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After everyone had finished dinner and cleaned up, Colt didn't give Punk a chance to back down from what he said. Right now they were packing a bag because he didn't want to pack all his stuff especially if Jeff had changed his mind about them. Which could very well be the case. He had tried calling Jeff just a few minutes ago but he hadn't answered. Scott just told him that maybe he was in a match or since he didn't recognize the number that he wouldn't pick up.
"Colt I don't even know where he lives besides Cameron, North Carolina." He stated looking down at the t-shirt he had in his hands.
"It can't be that big of a town, plus I'm sure we'd know his place when we saw it." His friend laughed not knowing what Punk did.
"He doesn't live in a big house or anything, Scott. He lives in a trailer on some land he owns." And there had to be plenty of those roaming around such a small town like Jeff had described he lived in. Colt blew out a breath as he paused in his own packing but suddenly smiled.
"There is one person we know that's been to his place." What the hell was he talking about? Sometimes he really worried about his friend. Giving up on trying to figure out who the hell he was talking about, Phil shrugged and threw up his hands asking what he meant.
"Come on man, Bryan. Bryan stayed with him while we were in Charlotte right?" Punk was glad his friend was so optimistic about the whole thing but seriously what was Danielson going to do? Draw them a map? There was no way he knew the exact address. Colt was set on it though as he went to the phone and dialed their mutual friend. The one sided conversation was pretty easy to follow surprisingly enough and apparently Punk had been wrong. Bryan did know the address, well not technically but he knew the road they turned down to which only Jeff and Matt lived on. Thanking their coworker, Colt hung up the phone and smiled victoriously at Punk.
"Now hurry up, I wanna make it there in a decent time."
"It's like a 13 hour drive and he won't be there for a few days anyway. He's on tour." Colt shook his head like he knew something was up which piqued Phil's interest.
"What do you know that I don't?" He asked cautiously.
"Don't freak out or anything but Bryan told me that Jeff had tweaked his knee at tonight's show and medics are sending him home for two weeks." Punk's eyes must have widened to a dangerous level because Colt had rolled his and told him not to worry. How would he not worry though? He had just learned that his boyfriend had an apparent serious enough injury to be sent home. Picking up his pace he threw just a few more things he would need in the bag and told his friend to follow suit. Chuckling Colt put his bag on his shoulder and followed Punk out to the car.
"I don't think I've ever seen you like this." Colt nonchalantly said. What did he mean by that?
"Like what?" Punk asked, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"So unsure of yourself. You're scared that he's changed his mind aren't you?" His friend was very perceptive most of the time and it probably helped that Colt's known him for so long. He was right though. Punk was scared, but not exactly in the way Scott probably thought. He wasn't unsure of how he felt about Jeff, however he was worried Jeff didn't feel the same. That was one of the main reason's he had decided to go on this little road trip. He needed to know where he stood. While he was sure Jeff cared for him, Punk just needed to know how far that went. Maybe he was setting himself up for disaster but Colt's dad was right, love was nothing if not a risk and even if he got shot down at least he tried. He didn't sit back and wonder what if, he actually tried. As Scott turned the engine over, Phil looked out the window he sighed. This might just end up being the last time he called Chicago home.
Jeff was pissed. The last thing he wanted was to go home during this big promotional tour but of course fate had to fuck him over. He had tried to argue with the trainers, doctor and even Vince about going home yet here he was on Vince McMahon's private jet heading to Cameron anyway. He would be there in a matter of hours and Matt had apparently decided that this was important enough to take a few days off with him.
"You're acting like a child." His older brother decided to chime in. Jeff looked up the scowl still on his face as he stuck his tongue out. How was that for acting like a child? Ever since his fight with Phil he had been in a horrible mood and when he had tried calling he got no answer. He didn't know if it was just that he was already moved out or if he just didn't want to answer. Either way he knew it's going to be a while before he saw him again. It would have to be Punk who got in touch with Jeff because there was no way he could get in touch with his boyfriend… hopefully they were still dating. Jeff decided to just not think about it at the moment because the more he thought about it the more depressed he got. Maybe a nap would be a good thing. Whatever the trainers gave him for the pain was really starting to work. He could already feel his eyes getting heavy. Closing his eyes he could feel himself letting go of reality and entering dreamland.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep but he could feel someone shaking him into awareness. Couldn't they just leave him alone with his dream? It was such a nice one too, he and Punk never fought and he had went on tour with Jeff.
