Title: The Lie Behind His Eyes

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I do not own the wrestlers in this fic. Nor, will I ever.

Summary: Jeff likes to let everyone think that he's happy being alone. He claims that love isn't real. What if it were all a lie though? Caused by years of hidden abuse? And what if the only one who can see it…is the one who "hates" him the most? SLASH.

Note: These are memories.

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Jeff dragged his hand down his face, trying hard to keep his eyes open. He looked up wearily as his best friend continued to talk.

"He's never even looked at me…he's so consumed with Evan…" John Hennigan sighed softly. "I mean…I get that they're almost married…but I can't help that I like him…hell, I love him."

"Honey, Evan and Matt are not together. They're just close…" Jeff bit his bottom lip. "If you only told Matt how you felt -"

"No!" John interrupted, "I can't do that…he doesn't even know I'm alive!"

Jeff giggled. "Don't be a drama queen, Jo." He closed his eyes, smiling at the image of his brother and his best friend together. John had been crushing on Matt for two years now. They would make such a pretty couple…Matt, with his overly sexy-ass dominant personality and John, the pretty submissive with a gorgeous body…it was a wet dream.

"You're so lucky you don't believe in love, Jeff." John sniffed, his eyes lowering to his sundae. "It means you'll never get hurt."

Jeff didn't answer, keeping his eyes closed.

"You're getting too fucking fat! Stop eating all this junk and fucking exercise!"

Jeff flinched when a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Jeff? Are you okay?" John asked, his brown eyes concerned.

"I'm good." Jeff twiddled his fingers. "Love isn't real. Well, I don't think so. You and Matt could believe in it though, I'm sure you would both look really cute together."

John sighed, "Can you talk to him for me?"

Jeff groaned. "Why don't you do it?"

"Please, Jeff?" John whimpered. "I love you."

Jeff's eyebrow twitched. Ugh.

"Fine, dammit. I'll go talk to him." Jeff stood, kissing John's cheek before taking off, sliding his hands into his pockets. He had only been walking a few steps when someone knocked into him, almost causing him to fall flat on his ass.

Jeff looked up and wished he hadn't.

Olive eyes stared back him. They narrowed. "Watch it, queer." He was standing right next to his girlfriend, who was watching Jeff with nervous eyes.

"Bite me, cunt." Jeff murmured before he nodded slightly at Maria. Alright, so what she was doing was wrong…but it wasn't his business.

Phil smirked, his eyes dancing, "Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

'Not as much as your girlfriend likes blowing Nemeth.' Jeff snorted, "In your dreams."

"Don't you mean in your dreams?"

Maria sighed uncomfortably, "Philly, can we please just leave him alone? I swear, it's like you love him at times with the way you tease him."

Phil frowned. "Yeah, right. My tastes don't run to the ugly."

Jeff bit his bottom lip.

"Why does everyone think you're so fucking pretty? Haven't they ever seen how ugly you actually are?"

Jeff lowered his head so that his hair shadowed his eyes before pushing himself in between Maria and Phil, continuing down his walk. He felt his chest tighten in pain.

'You're okay…you're just fine…'

As he walked, he noticed all the couples. Why did there have to be so many?

Cena and Orton…Jay and Adam…Cody and Ted…Chris was with Evan and Matt and Hennigan were meant to be…

'You're okay…you're just fine.' He said to himself again.

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Matt lowered his book, watching Jeff flop onto the bed. He smiled a bit. "Jeffro?"

Jeff's voice was muffled against the sheets. "Mmph?"

"Are you alright?"

Jeff looked up just in time to see Matt tuck a lock or curly black behind his ear. Really, were people blind? Could they not see that Matt was actually the better looking brother? Or…were people just being kind to him…but telling him that he was better looking?

"I don't know why I put up with you…I could be with your brother. Compared to him, you're just another blonde. You're lucky you have those eyes. If Matt had green eyes, no one would take a second glance at you."

