Matt hummed under his breath as he made some popcorn. Earlier that day, he, Adam and Jeff had rented a whole bunch of movies, and now they were planning on watching them. Hopefully, if all went to plan, the three of them would have a nice, quiet and relaxing night ahead of them.
"We are not mixing Skittles in with our mini marshmallows and popcorn!" Adam yelled at Jeff as he followed the Rainbow Haired Warrior into the kitchen. "That candy does not go with everything Jeffery Nero!"
Jeff turned around, his eyes absolutely blazing at this point. "They do too Adam Joseph! Skittles go with everything because they are a bite sized fruity rainbow. M&M's are not that. They are just chocolate with different colored shells. There is nothing special about them!"
"M&M's are an American constitution!" Adam replied. "They're like baseball for God's sake!"
Jeff looked at him incredulously. "Why should that matter to you? You're Canadian!"
Matt raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jeff might have just won that argument. "Good point little brother," he said as he patted Jeff on the back. "But unfortunately, M&M's do go better with popcorn and mini marshmallows, so I'm still taking Adam's side on this one."
"Yes!" Adam cheered. He smirked at Jeff. "In your face! In your face! In your--"
Jeff raised his hand like he was going to slap Adam, which made the Rated R Superstar jump back and flinch uncontrollably. Matt immediately grabbed Jeff's wrist and forcibly lowered his arm. "What are you doing?" he whispered angrily. "Are you trying to give him a heart attack?"
A guilty look went across Jeff's face. In the heat of moment, he had obviously forgotten how sensitive Adam still was to having a hand raised to him. It had only been two weeks since Dave had died, and since that time, Matt had noticed that Adam was having a hard time getting used to the fact that he didn't have to constantly be afraid anymore. It wasn't as bad when they were together, but the others had told him that Adam was absolutely jumpy and scared whenever he wasn't around.
"Sorry Addy," Jeff said quietly.
Adam shook his head. "I'm fine. I just…I…I'm going to the living room now."
Matt watched him go before turning to face Jeff. "What the hell did you do that for?" he asked. "Really, was that necessary?"
"I wasn't thinking, alright?" Jeff said. He was starting to sound like he was getting pissed. "It's kind of hard to remember what scares him when he flinches at everything these days."
"Well what do you expect? Dave put him through the ringer." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. He knew that was just the wrong thing to say to Jeff. It made it sound like he had forgotten what Dave had done to Jeff.
Jeff just shook his head. "Whatever man." He started walking towards the back door. "You and Adam have a good time tonight. He's your priority anyway, so you should just go ahead and be with him."
"Damn it Jeff, don't be like this," Matt said as he began chasing after Jeff. "You know I didn't mean it like that."
"Really? Then what did you mean Matt?" Jeff stopped walking and turned around to get in Matt's face.
Matt sighed. "Jeff, I know Dave put you through hell. We all know what he did to you. But it feels like that every time any of us try to help you, you get mad and tell us you don't need help. But when we don't help you enough for your liking, you get mad and act like we don't care about you. It's really fucking confusing and I don't know what to do anymore. I love you and it's killing me to see you like this."
Jeff stared at him for a minute before shaking his head. "Well I'll help you out by going home for now. I wouldn't want Addy to lose his Matty."
Matt groaned as Jeff stormed out. He was so damn moody that it was nearly impossible to talk to him. He was acting like he did right around the time he had his whole drug problem and it was worrying Matt out of his mind. He wanted to help his little brother desperately, but he didn't feel like he was getting through to Jeff at all. Mark. I have to get Mark to talk to him. Mark will be able to help him because Mark's amazing like that. He always saves the day.
James propped his feet up on the pew in front of him. This was an entirely new experience for him. He had never actually been inside a church before tonight, and he wasn't all that impressed. He had always figured he would get struck down by lightning as soon as he stepped into one, and the fact that he hadn't been was disappointing to say the least. "So when am I supposed to start feeling God's presence?" he asked the priest he had tied up at his feet. "I thought this was his house. Isn't he supposed to be here to punish me for my wicked ways?"
The priest, who was better known as Father Johnson to the people who attended the church, didn't say anything to him. He just kept staring at James like he was the devil or something.
James just grinned and pushed Father Johnson's head around with his foot. "Come on Padre, don't be all quiet. It's not like you're going to live through the night either way, so you might as well talk to me. I'll make your death much more painful if you can't help me carry a decent conversation."
Father Johnson stared at James for a moment before finally speaking. "God is here my son," he said quietly. "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not."
"Why? Is it just because you say so? Do you assume that just because you believe in God that he's actually here? Do you think he actually cares? Because honestly, if he loves you as much as you obviously think he does, then he would send some sort of miracle to save your sorry ass." James grabbed his pack of cigarettes and took one out. "Maybe it's just me. I don't understand any religion, so you shouldn't take any of this personally Padre. I just don't get the appeal of putting all of your faith in a higher being that may or may not exist."
"So what do you believe in?" Father Johnson asked. "You have to believe in something."
James thought about that for a minute. "I believe that everyone shapes their own fate," he admitted. "And how each person shapes it affects everyone around them. I also believe evil is a matter of perception. I mean, I've been a killer basically all of my life and I don't think I'm evil at all. I'm just a guy who's doing what makes him happy. I don't see anything wrong with that."
"You don't think it's wrong to take an innocent life?"
"Thinking is overrated Padre," James said. "I'm a man of action." That was when he took out the gun he had been hiding and shot Father Johnson in the head. Laughing to himself, he got up and left the church. There had been no real purpose to that whole conversation other than to kill some time before he flew out to Sacramento, which was where the next Smackdown was taking place. He had been thinking about Mark and Jeff nonstop for the past two weeks and he couldn't take it anymore. He had been through too much with Mark to just lose him now. As for Jeff, well James got why Mark had fallen for him. He really did. He remembered the way Jeff looked while he had been sleeping. It had been enough to make James infatuated with the younger man. And when James started to like something, he made it his. Mark had found that out a long time ago, and it was a lesson that probably had not been forgotten. It would only be a matter of time before Jeff learned that too.
"One, twenty one guns," James sang under his breath as he got in his car. "Oh Sacramento, here I come…"