I don't even know how I got the inspiration for this story, but I wanted to just type it up and post it here. All I can say is that my crazy muses gave me inspiration for all of the Superstars and Divas to use in this story. ^^ I own none of the Superstars or Divas used in this story. I only own Alex.
Looking around at the walls of his new bedroom, Jeff Hardy couldn't help but feel a little upset. 'Why the hell did we ever have to move? Things were so much better in Cameron. So, why am I sitting in a barren bedroom in some strange house in Los Angeles, California?' Jeff thought. He never wanted to move in the first place, but it was insisted upon by his dad and his mentor that he and his family move across the country. His older brother Matt and his younger sister Alexis, known as Alex to many, had no problem because they saw it as an adventure and something positive, but Jeff didn't want to leave at all. He would've rather tried to tough it out on his own back in Cameron, but the minute his mentor insisted that they leave to go live closer to her friend, Jeff had no other option but to listen what his teacher said. After all, he did have her to thank for everything she's done to help them out, especially after their accident.
"Why do you look like such a lost puppy, Skittles? Did Alex take your sketchbook away from you again?" asked a voice with a hint of a smile in it.
Turning around, Jeff saw that it was just Jake. "No Jake. And for the record, I'm more worried about someone outside of my family seeing what's in my sketchbook. But that's not it."
"Then what's troubling you Skittles? Last time you looked this depressed was when you guys were leaving Cameron."
"That's it right there. I don't get why our mentor told us to come move all the way across the country just so her friend can help me, Matt, and Alex. She was doing just fine."
"Yeah, well, you gotta admit Jeffy, your mentor was getting pretty old. She probably just wanted you guys to get help from someone younger than her who could keep up with you three. I mean, have you seen your sister after she's had a lot of sugar?" Jake asked, smiling.
"I guess you're right Jake. But then there's the whole awkward 'We three have to start at a new school' thing tomorrow. What if we get there and the next thing I know, we run into people who want to shake hands or hug me? You know I can't control what's wrong with me."
"Huh. I never thought of it like that. Well, you and your brother and sister are going to be new kids at that school right? Maybe you three'll luck up and the rest of the student body will want nothing to do with you guys."
"I can only hope so. I mean after all, living in California is probably going to be a drag and the school's probably going to suck too. Have you even seen the people here? It's like they all look the same. With luck, we'll blend, possibly." Jeff said, traces of hope evident in his voice.
"Well, good luck with that. But, word of advice on trying to blend, you might want to do something with your hair." Jake said, pointing to Jeff's long hair that was dyed blue, green, and purple.
"But I like it the way it is. Maybe, we'll meet other freak kids at the school. That way, I won't have to do anything to my hair." Jeff said.
"Well, what ever it is you decided to do, I wish you the best of luck with it." Jake said, before he vanished.
"Thanks for the talk." Jeff said. After Jake had left, Jeff proceeded to go through his belongings and put up some of his posters and pieces of artwork on his walls. Sighing after finishing his room, Jeff laid down on his bed, drifting into a daydream that gave him, his brother, and their sister their abilities in the first place. 'Can't believe it's already been six years since that night.'
Flashback
Gilbert Hardy was driving back home from an evening church service with his three children with him: Matt in the front seat, Jeff in the back left passenger seat, and Alex sitting in the back right passenger seat in her safety seat. The whole time they were driving home, Jeff and Alex were talking about how much fun church was for them and the younger kids, and Matt and Gilbert were talking about a fishing trip they had planned soon. They were a few miles away from their home, when suddenly, a driver, who was driving too fast, came up behind them and struck the Hardy car from behind, which made Gilbert lose control and swerve off the road and collide with a tree.
All that could be heard around was the crunch of metal, the shattering of glass, and screaming. When it seemed like the worst was over, Gilbert looked up from where the air bag had deployed and he was shocked to see that he was fine aside from the fact that he could feel a bruise start to form on his forehead. But when he looked to see if his children were OK as well, what he saw made his heart stop: Matt had a huge shard of glass from the windshield jutting out of his forehead and several other tiny pieces jutting out from his cheeks; Jeff's head had collided with the window so he was in a similar situation as Matt was, the only difference was the fact that his head was leaning forward, slack from getting whipped around in the crash; Alex had been jerked around fairly roughly herself, so there were bruises beginning to form around her neck, she had a few pieces of glass jutting from her cheeks and there was a piece poking out from her left eye. Once Gilbert saw what had been done to his kids, he leapt out of his car, cell phone in hand, and proceeded to call 911 for an ambulance that arrived almost immediately after he called. When he saw the EMS technicians on the scene get the person out that rear-ended him, he saw that the other driver didn't have a single scratch on him aside from a few bruises. When he got an official report from police officers at the scene, he found out that the driver was drunk and he immediately pressed charges against the driver.