"Jeff?"

Emerald eyes blinked. "Oh, sorry…what were you saying?" he sat up, bringing the covers over his chest.

Matt frowned. "Are you alright?" he repeated. "You look odd."

Jeff smiled wryly. "Well, I am odd…"

"That's so not what I meant." Matt chuckled, cuddling under the covers with his brother. He pulled Jeff closer. "Tell me what's wrong or I'll bite you."

Jeff giggled, "Bite me, then." He shrieked loudly when Matt attempted to bite his cheek. "Stop, stop!"

Matt laughed and stroked Jeff's hair. "Well? Gonna tell me what's on your mind?"

Jeff bit his bottom lip. He rested his cheek on Matt's chest. "…John really likes you."

"Does Randy know that?"

Jeff bit his tongue to keep from laughing. "Not Cena…Hennigan."

"Hennigan," Matt repeated softly. "…Does he really?"

Jeff smiled, not missing the delight in his brother's tone. "Uh huh. He won't shut up about you. It's not like I didn't know that I had a gorgeous brother with a delicious chest and yummy-"

"He said all that?" Matt interrupted.

Jeff looked up to see a large grin on Matt's face. "Yes. Do you like that?"

"Well, he's a real pretty kid…and he's a sweetheart. I think I do like it." Matt smiled down at Jeff, "Did he say he wanted to be in a relationship?"

Jeff nodded. "Yes…"

"Great!" Matt stood, shoving Jeff off. "When'd you see him last?"

Jeff lowered his head. "He's probably still in catering-"

"Thanks bro!" Matt ruffled Jeff's hair and grabbed his jacket, quickly leaving the room.

Jeff smiled softly. 'Finally…'

His best friend and his big brother were finally going to get together…

"And now, there's a new couple…" Jeff left Matt's bed, heading to his own. He pulled off his shirt, falling down onto his bed.

"Be thankful that you're good at sucking dick, otherwise, I would have left you already."

Jeff swallowed thickly before turning off the lights.

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"You did it again, Jeffrey." Trish smiled, watching John cuddle up to Matt, who was staring down at him adoringly. "How do you even know these things will work out?"

Jeff smiled, tapping his temple. "I'm the Love Guru," he giggled. He led Trish towards the Hotel's pool.

"If that's true," the little blonde murmured. "Then why aren't you in love?"

'Because I had an ex who would verbally abuse me into thinking that love is a complete lie…' Jeff shrugged, "Haven't found that special someone yet. I'm glad you did though. Eve really loves you…and after what happened with Amy, I thought you'd never go for it."

Trish sighed. "Amy never meant to do it. I know she didn't. She's liked Lisa since before I liked her…and I'm glad they're together."

They walked at a slow pace, stopping when they heard angry yelling from a room. They watched in stunned silence as Nick Nemeth pulled Maria by the hand, gently leading her out the room. Phil followed, his fists tightly clenched.

"Excuse me," Nick murmured, brushing past Jeff. Maria had tears running down her cheeks.

Phil was not so polite. He roughly shoved Trish aside.

Jeff caught the smaller blonde, holding her steady.

Trish growled, "Hey, asshole! Is that how you treat a lady? No wonder Maria cheated on your ass!"

Everyone, and that does mean everyone, knew that Maria and Nick had a relationship. Phil had been the last to find out.

Phil's back stiffened and he turned, his olive eyes turning a shade darker. "What'd you just say?" he lifted his hand, fully intent on hitting Trish.

Jeff grabbed his wrist, pulling it down roughly before he pulled Phil close. "I understand that you're hurting," he whispered into Phil's ear. "But that doesn't give you permission to hit someone half your size. Especially a woman."

Phil shook with anger before he pushed Jeff away, turning his back. His shoulders sagged. "…I'm sorry, Trish." He did sound genuinely sorry. Phil was normally a quiet, sweet guy. Well, except to Jeff. He would never raise a hand to a woman though, and Jeff knew it.