"Come on Jeff get your ass up. I'm not going to carry you off this fucking plane." Came Matt's annoyed yet amused voice. Opening his eyes just enough so he could peek through his lashes, Jeff groaned seeing his brother standing above him.
"Fine but as soon as we get home I'm going back to sleep." He muttered as he stood up, a bit wobbly at first.
"You alright?" Matt asked, his hand immediately going to his younger brother's arm to steady him.
"Yeah, it's this medicine. Makes me lightheaded is all." Being helped off the plane, he was greeted by their friend Shannon Moore.
"Well this is one way to get time off." He joked motioning to Jeff's knee which was heavily wrapped. Jeff just gave a tired smile as he gingerly go into the car.
"While we are ecstatic to see you, Shan, we really just wanna go home and get some rest." Matt said, finishing his statement with a yawn. Shannon helped Matt get the bags in the car and in just a few minutes they were headed home.
"Thanks for picking us up." Shannon looked in the rearview mirror and smiled as Matt thanked him. Usually Matt was being all big brother to him as well since he practically grew up around the Hardy brothers, and that entitled him to a lot of yelling. He knew the two brothers were tired and he sped up without breaking the speed limit awfully bad. It would take at least an hour or so to get them from the Charlotte airport back to their hometown and by the looks lf it Jeff wouldn't make the ride.
"What'd they give him?" Shannon inquired, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. The dark haired Hardy looked over at Jeff before answering.
"Percocet. He'll probably be sleeping good for a while." Matt chuckled deeply.
"What happened exactly?" This kid with his questions.
"He was being pushed off the top rope and didn't land right. Ended up twisting his knee, they said he irritated a ligament and just needs to stay off it." Shannon didn't say anything else, just nodded and went about his driving duties allowing Matt to fall asleep as well.
Jeff woke up again to the sound of people slamming doors. Stretching a bit before he opened his eyes he saw he was in a car. Oh yeah Shannon had picked them up at the airport. Running the sleep from his smoky green eyes before opening his door and going to the back of the car to grab his things.
"Well look who's finally awake." Shannon smiled, receiving only the barest of acknowledgement from the still sleepy man. As soon as Matt came back outside from the houses he yelled at the youngest for letting Jeff help.
"Shannon he's not supposed to be supporting his weight on his knee!" He came up beside Jeff and wrapped an arm around his waist while he let the 'Charismatic Enigma' lean against him.
"Come on Jeffro let's get you inside." Jeff had no objection to that.
Almost 3 hours and 182 miles later Punk was beginning to think that this road trip with Colt wasn't that good of an idea. Whatever his friend had eaten at dinner had made him gassy and nothing was worse than being stuck with a gassy Colt Cabana in a tiny metal death trap.
"What the hell crawled up your ass and died Cabana?! Please roll down a window." Phil was holding his shirt over his nose trying to block out the scent as best he could while his friend just sat in the driver's seat laughing his head off. He had finally given up on asking Scott to roll down a window so he reached over to the driver's side, hit the window unlock button and rolled down his own window practically hanging his head out of it.
"Oh it wasn't that bad." Colt huffed out between laughs. The look Punk shot over his shoulder only made Colt laugh harder.
"You're a little drama queen sometimes." Colt was still laughing. Phil let out one of those fake laughs as he hit his friend. Not very hard but of course he exaggerated and gasped loudly, hitting Punk back. Soon an all-out faux bitch fight went down. Colt was sissy slapping Phil and he was doing the same back to his friend. All of a sudden a siren came from behind them followed by red and blue lights.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Punk mumbled under his breath as Scott pulled over to the side of the road.
"I blame you." Colt said just as the officer got to the window. He tapped on it with his flashlight motioning for Scott to roll down the window and he did just that earning light to the faces of the two inside the car.
"License and registration please." The cop had the same generic trying to be tough voice that all cops had and as Colt handed over what was asked of him the officer spoke up again.
"Yours too son." Rolling his eyes Punk dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet handing the cop his license as well. He looked over them real fast then back at the car's occupants.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked not even letting them answer as he started again.
