growth.- jeff hardy

chapter 3: matt?

"You have to call him." Phil smirked at me. I groaned out loud from my spot on the hotel bed. You'd think Phil out of everyone would understand why this was so difficult for me.

"Phil, I haven't seen or talked to them in years. Things are different now." We used to be so close but after the... incident, I couldn't bring myself to reach out. Phil rolled his eyes at me and stood up. He made his way across the room to my phone on the night stand. "Phil-"

"You either do it now or do it at the taping." He stayed tossing me my phone. "it'll do you some good Libby." At that, he left the room. I groaned again. Stupid Phil being right. I picked my phone up, scrolling to the number to click call. Lifting the phone up to my ear I sighed quietly. He probably doesn't even have the same number. Yeah, he defini-.

"Hello?" Or not.

"Matt... hey."

"Olyvia, dude, we've-"

"Missed me?" I chuckled to myself. "I missed you too, Matt."

"You're on smackdown?" Matt was always nosey.

"Obviously, duh."

"That means you and Jeff are.." He trailed off.

"On the same brand, I know." I buy my lip. "We're still bitter, at least.. I think so."

"He misses you-" He paused before speaking again. "Why did you.. you know, leave?" I could basically hear the frown in his voice.

I took a deep breath, "I'll explain soon. It's still hard yaknow? One day she was happy and the next..." I stopped myself. I could feel myself about to cry. I bit my lip harshly.

"Wait are you talking about-"

"Matt, I gotta go. I'll see you guys at the taping." before he could reply I hung up. I rubbed my hands up and down my face and laid back. God, why was this so hard?

°friday, 7:30°

I cautiously walked into the arena, scanning the area. So far, so good. I looked around once more before quickly walking to Phil's locker room . Just as I gripped the door handle a hand grabbed my shoulder. I tensed up and let out a scream turning to punch the mystery person. I heard a groan. I opened my eyes to see Matt holding his stomach in front of me.

"Jesus Libby, it's me." He huffed out in pain, holding his stomach."

"Fuck, dude i'm sorry!" He laughed at how flustered I was getting.

"It's okay Libby."

"Thank god, i'm still sorry." I felt so bad for hitting him.

"It's fine, but listen, You and Jeff need to talk." He was frowning.

"Matt, listen-"

"Phil told me. You guys are talking tonight. You're telling Jeff."

an/ woo i'm back w. another installment of shit writing. hope you likes it . what's libby hiding? lol. see y'all soon.