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I respect the actual beliefs and sexualities of the following wrestlers.

Okay, unless I decide to do an epilogue, this is the last chapter, and it's a fluff-fest. I had fun writing this story, but hey, all things come to an end. On another note, my pal XxShawns Guardian AngelxX is hosting a Secret Santa fanfiction thing. If you want to be a part of it, just find the story on my favorites list and read the rules inside. This is going to be great, and some of the best authors in this fandom are signed up, so go sign up! Now that the plug's out of the way (I feel like DX should promote their book now), here's the chapter!

The Last Day

I never thought it was possible to miss a person before you even left them.

-30 minutes ago from Tweetdeck

Today was truly their last day together. Matt would have to fly down to meet with Vince tomorrow, and then Dave would be alone again. There was a time when the idea would have appealed to Dave, but that time was long gone. This was truly the best summer of his life, and it was all because he spent it with Matt.

Matt was probably his complete opposite; he'd never understand how Matt was able to find anything intriguing about the giant pencil, he would never be able to keep up with Matt's endless amount of energy or his devious mind, and he would never get how Matt's mind could be on something as innocent as music one minute and then jump to something morbid like how people would react if he died.

But maybe that's why he loved him so much; Matt livened up his life, kept him on his toes. It was an adventure a day with him, whether it was crazy relatives, brownies with drugs in them, or going bungee jumping at his cousin's place. And now his life was going to be dull again; Matt was going back to work, and he was still on the bench.

Dave decided he didn't want to work out on Matt's last day there. Which was funny, because this all began with Matt coming over to work out with him, start their recovery to peak physical shape. As a matter of fact, they did very little of that, compared to all the idiocy they did in between that.

Dave smiled as Matt came into the kitchen, still a little wet from his shower. Matt grinned and said, "I know that look. That's the look when Dave's planning something, and he's hoping I don't see through him."

"Well, yeah, but this time, you're not going to get it out of me," Dave said.

"Is that so?"


"And what makes you so sure?" Matt asked, eyebrow raised.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you love me, so I'm going to ask that you don't try to get it out of me, and hope you love me enough to honor my request." Dave and Matt stared at each other for a while, and Matt said, "Sure, why not?"

Dave grinned and wrapped his arms around Matt. "You do love me!"

"Only on Tuesdays," Matt joked, hugging Dave back, resting his head against Dave's chest. Dave kissed the top of his forehead and said, "So, I'm going to get ready, and then I've got a surprise for you. So, grab something to eat; we're not stopping for breakfast."

"A surprise? Sounds exciting." Matt smiled. "I've done my job here."

"You're not finished yet, Hardy boy," Dave said, "I don't think you'll ever be done here."

Matt just grinned in response.


Dave and Matt got on the road about a half an hour after that conversation. A song Dave didn't know, Even Flow, was blasting through the car, but Matt liked it, so he was fine with it. Matt was singing the song pretty loudly, and Dave had to admit it was growing on him.

Eventually, they got to their destination: a Virginia public garden. Matt couldn't have grinned more widely if he wanted to. "How do you always manage to do that?" Matt asked softly.

"Do what?"

"Catch me off guard. Do... this." Matt couldn't suppress how happy he was with the plan. Dave just smiled and said, "You do it way more often than I do."

"Do not..." Matt started, but then Dave said, "You randomly showed up at my house, you somehow raped me when I had you tied up, you say random things that make no sense, you strip to get me to do sit ups..."

"Alright, alright!" Matt laughed, "I see your point."

Dave smiled. "And besides, this isn't the surprise, Matt. Or, should I say surprises?" Matt looked at him quizzically, and Dave just grabbed his hand, leading him inside.

"This isn't the surprise?" Matt asked.


"Then what is?"

"Matt," Dave said, mockingly, "What does the word surprise mean?"

Matt pulled his hand away from Dave and crossed his arms. "Don't patronize me, Dave."

"Get over it, Mattie, we've got two surprises for you." Dave took a hold of Matt's hand again and began pulling him. Matt just laughed, unable to even pretend he was mad at Dave; he was too curious about these surprises.

