Sorry it took me so long to update and sorry this chapter is short but I don't want to rush.

A Rainbow Hair Symphony

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. All WWE superstars are owned by Vince

McMahon.

Jeff's POV

I sat in the living room after dinner watching Transformers when my Dad entered and sat on the couch next to mines.

"So, who was that young lady you and Matt were playing with earlier?" Gilbert asked. His eyebrows moving up to his forehead.

"Oh. That was Trish. You know that lady who moved in the house like about three doors down?" I replied.

"Yeah, Yeah. I remember." Gilbert said. "That woman with the curly blonde hair. Her name is Charlene. I met her a month ago. Geez I forgot that she had a daughter."

I looked at my father and decided it was time to leave because this was a moment I knew I would regret later.

"Dad, gee. Look at the time. I better get goin'. Ya know, I have…um chores to do." I smiled and left the living room as soon as possible.

I went upstairs to my room and sat on the chair next to my bed. I thought about today's events. Trish seems like a cool girl to hang with. But I don't even like girls yet. They're so stupid and yucky.

A hand waved in my face. "Hello. Earth to Jeff." Said Matt. "You can get in the bath now. I'm done and I already started your bath, so let's go."

I looked up, annoyed. "Look. Matt, I'm not four anymore. I want to take a shower. Okay?" Matt looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "Geez, calm down. Normally you take baths.

"Well tonight, I wanna try somethin' different." I said. "I don't know why but today just feels different. Maybe it's because I met Trish." I thought a second. "Nah, that's not it. You know I always wanna try somethin' new." I'm right. I am always trying new things. I even asked my dad if I could die my hair different colors. But he said to wait till I'm in high school.

Matt smiled his toothy grin. "Sure baby bro. You just keep tellin' yourself that." Matt laughed and ran out the room.

After that, I took a bath, laid in my bed, and drifted off to a peaceful sleep, thing of a certain blonde.

Meanwhile….

Trish's POV

I sat at the dinner table in silence. Again, I sat alone at dinner and I all I heard was the clinking of my knife and fork. I was playing with my food wishing I could have a decent conversation with my mother. I finished up my food, washed the dishes, and went to take a bath.

After my bath, I went to my room and pulled out a blue book with gold linen. On the cover it read: To My Little Angel. Mine's forever. It was a journal and it held all of my secret thoughts. My father gave it to me when I turned seven. And I wrote in it ever since. On the next page I wrote 7/23/88. Under that, I wrote Jeff Hardy. And under that I wrote about the day's events and the boy with the certain blonde hair.