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Well, here's part seven.
The crew went to a club, and Chris wasn't the only one ready to wage war on Adam Copeland. Jeff took Matt to dance and Mark went to eat, so Punk took it as his chance and sat across the table from Adam.
"You fucking snake." Adam looked up and saw the riled up Straightedge Superstar. He smirked and crossed his arms.
"What did I do, Philly?" He said, knowing exactly how to rile him up.
"You said you wouldn't hurt Carolina!" Punk shouted, "And then you go and put on a show for Chris fucking Irvine! What's your deal?"
"I did not put on a show for Irvine-"
"Bullshit. You made sure Chris could hear every sound you and Carolina made. You made sure he could hear everything! What's your fucking problem?" Punk and Adam stared at each other, and then Adam laughed.
"So what if I did? Matt and I are allowed to have sex- we're dating. And if it hurt Chris in the process, what's the big deal?"
"The big deal is Chris won't quit," Punk said, "Chris won't give up until Carolina's going up to his room every night. Your show did nothing. I just thought you would reassure him that you loved him, not use him to hurt Chris! What if I fucking tell him WHY you sucked him in the locker room?"
"Look, Philly, I don't know what crawled up your ass, but relax. If you suddenly have a boner for my boyfriend, I don't care. Matt and I aren't breaking up, not because of you, or Chris, or anyone. I know what I'm doing..."
"No you fucking don't." Punk leaned over the table. "Let's get three things straight. First, Carolina's not a fucking pawn, or a trophy for you and Chris to fight over. He's human, and you two are going to mess him up at this rate. Second, you're his boyfriend. Try to act like it and not like his owner. Third of all, and this is most important, if I EVER decided that I wanted Carolina, I'd have him. What we have between us is stronger than anything he'll have with anyone, except Jeff. So you better stop playing with him like this or I'll show you who the hell you're messing with."
"Is that a threat?" Adam asked.
"You bet your ass it is."
"Well, stick it up your damned ass. You don't fucking scare me. I'm a good boyfriend and I know it." Punk laughed.
"You know what, Adam? Tell yourself that, if that's what it takes to get you to sleep. Especially since Matt's not going to your room tonight."
"What..."
"I'm sure an impromptu sleepover with his buddies is in order," Punk snarled, "And he will choose me over you tonight, Adam." Punk walked away and began looking for Matt. He had to make sure his best friend was safe before he did anything else.
*
Matt and Jeff danced until the lights dimmed to the point where they could hardly see each other. Sensing a slow dance come on, Matt left Jeff to find Adam. Jeff was immediately found by Mark, whose arms he went into and just let him control the dance.
Matt walked down the booths, trying to remember which one was theirs, when he was pulled into a booth. He thought he fell, so he looked up and said, "Sorry."
"Don't apologize for what I did, Matt."
Matt blinked. "Chris, please, leave me alone." Matt tried to get up, but Chris pulled him back into the booth.
"We need to talk."
"No we don't."
"Yes we do." Chris held Matt tightly until he was sure Matt was done fighting. Matt breathed against him, and Chris felt his heartbeat against his stomach. "Matt, you don't have to be worried."
"I said leave me alone..."
"But that's the problem, Matt. You said it, but you don't mean it." Chris shook his head. "How about I hit you with some facts, since you love those so much. Fact One: Matt Hardy misses our friendship just as much as I do." Matt didn't answer because he couldn't lie: he did miss Chris. But Chris was the one who made it impossible for them to be friends, not Matt.
"Fact two: Matt Hardy's boyfriend Adam Copeland will never understand him the way I do." Matt was about to argue, but Chris said, "Who would get into pointless arguments with you just because you like to argue? Who knows exactly how proud you are and would call you out on it? Who would get into a food fight with you at a restaurant he really liked just to make you more comfortable? If you were wondering, the answer is me."
Matt looked at him. "What's that supposed to change, Chris?"
"Fact three," Chris said, ignoring Matt, "Adam will never get Matt Hardy like I do. He will never get into a food fight with you. He would never give you the bed and not join you in it. Because facts are facts... you're not supposed to be with Adam."
"Where do you get off, saying that?" Matt asked, "You could've asked me out before I started things with Adam! You didn't. I'm with Adam now, and I couldn't be happier."
"You're dating someone who will never understand you like someone else does. How is that okay?" Chris hugged Matt against his chest. "Give me a chance, Matt. You're not married to him... just try things out with me. I just want to make you happy."
Chris' breath hit his neck, and Matt involuntarily shuddered. "Just one chance," Chris whispered.
"Finally, I found you!" A phone flashed in Matt and Chris' faces, and there was Punk. "Chris, fuck off, you Watcher-esque pervert." Punk grabbed Matt's arms and pulled him out of Chris'.
"Thank you," Matt breathed.
"No problem. What, you can tip a cow, but not a Jericho?" Punk asked.
"It's getting harder and harder to handle him," Matt admitted.
"Look, Matt, I want to suggest something." Matt looked at Punk. "Slow things down with blondie. Cut it off for a while."
"What? Punk, Chris'll think I'm doing it for him!"
"You're not." Punk looked him in the eyes. "Carolina, you're in the middle of a dangerous game of Steal the Bacon."
"Wow, I've never heard that used in a while-"
"I'm talking. You're the bacon, and Chris and Adam are trying to get you. Problem is, they're no longer focused on getting you- they're focused on one upping each other. And you're going to get hurt in the process."
Matt looked at him. "Adam's not messing with Chris."
"Come on, Carolina. He decides to suck your dick right on the wall of the locker room he knows Chris is in..."
"Chris was next door?" Matt said, blushing.
"And Copeland knew it. He's playing with you, Matt. You need to get away from him for a while, from him and Chris."
Matt nodded. "Yeah. Can I stay in your room tonight? I need to think this shit through."
"Sure. I'll invite some guys over, and we can have an all night slumber party, and we can bitch about the assholes of the locker room."
"Sounds better than dealing with this crap," Matt said.
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