Title: Last Time

Author: skittlesOH-8

Rating: PG-ish. (slight language)

Disclaimer: I only own Jaycee Kincade. Everyone else belongs to themselves.

Summary: You will most likely see references that look unusual. You would need to read the first story of the Series. That's When I'll Stop Loving You. It was written by me, and followed by other stories and one-shots created by Kennedy's Friday Night Delight.

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[Matt's POV]

She's beautiful when she's asleep. She's beautiful all of the time, but even more so when she is sleeping. With her dark hair splayed out over the pillows, looking like an angel, I fall in love with her all over again.

Slipping out of bed, I grab a pair of sleeping pants and quietly put them on. There's movement in the hallway, and I know that trouble is bound to erupt since Jaycee and Jeff are the only ones demented enough to get up this early.

Opening the door, I catch a glimpse of blue hair running down the stairs before a dull thud. Groaning, I glanced back at Ziva's sleeping form before closing the door and following my brother down the stairs.

"Jeffery Nero Hardy, if you take another step, so help me god..." Jaycee's voice was is a whisper, so not to wake anyone up. She didn't bother to finish her sentence, since, like Ashley, her threats were always acted upon.

Rounding a corner into the kitchen, I saw my brunette friend behind a chair, her finger pointing towards my brother. Latex gloves covered Jeff's hands, and he was holding a bottle.

"Jaycee, you promised me that I could colour your hair." His voice was also in a whisper, but it had a whine to it.

Jay's glare hardened. "I said you could colour parts of my hair, not my whole fucking head! And definitely not THAT colour!" Her voice rose an octave, and I saw my brother flinch.

"What's going o-" I never got to finish my sentence, as Ashley bolted down the stairs past me and quickly stood behind Jaycee, using the other woman as a human shield. Two seconds later, Shannon ran down too, followed quickly by Ken.

"Okay, HOLD UP!" Everyone stopped and stared at me. "Good, now, what's going on?"

Everyone faltered for a moment, before they all started talking at once. Ashley had a hold of Jay's shoulders and was standing on her tip toes to look over her. Ken and Shannon had run into each other, and were now on the floor, trying to get up.

Rubbing my temples, I whistled. Everyone shut up and stared at me.

"I meant, one at a time. Jay?" I asked, looking towards the only brunette (besides myself) in the room.

"That moron is trying to colour my whole damn head pink. PINK! Do I look like a pink hair type of person to you?" She glared at Jeff for a moment before pointing to her outfit, which consisted of black skinny jeans and a grey and white tank top that showed off some of her tattoos. I had to give her credit, she had a point about that.

"Ashley, why are you running through my house like a bat out of hell?"

Ash peered around Jaycee's body to look at me. "No reason."

"Bull! Ashley Marie, I know you. You obviously did something to Shan, which is why he is chasing you. Which is also why Ken is chasing him. Am I right?" Shannon nodded, forcing everyone to turn their gaze to him.

In the place of the black streaks that were usually in his blonde hair, electric blue and lime green covered the front half of his head. He also had 'DORK', 'LOSER' and 'SUCKER' written in black across his face.

Stifling a laugh, I turned back towards the culprit. "You did this?"

She nodded with the straightest face I had ever seen, while Jaycee was doubled over with the giggles.

"He's a really heavy sleeper. Besides, like I tried telling him, it's just paint, it will wash out. And the words are in eyeliner, they wash off too."

I turned towards my brother. "Jeff, you are not dyeing Jay's hair pink. Pick another colour. Jay, try being a little more specific about what you want." Jeff was about to protest, but I held up a hand.

Looking behind Jaycee, I smiled at Ashley. "Ash, go help Shannon wash out the paint. And if you made a mess in my guest room, you better clean it up or you won't live to see the next Wrestlmania."

Jeff was the first one up the stairs, grumbling the entire way. Ashley and Ken were right behind him. Jay and Shannon were after Ken and Ash. Jaycee was still laughing, while Shannon just pouted.

I was the last one up, and quickly walked back into my bedroom. Thankfully Ziva slept through the whole ordeal.

One of her eyes opened as I climbed into bed next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Something wrong?" She shifted under my arm, snuggling closer to me. At that moment, Shannon's voice was ringing throughout the house.

"ASHLEY MARIE LOGAN, YOU SAID IT WAS EYELINER, NOT PERMANENT MARKER!"

Following it was Jaycee's outraged yell.

"JEFFEREY NERO HARDY, YOU ARE NOT DYEING MY HAIR THAT COLOUR!"

Groaning, I buried my head into Ziva's hair. This was the last time I would ever have them all at my house for the weekend.