In his state of mind, Phil felt the need to hit something. It was only natural. He was in pain…

Trish watched him go before looking over at Jeff. "I think you may need to hook him up."

Jeff smiled weakly. "He hates me…but I'll see what I can do."

Everyone deserved to be happy…even Phil.

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-Hotel Bar-

"Jeff!" Randy yelled, his blue eyes glazed.

Jeff blinked up at him and smiled a bit. "Drunk Randy. Oh joy." He giggled as Randy held up a finger.

"…You need to get fucked." Randy slurred. "Your ass is looking tighter than usual. That's not normal."

Jeff glanced back at his ass. "Okay…?"

Randy swung an arm around Jeff's shoulder. "I have a dude…who's looking for ass…"

Jeff snorted, "Tell him to look behind him." He led Randy back to Cena, who was having a chat with Matt. "I found your blue-eyed god," he told Cena, smiling playfully.

Cena smirked, tipping his hat to Jeff. "I thank you, Cupid."

Cena and Randy was another couple Jeff made. Actually…Jeff made every couple. Well, except Hunter and Shawn…but they were before his time.

"You're very welcome!" Jeff patted Matt's back. "How's it going with bestie?"

Matt smiled, "Oh, Jeff…he's amazing. I've never clicked with someone so much. Thank you so much."

Jeff kissed his cheek, "No problem, brother. Tell him to call me later, I'm gonna get some sleep."

Matt nodded, patting Jeff's shoulder. "I'll be up soon."

Jeff smiled once more and made his way out of the bar, heading towards the elevators. When it opened, it revealed a red-eyed Phil Brooks.

Jeff rubbed the back of his neck, "Uh…I'll just take the next one."

"No…you could come in." Phil whispered. He moved aside, letting Jeff in.

Jeff looked at his feet. "I'm sorry about Maria…"

Phil shrugged. "She fell out of love…I get it." He bit his lip ring. "…How do you do it?"

Jeff tilted his head. "Do what?"

"…How do you not care?" Phil whispered. "How do you avoid falling in love…and getting hurt?"

"Would you fucking stop wearing that sweater? It doesn't make our eyes look cute, no matter how many people say it does. You look fucking ridiculous."

"Stop telling me you love me, because you won't be hearing it back."

"I'm going out tonight, don't wait up. I don't want you to."

"Don't even bother to cook, I'll eat out with some of the guys."

"Voice your opinions to someone who cares."

"…Dude…?"

Jeff snapped back to reality, looking over at Phil. "…I…I've…never found that special someone."

Phil raised a brow. "You got a real weird look in your eyes a couple seconds ago…almost like…" Phil moved closer. "You were afraid."

Jeff forced a laugh. "The hell are you doing looking into my eyes? Turning gay on me, Punk?"

Phil frowned. "You wish, Hardy. Besides, if I were turning gay, I wouldn't go for you. I hate ya, remember?"

Jeff smiled, watching the elevator doors open. "Yeah…I remember." Jeff patted Phil's shoulder. "Stay safe, Phil…" he got out, heading towards his room.

"…Stay safe, Jeff."

Jeff smiled, opening the door to his room. Punk didn't hate him.

"...Honey-suckle…" the deep voice murmured from within the room.

Punk didn't hate him…but God probably did.

Jeff stared at his ex in shock. "…You…you can't be here…"

Chris Mordetzky's (Masters) eyes narrowed. "We need to talk."

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John Morrison and Matt Hardy would be the perfect couple.

Matt would dominate the hell out of pretty JoMo. Hell, Matt can dominate everyone.

I wanted to try a new villain…

Too many people use poor Randy, Mark, Scott or some big guy to be the villain.

Thought I'd go for something new, even though I like Masters. XD!

Yes, this shall be Junk. Why? Because they look yum together.