask you if we could do it later anyway; I forgot I had plans with Adam."
Plans with Adam. Each word pierced Chris' heart, but he put on a smile anyway. Matt didn't deserve to be upset, not just because Chris waited too damn long to ask him out. "Cool. Well, I'll catch you later. See you around, Copeland." Chris left, but not before seeing Adam pull Matt into another kiss. He blinked, trying not to think about Adam and Matt, Matt and Adam, doing what he knew they'd be doing soon enough...
Matt woke up early in the morning; around fourish, and began quickly gathering his things. Technically, Chris still owned him for two more hours, but he was asleep; he wouldn't miss him. Matt heard Chris groan, and he froze. Was he awake? Matt walked over and looked at the Canadian, who seemed deep in thought- but still asleep.
"Alright," Chris suddenly mumbled, "You win. You'll get your damned turkey sandwich."
Matt froze- what did Chris say? Was he awake? And where did he hear that line before? He bent down to see if Chris' eyes were open in the slightest, and, suddenly, he was on top of Chris.
Matt tried to slowly move off of Chris, afraid of waking him, but his hand was caught in a vicelike grip. He couldn't move, not without waking the Canadian. He'd heard rumors that Chris talked and moved in his sleep, but he never really thought he'd end up on top of Chris, feeling him breathe beneath him.
"There's something I've been meaning to ask you," Chris said, still mumbling. Then, it hit Matt- this was a conversation they had three months ago, after a sparring session. Why was Chris dreaming about that? In reality, that was the part when Jeff and Mark barged in, but they didn't in Chris' dream. "Matt, I like you."
Matt stood silent, but the Matt in Chris' dream must've answered, because Chris said, "No, I mean, I really like you. A lot. And... I want to take you out sometime. On a date." Matt didn't know what to do, and dream Matt must've had the same dilemma. "Please, Matt, say something," Chris pleaded.
Matt then decided to do something very stupid. If Chris woke up, it could ruin everything. But Matt had to get away, because hearing what Chris really wanted to say was breaking his heart. And he was sure that Chris would let him go if he did this.
Matt bent his head down, lips an inch away from Chris' ear. "I really like you too Chris. I'd like to go out on a date with you." Then, Matt closed his eyes and moved so he was face to face with Chris. Just one, and he'll let you go. And you can forget this craziness. Matt gently pushed his lips into Chris', and Chris automatically reacted, his hand falling limp and his lips moving against Matt's.
Matt moved away as soon as he felt that Chris wouldn't grab him again. Chris' lips were in a small, humble smile. "Mattie, you have no idea how happy you've made me." Matt turned away and ran out as fast as he could, knowing that Chris would be heartbroken when he realized it was, for the most part, all a dream. He felt bad for manipulating Chris like that, but Chris manipulated him first, forcing him on this date.
He went to Punk's room, knowing the lie would be more credible if he woke up in his room, and knocked on the door. A quick, rude reply came. "Wait, fuckface. Don't interrupt George and Weezy time."
Matt laughed, knowing Punk lived for sitting in front of the TV watching the Jeffersons at late night with a Pepsi in hand. He waited until the commercial, when Punk finally got up and opened the door. "Where the fuck have you been?" Punk asked, "And... is that my shirt?"
"Don't worry about it and yeah, it is. I bet you have a few of mine lying around in your bag." Matt walked in and Punk watched him carefully as he closed the door. Something was off.
"You sure there's nothing you want to share with the class, Carolina?" Punk asked.
"Positive," Matt said. He bit his lip and said, "Hey Punk, you mind if I test something out?"
"Um... okay, I guess." Matt nodded and grabbed Punk's cheeks, planting one on the Straightedge Superstar. Punk immediately pushed him away and said, "Okay, asshole, let's pretend that never happened."
Matt nodded, but he already knew what he wanted to learn. When he kissed Punk, it was like kissing his Grandma- he felt nothing. But, when he kissed Chris, it was different. There was something there. It wasn't like when he kissed Adam, but he still felt something between him and Chris.
He shook his head, telling himself he was being silly, and settled down to watch TV with Punk. Punk, already forgetting the impromptu kiss, offered Matt a Pepsi from his stash. Matt nodded and took one. As he drank, he knew that, once he saw Adam, all these thoughts about Chris would be gone. All he had to do was see Adam.
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