When the EMS were done getting Matt, Jeff, and Alex out of the remains of their car, Gilbert demanded to go along so that he could keep a check on the condition of his children. The whole time he rode in the ambulance, he was hoping and praying that his children would make it out fine. He finally made it to the hospital and was told to sit in the waiting room while the doctors at the hospital tried their best to help his kids. Some hours later, a doctor, whose scrubs were covered in blood, came out and told Gilbert the news he was dreading hearing: his three children died while they were still being operated on. Hearing this news, Gilbert immediately broke down, crying about the fact that he would never get to hear or see his children again. The doctor asked if he wanted to see them one last time before they sent their bodies to the morgue. But before they could make it back to the operating room, one of the doctor's assistants came running forward and told them news the doctor wouldn't have expected to hear: Matt, Jeff, and Alex had started breathing and their hearts were beating again. The doctor then told Gilbert to go back to the waiting room and wait for him to be called back to see his kids. Gilbert was more than willing to do what the doctor said if it meant that he'd get to be reunited with his family again soon.
Hours later, the same doctor came back and told Gilbert that everything that he and his team had to do: Matt had several sets of stitches on his face; Jeff had to wear a neck brace for two more hours to keep his neck aligned and he had stitches as well; Alex had to get stitches, was wearing a neck brace, and she had to have a complete ocular transplant, meaning that the doctors took out her left eye that was damaged beyond repair and they had to surgically implant a new fully functioning eye back into her eye socket. After getting used to her eye, Alex was seeing just fine. Once the doctor gave Gilbert permission, he went to the room his kids were in to find that they were talking happily about church. The minute Gilbert came in, all conversation stopped and the trio immediately started calling for their dad to come to the three of them. He went to Alex's bed, picked her up and sat on her bed while holding her, prompting Matt and Jeff to move to the same bed.
"I'm so glad that you kids are OK. I lost it when the doctor told me that you three were dead." Gilbert said through happy tears.
"I'm glad we're OK too daddy. Now, we get to be with you again." Matt said happily.
"Same here. I just hate it that we're hurting so bad right now." Jeff said laughing.
"Yeah. Maybe once we get out of here, we can all go home and rest easy." Alex said, burrowing her head in her dad's chest.
"Maybe we will. It'll be tomorrow when we leave though. So, you three get some rest and I'll get some sleep myself." Gilbert said.
"OK. Good night Daddy." the trio said. "We love you."
"And I love you three too." Gilbert said, smiling through happy tears as he kissed each of his children good night.
Jeff didn't even realize he was crying until he saw Alex standing in his doorway, looking at him concerned.
"You OK there Jeffy?" Alex asked, walking towards her brother.
"Yeah. I'm just not really feeling that hot about starting going to Palm Hills High tomorrow. We're gonna be the only signs of individuality in a sea of tanned people." Jeff said.
"That's not all you're thinking about. You've been thinking about the accident again, haven't you?" Alex asked.
"Yeah. It really creeps me out how you always know what I'm thinking. I wish you'd stop it sometimes." Jeff said, playfully shoving Alex.
"Hahaha. Well, it's a blessing and a curse. Like when it's close to my birthday and I can't help but peek inside you guys' minds to see what I'm gonna get. By the way, tell Jake when you see him again that I'd never take your sketchbook. Now come one. It's dinner time and daddy ordered Thai food for us." Alex said, pulling on Jeff's arm.
Jeff let his self be pulled downstairs and into the kitchen by his sister. He really wanted to believe what Jake and Alex were trying to tell him about the new school. He just wanted to believe that somehow things would go well.
"Jeff, why're you thinking about our first day of school tomorrow?" Alex asked him, the minute they sat at their kitchen table.
"Alex, would you stop doing that sometimes?" Jeff asked.
"Well, I was just curious about why you have that look you get when you're worried about trying to choose colors for your latest drawings. Are you worried that people will want to touch you or something?" Alex asked.
"Yeah. What do I do if someone really wants to shake hands or give me a high-five or something like that?" Jeff asked.
"Hmm. Well, from what most normal teens do nowadays, they'll probably just tell you hi and that's about it. You should probably only stress if someone tries to hug you. Then that would be trouble." Matt said.
"Ha. You say 'normal teens' like that doesn't mean the three of us." Jeff said laughing.
"Yeah. Well, when you can do what we can do, then the term 'normal' tends to fly away from us." Alex said smiling proudly.
"She's right you two. Plus, coming back from the dead is something that doesn't happen to so many people." Gilbert said, ruffling Alex's hair.
"Yeah. I guess we really aren't normal, per se." Jeff said smiling.
"Hooray. Hooray for not being normal." Matt said smiling.
All around their small table, the four Hardys all talked and had a great dinner. After dinner was over, Jeff, Matt, and Alex went upstairs to get some rest for their first day of school tomorrow. Jeff flopped on his bed and just stared at the ceiling while numerous thoughts ran through his head. 'What if I get there tomorrow and the first thing I have to do is shake hands with someone? Things could be catastrophic before they get good. Maybe what everyone is telling me is true. Maybe the kids at this school won't touchy-feely like so many teens are. Only time will tell.' Jeff thought before drifting off to sleep.
Read and review. Seems like out of the three Hardys, Jeff's the most nervous to start school. Why is he so worried about people touching him? Stay tuned for chapter 2. =)