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Jennifer Harleen Quinzel has been friends with Matt and Jeff Hardy almost their entire lives. Shes been helping them run their wrestling training business in North Carolina when she isn't wrestling along side them in the WWE, going by the character she was named after. Harley Quinn. But what happens when she starts to develop feelings for her best friend? Will he disown her if he finds out? What if he doesn't find out before he's kicked out? How will she cope without him? Especially once the company orders her to suck up to Jeff's enemy as if itd help. Will it? If it does, will Jeff resurface in time to save her and become her Mr. J?

-Harley-

"Jeff?"I call, walking into the infamously enigmatic Hardy's hotel room with a bag full of requested face paints. Lita run out to me from Jeff's studio with a giddy, almost mischievous smile. Her blood red hair and dark clothing seemed to blur along with the urgency she felt. She grabs my hand and leads me back toward the room. I could hear Matt stifling a laugh the closer we got, until finally Jeff's ridiculously painted face came into view from the mirror.

"Oh God, Jeff!"I laugh, jarring him to life. He opens his eyes, sitting in front of Matt patiently, and looks at me. This is what we did almost every weekend so Jeff has new ideas for his face paint. Matt wasn't taking it seriously and by the rage in Jeff's deep green eyes, even under all of that dark paint, I could tell he wanted to body slam him into the pavement. I smack Matt's shoulder playfully and wave he and Lita out of the room. I sigh, sitting in Matt's chair, and set the bag down next to me.

"You should've waited for me."I say softly, handing Jeff a wet towel. He walks to the bathroom to wash his face and groans while I put the new paints, opened and unpackaged, on his makeshift vanity.

"I know, but Matt said he had a really cool idea. I should've known he would've fucked with me."He groans, sitting back in front of me with a clean white beater on. Even his silver Hardy necklace sat dirty on the sink from the paint. I shake my head slightly and look at him. Portions of his face were red from washing off the paint. I reach into my purse and hand him my bottle primer cream. He looks at me with an odd facial expression, making me laugh softly.

"Use it like lotion all over your face. It'll help prep and protect your skin against the paint."I explain, knowing he knew what it was though he obviously washed the first layer off, walking out to get my other paint brushes. I could hear Matt and Lita talking in the other room just before the front door closes behind them. I walk back to Jeff and smile almost instantly at the music he's humming along with.

For a while we sat there going over new ideas, taking pictures of the ones he liked so he could copy them later and laughing at each other while making stupid faces in the mirror. I hadn't realized it until he came back after washing his face the last time just how much his eyes seemed to glow. He hugs me, thanking me for my help, and picks me up.

"Jeff!"I giggle as he walks up stairs. He holds me tighter, laughing, and walks toward my bed.

"Tonight is our last night here. We'll be home in a few days."He says softly, lying me down. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull me into bed with me. He chuckles and lies beside me, lying his head on my stomach. We laid there, talking, for what felt like a few minutes but I soon lost track of time and fall asleep.

"Harley? Harls, wake up."Jeff whispers, shaking me gently. I open my eyes groggily to see a tired Jeff, voice deep with the remnants of his slumber, Lita and Matt staring at me.

"Welcome to the land of the living, sleepy butt."Lita laughs, throwing a pillow at me. I groan and turn into Jeff's chest, hiding my face. He chuckles faintly, running his fingers over my back.

"You two lovebirds need to get dressed and packed. We're leaving in an hour."Matt says before walking out. I roll my eyes at his overly absurd comment and stretch.

"Don't forget you have to be ready for the costume contest today. They're picking the judges this afternoon."Lita reminds me before waking out to the living room area where I'm assuming Matt sat. Jeff tosses a few towels into the dryer, remembering how much I enjoyed having something warm to wrap up in after my shower. He first did that simple little thing for me after I started helping with his WWE training business as a sort of thank you. He just never stopped. I get my clothes and take them into the bathroom, making sure to set out my makeup and the equipment I'd need for me hair before getting into the shower. I try to hurry to give myself enough time to do my hair and makeup, humming the song Jeff played last night while I painted his face.

"Harls?"Jeff knocks politely. "I'm sitting your towels on the sink. See ya when you're done, babe."He says sweetly, his slightly southern accent twisting his words in the most adorable way. I call out to him, thanking him, as I get out. He chuckles and walks around the room, probably already done with his shower. I get dressed and blow dry my hair, straightening it, but not bothering to out much makeup on knowing I'd have to redo it for the contest. I pull a shirt of Jeff's he had cut up over my neon pink spaghetti strap tank and faded blue jeans with my heeled black cowboy boots. I walk out of the bathroom and put my things away, smiling faintly when Jeff and Matt stop to stand beside me.

"Can I help you boys?"I laugh softly, listening to Lita taking our bags out to the car. Jeff looks at me and smirks, taking my hand and turning me 360 degrees.

"Is that Jeff's shirt?"Matt asks with a knowing grin. I roll my eyes, knowing he thought I got it from him when we had sex. That wasn't the case. Jeff gave me the shirt after we won our first match together as a sort of souvenir. Jeff hits Matt's arm and shakes his head.

"I gave it to her."He says, keeping his eyes on me. "But my God do you look good in it."He smiles.

"If you like that, you should see her when she sleeps in it."Lita suddenly says, winking at him and smiling innocently at me. I groan and run a hand through my hair, shaking my head at her and walking away. I could feel Jeff's eyes devouring me even as he and Matt playfully hit each other. Part of me didn't mind it, I actually quite enjoyed it, but it was wrong. I was like a little sitting to them, being almost two years younger than Jeff himself.

"Come on you three. Let's go."I call, grabbing my purse and sunglasses. Well this should be fun.