Hope had finally made up her mind. She was going to tell Jeff how she really felt about him. You couldn't get the smile off her face no matter what. She'd been hit with an overwhelming sense of confidence. This was it. After this she was finally going to be happy. Happy with Jeff. It made Hope all warm and fuzzy inside just to think about. She was headed towards the lobby, looking for Jeff. Kelly Kelly had said she saw Jeff going that way earlier. When Hope got to the lobby, she was horrified with what she saw.

Jeff wrapped his arms around Michelle's thin waist. He pressed his lips onto hers, feeling her mouth open against his. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he instantly thought of Hope. When Michelle slid her arms around his waist, he thought of Hope. When she tugged at his lip ring with her teeth, he thought of Hope. When Michelle finally pulled away, Jeff uttered a single word. Hope. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into Michelle's eyes. Not Hope's. It was official. He was wildly in love with Hope.

That kiss.

Hope felt the hot tears stinging her cheeks again. She quickly ran off before Jeff noticed her. The brunette ended up running into Punk. She clung onto him, bawling her eyes out. Naturally, Punk pulled his arms around her, telling her that it was going to be okay. He felt oddly guilty. He wanted Hope to come back to him. Just not like this. Not because she'd just been hurt. Right now, Punk lost all respect for Jeff. What he did was lower than Punk's actions. Hope lifted her head, catching Punk in a kiss.

"I'm sorry," Hope whispered.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Punk replied. "I'm sorry."

"Why'd you use me?"

"In the beginning I wanted to torment Jeff. But, then I fell for you."

"Do you love me?"

"More than anything."

"Are you lying to me?"

"I wanna be with you more than anything else in this whole entire world."

"I love you too."

Hope kissed Punk again, letting her lips linger near his. She still harbored her love for Jeff. She probably always would. But, she couldn't believe in him anymore. Not after that kiss with Michelle. It hurt to even think about. Punk wrapped his arms around Hope's slender body, resting his head on her shoulder. He smiled even as Jeff came over. Jeff shot Punk a dirty glare, the fire in his eyes returning. His eyes then cut to Hope, bumping green fire into her face.

"Hope, I was just looking for you," Jeff said.

"Where? Down Michelle's throat?" Hope snapped.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb."

Hope gave Punk a quick kiss on the cheek before walking off. Jeff stood there, staring after her for a moment or so. Then he looked towards Punk for an explanation. Punk didn't give him a verbal answer. He just started laughing. Jeff couldn't be that oblivious, could he? No, no. It wasn't that possible. Even Hawkins and Ryder were smarter than that. Jeff grabbed Punk by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall. That's when Punk got pissed. He cracked Jeff right in the jaw.

"What the hell is your problem?" Jeff snapped.

"You just broke Hope's heart!" Punk shot back.

"Pot meet kettle."

"I didn't kiss another girl after admitting that I loved her."

"How does she know about that?"

"She was there when you were talking to John."

"No. I didn't see her there."

"Under the bed, Einstein."

"I just screwed up royally."

"How could you say you love her and then kiss another girl?"

"I kissed Michelle to see if I liked it. To see if I really love Hope."

"What was the verdict?"

"I just lost the girl I love. What do you think?"

"I think you're an ass."

"Well, you're no better, Punk."

"Guilty as charged."

Hope made her way to the hotel's bar and found an empty stool. The image of Jeff and Michelle kissing was still burned into her brain. Hope asked the bartender for a double martini. She noticed Triple H and Shawn Michaels sit on either side of her. The two of them were like her big bodyguard brothers. And partners in crime. Hope enjoyed helping DX out with their antics. Especially when it involved Vince, Coach or Regal. Coach was the best to pull a prank on. He was way too gullible. Triple H and Shawn simply stared at Hope, neither one saying anything. They could tell she was upset. Hope took a sip of her martini, making it clear that she wasn't speaking about her problems.

"What's wrong, Hope?" Triple H asked.

"Don't, Hunter. I don't wanna talk about it," Hope answered.

