As this is my story, and I own diddly Squat I have decided to rewind time yet leave us in this era. In this fanfic I am God, So ages and careers have been altered. I am not sticking to any form of time line. xoxo.

As I slowly came to, I look around. Pitch Black. I can't see anything. Then it hits me, what it is I don't know, but I get slapped across the face, hard.

"You awake yet bitch?" An unfamiliar voice asks out of the darkness.

"What's going on? What's so special about me?" I ask while clutching my face.

"You? You think you're that special? No, not you, it, the baby you're carrying." The voice replied.

"Me? Baby? What are you on? And what the fuck is your problem?" I ask getting some confidence back assuming they've got it all wrong.

"Your baby, that's my problem"

"Oh my god, hello fucktard I have no baby. I'm seventeen for fuck sake." I say, getting impatient.

"Don't play dumb with me girly, you and I both know that you're carrying Jeff Hardy's baby."

"You've gotta be kidding me right? I don't know a Jeff Hardy"

"Bullshit! He proposed to you last week, and you said yes."

"Ok, you've lost it"

"And so will you." The person replied.

"What my mind, you're right you're driving me crazy with these stupid accusations. Number one, I don't know Jeff Hardy, so he in fuck's name can I be his fiancée, and two, if and I say if I were pregnant I think in might just know."

"You're absolutely right, and yet, ever so wrong."

"Care to elaborate?" My patience is wearing thin.

"As far as I'm concerned you're NOTHING to Jeff Hardy, but you won't be loosing your mind, you'll be loosing your baby, and your life." The person said, I could hear them moving closer. I squinted hoping to see the person, yet I could see nothing. Then all of a sudden, two hands wrap around my throat, I scream with all my might.

I open my eyes to find myself in my room, in my bed. It had all been a dream, or more to point a nightmare.

But who is this Jeff Hardy? And why was I with him? Knowing it was going to be a long shot I got up and walked over to my computer. Opening the Internet I brought up Google, surely if I can type in my name and have my myspace and facebook show up there had to be a chance that this Jeff Hardy would be found. So I type in "Jeff Hardy". Literally thousands of sights pop up. I looked on my screen in awe. SO I take the easy way out, I click the image search; again hundreds of pictures are there. Is this guy famous or something? I thought to myself as the images begin to load. Ok so Mr Jeff Hardy looks to me like you are a little bit eccentric. Dirt bikes, orange and purple shoulder length hair, yea ok, I can see me admiring this guy. To put it simply the boy was HOT.

Ok, so I know two things, he's hot and he is definitely different. And I'm guessing kinda famous. I dunno I guess I can ask my cousin in a couple of days when I visit them in, crap where'd they move to again? Ok its in the states…North Carolina, I remember that much, but where? God, its the town with a guys name…. umm Cameron, that could be it. Must be the name. Anyway I'll ask my cousin Dan, he's a bit of a brain, he's a ranger, but really cool all the same, and he does the best damn Yoda impression. He's known the answer to everything I've ever asked him. Sometimes I think he amazes himself. Then there's his twin brother, Andrew, or as I call him Andy. He's the less intelligent of the two or so he says, according to Dan he's less intelligent that a monkey with half a brain, but I don't think so. Dan is actually just as smart as Dan, he just doesn't like being "the whiz" so he pretends otherwise. Of course school makes it hard, but the teachers understand, I think, they let him do presenting tasks alone, because when he does them with a crowd he completely changes his script and makes it into a joke. It was just how he worked. I only know this because I've read some of his workings, they're great. In face Aunty Kimmy is scared because the principal rang her last week congratulating her because the fight for dux of the school was between Dan and Andy, I got a lovely long email about that.

Anyway, so if you ask Andy anything about cars, games, skating or Jackass, he'll give you an answer in an instant. I love that about him, he's really passionate. I was on MSN with him the other day, and he was telling me how he had snuck next door because the owner had a motocross course set up in his yard, and just played around for a while, apparently the neighbour hasn't been there at all since Andy and 'em moved, and they moved there three weeks ago, and Andy hasn't seen him.

Of course Aunty K found out and almost died. Now Andy's grounded 'till the guy comes so he can explain and apologise. Hopefully I will have arrived by then, I leave tomorrow, so unless he gets back really soon I should be.

I spent all day packing with the exception of an hour long phone call to my best friend, Braydon, I told him about my dream and he said I've either found the man of my dreams, or the man of his. As always I spent half of the conversation laughing at him, but what can I say, Braydon is the typical gay best friend. But I honestly couldn't ask for a better one, we've known each other since we were two, and at one time it was me, Bray and Andy, them three amigos. But them Aunty Kimmy started moving lots. Now it's just me and Bray, but that's ok.

I looked at my clock as I set the alarm. Hopefully tonight I just won't dream, if my usual ones are anything to go by. It might be a long ass night.

I wake up to the sound of a reversing truck, wait no, it's my craptacular alarm clock, but today I don't mind too much because I'm finally going! I did my ritual back cracking then half roll off my bed, one of the reasons I'm grateful to have a bed low to the ground. I stumbled to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair, the quickly hop into the shower. I took a record ten minutes in the shower this morning; I'm putting it to excitement. I pulled on a purple pair of hip hugging skinnies accompanied by a black studded belt and a purple and black pirate tee. I was ready for anything; I hear a horn honk, right Braydon's here, time to go. I grabbed my stuff and walked to his car, luckily I hadn't shut my door yet because I remembered, Australia summer, America winter. So whilst it may be a thirty-eight degree day here it was probably a nine-degree day there. I ran back inside and grabbed my black and red hoodie and traded my black thongs for a pair of black converse, which had a purple flower drawn on it. Finally I was ready. Bray, being my loving friend, did 10km/h over the speed limit the whole way.

"Have fun Si" Braydon said as we neared the terminal, knowing it would annoy me something chronic.

"Man am I ever goanna live that down…come on, maybe when I was three, but not now."

"You and I both know you'd be shit scared if I called you anything else" Braydon said as he hugged me before getting out of the car. "Now have fun, meet the man of your dreams and don't let Andrew allow you to leave in more than one piece"

"Gotcha Bray. I'm gonna miss you this much" I said, whilst stretching my arms out as far as they could go.

"I know, now I'm gonna be at your house, thank you by the way, you know how much I despise living with my family they're so judging of me"

"It's not problem, I know exactly how you feel, it's me remember" Ok so that was a lie, a big lie. But Bray doesn't know what happened in Brisbane. "Just don't change when I'm gone"

"Bye Rainy Day"

"Bye Ring Bearer" We hugged each other and went separate ways for a while.