Matt became entranced with the trees and beds of flowers, just pointing out his favorite ones to Dave and telling him what they reminded him of. Dave couldn't help but choosing some favorites too; he liked the sunflowers, for some reason. They were halfway through the garden when Dave finally pulled Matt to a corner, showing him a bunch of trees.

"Wow," Matt said. Some were smaller, some were bigger, but they were all beautiful in his eyes. He walked on the path, noticing that they all had plaques in the front. Written there were all dedications: some were from the botanical society, trying to spread beauty, some were to educate about trees, and some were just dedicate to someone special.

Like the one Matt couldn't stop staring at: to the guy who said the only monument he'd want is a shady tree. I love you Matt.

Matt didn't turn around when he felt Dave's arms around him; he just stared at the plaque, and the tree it corresponded to, only up to his neck at that time. "Is that for me?" he whispered.

"Unless there's another Matt who wants his monument to be a shady tree that I don't know about," Dave replied

"I don't know what to say," Matt said, staring at the tree.

"Then don't say anything." Dave wanted to see Matt's face, but chose instead to just let him look at the tree.

"This is the most thoughtful thing any one's ever done for me," Matt said, still filled with disbelief over the fact that Dave got that tree for him.

"It probably won't get too big in our lifetime, but one day, it will be. And people will read that plaque and know it was for you." Dave couldn't help but feel good; just Matt being happy made him happy. "Do you like it?"

"Stupid question of the year, Dave," Matt said softly. He turned around and kissed him, letting him know how much it meant to him. "This summer, I flew, I got my tree... Dave, I love you."

"Brings me to surprise number two." Dave reached in his pocket, and said, "Matt, this summer, I've done things I've never thought I'd do, and that's thanks to you. I..."

"That better not be what I think it is," Matt warned. Although he was sure he was in love with Dave, he definitely wasn't ready for that type of commitment.

It was a ring, but not the ring he thought it'd be. It was a keyring. Matt just laughed when he saw it, as Dave said, "I want you to think of my place as another home. Anytime you want to come over, come over. I certainly won't complain." Matt leaned on Dave, just looking at his tree, smiling. "I'm going to miss you," Dave whispered.

"It's only going to be a few weeks."

"Might as well be forever," Dave said. He looked at Matt and said, "Alright, you need to promise me a few things. One, you find time to update that damn Tweedle of yours thirty times a day, so you could budge in a moment to text me."

Matt chuckled. "Twitter, Dave."

"It's stupid anyway. Two, keep me updated on what's going on over there. I don't want to go back and find out the Divas are having orgies or something."

"That's ridiculous, Dave. The Divas aren't going to start randomly having orgies." Matt shook his head. "Anymore promises I need to make?"

"Yeah, one last thing." Dave leaned over and whispered in his ear. Matt smirked when Dave pulled away, and Matt said, "I don't need to promise that one. I was definitely going to do that."

"That's my Matt."


Matt's flight boarded at six thirty the following morning. They had to wake up at three to get there in time, and soon, a very tired Dave found himself saying goodbye to Matt. "Call me when you get there," Dave said.

Matt nodded. "Get some sleep, though. You don't look so good." Dave put on shades to hide the fact his eyes kept drooping closed; he was a mess this early in the morning. Matt hugged his older lover and said, "Thanks for everything, and I'll see you soon, right?"

"Right," Dave said. Now that he had a reason to hasten his rehabilitation, he had no doubt he'd be back sooner rather than later. The boarding call sounded, and Matt gave Dave one last hug before going towards his entrance gate. Dave watched Matt's back almost sadly, wondering what the hell he was going to do in that empty house of his.

He jumped as his phone vibrated against his thigh. He picked it up and saw he had picture mail. It was a picture of Matt with his tongue out, and, under it, it said one word: smile. Dave shook his head, but then his phone vibrated again. This time, Matt was pushing his nose up, like a pig snout, and it had the same message. He chuckled a little, and the phone vibrated a third time. The photo, that time, was of Matt puckering up to the camera, and the message was: SMILE!!!

Dave started laughing aloud, unable to hold it back. He could only imagine the smile on Matt's face, since he was in the plane by then. One last message arrived, but it was an ordinary text message.

Did I make you smile?

Dave sent back a message of his own: Always.

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