"Yes, you do. Otherwise you wouldn't be sitting in the bar," Shawn countered.

"Fine. I don't wanna talk about it now."

"Okay. Fair enough."

"Hey, we got a proposition for you," Triple H nudged her.

"I'm not in a prank-pulling mood."

"Shawn said to tell you that's a sin."

Hope finally cracked a smile. "What do you have in mind?"

"We have two trucks full of roosters," Shawn explained.

"Say no more. I'm in."

"We just don't have the key to Vince's hotel room."

"Yes, we do," Triple H corrected.

He pulled out a hotel key from his pocket. Hope laughed as he smiled while Shawn raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Triple H couldn't help but laugh at Shawn's confused face.

"Hunter, where'd you get that key?" Shawn asked.

"Stephanie," Triple H grinned.

"I like the way you think."

Jeff couldn't believe how badly he'd screwed up. He never meant to hurt Hope. He'd never meant for her to see the kiss. Then it hit him. She'd been in the shower with him. Jeff let out a fierce groan as he headed back to his hotel room. This wasn't good. The feeling he had in the pit of his stomach, it kept eating away at him. It was like a slow-acting poison. It killed him slowly. He'd done the one thing he swore he wouldn't. Jeff had sworn that he wouldn't hurt Hope. What did he just do? He hurt Hope. Now he was kicking himself for it. Matt was reading a book when Jeff walked in. He put his book down when he saw the look in his little brother's eyes.

"Jeff, what happened?" Matt asked, concern in his voice.

"I broke her heart," Jeff answered.

"Hope's? How'd you do that?"

"I kissed Michelle McCool."

"Why?"

"I wanted to see if my feelings for Hope were real."

"Did she know how you felt about her?"

"She heard me when I was asking John for advice."

"She'll come around. Don't worry."

"No, she won't. She's already back with Punk."

"Jeff, give her time. She's angry."

"No. You didn't see the look she gave me."

"I'm sure you're blowing this out of proportion."

"She hates me, Matt."

"That's impossible. She doesn't trust you."

"It's the same thing in my book."

Jeff left the conversation at that. He made his way over to the bed and collapsed onto it. After curling up into a ball, he closed his eyes and let the tears fall. Matt wanted to console his brother but he didn't know how. This was different from when their mom died, this was different than what happened with Michaela. Matt hated when he was helpless and saw his brother hurting. It killed him. Maybe he could talk to Hope. That seemed like a good idea. Then again, Matt didn't really want to leave his brother alone. He made up his mind to go see Hope in the morning. Right now, Jeff needed him. He tossed a tissue box at his younger brother, who responded with a weak 'thanks asshole'. Even something as small as that made Matt smile.

"Hope, can we talk?"

The brunette looked up to see John standing in the door. She smiled, motioning for him to come inside. She still didn't look him in the eye. It was obvious what he wanted to talk about. The one night stand. But, Hope didn't want to talk about that. She knew neither one of them wanted it to happen in the first place. Why couldn't they just leave it at that? Because this was John and he wasn't that kind of guy.

"Stop," Hope muttered. "I hate when you give me that look."

"Gets you attention, doesn't it?" John laughed.

"Do we have to talk about this?"

"You know the answer to that."

Hope sighed, "Fine. Let's talk."

"What happened between us shouldn't have happened."

"No shit."

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you. If you never wanna speak to me--"

"That'll never happen, John. I grew up with you, you're my brother."

"I thought that maybe you'd hate me."

"We were drunk. Shit happens."

"Shit happens."

"What would I do without you?"

"You'd be so lost."

Hope laughed. She knew it was true. John gave her advice on everything and helped her with every problem she's had. Without him, she probably wouldn't be in the WWE right now. Hope moved towards John, sitting in his lap. They were flying out to England the next for a Raw. Hope had been excited earlier. She and Jeff had planned on hitting the best restaurants together. That didn't seem like it was happening now. It made her feel incredibly crappy. The funny thing was that she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Something happen with Jeff?" John asked.