"You were swerving pretty bad back there. You two had anything to drink tonight?" Punk scoffed at the idea.
"Wanna say something, son?" What was it and this guy calling him son?
"Look we weren't drinking because we don't drink. We're straight-edge." He answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Meaning what exactly? I don't know what the hell you're getting at here, son but you could have really injured someone back there. I'm gonna have to ask you both to exit the vehicle." As Colt started to unbuckle his seatbelt, Punk didn't move.
"Come on man, let's just get this over with." His friend sighed but Punk stood his ground. He wasn't going to leave the car.
"I'm not getting out. He can obviously tell we're not intoxicated because there are no signs. No slurred speech, no red puffy eyes nothing, hell he can even ask me to recite the alphabet backwards but he's not. So if you'd like to hand us back our stuff, son, we'll just be on our way." The officer's jaw clenched and he looked like he was about to yank them out of the car but instead he threw their license and registration back at Colt and told them to be more careful.
"What the hell's wrong with you? Antagonizing a cop?" Scott waited until the police officer pulled out from behind them before he pulled back onto interstate 65 south.
"Dude it's like 10 o'clock at night. I didn't want to get out of the car because a stupid pig thought we looked shady. Now I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up in a few hours and we can switch places." Settling down into the seat he leaned his head against the now closed window and closed his eyes. Whether or not he'd get any sleep was a different story though. All he could think about was Jeff. His mind just wouldn't rest. What if Jeff wouldn't forgive him? Sighing he realized that he might not have made the right decision. Well he had only 10 hours left to beat himself up about it. He better get started on an apology.
Punk was there, next to him, he could smell his shampoo. Jeff's eyes shot open looking for a man that wasn't there for the second time that night, if it could even be considered a night. He had been sleeping on and off ever since he got back almost 12 hours ago. He was pathetic. He had been catching hints of his unique mix of candlewood and lemongrass scent everywhere, no he was imagining the scents. Phil had made it very clear where he stood on the whole moving in situation so there was no way he was here. Sighing, Jeff let his body fall back into his soft bed. He was assuming it was late morning or early afternoon, either way he didn't care. It wasn't like he could do anything even if he wanted, his knees hurt too bad when he moved around.
"Are you just gonna lay around all day?" He hadn't even heard Matt come into the room.
"Go away…" Jeff groaned not even bothering to look at his older brother. He felt the bed shift downward as Matt sat down.
"Let me see your knee."
"Matt I'm not a child. Now will you just leave me alone?" He just wanted to sleep the pain away and not just the pain from his knee.
"Really? Because you're acting like a child being all mopey and having a little temper tantrum of sorts, now do you wanna tell me what's really going on? Wait, is this about that Punk kid still?" Jeff rolled his eyes trying to kick Matt away as he took his little brother's leg out from under the covers.
"Don't blame him." It came out soft but he knew Matt had heard him from the audible sign he made.
"You think I don't know you got hurt because your head wasn't fully in the game? Because you were thinking about your fight with him?! Sorry if I don't think of him as innocent in this whole thing!" Matt didn't understand, he'd never understand. Jeff didn't respond though, he didn't want to fight with the older of the two. They sat there in silence as Matt finished rewrapping his knee and just as he stood someone knocked on the front door. The older Hardy left to room to answer and Jeff closed his eyes again. He wasn't expecting anyone so he knew it wasn't for him unless it was one of his friends coming to check on him. All of a sudden though he heard Matt start yelling at someone, he couldn't quite hear what he was saying though. He knew it was something about how the person didn't need to be here, that they had the nerve to show their face. Wait, Matt could only be saying that to one person but it couldn't be him. His heart picked up its pace as Jeff threw his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the pain. Bum knee and all he limped his way into the living room, trying to keep as much weight off it as possible. When he got there he leaned up against the couch letting it support his weight.
"Phi?" he breathed hoping like hell it was him. A dark head popped into his view and smiled. That was the last thing he remembered before the pain got to him and he passed out.
A/N: Alright guys I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger but stick with me I promise I have a plan. Also I just got hired at a new job and I'm not sure what my schedule will be like yet so it might take a while for me to update. Please please stay with me though.
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Wondercake