"I saw him kissing Michelle McCool," Hope answered.

"What? When?"

"I don't know. Maybe an hour or so ago."

"But, he said he was in love with you."

"Guess he didn't really mean it."

"No, he meant it. That's a fact."

"Well, I decided to give Punk another chance."

"Are you on drugs or something?"

"He makes me happy."

"I do like seeing you happy."

"Because then I'm not a bitch."

"You're always a bitch."

Hope shoved him. "Asshole."

"Just…be careful. I don't want you getting hurt."

"That makes two of us."

Guilt. Why the hell was CM Punk feeling guilty? He wasn't the one that Jeff to go and kiss Michelle McCool. But, the look of devastation on Hope's face had killed him. Why didn't she slap Jeff too? She hit hard as hell. His jaw still hurt. Punk was on his way back to his room, thinking about Jeff and Hope. Were they meant to be? It kind of seemed like they were. They just meshed so well. Or was Punk meant to be with Hope? More questions with no answers. Randy Orton saw Punk and headed over to him.

"Nice fat lip," Randy commented, smirking.

"Thanks," Punk replied. "I could give you one just like it if you don't shut up."

"Hey, man. Relax. I just come with information."

"Information? Orton, you've got to be kidding me."

"I don't kid. This is about Hope."

"Stay away from her."

"Can't promise that, Punk."

"Is that what you came to tell me."

"No. Hope slept with John."

"You're pathetic. John's her childhood best friend."

"I know this for a fact."

"So you saw them having sex?"

"No."

"Then you don't know it for a fact."

Punk rolled his eyes and started to walk away. Randy quickly held him back, glaring. Punk looked down at Randy's hand on his chest and shoved it away. Now, he turned to face Randy and folded his arms across his chest. He wasn't in the mood anymore. For some reason, Punk believed what Randy was saying. That's why he hadn't just knocked him out yet. Randy said some useful things once in a blue moon.

"Hawkins and Ryder," Randy said.

"The Edgeheads? What about them?" Punk asked.

"They were crawling in the vents by Hope's suite. They overheard her and John talking about a one night stand."

"I don't' believe that."

"I think they were drunk or something. Whatever."

"I'm giving you three seconds before I kick your ass."

Randy wasted no time in darting off. Punk took the elevator up to his room. This was crazy. Hope and John? Drunk sex? It didn't fit. Then it him. That's why John was all jumpy earlier. It all made sense now. It hurt, a lot more than it should have. He knew Hope felt guilty about it. Punk saw the guilt in her eyes when she looked at him. Now he understood what it meant. Was he going to break up with her? No. he had two very good reasons. One, it would shatter her completely. And two, he loved her. But, was he going to tell her that he knew about the affair? Or was he going to play dumb? Right now, that wasn't important. The only important thing was seeing Hope happy. That's all that mattered to him.

"I love Hope," Punk said, aloud.

Hope looked up at John as he wiped her tears away. She let out a small sigh and sat up straight. John raised an eyebrow, knowing that she had something to say. He was also pretty sure that he knew what she wanted to say. He motioned for her just to spit it already. She stuck her tongue out and threw a pillow at him. Then she got serious again.

"I love Jeff," Hope admitted. "He's everything."

Matt sat on the radiator across from Jeff's bed, watching his brother cry his eyes out. Maybe he wouldn't wait until tomorrow. Maybe he'd go find Hope now. Matt couldn't stand seeing his brother in this position any longer. It was making him heartbroken. Still curled up in a ball, Jeff lifted his head and looked Matt in the eye.

"I love Hope," he whispered. "More than anything in the world."

Michelle McCool sat with Maria and Ashley in their hotel suite. The three Divas were playing truth or dare. Maria's dare had been to seduce one of the bellhops into giving her his uniform. Which the bubbly Diva had found very easy. Michelle had picked truth and was asked if there was anyone she had feelings for. She bit her bottom lip, looking from Ashley to Maria and back to Ashley. Finally, she spoke.

"I love Jeff."